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Eva’s Date Night - Part One
Eva was getting ready for her date with Maya. She had on a white summer dress with a pattern of cherries all over it. Underneath she had white cotton panties with teddy bear patterns and a matching white bra with teddy bear patterns as well. She was so excited but also anxious as well. She didn’t want a repeat of last time, where she had an accident.
Even though Maya found Eva’s accident sexy. Eva didn’t want to ruin her nice clothes. Just to be sure that she didn’t have an accident, Eva pulled up her dress and pulled down her panties. She sat on the toilet even though she didn’t feel a urge to pee. She gasped in surprise as she started peeing hard into the toilet.
After she was finished, she cleaned herself off with toilet paper and stood back up. Putting her panties back on and pulling her dress down to cover herself. She washed her hands and put on some red lipstick. Eva wanted to look good for Maya. She was ready.
Texts between Eva and Maya:
Maya: I’m here, are you ready yet?
Eva: I’m ready, I can’t wait!
Maya: Me neither! This will be fun!
Eva walked outside her apartment and locked it with a key. She had a purse with her and her cell phone. Getting into Maya’s car. Eva put on her seatbelt. She noticed two small lemonades in see through cups in the cup holders.
Maya smiled and said “Great to meet you in person Eva! Here I got you a lemonade! It’s a hot day so it’s good to stay hydrated!”
She handed Eva the lemonade. Little did Eva know, Maya put some crushed up diuretic pills in Eva’s drink.
Eva smiled “Thank you! Where are we going tonight?” She took a couple gulps from the lemonade. It tasted so good.
“We are going to my apartment. For a date night. I have some things planned for tonight.”
Eva took a couple more gulps from the lemonade. She figured this small amount of liquid shouldn’t cause her any problems. Soon she was done with it.
Maya laughed “Wow Eva! You must of really loved that lemonade! You can have mine if you want.
She didn’t know why but she felt really thirsty for some reason. Eva grabbed the other lemonade and began to take big sips from it. She finished it pretty quickly. Eva wasn’t worried though. Maya had to have a bathroom in her apartment, if Eva needed to go.
Eva wasn’t aware but the diuretics that were in the first lemonade were already effecting her bladder. Her bladder was filling up to the point of overflowing. She didn’t feel anything yet though. Due to her bladder problem. Eva looked outside the window.
Maya said “We are finally here! Come on, I can’t wait for you to see my place!”
She parked and shut off the engine of the car. Taking the keys with her. She went around the other side and opened the door for Eva.
Eva got down from the car and closed the car door. Maya grabbed her hand and led her up the first flight of stairs. “Sorry the elevator is broken. We have to go up two more flights of stairs before we reach my place.”
Suddenly Eva felt it, she had to go pee and she had to go NOW. She stopped and her legs began to shake. “Maya…” Eva blushed.
Maya stopped and looked back at Eva. She could see her legs shaking. “Eva do you have to pee?”
Eva gasped as some pee leaked out into her panties. She felt so full. More full than she had ever felt. “I don’t know if I can make it. I really really have to go. I already leaked…”
Maya looked calm on the outside. But she was getting excited and turned on.
“Eva you can make it. It isn’t too far. I believe in you.”
Maya pulled Eva by the hand and continued walking up the stairs.
Each step sent a spurt of urine into Eva’s panties. She regretted drinking all that lemonade. They finally reached the last stairs before Maya’s place. Eva continued walking, she clenched her muscles as tight as she could. So far so good.
Once they reached the front door of Maya’s apartment, Maya began looking for her key.
Eva’s muscles were weakening. Her legs shaking again. The urine threatening to escape. “M-Maya? I need to go now. I don’t know how much longer I can hold it in…”
She felt her urethra start to quiver and felt a tingling sensation at the tip of her urethra. Urine was at the tip. Eva crossed her legs tightly. Slightly bent over. “Maya?! Maya please hurry!”
A long spurt went into her panties and then another. Eva whimpered. “Maya it’s coming out. Please!”
Maya finally opened the door with her key and let Eva in. She closed the door behind her and locked it.
“Bathroom is all the way down the hall and to the right.” Maya explained. She knew Eva wouldn’t make it. She gave her the wrong directions on purpose.
Eva started walking down the hall. It was a long hall. She felt her urge to pee grow stronger. She started walking faster. Finally she reached the door but when she opened it. It was just a closet with a bucket and cleaning supplies.
“No…! I need to pee! So bad! I need the toilet!” Eva cried out.
She began to do a potty dance and she saw Maya watching. A blush spread across Eva’s face.
Eva was shaking, trying not to explode right then and there. She didn’t want to have an accident on her first date with Maya.
Maya began to rub Eva’s lower back “It’s okay. Just let it out. I don’t mind.”
The rubbing of her lower back was causing Eva to lose her grip on her bladder. She didn’t want her dress to get wet. “I don’t want my dress to get wet.”
“Then pee in the bucket. I’ll help you.” Maya said. She then told Eva “Stop moving. I need to lower you to a squatting position.”
Eva obeyed and stopped moving. A big wave of pressure hit her bladder at that point. She bit her bottom lip. Something she did when anxious. Maya put the bucket underneath Eva and pushed Eva into a squatting position over the bucket. Maya held Eva’s dress up out of the way.
At first it was just a trickle. Eva could feel it coming out into her panties. She pushed down and the trickle increased. The front of her panties getting wet. She so badly wanted to pee fast.
But she felt shy peeing into a bucket in front of someone she liked. Eva could hear the urine hitting the bucket slowly. It was torture. “This isn’t working. I’ve never peed in a bucket before and I’m too shy.”
“You just need to relax. Think of yourself on a toilet. Close your eyes if you have to.” Maya said softly.
Eva closed her eyes and imagined herself on a toilet. She relaxed and heard the urine hitting the bucket. She was peeing fast and hard. Eva moaned in relief. Her bladder emptying.
Eventually she finished. Her panties soaked with pee and dripping. “I need new panties…” Eva blushed. She took off her panties and squeezed out the urine into the bucket. “Where is your bathroom?”
Maya smiled “To the left. Sorry I said the wrong instructions before.”
Eva grabbed her purse and walked into the bathroom. Closing the door and locking it behind her. She dried herself off with toilet paper and put her soaked panties in the sink. Her dress was dry thankfully. Eva opened her purse and put on a fresh pair of panties.
Some white ones with lemons on them. She went out of the bathroom and smiled at Maya. “I’m ready for our date now.”
To be continued… |
Eva’s Date Night - Part Two
Maya led Eva to the living room. She gestured toward the couch “Take a seat Eva, I was going to put a movie for us to watch and make popcorn and drinks.”
Eva sat down on the couch, she smiled “That sounds great. I can’t wait!”
Maya went into the kitchen which was nearby and put some popcorn in the microwave. While it was popping she got some drinks ready. She poured some iced tea in two tall glasses. She crushed two more diuretic pills and mixed it in Eva’s glass. Mixing it so well that Eva wouldn’t notice anything amiss.
The microwave beeped and Maya got the popcorn out. Putting it in a large bowl for them to share. She brought the bowl to where Eva was at and set it on the table. She then went back and grabbed the two tall iced tea glasses and set them down. Making sure to take a sip of one of the glasses so that Eva would pick the one that had the crushed pills in it.
Maya sat down next to Eva and turned on the tv with the remote. She went on Netflix and put on a scary movie. One that she knew had a lot of jump scares. Eva grabbed her glass of iced tea and took two gulps from it. “This iced tea is good. Did you make it yourself?”
“Yes I did. Thank you.” Maya smiled.
Eva and Maya continued watching the movie. Both eating popcorn and drinking iced tea. Eva had finished her iced tea rather fast. She didn’t know it at the time but her bladder once again was working overtime. Ready to pop.
A jump scare happened with a monster appearing. Eva gasped and jumped a bit. She suddenly felt damp in her panties. Had she leaked? She didn’t even feel like going.
But just as she finished that thought, she felt it. A really bad urge to pee. Her legs began to shake, she had to go so bad, she felt she couldn’t move without peeing everywhere. Eva blushed and she squeezed her thighs together tightly. She had to let Maya know.
“M-Maya?” Eva stuttered.
“Yes Eva? What’s wrong?” Maya answered her eyes still looking at the tv.
“I need to go, I don’t think I can make it to the bathroom.” Eva blushed.
Maya paused the movie and looked at Eva. “You have to go that bad? Didn’t you just go recently?”
Eva’s urethra was beginning to quiver and she could feel urine beginning to make its way to the entrance. She knew it was going to come out soon. Whether she wanted it to or not.
“Yes I know. But it’s about to come out and I don’t know how much control I’ll have. Maya I don’t want to ruin your couch. But something is seriously wrong. I normally have bladder problems but never this bad.” Eva’s eyes were teary.
“Eva, I don’t care if you ruin the couch. I like you.” Maya looked into Eva’s eyes and caressed Eva’s face. She then pressed her lips against Eva’s.
Eva was so surprised that she felt some urine escape into her panties. She kissed Maya back. Maya pulled back and smiled. She put a hand underneath Eva’s dress on her thigh. “Eva I can help you hold it in.”
“How?” Eva asked confused.
“Let me press my hand against you. Putting pressure, may help.” Maya explained.
“B-But I’ll pee on your hand.” Eva said.
“Don’t worry. It will be fine.” Maya replied.
“Okay.” Eva said, still unsure but willing to give it a try.
Eva stopped squeezing her thighs together and spread them slightly. Maya quickly lifted Eva’s dress and pressed her hand against Eva’s privates. Eva sighed in relief, it did help a bit.
“How does it feel?” Maya asked.
“A bit better. I don’t feel like peeing everywhere anymore.” Eva replied.
But the relief was short lived. Suddenly Eva felt a cramp in her bladder, she felt about to explode. “M-Maya! Oh no! I can’t… I can’t hold it in!”
She felt her bladder push down on its own and a jet of urine escaped into her panties. Wetting Maya’s hand. Eva gasped and put her own hand against Maya’s hand. Trying to hold it in.
“Maya I…, I want to get up and try and make it to the toilet.” Eva said.
“You really think you can? Okay then.” Maya said.
Eva moved her hand away from herself and Maya moved her hand too. Eva got up from the couch. A big wave of pressure hit her bladder. She pushed a hand against her crotch and began to walk toward the bathroom. One step, two step, three step.
She stopped in the middle of the room. Struggling to keep the ocean of urine inside her. Another step (spurt), another step (longer spurt), another step (constant trickling into her panties). Eva started to walk a bit faster. She was leaking slowly into her panties, a leak she couldn’t stop.
Eva moaned, it felt so good the pee leaking out. She didn’t know what came over her. Continuing to walk, she was in the hallway now. She just needed to walk a few more steps and turn left. Her bladder had other plans though.
She felt the trickling increase. Eva kept thinking about the toilet. Releasing her urine into it. The trickling started coming out more. “No! Stop it!” Eva yelled at her bladder.
Eva started to speed walk. Which only made her pee come out more. Leaking down her leg. She turned left and turned the knob on the door. Swinging the door open.
She didn’t bother to close and lock it. There was no time! Eva pulled her hand away from her crotch and used all her strength to hold back the rest of her urine. It was still coming out down her leg slowly. Eva pulled her dress up.
Eva pulled her panties down and sat on the toilet. She relaxed and exploded into the toilet. Urine gushing out full blast. She moaned in relief. Closing her eyes.
Maya had been following the whole time, not wanting to miss a thing. She watched from the doorway as Eva peed, legs spread apart. Maya loved the look on Eva’s face. How had she gotten so lucky to find a woman with such a bad bladder problem? She smiled.
Eva eventually finished peeing after what seemed like ages. She cleaned herself off and took off her panties. Leaving them on the ground. Eva didn’t know it but the effects of the diuretic weren’t going to wear off for a couple of hours. It might even continue into the next day.
“You can take a shower. I have some clothes that should fit you. I prepared ahead of time.” Maya said.
It clicked in Eva’s mind now. Why Maya had asked her about her clothes, bra and panties size.
Eva smiled “Yes I think I’d like a shower. Could you bring me some clean clothes and panties?”
“Sure Eva.” Maya nodded and left the room.
Eva closed the door and began to strip. Taking off her dress and bra. She was naked now and got into the shower. Turning the water on. She began to shower. Using body wash and shampoo.
Maya opened the door and put Eva’s clean clothes on the counter. Some pajama shorts, a tank top, and a pink bra and panties. Maya left the bathroom and closed the door.
Eva was enjoying her shower. When she suddenly felt like she had to pee again and badly. She tried to hold it in. But the sound of running water made it worse. Eva’s urethra felt weaker than normal. She felt pee about to come out and spread her legs wide.
Pee began to gush out full blast and down into the drain below. Eva had to hold onto the wall for support. When she finished she sighed. She felt tired and so did her bladder and urethra. She didn’t know if she would be able to hold it in if she had to go again.
Eva cleaned herself again with body wash and rinsed off. She got out of the shower and dried off with a towel. Putting on her new pajama shorts, tank top, and pink bra and panties. Eva opened the door and walked out. Maya was waiting.
“How was your shower?” Maya asked.
“Great except when I had to pee again and couldn’t hold it in. I peed in your shower, sorry.” Eva blushed.
Maya smiled “It’s okay. You look tired, do you want to sleepover and sleep together in my bed?”
“I’d like that.” Eva said.
To be continued… |
Kat and Jessie were long distance lovers who fell in love after a week of chatting together. They both were chatting in the same omo based chatroom when they discovered each other. The longer they chatted the more they discovered the length of their fetish’s. Kat had been going through a rough time with her home situation and hadn’t done a wetting in a long time. Jessie also had privacy issues leaving him out of the question for the time being. They were in video chat like they did everyday and she mentioned something about having a bit of free time tomorrow and was curious if he wanted to watch her do a hold. Jessie’s eyes lit up in excitement and he nodded. “I would like that very much honey, you sure it'll be ok?” Kat smiled and nodded, “Yea, i really wanna do it, plus…. Knowing you will be watching me makes it kinda hotter.” Jessie’s member sprung at the thought of his beautiful girlfriend wetting her pants on camera for him. They both couldn’t wait til the next day.
The next day hit and Kat was counting the hours. She dressed herself that morning in a red top and tight fitting jeans that were super light so any leak would show easily. Once 2:00pm rolled around, she messaged Jessie and asked if he was ready. He replied yes and they began their video chat. Kat was sitting on the edge of her bed with towels under her just in case. Jessie was already very excited with the whole Idea of this happening. “So sweetheart, on a scale of 1-10, how are you feeling?” he asked. Kat sat there with her 1000ml water bottle and drank half of it in one go. “I'm currently at a 2 right now. I got this babe”. Jessie smiled at her and they both talked for the next hour. By the time 3:45 rolled around she was squirming in place and had finished the water bottle and started a second. Kat was beginning to feel very shy and typed into their chat box *I'm at a 5 now*. Jessie smiled at her, “ohhh babygirl is starting to feel it huh honey?” Kat smiled and nodded, she kept drinking more water and they kept talking about random stuff.
Another hour passes and Kat is very desperate to pee and is now wiggling her legs and crossing them. She gripped her legs tightly and felt a few small leaks come out and dampen her white cotton panties. Jessie saw her struggle and felt sympathy and pleasure. “Mmm you ok hun? Did a wave hit you?” Kat blushed and replied “i leaked a bit in my panties, its at a 7”. Jessie smiled and eyed up and down her body , “spread your legs and show me babe”. Kat blushed bright pink and spread her legs wide, making her desperation worse. There was a golfball size wet spot on her pants and he smiled at her. “Ohhh honey bunny, im loving this. I have a challenge for you, every 30 seconds, i want you to leak a little and then hold it til a minute goes by then do it again, keep your legs spread so i can see you become wet”.
Kat nodded and kept her legs spread which caused her to wiggle and bounce and for them to shake all over due to needing to pee so bad. She followed his orders and every few seconds she would let out some pee, causing the wet spot to be bigger. Kat was so desperate at that point she couldn’t do the little leaks and a big spurt gushed out for 3 seconds, really making her pants wet. Jessie moaned as he watched her. “Mmmmm you are almost there babygirl, just a few more minutes then you can go pee”. Kat nodded and stood up, her pants half wet and went into the bathroom, setting her video call on her phone at the edge of the tub and got into the tub, beginning to do a full on pee dance while she continued to leak. “Ohhhh Jessie i….. i wanna pee so badly, i cant hold it much longer” she said in a desperate tone. Jessie smiled at her “just a few more seconds then you can let go babe, i bet your girlhood is begging for release isn’t it honey?” He said this in a sexy deeper tone and it made her body shiver in pleasure. “Y…yes it does, i gotta go potty, i need to pee so bad”. After another 5 minutes, Kat couldn’t do it anymore and a 5 second spurt came out. “Jessie…… i I can’t do it, im gonna pee my pants, i cant hold it”. Jessie looked at her seriously and told her “then do it honey, there’s no turning back, just let it out”.
Kat moaned and soon as Jessie said that a torrent of pee came pouring from her and her jeans rapidly became darker, she moaned loudly at the feeling of relief. “Ohhhh Jessie…. Its so warm, i love it so much, I don’t wanna stop” she said in a loud soothing voice. “Don’t stop honey, just let it all out….. wow you really had to go, your entirely left pant leg is soaked”. Kat blushed and looked down realizing he was right, her entire left half of her jeans were soaked and she blushed, still not even close to being done. After a good minute and a half she finished peeing her pants. There wasn't a single dry spot on the front of her pants and she loved it. When she finished she opened her eyes and looked at her lover. “Oh my god babe that was so hot…. You are so soaked, I can’t believe you peed that much”. Kat smiled and slide her jeans down, revealing her soaked white panties and giggles. “Mmmmmmmm it felt so good, im so horny right now” she admitted. Jessie smiled and showed off how he was hard after all of that. They spent the rest of the night masterbating together and after a few minutes they came together. Tired, spent and happy, they wished each other goodnight and went to bed, looking forward to their next video chat.
(hey yall, hope you like it, just a random scenario i had a dream about once) |
A/N: Some of these tags relate to part 2. This is my first story or this site so any feedback you might have on story improvements is not only welcome, but encouraged.
Mary-Ann laid still for a moment. Her morning alarm was blaring into her eardrums, but every muscle in her body wanted to stay in bed until she drifted back into sleep. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. Today was the biggest day of her young carrier, and she’d be damned if she would oversleep today. She gingerly sat up, and switched off her alarm.
Still in the dark she stood up, mainly guided by instinct, as she shuffled towards the wall and felt around for the light switch. 4:30 felt like the darkest hour of the morning. She blinked rapidly in an attempt to adjust her eyes to the dark and took her long t-shirt off as she entered her bathroom. She tossed it in an opposite corner of the room and walked towards her toilet. Before she relived herself for the morning, she turned the shower on to let the water warm.
Opening the toilet lid and then quickly dropping her pink panties to the floor, she sat on the toilet, still groggy.
Mary-Ann yawned and started to pee. The sound of her slow stream hitting the toilet water was drowned out by rushing shower water, and she begun to twirl her shoulder length blonde hair. The last three years had been a total whirlwind. She had always thought her greatest asset was her ability to connect with people, but it had taken her until 24 to figure just how to use it. She had drifted between office jobs and secretarial roles, from barista to bartending, but she finally found her calling. She was a mortgage officer, and now at 27, was one of the top in the nation.
As her stream died down, she sat and dripped for a moment as she thought about her tasks for the day. She had been aggressive in the real estate market, flipping houses and even buying her first rental property last year. However, the income earned from the small complex was hardly worth the constant calls. At first, the tenants would call her directly and the previous owner had neglected the apartments. The calls never stopped, at all hours of the day and night, rodents, water heaters, showers and more had been replaced, repelled and repaired. She had hired a property manager to take the calls off of her plate, but whenever an issue arose, they called her before making a move, which delayed solutions and got in the way of her tenants’ lives.
Mary-Ann wiped, flushed and stepped into the shower. As she lathered her c-cup breasts and washed her body, she mentally prepared for the biggest meeting of her life. A chance to own her own mortgage company- and maybe even a bank in the future, she saw the pearl of her life before her. The 10- and 12-hour days, the early months of being commission-only, when she made less than minimum wage; it was all about to pay off. This last meeting was all that was in the way. It was more paperwork and disclosures and NDAs from her current company than anything else, all of the fun aspects of building a business had already been settled.
She stopped the water flow and stepped out of the shower. Drying her 5’ 10” frame was not an arduous task, but Mary-Ann was sure it took longer than most girls. She packed her gym clothes; a grey pair of spandex and a white top, and her office clothes. She quickly made her hair into a ponytail, walked her to the kitchen to fill her water bottle and left.
The twenty-minute car ride was pleasant on the empty roads, the silhouettes of suburban homes and communities intermingled with the treetops as the morning fog rolled over the road. When Mary-Ann arrived at the gym, the six-o clock crowd had just started to trickle in. A few of the regulars smiled warmly at her and she gave a friendly smile back.
Over the first half hour she jogged to warm up, lifted to tone her arms, and squatted to keep her butt as firm and attractive as it was. But during this exertion she finished her water bottle and filled it again. The rest of her workout tested her hip flexors and traps. Looking good took effort, to the tune of another entire water bottle.
When she had finished, the morning sun had invaded the windows of the expansive building and more and more people began to file in. Mary-Ann took this opportunity to use the ladies shower while most other women were just starting their workout. She didn’t take long, another fifteen minutes, maybe, to wash the sweat off her body. What took her a moment was the process of applying professional makeup in a gym bathroom. Normally, she would have applied it at the office or at home on her non-workout days, but because this meeting started right 9, she had to change here. New white panties now covered her loins, and she pulled her pantyhose over them. A longer professional skirt that dropped to her knees and a white blouse hid under her short blazer. After putting on her black heels, she admired herself in the mirror and remade her blonde hair into a low-professional bun.
She was Mary-Ann Adimari; ass kicker.
She read her watch; it just after seven-thirty, plenty of time to visit her favorite local coffee shop. Not only was it owned by her first ever clients, but it was on the way to her office as well. Another thirty minutes through much heavier traffic and she was there.
The first scent that hit her was one of her favorites- fresh roasted coffee, and a lot of it. The morning rush appeared to have dwindled and all that was left were the amateur writers and college students. Mary-Ann walked right up to the counter with no line. The barista recognized her immediately.
Hanna was always so sweet and friendly, and her small stature made it appear as though Mary-Ann much taller than she actually was. Their blue eyes met and despite the mask that Hanna was wearing, her smile shown through her eyes.
“Mary-Ann! Can I get you the usual? Cute top by the way”.
Hanna seemed much more energetic than usual, she swayed from one foot to the other and bent her knees ever so often. While certainly not unwelcome to see such energy and vigor so early in the day, it was a bit out of character for the usually reserved girl.
“Aw, thank you! Yeah, I’ll have the usual. Had your coffee today?” Mary-Ann smiled wider; she was always happy to see others so gleeful.
“Just been standing a while.”
Hanna turned towards the cappuccino machine to start Mary-Ann’s order and crossed her legs. They were clad in light jeans. She put both hands on the machine’s table and continued to bounce her knees. She looked a little sick and Mary-Ann couldn’t help but worry. As the cappuccino machine’s noise rang throughout the shop, Mary-Ann spoke up.
“Are you sure you’re alright?”
Hanna turned back toward Mary-Ann; her light brown barista apron was bunched around her crotch. She pulled her mask away from her face to talk over the end of the machine’s cycle
“Uh…yeah. I’m doing ok” Hanna pulled the mask back and crossed her legs again, and grabbed Mary-Ann’s order. Mary-Ann took her wallet out of her purse and prepared to pay. As Hanna walked back up to the register she put Mary-Ann’s order down and read her the total. Hanna sheepishly looked behind Mary-Ann, and upon seeing there was no one behind she pulled her mask forward again to whisper.
“I’m really sorry but we’re a little understaffed right now; and I really…really need to pee.” As she got to the second “really” she bent her knees down again.
As Mary-Ann heard the word pee, she felt a sympathetic twinge in her own bladder and felt terrible for the girl behind the counter.
“I can wait a moment if you need to run- “
“No! No, if that’s all your getting, I’ll ring you out” Hanna interrupted her a bit loudly, and slapped her mask back into place.
Mary-Ann paid with her card and put a twenty in the tip jar. She felt sorry for the poor girl, but there wasn’t much she could do except give her a generous tip and leave the girl to hopefully find relief, as there was a lull in customers
“H-have a nice... day” Hanna weakly called to her.
Mary-Ann briefly turned and waved to her before heading out the door, back to her car.
The ride to the office was short, but as Mary-Ann pulled into a parking spot opposite the office doors, she felt her bladder give her another dull warning, but this time, it didn’t leave; the two morning bottles of gym water had started to collect and the cappuccino wasn’t helping. As Mary-Ann entered her office doors, she was greeted by her secretary Karenna.
“Hey boss, rooms ready for briefing.” Karenna was an average built black woman, but she had accented her shoulder-length, straight black hair with dyed-red tips.
As prompt as she was resourceful, Mary-Ann wished the 23-year-old didn’t remind her so much of herself right now. Their typical morning briefs would lead right up to nine o-clock, and if the room and Karenna were already good to go, she wouldn’t be able to stop by their single person bathroom. Mary-Ann hoped she would have time to relieve herself before her nine o’clock meeting.
Karenna stood up from her desk and pressed down her grey pinstripe suit pants. She gathered her notepad and filed in behind her boss into the small conference room. Before sitting down, she put down her things on the conference table and wiped a bit of fuzz off of her grey suit coat. She had gotten in later than she had wanted and hadn’t yet emptied her morning bladder, which was starting to become an issue. But the 45-minuet meeting in which she was mostly presenting didn’t faze her. She had been in this position for eight months now, and a few desperate minuets weren’t worth interrupting such a tight schedule, especially today. She sat down at the conference table and Mary-Ann stepped up to the awaiting projector. The current active underwriting client’s spreadsheet appeared on the screen as the projector adjusted itself.
“Where do we stand on these?” Mary-Ann started
“Jones and Richardson both are looking like they’ll get underwritten today. I think we’ll have issues with Wyatt though. They might have given us some bad info on the underwriting paperwork.” As Karenna went into detail about each of the active clients, Mary-Ann discreetly crossed her legs and put her back to the wall. This action went unnoticed by Karenna, who had her own thighs pressed against each other.
The two women continued to review the second page of active clients, and as they discussed a peculiar case in which the client had provided their proof of income from a job, they left two weeks prior, Karenna felt her first wave of desperate pressure press against the walls of her hairless pussy. The additional effort that it took for her to hold her filled bladder caused her to hesitate mid-sentence
“I can make that...mmhf…call today”
Despite her growing desperation, Karenna was determined not to ask for a break. If this meeting dragged on too long, she could potentially delay Mary-Ann, and making her late would be disrespectful to her boss. The only thing she was hoping for is that Mary-Ann didn’t notice her situation. She hated the idea of others knowing her needs.
Mary-Ann was also growing acutely aware of her own situation, and had begun to sway her hips in an attempt to ease some of the pressure that was developing in her bladder. While she was paying attention to what Karenna was saying, she was unaware of the situation her protégé was in.
The two continued to move the meeting forward, discussing where they were in terms of their goals for the year. Karenna at this point was pressing her backside down into the cushy office chair, the corner of the chair pressed into her crotch. Her calves were locked in place, as her heels and feet were supporting most of her forward weight, they were pointing towards each other to keep her thighs in place. When Karenna looked back up from her papers and finished her sentence, she noticed that Mary-Ann was crossing her legs and seemed to be more focused on the projected graph instead of what Karenna was saying. Mary-Ann’s right arm was clutched against her left forearm, and as she swayed back and forth, Karenna thought
Do we seriously both need to piss right now?
Mary-Ann hadn’t responded to Karenna’s statement yet, and seemed to be more so watching the clock than giving her undivided attention. Karenna spoke up
“Your thoughts?”
“Hmm? Oh, yeah, its fine. Good job today, Karenna. Is that all?”
Karenna wasn’t satisfied with the non-answer, but it was getting close to nine, and if she could get out a moment sooner, she would take it.
“I think that’s it for now, I’ll email you if any of this changes- I gotta step out for a second, your office should be set up.”
“I -uh, alright” Mary-Ann started a sentence, but Karenna had already stood and done a 180 towards the door. She walked back to her desk as fast and as discreetly as her heels would let her, and her vagina as tight and contracted as she could get it.
She threw her meeting notes over her desk and craned her neck to briefly check Mary-Ann’s office, which was in a windowed room behind her desk. Karenna might have to piss like a racehorse, but she still had a job to do. She exhaled as the strain to stand on her tip toes caused her bladder to contact and a shiver involuntarily sent a hand to her crotch. Mary-Ann’s office looked in order. Now slightly hunched over, Karenna hustled passed the front door, which was glass, and anyone in the parking lot could see her squirm in front her desk. She actually started to doubt that she was going to make it as she reached the corner of the office space that housed the only bathroom. Pressing down on the handle and swinging the light door open in one motion, Karenna nearly ran into the white tiled room. With just a single toilet and a sink, she started to undo her black belt and turned her well-toned ass towards the toilet bowl, anticipating her long overdue release. In her haste, she pulled the belt too quickly and it stuck into place. She felt a wet drop touch her panties. Not wanting to wet her pants, Karenna used what was left of her strength to pull her belt forward and slowly undo it, and when it finally let go, she jammed her fingers into the waist band of her grey suit pants and flung them down to her knees, along with her panties.
Before her butt had even touched the porcelain of the toilet seat, a thick, fat stream of piss shot out of her, splattering the back of the raised top before Karenna sat down in a huff, exhausted from the effort it took to avoid pissing her pants. Her breathing slowed back to normal, but her stream stayed strong, and the aspiring black business women sat with her forearms on her thighs, trying to process what just happened and get her head back to her work.
Her stream seemed to slow for a moment, but Karenna contracted her bladder muscles again and the stream that was exiting her pee hole resumed with the same force that it had started with, and the hissing sound that was erupting from her thighs filled the room again. As her stream began to subside for a second time, she examined her panties. They were navy blue, and from her perspective, they were still unscathed. She ran her fingers though the fabric, and while it was slightly damp to the touch, they were more than serviceable. She was surprised at what a close call she just had and she sat back in relief.
Her stream was just a slight trickle, but her muscles were still contracting, sending shivers from her bladder to her vagina. Karenna’s thoughts drifted back to work
I hope Mary-Ann was really just checking the time. If I just cut in front of her for a piss, and took one from her…
No. Karenna cut that train of thought short. She tried to convince herself that Mary-Ann was checking the time and making sure she wasn’t late. This move was important for both of their careers, so obviously that would weigh on her mind.
I’ve seen her take back-to-back meetings for an entire day’s work. She’s sat through 3-hour licensing classes with a ton of coffee…there’s no way.
Karenna looked down at her own, now dripping pussy. Her pink wet skin contrasting with her dark outer lips.
It’s not like I didn’t just think that I’d be fine.
She wiped, flushed and pulled her pants back up. Reapplying her belt and checking her makeup in the mirror, she noticed that the back of her grey sport coat had gotten wet from her initial explosion. It fared the worst out of all her clothes, but it would dry before the days end, she was sure of it. Her thoughts drifted back to her boss for a moment.
There’s no way she needs to piss…right?
Mary-Ann Adimari needed to pee. As she watched her young colleague rush out of the room, she pressed her hands against her skin, just above her burning genitals. It was tender, and her tight pencil skirt did little to assist her. Though it was a long skirt, which reached her kneecaps, it was becoming harder and harder to stand still. Her movements had nearly become involuntary, all made worse by the fact that she was in heels. She walked out of the conference room and entered her personal office.
A slightly private area, its windows were against just one wall. They allowed her to be aware of what was happening outside her semi-private walls. Her bookcase, which served more as a prop for zoom meetings than actually useful books, was against the back wall, and the opposite wall partially served as a wet bar for closings. She had just refilled the alcohol shelf yesterday, and the different color liquids only served to mock her at this point. The deep red rug that spanned much of the floor gave the room a sophisticated atmosphere and played well with the walnut-colored bookshelves and mahogany desk.
Mary-Ann wasn’t paying attention to any of these details as she shoved her meeting notes onto her desk and trudged towards the bathroom in the main office space. She had maybe 30 seconds, but she was also starting to get desperate to pee. She assumed Karenna was done as she approached the door, but the light wood was hardly sound proof. She was instead greeted by a such a loud sigh and a hissing sound that her mind instantly attempted to release her bladder muscles. The sound and sudden force of pressure baring down on her tight snatch caused Mary-Ann to shove her hands deep into her crotch and squeeze every muscle she possibly could. Her thighs and vaginal walls were all directed to halt the force liquid from soiling her clothes. Karenna clearly wasn’t done, and Mary-Ann would be unfashionably late. She winced, attempted to straighten up, and walked back towards her office.
As she sat down, some of the other financial partners and representatives from her current company were starting to join the meeting. Sitting in her black office chair, Mary-Ann turned her camera on, and hoped that she could just pay attention for an hour and a half.
Karenna had been answering emails and making few morning calls from her desk while occasionally grabbing a drink from the water cooler outside conference room. Despite her close call this morning, she still needed to refresh ever so often and the short walk from her desk to the water cooler was enough to give her mind a quick rest. What helped the day go by the fastest however was the occasional inbound call. It was like a goody bag. Karenna never knew who would be on the other line. For a better connection, they still used landlines, so she could also fiddle with the cord while she talked. It was like her grandmother’s old phone when she was growing up, and a little burst of nostalgia was all she needed sometimes. This time, when it rang, it was a local realtor, looking to connect with Mary-Ann. After the two set a time and a day, Karenna hung up and looked back through the glass at her boss.
From where she was sitting, Mary-Ann appeared to be focused on her meeting, and Karenna immediately felt better about her own relief this morning. She hadn’t forced her boss into an uncomfortable position and she felt her dash for the restroom was justified.
Mary-Ann was attempting to look professional, but she was as stiff as a statue. Her bladder felt like a rock, and she rubbed her free hand across the tense area. It felt as though every muscle was active in a desperate struggle against herself.
The front door swung open and Karenna immediately recognized her as one of their more recent clients. A jovial woman, with brown eyes, brown hair and a round face, she beamed a wide smile at Karenna.
“Hey! I just wanted to drop by and thank you guys for helping us out on the new place! We love it!”
She presented a small box wrapped neatly in a bow and put it on Karenna’s desk. She was the first client that Karenna had done most of the work for, and to see her so happy with the work that she would even drop by like this was nearly overwhelming for Karenna. She got up from her desk and gave Samantha a friendly hug.
“You guys! Thank you so much! What is it?”
“Well, my sister just opened a little store around the corner, and she makes gifts, so I thought I’d support her and show my gratitude to you guys.”
“Oh, it was nothing really, we get a few different applications every now and then, but you guys were super great with verifying all of that stuff.”
In reality, it was a nightmare case, Justin, Samantha’s husband, was in the middle of an audit and his income had suddenly spiked in the past year. This had raised a number of red flags. Despite the pleasant nature of both of them, it was a challenging first client.
“Is Mary-Ann here today?” Samantha asked innocently
“She is, but she’s in a meeting, I’ll be sure to let her know you stopped by though.”
“Thanks, she is such a badass. Do you mind if I use the bathroom real quick?”
“Not at all” Karenna pointed her towards the bathroom door and watched the woman walk causally towards it.
Her mind went back to her adventure this morning, and now that Mary-Ann had been in her meeting for a while, she only hoped that her boss was in a good spot.
Mary-Ann was still trying to present herself as a power broker, but in her mind, she was very obviously rocking back and forth in her chair. Her knee was lifted towards her chest in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. She one hand plastered against her crotch. With just under a half hour to go, Mary-Ann no longer knew what they were talking about, and at this point was blindingly agreeing to the documents presented online, her attorney marking every initial down. Her jaw was locked in an attempt to remain composed, but her labored breathing gave her situation away. She hoped that her microphone hadn’t picked anything up. She didn’t think that she had leaked yet, but her strained muscles were starting to produce a sweat. Mary-Ann couldn’t tell anymore. All she wanted was to pee. Just not in front of the present company, or with any audience really.
Sitting back down at her desk, Karenna waived Samantha good-bye as the woman headed for the door, and began to work again. A couple of emails had come through, but nothing of any major urgency. Soon the phone rang, and this time, it was Mary-Ann’s property manager, Donovan.
“Hey Karenna, we’ve got a bit of a situation over here at the Addison Street place, could you patch me though to Mary-Ann?”
“She’s in a meeting, can I take a message?”
“It’s really more important that I speak to her.”
While Karenna was speaking with Donovan, Mary-Ann was seriously considering peeing in one of her wet bar cups. She was sure they couldn’t handle two of her gym water bottles and a cappuccino, but it was better than peeing in front of the CEO of one of the largest mortgage companies in the nation, her attorney and business broker. That very real fear was the only thing that was keeping her water in at this point, and even that was failing. With just a few minutes left in the meeting, Mary-Ann lost a spirt of pee into her white panties and her shaking legs were attempting to close the now burst dam, but now that it had started, she was afraid that it wouldn’t stop. But another minute passed. The last page. It was here. Freedom. One more initial and she could have her empire and her salvation. She spirted again. The shock caused her to inhale and she gripped her mahogany desk. With every fiber of her being, she willed her pee-hole closed. Yes. She told her attorney to sign off on the last NDA. She lost again, this time a jet of pee, with a stream thick enough to tickle her closed vaginal walls. But it was over, the greatest meeting of her life was over. She might just make it.
“Karenna?” Mary-Ann’s voice was picked up by the landline’s local connection
“Yes?”
“We’re done here. It went through. I think we’re even taking you with us.” Mary-Ann started dribbling into her panties again
“What do you mean you think?”
“Just have to check with Sarah” Mary-Ann was too busy trying not to pee herself when Karenna’s future was discussed. Sarah would know though, that’s what attorneys are for.
“…alright. By the way, Donovan called. The A/C is out at your complex. I have him on hold, should I send him on over?”
Mary-Ann’s brief hope was dashed. The middle of the summer, and the A/C just went out. She wasn’t sure how long this would take, but she was almost sure it would take her relief away as a constant leak into her panties had begun. She could delay this call and attempt to run in heels like a mad woman through her office, and maybe make it. But her property wasn’t Donovan’s only managed one. If she didn’t take this called get this ordered today, her tenants could be without A/C for a week or even longer.
“oh..yeah..that’s ok” it was a chance she had to take.
In a moment her connection to Karenna was switched and she could hear to dial tone of a connecting call. But with the phone on a cord, her use of her alcohol glasses was out of the question. She attempted to stand in order to re-adjust herself, but she just lost another spirt, this one making through her pantyhose and dripping onto the rug below. Using her chin and shoulder to hold the receiver in place, and shoving her hands into her crotch again, Mary-Ann said answered the phone weakly.
“Ms. Mary-Ann! What’s going on?!” The friendly Donovan answered.
“I heard the A/C was out” Was all Mary-Ann could muster
“Yeah, I could repair the thing for less, but I have no guarantee…” He was talking but Mary-Ann could no longer listen, as she stood, now holding the phone with her right hand, and slightly bent at the knee, Mary-Ann lost another jet of pee. And then another. It was lost, and Mary-Ann knew it. Not caring how she sounded, she told her kind property manager:
“Just replace it. Order it, don’t worry about cost. I’m busy, I got to go.” And hung up her the phone.
She was going in her panties. It started quick, the first stream finally breaking through her panties and splashing loudly onto the rug. In shame she covered her face with her both her hands. Turning beet red, all she could hear was her pent up pee ruining her rug with a dull splash. After a few moments, she looked down again, and what she was doing hit her. Her panty-house were ruined as wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. In reaction to this she cut off the flow and jammed her hand back into her crotch, now soaked and warm.
The pain of stopping her flow was unreal. It felt like her entire urinary system had bucked against her wishes to stop peeing, and in revolt, she started leaking again. But Mary-Ann’s body had gone too far and was tired to bend to her will anymore and the leak started to become more forceful in her hand. She realized that now, all she wanted was relief. Dropping her remaining pretenses, she squatted by her desk.
Mary-Ann Adimari, one of the top mortgage producers in the nation, now owner of her own mortgage company, was uncontrollably wetting her panties on her office floor. She had neglected to move her skirt, and once her urine had wet through her pantyhose, it started to spread across her butt and soaked through her skirt. But Mary-Ann was too busy enjoying the emptying of her overfilled bladder into her panties to care. She didn’t care about the rug she was soiling. She didn’t even care that Karenna might be able to hear the hiss of her urine rushing though her tired vagina. As the many different rivulets made their way from the seat of her skirt to the rug, Mary-Ann rolled forward onto her knees and pushed the rest of her pee out, and along with whatever had collected in her skirt, she continued to ruin her rug and undergarments in equal measure.
She wanted to scream in relief. She was peeing the rest of her bladder’s contents out in an extreme jet of pee and the pleasure was immeasurable. It was as if she had just experienced the most intense orgasm ever, and a cold shiver ran down her spine. Her stream had begun to stop for the most part, her over saturated panties dripped the excess urine down her thighs. As Mary-Ann knelt she briefly wanted to masturbate. In a fleeting moment she imagined herself ripping through her pantyhose and rubbing her clit like a crazed animal.
But reality quickly set in. Mary-Ann was saturated from the waist down in her own pee. She had just ignored a serious issue with one of her rentals, and had just ruined a very expensive rug. This wouldn’t be easy to explain away. And then there was Karenna. Mary-Ann couldn’t leave her office while she was there. Mary-Ann was her boss who had obviously just peed herself and she couldn’t even begin to imagine the social implications and the loss of her credibility if Karenna found her out. She at least had her gym clothes to change into, but they were in her car. She’d have to pass Karenna’s desk if she was going to get to them.
In her assessment of the situation, Mary-Ann felt that it was important that Karenna didn’t find out first. She quickly hatched and idea. She stood up quickly and called Karenna’s line
“Hey Karenna, I’m a little behind right now, I’m going to work though lunch. Could you hold my calls?”
“Sure thing”
“Oh, and what time were you planning on leaving today?”
“Uh, why?”
“I need to know what my schedule looks like today”
“Five”
That was how long Mary-Ann had to lock herself in her office, and how long she could try and deal with the massive dark stain that had formed right next to her desk. She had no towels or real way of drying it. She could pour alcohol on it and claim that a bottle broke. But she couldn’t actually break the bottle or Karenna would hear it. On the other hand, the lack of glass would make it a weak excuse. She decided to just leave it for now and have the rug steam cleaned by a national company. She could bear it if workers that she’d never know or meet again in life questioned why this stain smelled like pee, after all, she didn’t have answer them.
Mary-Ann moved to sit back down in her office chair. As she made this motion, she felt her heels squish. She looked down, and could see where trails of pee had soaked her pantyhose all the way down into her heels. She bent down and struggled to slip them off. Disappointed and disgusted with herself she poured a pool of urine out of each heel, and added the dark stain on the rug that she had already made. Leaving her wet and probably ruined heels off, she sat back down in her office chair. It was wet from sweat and the strain of holding back her eventual defeat. Her skirt was wet as well. The best that Mary-Ann could do was hike it up and sit in her clammy chair, bested by her own body. She could feel her wet panties sticking to her genitals. Shame had finally been able to take hold, and she hid her face behind her hands.
Karenna was wrong. Mary-Ann had been out of her meeting for almost an hour now, and when Karenna didn’t see her emerge from her office, she knew that her assumptions about this morning’s meeting were wrong. She felt better about the entire situation, that she hadn’t put her boss in a bad spot and that her own struggle was just that. Her own. She reached underneath her desk and pulled out her lunch container. She might be just an amateur cook, but Karenna was going to eat good while she could.
As she worked on her lunch and work at the same time, she felt her bladder call out to her for the second time that day. Her occasional trips to the water cooler were catching up with her already irritated bladder. Despite its warning that she should relieve herself, she also started the soda that she had packed with her lunch. A few important emails had come through while she ate and drank. As she replied to the sales leads and searched her computer for related files, her bladder again gave her a signal that it would not be treated the same way it was this morning. Not wanting to squirm and dance in her chair again either, Karenna got up from her desk to relieve herself. Just as she did so, a call came through. She frowned. She hesitated for a moment as she considered letting the call go to her inbox so she could take a piss. However the primitive caller ID read:
Darzi, Sarah
Damn, she needed to take this. As she answered the phone, she stood in front of her desk and swayed her hips a bit.
“Karenna, is Mary-Ann available? It’s very important.”
“Sorry, she’s asked me to hold her calls this afternoon. I can take a message.”
“I need to review some of the decisions she made today, with her. Are you sure you can’t get us in touch?”
Karenna was squeezing her thighs together. She hated that she was desperate to piss again.
“Let me see if she’ll make an exception for you. I also have a question for you. She wasn’t specific when I asked her if I was included in the move to her new company.”
“Sorry Karenna, I can’t discuss that right now.”
Karenna muttered to herself, her job status was in limbo, and she couldn’t get a straight answer. As she bounced her knees together, she put Sarah on hold and called Mary-Ann’s direct line.
“Boss, Sarah’s on the line. She wants to discuss some of the decisions you made today.”
Mary-Ann groaned. She knew she had messed something up. But what was she going to tell Sarah?
Hey, sorry I messed up six months of planning, I was busy peeing my pants.
Knowing she wasn’t in the right mindset, she told Karenna to set a time next week with Sarah to recap her apparent mistakes.
It wasn’t the answer Karenna was looking for. She was hoping Mary-Ann would have taken the call so that she could go piss, but she set another time with Sarah. Bobbing her knees the entire time, in full view of the glass front door. When she hung up the phone, Karenna swiftly walked towards the bathroom.
Paying attention to her belt, Karenna was sure to carefully remove it and pulled her grey suit pants and blue panties down. After lifting the toilet lid, she squatted over the bowl and began spraying her warm piss into the toilet bowl. She enjoyed feeling the pressure evaporate from her bladder as the hiss and sputter of her strong stream echoed against the water. Her jetting stream was nothing when compared to her effort in the morning, lasting a much shorter time before it slowed down and eventually stopped. Karenna contracted her bladder muscle again. Still, just a few drops slipped through her pink insides and fell into the toilet. She wiped, flushed, and pulled her suit pants and panties back over herself. She adjusted herself in the mirror and fixed her hair. She couldn’t help but feel a little jealous that Mary-Ann could wait all this time. Nonetheless, she washed her hands, and felt ready to attack the rest of her day.
Mary-Ann couldn’t tell if her soiled clothes were starting to dry or if she had just gotten used to the wetness down her legs and her clammy underwear sticking to her crotch. She sat at her computer, her legs spread wide to attempt to help dry the evidence of her accident. She had thought about peeling off her pantyhose and panties, but the question of hiding them for later and the vulnerable feeling of being naked in public was a bridge she didn’t want to cross. She attempted to work to drown out her own thoughts. It wasn’t the potential embarrassment that frightened her. She wanted to touch herself. She didn’t care why she felt that way, she didn’t want to think about it. Mary-Ann also began to feel the urge to pee again. For a moment she wanted to do it again. Just let go. Stand over her stained rug and feel that rush again. No. She attempted to bury the thought. She was not an animal. She wouldn’t give in to herself again. She needed a greater distraction.
Mary-Ann decided to call Donovan back. She dialed his number and asked him to recap what the issue was this morning and apologized for acting so rushed. She omitted why.
“Thanks for getting back to me Mary-Ann. Did Karenna tell you?”
“What?”
“The new unit is on back order, I can’t get one for about three weeks, but I could try and repair this unit in the meantime”
“Sure that’s fine, just sign for it and I’ll reimburse you.”
“Well, that’s the problem, the company won’t deliver the part I need without your signature, because you own the property. I need you here on site.”
Mary-Ann’s heart sank.
“What time?”
“I can only be here for a little while”
“Are you sure there’s no way you can take care of this?”
“Sorry, it’s out of my hands”
“..I know… and we need that part. Damn. Alright, I’ll head over there.”
The two exchanged pleasantries and hung up.
Mary-Ann’s fears compounded on themselves. She felt light headed. All she had left to hide her very obvious accident was luck. And now how was she supposed to change? If she got lucky and got by Karenna the first time, walking back in with her gym clothes certainly wouldn’t be an option. Mary-Ann decided to deal with that once she was on the road. First, she had to come up with a way to try and be stealthy about her exit. Or at the very least, professional. Maybe if she walked fast enough, Karenna wouldn’t notice a thing. Her skirt was black, but there was an obvious stain on her butt from crouching down and wetting through it. From the front her pantyhose had dark streaks running the length of her legs. She would have to move fast and rely on her skirts dark color.
She called Karenna to let her know that she was needed at her rental and wouldn’t be back at the office.
Karenna had hit the wall, it was that time of the afternoon in which everything slowed. With much of her work done for the day, she turned her attention to study. If she was going to dominate the mortgage industry like her boss, she should be asking questions. No sooner had this thought entered her mind than she heard the click of Mary-Ann’s office door.
Mary-Ann’s throat was dry as she started her to walk by Karenna. She walked swiftly out of her office and towards the door. Hoping against hope that this would work. She passed Karenna, and when she didn’t say anything, Mary-Ann thought she might just get away with it. She was halfway to the door, and just passed Karenna’s desk.
Karenna looked up, and began to ask Mary-Ann a question. She saw a stain on the back of her skirt as she walked by. She had to let her know before she went out. She must have sat on something. But what on earth could have made a stain that big? Karenna put two and two together.
“Hey boss, did you.. um…did, you pee your pants?” |
*A/N: Based on collected feedback, I've decided to cut down this chapter into 3 parts. The next will be released Saturday 10/9/2021. While this chapter contains exclusively pee content with no wetting, it will be the only chapter thus far to do so. Unless that's the kind of content you all want. Continued feedback is welcome and encouraged, I hope this new format is easier to read.
PART 2.1: A New Beginning
Mary-Ann wanted to cry. Her checks burned with embarrassment. She wanted to address Karenna but she couldn’t find the words. She turned to her protégé and could only muster a weak tone of voice
“I..I…I’m sorry…” That was all she could utter
Karenna’s mouth was agape in shock, attempting to stay modest, she covered it with her hand. The palatable tension and shock didn’t help Mary-Ann as she felt her eyes start to well up with tears. She tried to cool her burning cheeks with a quick fan of her left hand. In a defeated voice, she tried to gain some control of the situation.
“I was dying this morning and…the meeting was so long…” her voice trailed off again. Rather than taking the conversation back into her court, it only served to deepen her embarrassment. It was Karenna’s turn to speak.
“Can you change? You can’t go out like that”
“Yeah, my gym clothes, I can wear them from this morning. Mary-Ann paused “I was about to go get them”
Karenna nodded, attempting to cut through the awkwardness of the situation. Maybe she should try a joke. Before she could say anything, Mary-Ann turned slowly back towards the doors and walked towards her car.
As she started to stifle her tears, Mary-Ann hurried as quickly to her car as her heels would let her, their dampness causing her feet to slide more than they normally would. She opened the back door of her SUV and started rifling through her gym clothes, collecting her workout undergarments and shoes as well. There was no one around, and as her bladder had refilled from her disaster, she felt the urge to pee again. Though not nearly as bad as before, she still had an uncomfortable thought flow into her mind.
Pee here. No one can see you. Your clothes are already ruined, what does it matter? Let go. Through your panties again.
She physically shook her head, as if trying to free herself from her own mind for a moment. She reached to the glove box in the front seat, a stretch from where she was standing, and grabbed her makeup kit from the compartment. She hustled back to her office, She could see Karenna still looking at her from her desk through the glass. As Mary-Ann reentered the building and turned toward the bathroom Karenna tried to lighten the mood.
“Bathrooms that way” She grinned a bold grin.
It didn’t help, Mary-Ann put her head down in shame and felt her face glow in embarrassment again. Upon entering the bathroom, she took off her heels and attempted to peel off her ruined pantyhose. They stuck to her legs. Her urine had acted like an adhesive, and Mary-Ann struggled to peel them off at first. Once she finally rolled them down, they fell onto the tiled floor with a heavy slap. Her white panties were stained with her pee and had become nearly see through. She scratched at her thighs and walked to the toilet, leaving on her panties. Another thought entered her mind.
Pee them.
This time Mary-Ann put up less resistance as she sat down on the toilet. She observed her soiled panties and pulled them closer to herself, wedging the wet fabric through her vagina lips. She felt as shiver go up her spine and for the first time in her life, attempted to pee through her panties. She relaxed and expected to feel the same warm sensation she had just experienced a few hours ago. Nothing. She closed her eyes and attempted again to relax. Nothing still. She had to pee, but still, nothing. She tried a third time, but this time she let go of her panties and pushed. She visualized pushing her bladder beyond her mental barrier and this time felt a rush through her urethra towards her pee hole. Then it stopped. It was as if she could feel her pee right at her opening, waiting to get out. But she couldn’t. Or so she thought. A quick warm spurt rewet the fabric of her panties. But it stopped. Before any urine even hit the toilet water, Mary-Ann tensed up again. Then it hit her. She was sitting in her office, attempting to pee her panties for the second time that day. Sanity kicked in again as well as a wave of desperation and she pulled her wet panties to the side, her pee jetting out this time and splashing into the bowl with incredible force.
As she held the fabric to the side, she felt drops of pee splashing against her fingers. She almost felt like putting her panties back on now that her urine was freely flowing. As her stream began to dwindle, and arc back towards her opening, she removed her hand and let her panties slide back towards her small flow. Feeling as though she only had a little left she pulled her panties back over herself. Again that warm sensation pooled around her nethers and this time, a few drops made their way through the tired fabric and into the bowl. She stood up and wiped her tights down with toilet paper, but instead of wiping herself, she simply slipped off her panties.
They too hit the floor with unusual weight, and reminded Mary-Ann of her accident. Bunching her panties and pantyhose back into a tight ball, she threw them in the corner and removed her work clothes. Seeing her nude body in the mirror, she almost felt like masturbating. She didn’t, but she knew she was horny. As she grabbed her gym clothes she saw her wet panties again and felt ashamed. Perhaps her arousal was just to cover her predicament, but either way, she still had to get back out there. She slipped her pink panties on, along with her grey spandex and white tank top. She fixed her makeup and threw her hair back into a ponytail. She almost felt like herself again. But then she picked up the ball of undergarments that she had uncontrollably wet herself in. Now that she held them, they smelled like pee. She tried to hide them by wrapping her blouse and skirt around them. She didn’t care if these got wet, they were going to the cleaners.
When Mary-Ann stepped back into the hall, she could see that they had a visitor. Tyler, a real estate agent was in the middle of a conversation with Karenna. Thinking quickly, Mary-Ann hid her ball of work clothes behind her back and walked closer to the wall. She hoped that Karenna would think quick enough to distract Tyler and that Mary-Ann could sneak by unnoticed. Too late, as soon as Tyler turned, he saw Mary-Ann. |
Part 2.2: Through Thick and Thin; and with Plenty of Disinfectant
*A/N: While it takes a bit to get to the interesting bits, I wanted for focus on character development here. The way that I wrote this was as if Mary-Ann's accident was like a bob going off, there the fallout from it, and all of the things that can come from this event. Let me know if I actually achieve some solid character development here. I know Karenna might seem a little too loyal right now, but it will payoff in the coming chapters. The final part for Chapter 2 will be posted on Tuesday 10/12/2021
Smiling, Tyler extended his hand
“You got a present for me?” He was joking, but it didn’t take him a moment to figure out the Mary-Ann had something behind her back. She smiled back, trying to save face
“No, no. It’s for my building.” She lied
“Oh, I didn’t know you closed on that, congrats!”
“Thanks, yeah that was about eight months ago.”
“What’s the occasion?”
“What do you mean?”
“Isn’t that a gift? Are you having some sort of an event?”
“No, it’s not a gift. No event.”
“Then what is it?”
“It’s...you know. A thing”
Tyler gave a confused look. “Is it something I’m not supposed to know about?”
“No, it’s just not important” Mary-Ann looked over to Karenna for assistance
“Tyler, you said you had some closings, and we’d be happy to accommodate a space for you.” Karenna leaned forward accentuating her breasts a little. “Why don’t I show you around?”
“Uh…yeah, sure. I’d like that”
“Mary-Ann, you’ve got to go, I know, I’ll see you later” Mary-Ann couldn’t be more thankful for Karenna’s resourcefulness and made sure to keep her wetted clothes behind her as she exited.
As Karenna rose from her desk, she walked Tyler towards the conference room that she and Mary-Ann had met in this morning. She subtlety swayed her hips in an attempt to accentuate her backside. As they walked into the conference room she gestured towards the size of the room. Karenna turned to face Tyler.
“I’m sure this will do just fine. You’re going to use me as your originator. She stepped closer to him “right?”
“Uh, yeah, sure. That sounds nice.” He smiled nervously
Karenna smiled flirtatiously back
“Well, get to it then”
As Tyler attempted to stammer something else, Karenna was happy at how quickly he melted. She walked him back to the front door, saw him out and sat back down at her desk. She had a text message waiting for her on her personal cell. It was Mary-Ann.
Thanks for the cover. Could you also make an appointment to get the carpet in my office cleaned? 🙈
Yeah no problem
Thanks! You’re the best. Don’t say anything about it please I’m so ashamed
Happens to the best of us
Before she turned onto the highway, Mary-Ann pulled her SUV into a gas station. She knew it looked odd to be dressed in workout clothes and have her expensive purse with her, but as she walked into the convenience store, she felt a little devilish knowing that of all the patrons, only she knew why her outfit didn’t match her purse. Aside from gas, she was hungry, hungry enough to order from the fast food counter. She debated with herself on getting the large water cup, but with how salty her meal was- plant based or not, she knew she needed it.
After paying for her food and gas, Mary-Ann began to fuel her car when she got a call from Karenna.
“Hey boss, the steam cleaner can’t get here until next week. Is the carpet going to be ok?”
“Um” Mary-Ann’s face blushed with embarrassment “No, probably not.”
“What should I do then? I can’t find another local place.”
“I’m not sure, I just know it can’t be good for it to sit like that.” Mary-Ann’s SUV was filled and she climb back inside the cabin.
“Did you ever have a pet or something? I mean...”
“What do you mean?” Mary-Ann felt a flash of anger
“I’m just saying I never did! I don’t know how to treat a rug like this.” Karenna wasn’t sure if she should apologize or feel miffed that her boss was angry at her for not knowing how to clean piss out of a carpet.
“Look, just ask the internet.” Mary-Ann felt herself getting hysterical as her embarrassment had turned itself into misplaced anger at Karenna. She attempted to apologize “I’m sorry, could you just figure it out yourself?” It sounded more forceful than she wanted.
Karenna was silent for a moment “Alright”
Mary-Ann thanked her and hung-up. Disgusted with how she just acted towards her protégé, she tried to block it out of her mind as she drove down the highway.
How to clean piss out of a rug
Karenna searched the question on her work computer, there was no way she was typing that phrase into her personal phone. She perused through a number of articles on dog and cat training, with the underlying ingredient appearing to be baking soda.
How to clean your boss’s piss out of her rug after she got mad at you for pissing herself
Karenna erased her next query before even hitting “enter”. She couldn’t help but type out her anger, if only for a moment. She refined her search
How to clean human piss out of a rug
She again found baking soda to be the most common answer, as well as another person suggesting Himalayan salt, but she still cobbled together a list.
Mary-Ann finished her lunch and was nearly done with her water cup as she barreled down the rural highway. Her silent driving was broken by a call back from Karenna.
“I think the best bet is going to be baking soda and disinfectant.”
“Ok.” Mary-Ann wasn’t sure why Karenna had called just to say that
“Should I put it on the business card?” Oh. That’s why she called
“They count as office supplies, sure.” There was a pause. “I’m not really angry with you. It’s just not something I’ve had to ask of you before. Or thought I ever would have to.” She swallowed in shame, hoping to drown her pride too. Karenna didn’t respond. Mary-Ann continued
“It’s just that I really had to go when I got in this morning. And we were so busy…” The silence weighed down on the conversation. Mary-Ann broke through the last of her pride.
“I really just couldn’t hold it anymore. It started coming out, and the only thing I could do was try not to get it on the chair. You’ve done nothing but help me through it, you’re gone above and beyond.” Mary-Ann started to feel an overwhelming scene of thankfulness for Karenna and started to tear up at the experience of her morning.
“Well, I still believe in you, boss. I’m shocked this happened, but I’ll give you this one.” Karenna tried another joke “I think we all get at least one free pass to piss ourselves in life, sometimes you just got to go.”
Mary-Ann chuckled at this one, it helped quell her emotions. “I guess I just used mine then.”
“I guess you did. Alright, let me get these things for you and I’ll be on my way.”
Mary-Ann finished her water cup and continued towards her rental property.
Karenna packed up her personal items from her desk and walked out the door, noting that all of the pee talk with her boss and her soda from lunch had begun to make a move on her own bladder. The general store near their office park was not that far away, and she knew she could wait until she got back to their office bathroom. She put her purse down in her passenger seat as she fell into her sedan. As she pulled out of the parking lot, she was surprised at the amount of traffic that was in the lane she needed to cross into. Instead she took the traffic lane in the opposite direction she needed to go, just to be able to get onto the road.
Taking an extra ten minutes just to find a suitable place to turn around had caused Karenna to change her plans. Even though she hated the idea, she was going to use the toilet at the store. After witnessing Mary-Ann’s ordeal, and being forced to clean it up, made her recontextualize her feelings around unfamiliar bathrooms. The store was just a few moments away, but the nearly standstill traffic had also caused Karenna to doubt she should fight it on the way back.
As Mary-Ann passed through the small downtown just outside her rental, she felt her bladder call out to her again. Normally she would have tried to wait until she got back to her own home, but today’s ordeal had shifted her behavior. As she cut through the residential streets in this rural town, she finally pulled into the parking area for her small double duplexes. Both Donovan and the contractor for the air conditioning unit were already there. She would have to wait to use one of the duplex’s toilets.
A half an hour had passed and Karenna could finally see the sign for the discount store. With her need having grown in that time, she was happy to finally see relief in sight. Another five minutes passed before she could turn into the parking lot, still unaware of what caused the delay, she got out of her car and grabbed her purse. She was happy that her need was not so great that she had to hold herself, but Karenna quickened her pace as she entered through the sliding doors.
As Mary-Ann stepped out of her vehicle, she was greeted by a number of small lawn signs stuck in the grass facing the road. Each one with a hashtag or website address that she was unfamiliar with. Donovan walked over an extended his hand to shake.
“Just in time, thanks for coming out so late.”
“What’s with this?” Mary-Ann gestured to the signs
“Someone must have put them in.”
“One of my tenants?”
“Not sure, haven’t asked. I could take ‘em out if you want.”
“Find out if its someone here first. If it is, I’ll talk with them. Otherwise, I’ll need you to take it to the city.”
“The city?”
“It’s illegal to put signs in someone else’s lawn. No idea what this one’s for but I don’t want it.”
Donovan studied the signs. He squinted to read the print.
“Oh. This is for that mechanic.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Yeah, he was working, and someone came up and shot him.” Donovan made a gun gesture with his finger.
“Bang. Yeah, everyone ‘round here is tore up about it. Nice guy. Or was.”
“I still don’t want a hashtag in my lawn.”
Donovan put his hands up to feign submission. “Alright. But you might get some resistance.”
Mary-Ann shrugged. Donovan led her to the man delivering the parts. She signed off on the delivery and paid for the part. As the man climb back into his van she turned to Donovan.
“You dragged me out here on a two hour drive for this?”
She followed him as he walked over to the malfunctioning air conditioning.
“Not my policy on the signature thing.” He opened a flap on the side of the unit and started to work on the issue.
“But if this was all you needed me for, couldn’t you have just sent the paper work over to me?”
“You don’t take faxes.”
Mary-Ann was beyond irritated “Because its 2021. You could have just scanned it and sent it in an email.”
“Then how would they know it was you?”
“Because I’d have a copy in my inbox.”
Donovan stopped working for a moment. “Oh yeah. Sorry, I was just trying to get this done today.”
Mary-Ann rolled her eyes. If Donovan wasn’t such a handy man he’d never have been hired. But an honest man was hard to find these days. Still, she now knew about the unwanted sign and could use it to ask for a bathroom. Her need had continued to grow as she had been standing outside.
Karenna held the box of baking soda close to her as she scanned the shelves for disinfectant. For the highest shelves she needed to stand on her toes to figure out what items they had. The constant standing and bending over had caused her bladder to expand and contract, increasing her need to the point where she actually considered using the store bathroom instead of waiting to get back to the office.
“Can I help you with anything?” A thin man in a monotone voice asked
“Could you tell me where the disinfectant is?”
“At the end of the isle. May I ask what brand you are considering purchasing?”
Karenna thought it was an odd question but she answered it anyway
“I don’t know, whichever one is cheapest.”
“I would advise you against that. It’s important to get one the actually works sometimes they don’t actually work they just smell nice they put a picture of lemon on some of the cheaper ones and they do not smell like lemon not that I have smelled a lemon but I still think these companies should be more accurate in what they sell but I guess you could not sell the scent that some of them have. Here I’ll show you them.”
As the boring man led Karenna down the aisle, she began to walk with her thighs unconsciously closer together. This helped squeeze her womanhood and ease the building pressure in her abdomen. When they got to the end of the aisle, he showed Karenna an entire rack of disinfectant.
“These are all of the ones we have here” In one motion he grabbed the middle container and showed it to Karenna.
“This one is my favorite I use it when I have to clean mothers house it is very reliable and you can use it with the elderly because it does not smell I had my cousin Frank who was old die because of the chemicals they put in the cheap ones we were all sad when Frank died because he was funny but I got his silver dollar collection out of it so I guess it could have been worse. Do you have relatives miss?”
Karenna nodded
“So do I. Some are nice others go to prison. I do not see the ones that went to prison all that often I think its because they are in jail cousin Frank used to say it was like time-outs for adults which was funny but it was his son in prison so I guess you have to make jokes like that when you raise a criminal. I never wanted to be a criminal that is why I work here.
Karenna needed to get out of this speech and grabbed the can from the boring man. She was kicking the carpeted floor with her heel, both out of boredom and out of a desire to stave off the need to piss.
“Thanks for the recommendation. Where are the bathrooms?”
“In the back” He pointed to the back of the store where there was an outlet with a large sign above it that said RESTROOMS. He continued with another boing talk
“You know when I was little mother used to tell me that father was swallowed up by the monster in the bathtub so I never wanted to go in there I was not potty trained until I was seven and even then it took longer to get me to shower sometimes I still fear whatever is in the bathroom at night that is why I sleep with the light on.”
As he rambled on, Karenna slowly backed away with a fake smile, and headed towards the restrooms. The boring man was still talking to her.
“Turns out my father was not eaten by a bathroom monster but he died in the parking lot of a bar before I was born. Heroin. Anyway, enjoy your disinfectant.”
Karenna ducked into the small alcove in the wall and opened the swinging door to the ladies room. A decent sized bathroom, it had three stalls, and the middle one was occupied. Her heels clicked on the clean tile floor as she swung the far stall door open. As she put the disinfectant in her purse and hung it on the hook on the inside of the door, the woman next to her started to pee. Karenna heard the urine splash into the toilet and her own need increased dramatically. It always happened to her, and she briefly flashed back to times when she had been desperate in school or a club and the sound of other women peeing nearly made her wet herself. Karenna fiddled with her belt, just as she had in the morning, and the sound of the other woman’s pee stopped. After a few moments, the stall next to her came alive again with the sound of a quick stream of piss jetting into the toilet. Karenna rolled her eyes as she finally got her belt undone, her need now annoyingly greater than it was. The motion of swinging her pants and panties to the floor and sitting on the toilet was swift and Karenna sighed in spite of herself, her own stream quickly starting. It was nice, the annoyance of the entire trip melting away as her wide stream of piss hissed out of her. More so recounting the whole experience to herself Karenna said aloud
“Man, that guy would not stop talking.”
“Oh, you must have met Allan. Nice guy but he never really shuts up” The other woman was talking to Karenna from her own stall. Not really wanting to engage in a conversation, and certainly not while she was pissing into the toilet, Karenna mumbled a response
“..yeah.”
“I heard from a girl who used to work here that he once talked to her so long that she started to pee herself. I wonder if that’s why she doesn’t work here anymore.”
Karenna didn’t respond, the entire awkward situation exemplified her strange day. She turned her head down and simply watched the rest of her stream spray out of her vagina. The other woman had finished peeing, and to avoid talking with whomever had an anecdote about a fellow employee, Karenna waited. Instead of wiping right away, Karenna continued to drip, her bladder now empty. The other women didn’t move. The only sound in the bathroom was the occasional drop of piss exiting Karenna. With the other woman distracted or simply not paying attention, Karenna quickly grabbed a sheet of toilet paper and wiped herself. Dumping the used paper into the slightly yellow toilet water, she pulled up her pants and grabbed her purse. The sound of her flushing toilet covered her washing her hands quickly and she left the restroom, not looking back to see if the other woman had exited. |
A/N: The conclusion to chapter 2. While I apologize for just the peeing scenes in this chapter, I think it's important to have variety. The Story is still building here so there isn't a ton of plot other than to further characterize Mary-Ann here. We have the interludes next up which will feature 2 wetting scenes and one "just made it" scene. These are not full chapters and will be shorter than full blown chapters, while still delivering plot content. Interlude 1 will be posted Thursday 10/14/2021.
Chapter 2.3: Her World Began Anew
Mary-Ann knocked on the door. No response. She knocked again. Still nothing. She folded her arms and paced back and forth on the concrete porch. The large water she had to drink was also starting to fill her well-used bladder and pacing kept her mind off of it. At last the heavy door opened and an older gentleman answered her knock.
“Is the air fixed yet?” He sounded grumpy
“No. But I-“
“Well, it ain’t rent day, an’ I’m not doing anything wrong. What do you want?”
“Did you put that sign up?”
“Yeah. What of it?”
“Could you take it down? I don’t want political messages on the lawn.”
“It ain’t no political sign. Haven’t you got any respect for a man who was murdered?”
“It’s not about that, I don’t want others to think that they can put up signs.”
The man grumbled something to himself and started to close the door. Mary-Ann was about to ask if she could use his bathroom, but thought better of it. He didn’t seem very hospitable at the moment. Her body was angry with her for not asking, and the pressure in her abdomen was becoming more consistent. Mary-Ann walked back around to the side of the building, where Donovan was still working on the air conditioning.
“Could you make sure that those signs are gone by next week? If not, I might have him evicted.” Mary-Ann shouted towards Donovan. Climbing out from the box, he responded
“I really think your making a mistake by pressing the issue here Mary-Ann. That mechanic was popular around here.”
“I’ll think about it, but I still want you to check back here in a week. Unless you need anything else from me, I’m heading back.”
“Go on, I’ve got nothing else for you. Sorry for getting you out here, I’m not much for computers you know. Didn’t even think about a scanner.”
Mary-Ann looked towards the lonely main road. She wouldn’t have normally brought it up, but her experience earlier made her reconsider.
“Is there a place where I could stop and use the restroom? Some of the places I passed didn’t look all that clean.”
“I wouldn’t go to any of the places around here. Lately there’s been someone with a camera hanging around women’s bathrooms. If it weren’t for the shooting of that mechanic, I think that’d be the biggest story.”
Mary-Ann tapped her foot as she thought of her options. The highway didn’t yield very many exits in this rural area, certainly none that she would be comfortable finding a spot to pee. She decided to extricate herself from her conversation with Donovan and headed back to her car.
Karenna unlocked and opened the office door. She took both the purchased baking soda and disinfectant from the plastic bag and tossed it into the trash. Walking by her own desk at the front of the suite, she made her way to Mary-Ann’s office. Not really knowing what to expect, she opened the door a bit cautiously. Everything looked just as it normally did. The wet bar to her right was undisturbed, and the large bookcase behind Mary-Ann’s desk was as neat as ever. It wasn’t until she looked down at the carpet that she saw the evidence of her boss’s deed. A large dark patch, which touched Mary-Ann’s desk and its circumference nearly reached the potted plant next to the opposite wall. Karenna’s jaw dropped in shock and she covered her mouth with her hand. She could only imagine how bad Mary-Ann must have had to piss. Part of her wondered what it would feel like to pee on herself like that. Did it just happen? Was it just for relief? Did it feel good? Either way, when she got the job here, she never imagined she would be dumping baking soda and spraying disinfectant on her boss’s piss stain.
Mary-Ann had been driving for roughly 30 minutes before the Bluetooth system in her SUV notified her of a text. It was from Karenna. Mary-Ann had the system read the text aloud.
Cleaned up your office. Headed home. Strange day all around.
Mary-Ann wanted to respond, but she wasn’t entirely sure how too. It was hard not to relive her accident when everything seemly reminded her of it. The two-lane highway wasn’t giving her much to gawk at and her only option was to drive and be reminded of her filling bladder. She reflected on her impure thoughts and arousal after her wetting. She had no one to share this with, and part of her still refused to admit to herself that she might have a pee kink. It wasn’t just any kink too, she had wet her panties in her office and was even found out, and she was aroused. Was it because Karenna didn’t tease her? This question lingered in Mary-Ann’s mind. Why didn’t Karenna make a bigger deal of it? Mary-Ann wondered if it was just a façade, in the fallout from her accident, had she lost the respect of her protégé? These questions, with no real answers, bothered her, but her bladder was becoming more of a bother. As she passed another exit, she noticed the exit had no signs for places to stop, and in the light summer evening, all she could see was the exit ramp and a bridge that extended over the highway.
Nothing but trees lined the sides of the road and the breakdown lane was as thin as it could be. With her options seemingly limited, she would have time to explore her newfound interest in peeing, whether she wanted to or not.
45 minutes had passed and Mary-Ann’s discomfort had again turned into desperation. Her abdomen was tight. Her gut was extended with her bladder full of pee. She had been trying to focus on driving for the past 10 minutes but she ached for relief. Her desperation had mounted to the point where her driving speed had become inconsistent as her knees shifted to try and aid her muscles. Desperately she kept her eyes trained on the side of the highway, trying to will an exit or rest stop into existence. She had driven this route before. She knew it would be another twenty minuets on this highway before she could connect onto an interstate with rest areas and populated exits. She passed anther exit with just a single road leading into the woods. Time was moving slowly, and waves of desperation started to hit Mary-Ann harder. Despite her growing interest in pee, there was no way she was going to try it in her car. She could feel it though. A pressure built right up against her vaginal walls. After her experience this morning, Mary-Ann was seriously doubting her ability to hold on. She checked her SUV’s built-in GPS. Still another 17 minutes until she could start looking for a proper rest area. Mary-Ann bent forward as much as she could. Her seatbelt was pressing against her swollen bladder and only served to make matters worse. A cold shiver. A ping of pleasure. There it was again, Mary-Ann had to pee and yet she was aroused, horny, even. Taking her dominant hand off of the steering wheel, she rested her forearm over her crotch and dug her fist into her inner thigh. An unusual bid to relieve some of the pressure she felt, but it helped for a moment. Mary-Ann exhaled in exasperation. It was just like a workout at the gym, though she doubted the physical results would be as rewarding. Her breathing intensified, she looked at her estimated time on the GPS again. 15 minutes.
Should she let a little out? Would it help if she darkened her grey leggings? There was a devil on her shoulder telling her to. She thought of the bill to clean her seat. No. 13 minutes until her exit. She looked to the left. Trees and an open lane. She expected that, but her options were limited. She looked to the right, a field. She expected that too. But she was desperate; her legs shook inadvertently. 12 minutes. She took her SUV around the gentle bend. Mary-Ann was aware of how badly she had to pee. Panicking that she was about to flood her car. An idea; her gym water bottle. She looked in her back seat. Only to see her silver water bottle rolling behind her passenger seat. She made a move for it. Out of reach. The movement took her eyes off the road and she started to swerve into the breakdown lane. Once her SUV hit the rumble strips she put her eyes back on the road. The motion had pressed down on her bladder even harder and she swore she could feel wetness. She scanned her car again for options. The fast food water cup. It was large, so it had to be her best option. It was that or pee in her seat and wet herself again. She picked it up without taking her eyes off the road. The cup presented two problems. The ice had melted and refiled nearly a quarter of the cup, and Mary-Ann had no idea how she was supposed to pee into it. She figured that she should pull over, and she put her hazard lights on.
As Mary-Ann put the car in park, she whined in desperation, which had gotten worse since relief was close in theory. Undoing her seatbelt and taking the lid off of the cup was the obvious first step. She tried to position herself by moving in an awkward crouch, trying to slide her leggings off, but the movement sloshed the pee around inside her. She was met with pain from her weakening muscles and felt a spurt of pee rush into her panties. Huffing in exasperation and moaning in a desperate struggle, she wiggled her leggings down to her ankles. She could she a large dark patch on her pink panties. She wiggled those down to her knees as best she could. When the air of the car reached her exposed genitals, she couldn’t help but leak again. Just a little bit. Still slightly crouched, she placed the wide mouth of the cup against her bare skin.
Mary-Ann finally relaxed. Within seconds her SUV was filled with the sounds of urine splashing against plastic and water. Mary-Ann gave out a near orgasmic cry. Shivers and feelings of relief ran up from her peeing vagina up through her chest and body. As the cup filled it became heavy. For a moment though, Mary-Ann didn’t care; she just wanted to pee. It was warm, and the heat of her spray was felt through the cup and against her hand. She looked down, the cup was nearly full, and she was nowhere near done. There wasn’t much she could think of doing. But she had to find a way as her pee overflowed and began to run onto her seat.
“Oh no!” She exclaimed “Ah…I…I have…to stop.” She panted through her relief.
She tried to stop, and through much pain, she did. She removed the cup and put it on the car dashboard, her hand now covered in pee. She could feel it coming back and she jammed her-pee covered hand over her nude crotch. Only half-thinking she could only picture herself squatting to finish, and she unlocked her car door with her free hand. She remembered her leggings and her panties. She started to move but they restricted her and Mary-Ann was worried that she might trip exiting her high-ride vehicle. It didn’t matter now, it was too much for her to hold it anymore, and Mary-Ann started to pee into her hand. The warm liquid spurting through her fingers and onto her seat again. The surprise caused her to remove her hand. With an audible patter her stream was ruining her driver’s seat. Mary-Ann climbed out anyway, in an ungraceful waddle, peeing the entire time. It splattered her driver’s door and the exterior paint as her feet touched the ground. Now she stood, naked from the waist down, with her backside to the traffic with a long pee stream splattering the pavement below her. It didn’t take long for the rest of her bladder to empty itself onto the pavement, and as her stream had become a drip, Mary-Ann exhaled. Her swollen clit throbbed. She was wet, in more ways than one. A lone car sped by and honked as Mary-Ann started to pull up her wet panties and dry leggings. The wet fabric of her undergarments nearly sent her over the edge. She bit her lower lip and let out a moan.
Climbing back into her SUV, she took one last look at the puddle on the dry pavement. A small fraction of what had occurred in her car. Before she sat down, she grabbed her pee-filled cup and emptied it onto the pavement, increasing the size of her puddle. Mary-Ann put her cup back in her cupholder and sat back down without inspecting the damage. All of her urine had flowed to the back of her seat. It was a puddle, and it immediately soaked the butt of her leggings. They started to soak up the rouge liquid as it spread across her cheeks. The penetrating wetness of the now cool urine caused a new rush of feeling towards her wet pussy. An overflow of emotions came of Mary-Ann, she began to rock back and forth in her seat. She sighed, she moaned. She rubbed her awaiting snatch. Mary-Ann came. Soaking in her cold pee and new pleasant relief, she sunk back into her seat. As she did she felt a small leak wet her panties. Whether it was sex juices or pee, she didn’t know. But what Mary-Ann did know, was that she liked being wet and she liked pee |
A/N: This was one of my favorite scenes to write. Not much to add other than there is some slight plot movement here. This one is more focused on the scene itself. Let me know how I did! The next interlude will be posted on Saturday 10/16/21
Interlude 1.1:
The summer months had given way to the early fall, and a cool demeanor had begun to take over the weather. It had been 3 months after Mary-Ann’s desperate day had led to her self-discovery, and her workload had only increased in that time. She had begun to use wetting as a way to relax, a decompressor from the sometimes 10 and 12 hour workdays she had to put in. While she didn’t like to get so desperate that it hurt, she quite enjoyed the fullness of her bladder and often the end of her workday would entail her squirming at her desk, comfortably full. Sometimes she would stop by the toilet before she left, other times she would hold it until she got home. Once or twice a week Mary-Ann would throw on a pair of old panties or pants, hop into her shower, and purposefully wet herself. Though with her recent stress, it had often become 3 times a week. She loved it. Aside from the warm sensation, and the relief that came with the release, when she did it, she felt small. It was a private retreat, and one only she knew about. She finally had a Sunday to herself, or so she had it planned. As a landlord and business owner, no day was ever completely free, but as her mortgage company grew, so did her staff. She had asked them to be ready in case she needed to pass work onto them.
Mary-Ann recounted this to herself as she lay awake in bed. The sun had just started to peak out from the morning clouds. It was a day off, and she was going to enjoy it. Already planning on forgoing her morning pee, Mary-Ann just gazed out the window for a moment. One of her breasts had become exposed while she was sleeping and she gently played with it while she thought. Her mind jumped from topic to topic, as it often did in the morning, and she wanted to plan her wetting. She hadn’t ever planed her wettings before, but it’s how she wanted to enjoy her time alone. She briefly considered letting go in bed. But the cleanup and potential stains caused her to shoot that idea down.
Mary-Ann rolled out of bed and changed out of her nightly clothes. Replacing her black panties with green ones, she wanted a color that would really show. While they didn’t match, she put on a pair of dark grey sweatpants that remained comfortable, but still hugged her sharply form. Slipping on a bra, Mary-Ann topped off the lazy outfit with an old t-shirt and a baggy sweater. She filled her gym water bottle from the tap and as she walked out the door, she had a plan.
This early on a Sunday, the roads were peaceful. There was an occasional car or truck, but the church traffic hadn’t started yet and what would have normally been a thirty or forty minute drive to the coffee shop was going to be much shorter. This was essential, as Mary-Ann was still retaining her morning pee, and was starting to feel it resting in her abdomen. She loved it. Not that she loved it enough to be in real pain. As she continued to drink from her water bottle, she could see her favorite local coffee shop standing out inside its strip mall. She parked and walked inside. Hanna was working today, and as Mary-Ann walked up to the counter, she could see the shop was mostly empty. A patron here and there, and a few other workers were scattered about the shop. Hanna seemed happy to see her. She asked if Mary-Ann was getting her usual.
“No, I’d like an iced coffee today” As Mary-Ann explained her order, she felt more and more of her urine press on her genitals, and she unconsciously began to shift her weight from on foot to the other. As Hanna turned to prepare her order, Mary-Ann began to grab a little at her crotch. With her leg movements, her need might have been a little too obvious.
“Are you ok?” Hanna asked as she turned back around
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Mary-Ann said cheerfully and smiled back. Sure, she was being friendly, but she gleaned some excitement from obviously needing a toilet and denying herself an offered one.
“Are you sure?” Hanna asked again, clearly understanding Mary-Ann’s body language.
Mary-Ann affirmed again that she was ok, and while she stuck her credit card into the machine, she was still unsteady on her feet. She took her drink and left, leaving a curious Hanna behind.
Mary-Ann tightened her muscles as she headed back out to her car. While her need was certainly greater than when she started her journey, she was still deriding pleasure from her filling bladder. She took a few sips of her coffee as she put it in her cupholder. Knowing that it would go right through her, she decided to limit her intake until after she got back to her car.
The local park was just down the road from the coffee shop; a large complex, it had an open field for soccer and two baseball diamonds. A paved path encircled the entire open area and there were many dirt paths that led up the wooded hill. Mary-Ann saw a few cars in the parking lot, but much like the coffee shop, she knew she had picked a quiet day. Grabbing her sunglasses and stepping out bothered her bladder, which didn’t like the motion it took to climb out of her SUV, and her sudden desperation caused her to clutch herself briefly. It was nothing she couldn’t hold. Walking the paved path was good exercise, a substitute for the gym today. The lack of people, save for a few runners and a biker, gave Mary-Ann a chance to play with her now very full bladder. Putting her hand over her crotch to partly help her hold was invigorating. She was playing today, and the voice that told her to let some go won in her head. Still roughly a half mile to the dirt path she had in mind, Mary-Ann relaxed for a moment. While still walking, she felt a small dab of pee drop into her panties. It made her giddy just imagining how they looked.
Continuing down the paved path, a walker came by in the opposite direction. As they said hello to each other, Mary-Ann let go a longer stream of pee. Not enough to wet the front of her pants yet, but enough that her panties were now moist for two reasons. She felt such a rush, that person had no idea she was peeing as she greeted them. She was just another girl in sunglasses to them. She felt almost ticklish with excitement, it was a secret only she knew. Until she reached the first dirt path, Mary-Ann decided to hold it. With her anticipation mounting, she climbed the initially steep path.
She figured this was the less traveled path. The obvious bike tracks were a sign that not many walkers used this path. The banking of the incline was high on the left side, which led into the deeper woods. While there was no path there, Mary-Ann felt as though it would be harder to be seen if a biker passed by than someone walking. As she climbed the embankment, her wet panties pressed up against her sensitive clit and sent a shiver through her body. She couldn’t cum out here and she knew that, but it doesn’t mean that she wasn’t turned on. Navigating between small rocks, twigs and trees, she found a spot where she could still see the path but next to a large oak tree, she felt protected. Leaning against the tree with her left hand, she was all set to try something new.
Relaxing again was easy enough, recent practice and the fact that she had already let some go meant that even in public, with the risk of getting caught, Mary-Ann started to pee her pants. She propped her sunglasses up on her head to better observe her act; feeling a warm liquid spill into her sweats as she released. She bit down on right index finger to keep from calling out in pleasure. The dark grey fabric turned black around her crotch, and a wide streak began to run down the inseam of her right leg. Her heart began to race. She felt her butt cheeks start to soak in her pee and the back of her legs felt warm and wet as well. Unlike her times in the shower, she could strongly smell her urine. It was unpleasant and arousing at the same time, an olfactory reminder of her actions. The streaming pee ran down her left leg and much like her right one, and started to run into her sneakers and socks. Droplets formed at the cuffs of her sweatpants and a constant stream of them poured into her shoes.
Part of her wished there was a puddle. As her bladder was nearly empty, she looked underneath her. The leaves were wet from her flow breeching the crotch of her pants and splattering the morning ground, but unlike the ground that she splashed outside of her SUV on that fateful day, there was little evidence here. Just the same, Mary-Ann inspected the damage. She rubbed the backs of her legs. They were soaked. The contrast between the dark grey of her pants and the nearly black pee stain was much more noticeable that she had planned on. It was a little cold, but Mary-Ann removed her sweater and tied it around her waist. It drooped down and hopefully covered her backside. She admitted to herself how much more fun this was than just going in the shower. So long as she didn’t get caught.
Stepping back onto the dirt path, Mary-Ann looked down again. She could hear the squelching of her sneakers as she walked, and the soaked inseams of her sweatpants left little to the imagination. Anyone who would approach her from the front could tell what she had done. She picked up her pace, suddenly aware of the consequences of her deed. She could smell her pee wafting off of her soaked pants. As Mary-Ann hustled down the dirt path back onto the paved one, she couldn’t see anyone on the path yet. If she ran, maybe no one would notice. Mary-Ann began to jog, her breasts bouncing underneath her old t-shirt. The loud squelching of her sneakers caused her to look down again and she could see and outline of wet shoeprints on the pathway behind her.
One cyclist sped past her, going to fast to pay any attention to Mary-Ann’s wet pants. There was no one else on the pathway until she got closer to the parking lot. She could see her exit, her get-away from her endeavor. She slowed to a walk, her heart and her head pounding with excitement and exertion. As she rounded the corner back to the parking lot her heart skipped a beat. Tyler was walking into the park and noticed her immediately. Thinking quick, Mary-Ann bent over as though her shoe was untied. He walked over to her
“Mary-Ann! I didn’t know you work-out here.”
“Hey Tyler, just today, wanted something different.” Mary-Ann was hoping this conversation would be quick
“Thanks again for helping me out with some of those clients recently. I don’t know how many other loan officers could have gotten that done.”
“It’s no problem, complex deals are sometimes the most fun.” Mary-Ann was still bent over
“I still owe you. Could I take you out for a coffee, or swing by the office with a surprise for the team?”
Was he trying to ask her out? Or was he just trying to secure a business relationship? It was hard to decipher. She thought he was cute, she took a chance.
“Yeah, I’d like coffee sometime soon. You have my number, just give me a call.” Mary-Ann was still bent over, but she looked up as she said that, and the ruse was wearing thin.
“Is your leg alright, are you feeling ok?”
“Yeah, just ran a little too far. Shoe problems. Tired. You know.” She tried to smile and half-stand up in a last-ditch bid to keep her secret hidden. The now cold pee stained panties grabbed her genitals. She tried to end the conversation
“I’d really enjoy a coffee sometime with you. Don’t mean to be rude, but I do have to get going.”
“Yeah, I’ll…call you Tuesday.” His eyes darted to her pants. She tried to save face
“Looking forward to it, I really got to head out though.”
“Sure, sure I’ll um..” His eyes darted back to her pants “I’ll call you. Let me leave you to it.”
Tyler looked her in her eyes and smiled warmly. They were an inviting glance. Did he even notice what Mary-Ann had done? She fully stood up. Not having time to deliberate with herself, she smiled back and retreated to her SUV. She had learned from her $250 seat cleaning experience over the summer and now kept a towel in arms reach in her back seat. Retrieving it and setting it up on the driver’s seat, she sat down. She observed her wetted pants. She touched them. It felt so erotic. Taking a sip from her iced coffee, Mary-Ann smiled. She had pleasure and might have found love; yet the day was still young. |
A/N: I feel like the writing was a little janky here, but it still conveys the change in Mary-Ann's behavior well. Next update will be Tuesday 10/19/21
Interlude 1.2:
Her heart was beating so fast it felt like she could choke on it. Every muscle in Mary-Ann’s body was relaxed. The SUV was on, but she just sat back in her seat for a moment. It was so wrong, so taboo, and so hot. It was a new experience and a state she hadn’t expected to be in. Total satisfaction, until the end.
Mary-Ann started to drive back to her apartment, her wetting playing over and over again in her mind; it felt like everything about it was perfect until the end. She wanted to deny it, but she knew she caught Tyler looking at her pants. The inside of her legs were soaked, and the stain clearly started at her crotch, how could he have not seen it? Maybe he did and he wasn’t going to call her. Maybe he did and he would tell others. What if he did, and her business network found out about it? She imagined the jokes and the mockery
Don’t drink too much of that, might end up in your pants
Staying dry Mary-Ann?
Still, and even smaller part of her argued that he might of liked it. Maybe he found it sexy or maybe he felt sympathy. For all Tyler knew, she could have had a real accident while jogging. She chose to have confidence in the fact that he didn’t mention anything, it helped her enjoy her activity more. Still slightly buzzed from the experience, Mary-Ann tried to finish her coffee on the way back to her apartment.
By the time Mary-Ann was a block or so away, traffic in the other direction had picked up. She was thankful that she could still drive at a reasonable speed, her pee-soaked sweatpants had cooled back down, as well as her socks and she was feeling unreasonably cold. Once the gate read her pass, Mary-Ann reentered her apartment complex, aware that she’ll have to avoid being seen again. She parked in her designated spot. Two of her neighbors was standing outside, one with their leashed dog. The neighbors were engaged in some sort of argument- probably over the dog, and Mary-Ann decided to sit in her car and wait. It gave her time to finish her iced coffee, and she was well aware of its effects.
Mary-Ann watched the argument carry on for some time. The occasional hand waving and expressions were amusing to her. While it was a heated conversation, it never got to the point where anything explosive might have happened, but the delay had reignited her bladder. Accelerated by the caffeine running through her body, Mary-Ann almost wanted to let go again immediately. Thinking she would have more fun if she waited until she got back inside, she decided to hold a little bit.
Eventually the one of the neighbors gave the other the finger and the argument ceased for the moment as the other decided to walk away. This was the break Mary-Ann had been waiting for; she hadn’t had an iced coffee in months as she preferred to use the coffee machine at work, and when combined with the water that she enjoyed in the morning she was feeling her desperation rise much faster than she wanted. She swung herself out of her SUV, and with her sweater still flopping back and forth on the backside of her sweatpants, she dashed up the steps to her second floor apartment. As she ran up the steps, her shoes still squeaked with cold pee. Her wet socks slid in her sneakers. If she was a little braver, she might have released more pee in front of her door, but she didn’t want her neighbors to see her or have to worry about her puddle on the concrete. Unlocking the door, Mary-Ann hustled inside.
As soon as she got inside, she kicked her sneakers off and tried to peel her soaked soaks off. They were nearly stuck and hard to get off, even harder when Mary-Ann’s need was one million times greater than it was even just a few moments ago. Past the point when many would have tried to find a restroom and as Mary-Ann lifted her leg to get her other sock off, it was getting to the point where she would normally decide to find a restroom or wet herself. Keeping her leg suspended, she tried peeling off her sock with one hand and holding her crotch with the other. She wobbled, unstable in this balancing act, but anticipating her coming release. Removing her final sock, she turned and rushed into the bathroom, clutching herself the entire way. Without a second thought she was standing in her shower.
Still keeping her hand cupped around her privates, Mary-Ann peed her pants again. A puddle began to form and spread, her clear urine splattering, smacking and splashing the shower tile. It rushed for the drain and soon her bathroom was filled with the sound of her urine flowing into her shower pipes. Rather than remove her hand like usual, she decided to warm up her hand as pee flowed through the slits in her fingers. This time, her pee stain took a much wider angle around her hand, creating a new darkened color on her thighs. It eventually connected with the old stains on the inseams of her well-used sweatpants. Her streaming pee warmed her chilled body as it ran down her legs. It felt like someone was spraying her lower half with a shower head. Her toes enjoyed the runoff. A much stronger steam, this experience died down quicker than her public release, and was over just as quickly as it had begun.
Mary-Ann’s first experience with what she would later come to know as rapid desperation excited and scared her. She could blame the iced coffee for some of it, but did her morning hold have anything to do with it? What about her finished water bottle; did that combined with the coffee cause her to be just as desperate as she had been just an hour before? It was the sudden nature that frightened her, a slow build up she could understand and manage, but this was different. It was certainly fun on a day where she was planning to pee her pants, but had this been at work, she would have had a rerun of her first real accident.
It was now that Mary-Ann realized she never untied her sweater from her waist. In her determination and anticipation to get inside and wet herself, she never considered it. She undid the knot now, and what was supposed to protect her wet legs from becoming a public spectacle had now been coated in pee from her second wetting. She tossed it out of her shower. Removing her t-shirt and bra, she tossed them over her sweater in the same pile. Mary-Ann decided to keep her sweat pants on for a while. She would use the shower to wash the pee out while she wore them. Stretching her now pee-heavy sweatpants Mary-Ann pulled up her green panties to examine her work. Save for a small horizon on the front, her green panties had grown dark; soaked through with her pee. Turning on the shower, she planned the rest of her day. |
A/N: In the final interlude before the next chapter, we get introduced to a group of important characters going forward, as well as my personal favorite scene. Consealed desperation, obvious desperation, light wetting, its all in these 2K words. Next update will be posted on 10/21/2021
Interlude 1.3
“Hey Girl!”
Karenna excitedly got up front her seat and gave her old friend a platonic hug. She hadn’t seen Nia in nearly five years. Standing at an impressive 6 feet tall, Karenna’s head hardly reached Nia’s mid-section. Nia received the embrace warmly, and Karenna walked her over to their table. Normally, Caffè di Terra Bagnata would have been packed for a Sunday brunch, but the current renovations had taken nearly three quarters of the floor space up.
“Sarah, Cassie.” Karena made a hand gesture, as if presenting Nia “My best friend and superstar Nia Armstrong”
Sarah smiled welcomingly “Superstar? In what field?”
“I pla-“ Karenna cut her off out of excitement
“She’s only the forward for the Springfield Bombshells! She was like, the best player on our high school basketball team. Nia would get 20 points a game easy, and all these rebounds too!”
Karenna excitedly gave anecdotes about Nia’s high school achievements, which gave Nia a chance to study the table. She feared her white blouse and black jeans were too casual. Karenna’s red dress and Sarah’s button down blouse and business slacks gave a much more professional look to both ladies.
“…like that time when you outscored the entire other team by yourself.” Karenna was still rambling
“Oh, it was so long ago, it’s not like I’m Supergirl. Besides, that was high school- everyone does well in sports at that point.”
This elicited a laugh from Sarah and Karenna. Karenna immediately retorted “Well if they’re you, of course, remember when I tried out freshman year?”
Nia laughed, remembering the spectacle that Karenna had embarrassingly put on. She told the group the whole story, the missed shots, the wild passes, everything. The waitress broke the conversation to take orders. Karenna had already finished her first glass and ordered a second along with some wine, and on her recommendation, Nia did the same. When everyone had ordered, she took the opportunity to change the subject.
“I’ve got to say, I’m a little worried that I’m under dressed here, you all look so fantastic”
“No, you’re fine, brunch is meant to be a little casual, we’re just here to make friends.” Sarah was the first to speak this time.
“And I’m sure they don’t have the nerve to say anything anyway. Not with all of this up” Sarah motioned to the large construction sheets and supplies taking up much of the back half of the restaurant.
The unkempt nature of a construction site contrasting with the wonderful view of the bay. The waitress came back with a bottle of wine for the table. Each of the ladies except Cassie filled their glasses.
“So do you all work together, or how did you meet?” Nia was genuinely curious
Karenna was the first to respond “When you told me you were thinking about buying some real estate around here, I thought it would be a nice way to introduce you to the best title attorney in the state and catch up. Sarah has a ton of experience and Cassie I believe is shadowing her today. Is that right?”
For the first time, Cassie spoke up. “In a way, I’m looking to get into the real estate field in some way, and Sarah invited me here.”
Nia nodded in affirmation and sipped her wine. The group of ladies moved their conversation towards business, discussing what areas were currently booming, and asking both general and specific questions.
Despite the fact the Karenna had not quite finished a year in business, she felt confident enough to keep pace and even answer some questions herself. Working her mind and her new skills in real estate helped keep her mind off of her filling bladder. Though Karenna wasn’t doing much to help her coming problem; her indulgence on her glass of wine had taken half of a glass, and as the waitress brought her meal to the table, she had a third refill of her water. Nia wasn’t far behind her, having finished her first water and was enjoying her wine. She steered the conversation back towards real estate.
“So, I was listening to the Steven Warner podcast on the way over here, he was kind of downplaying a lot of the development around here. Should I be looking more towards the suburbs or rural areas?”
“I like Warner, I’m even going to his event next month, but he’s completely wrong. I mean, look around. This was a rundown waterfront. That- that was a burnt-out factory just a decade ago” Sarah pointed to the construction site out the side windows of the restaurant.
“Oh, I was interested in going to that event,” Karenna was starting to squirm in her seat. “Who’s speaking there this year?”
“The list is sort of up in the air, one of the speakers had to drop out for COIVD reasons. I hope they pick a good replacement.”
There was another lull in the conversation as the group started to eat, the sounds of conversation had been replaced with the clinking of silverware. Both Nia and Karenna finished their wine, Karenna slowing down her water intake as she crossed her legs under the table. The ache of her bladder becoming more acute. Between bites, she reminisced with Nia and told stories to the group to keep her mind off of her need.
The food was excellent, but the chance to catch up with an old friend was even better. As Karenna was waiting for the others to finish, she started bouncing her legs, fidgeting in an attempt to relive some of the pressure in her abdomen. She thought to herself that it would be rude to get up and go; to interrupt their conversation just for her need. She would wit until another one of them went.
At least one of them has to go too right?
Another few minutes past and except for few slices of toast that Sarah refused to eat, very little was left. The girls were quiet for a moment, satisfied. Nia stood up
“This was fun, but I gotta pee”
Karenna jumped at her opportunity. It was easier to make her need known with someone else prompting her. She stood up, as rush of pain flew into her bladder, she briefly bent forward in a flash. She could feel it in her back.
“I have to go too, no idea where the bathrooms are in this place though”
“They’re right around the corner here” Sarah pointed around the construction.
Karenna smiled her gratitude and the two friends ventured off to find the restroom. Nearly immediately they found a bar, with warning signs labeled wet paint all over the place. The smell of fresh paint was nearly enough to make Karenna gag. Their waitress was standing by the bar, chatting with another employee. Nia walked up to her, and the other employee excused himself from the conversation.
“Sorry to bother you, but where are the bathrooms?” Nia asked
Their waitress looked disappointed “They’re being renovated right now, I’d let you in if I could but the water’s off in there.”
“Oh. Where do you go then, could we use it real fast?” Karenna saw Nia’s desperation for the first time, as the tall women bounced her knees briefly. The waitress still sounded dejected
“I wish I knew where we could go, trust me. I’ve been looking for an answer all morning.” As if encouraged by Nia’s action, Karenna noticed the stocking-clad leg of their waitress shaking ever so slightly. The poor woman must have been trying to stay composed.
“Can we get the check then, like super quick?” Nia smiled out of a little embarrassment, knowing she was admitting how urgent her need was.
“Sure thing, one check or separate?”
“One” Nia turned to a surprised Karenna “I’ll get it, don’t worry”
Their waitress started to walk over to a computer behind the bar. Karenna and Nia headed back to the table.
“You picked up the whole thing? I’m sure we could have split that”
“To be honest Kar, if I have to wait for a split check and everyone to take time paying, I might not make it.” Nia giggled nervously
“This is worse than that time after the basketball game”
The two laughed, recalling one of the pivotal moments of their friendship. They returned to the table, giggling like schoolgirls. Cassie asked sarcastically
“Did you two get lost? We were worried you were going to stiff us”
“No I’m actually picking this all up.” Nia said, offended by Cassie’s comment. “Bathrooms are down for renovation.”
Sarah shot Cassie a glance, obviously unhappy with her comment, but said nothing. Nia broke the silence again as she and Karenna sat down
“One thing I don’t like about all of this real estate is the construction.” She pointed out the window “You know I had to park up that hill.”
Sarah took the conversation into a wider one about the benefits of construction and the economy. Karenna knew why Nia had really brought it up, and at this point, she wasn’t she if she would make it either. Their waitress came by with the check, and as the other women continued to chit-chat Karenna was silent. She was just focusing on holding her very full bladder. Under the table cloth, her hand was jammed into the crotch of her short dress, her fingers wedged right up against her womanhood. She had scooted off the chair just a little bit, pressing the edge of her chair against her privates to assist as well. Desperately, she looked at Nia, as if she could somehow help her. All the other girl was doing was preening her hair. A pretty hairstyle, a combination of braids and dreadlocks, Karenna was jealous that her friend had something to distract herself with.
The check finally came back, and as Nia was signing off on the receipt, Karenna was tense, every muscle on edge hoping to find respite somewhere. The other 3 stood and gave awkward handshakes and Nia even gave Sarah a light hug. Karenna pretended to look for something in her small purse; she was trying to figure out how to stand without losing control all over the floor. As Sarah and Cassie exited, Nia stayed, waiting for her friend.
“Can you like hurry up a little?” Nia asked desperately. She still showed few visible signs of desperation.
“Mmph…sorry.” Karenna started to rise “Just in the same boat as you”
“I could tell. You were kicking me under the table.” The two started to walk out the door.
“You don’t think they noticed, did you?” Karenna asked while slightly hunched over.
Nia held the door open for her. Karenna felt like she was carrying 100 pounds on her back, and her abdomen was tight, nearly pulling on her torso. Nia asked her where she parked, She pointed up the hill. The restaurant had been built on an old pier, and the main road was up a paved incline. The pier had a number of buildings that were just starting to be remodeled or built. The pair walked slowly, Karenna wasn’t sure if Nia was just being supportive, or just as desperate as she was.
The incline stood before Karenna, a daunting obstacle in her state. Her mind flashed back to her experience with Mary-Ann. Was this her time now? The fear of losing it in front of her old friend was the only thing keeping her water and wine in her bladder. Feeling slightly better, willing to defy her own body, Karenna took a step towards the slope. Suddenly, Nia stopped in her tracks. She collapsed her knees together and shot her hand into her crotch. She took short deep breaths. Nia held this position for a few seconds, then grabbed Karenna’s wrist with her free hand.
“I have to find a place to piss. Right now.”
“The restrooms are closed, I don-“
“That building.” Nia interrupted her and pointed to the frame of a building, just behind the restaurant.
Her hands clenching into fists, Nia let go of Karenna and started to walk at a brisk pace towards the wooden frames, and Karenna walked as fast as she could behind her.
“What if someone sees us?”
“Don’t care about that right now.”
Karenna reached the dumpster just after Nia, who had just gotten her belt undone. The tall black women had just gotten her jeans past her thighs, and to Karenna, it looked like she had already started going when a hard stream of clear piss shot out of her. Nia had obviously gone commando, and despite her unkempt bush hiding her snatch, the fast and hard pee stream was obvious. Nia reached up and grabbed the top of the dumpster to keep from falling over a she fell into a squat. Her urine smacked the pavement with a force so great, the sound must have been heard around the entire complex.
Karenna knew what her bladder was going to do. Her need always increased tenfold when she could hear another woman easing herself. Thinking quickly, she dropped her purse and reached under her dress. She pulled her red panties to the side. She listened to Nia’s strong stream. Standing right where she was, she felt her own need press against her gentles. Rather than fight it as she had been, she relaxed into it. First, just a brief spray fell out of her. Then a weak stream started down her leg before quickly turning into a spray that matched Nia’s.
Hearing the new sound Nia looked up from her own rapidly growing puddle to see Karenna standing with her legs slightly apart, her own pee splashing on her thighs.
“What happened to the shy Karenna that I used to know?”
“Hey, I didn’t really have a choice here!”
The two girls looked at each other and both sighed before breaking into a nervous laugh, both exposed in broad daylight, piss streaming out of them. Their puddles, though starting from very different spots, still created trickles that met near the shell of a building. They formed their own third puddle as more liquid traveled towards the meeting spot.
While Nia’s stream was starting to weaken, Karenna was still standing, watching her stream splash into her huge puddle. Three glasses of water and another glass of wine had filled her faster than anything she could remember. Nia had finished peeing, and grabbed a package of disposable tissues from her purse. She dried her soaked pubic hair and Karenna saw her trying to dry the inside of her jeans.
“It’s a good thing those are black” She teased Nia
“I told you I had to find a place to pee.” Nia dropped her used tissue into her puddle. She slid her jeans back over her round, incredibly fit ass. Grimacing at the cool wetness around her crotch “I had like 30 seconds. Better than the alternative” She walked over to Karenna, who was still dripping.
“At least you did better than my boss.” Nia was about to press the issue when Karenna’s phone rang.
“Speaking of which” Karenna picked up the phone.
She spoke to Mary-Ann. Nia could only listen bits and pieces of their conversation, but Karenna sounded excited. She agreed to something, the whole time keeping her panties pulled aside though she had long since finished peeing. Or so Nia thought. While still speaking with Mary-Ann, Karenna released another few seconds of pee into her puddle. The new stream caused more to splatter on Karenna’s ankles. Finishing, she turned back to Nia and mimed asking for a tissue to wipe with as well. Nia gave her one; Karenna cleaned and slid her panties back over herself. The two of them started to make their way back towards the parking lot on top of the hill. Eventually, Karenna’s conversation ended. She excitedly spoke to Nia.
“You’re not going to believe this!”
“She didn’t fire you, did she?”
“No! She just got invited to Steven Warner’s event, they want to have her as the replacement speaker! They’re flying her out in two weeks. And she asked me to go with her!”
Nia gave Karenna a hug.
“This is so awesome! I’m so happy for you!”
The two had reached their cars, carrying on a conversation about Karenna’s experience working for Mary-Ann. As they were about to leave, Nia remembered another question.
“You said I did better than your boss. What did you mean by that?”
Karenna looked a little embarrassed. “Well, I shouldn’t be telling you this, but a few months ago…” |
A/N: The start of the most important Chapter both story wise, and in terms of omorashi content. Except for 3.1 and 3.3 Nearly every section will feature wetting over peeing, or a combo of the two. As stated above, feel free to add requests for scenes, which I am happy to do in the "interlude" sections. So long as I am comfortable with said scenario. The next update will be live 10/23/2021
Chapter 3.1: Jericho
Today was the day. The day before Mary-Ann would speak in front of ten thousand people; it would be her story, her accomplishments. Her triumph. She was proud, she was nervous, she was happy, she was scared. As she lay awake, just moments before her alarm rang, she almost didn’t believe this was happening. When prompted by her ringing alarm, Mary-Ann rose from her bed and turned on the lights. Stumbling around her packed suitcase, she made her way to the bathroom. It was a mess; Mary-Ann had been wetting nearly every evening over the past week. Her anticipation and nervousness would have ruined her sleep and weighed on her mind in the past, but now she would melt it all away after work. She’d hold and squirm all afternoon, only to come home, throw on an old outfit, hop in the shower, and go in her panties. The victims of last night’s escapade still hung from the shower door.
As Mary-Ann sat on the toilet for her morning pee, she wished she could have another wetting before her talk. But sharing a hotel room with Karenna would make it too awkward; not to mention socially unacceptable. Having a legitimate accident is one thing, doing so on purpose was quite another. Mary-Ann was thankful that Karenna had been so forgiving, but to ask her to forgive something so deliberate was to a bridge Mary-Ann wasn’t willing to cross. With an anxiety filled sigh, Mary-Ann released her bladder into the toilet.
It was a curious stream, Mary-Ann could hear it pouring out of her, but two separate rivulets had made their way to her butt cheeks. As she peed, they dripped off of her. It tickled a little. A clear pee, Mary-Ann’s holding did have the side-effect of nearly constant clear urine. Though she hadn’t woken up desperate, her morning stream was quite strong. Though certainly not as exciting as one of her planned wettings, she still appreciated the relief. Mary-Ann watched her pee stream start to end and could feel her bladder deflating back to its normal position. Empty, she started her shower and was ready for her flight towards the next chapter in her life.
The drive to the airport was uneventful, the early morning had little to no traffic except around the airport. Despite requiring an early wake up, Mary-Ann could take solace in the fact that she had beaten the sun up. She was going to meet Karenna at the entrance, and wondered if she would beat her young counterpart to the airport as well.
Mary-Ann was only partially right. Finding a place to park wasn’t difficult, but the walk to the “departures” entrance was much longer than she expected; especially when lugging a cumbersome suitcase, carry-on and her purse with her. By the time she got to the crosswalk, she was glad that she worked-out on a regular basis. She had pack a number of different outfits, for restaurant-wear, for beachwear, her outfit for her talk, casual-wear, she had an outfit or two for nearly everything she expected to do over the four day trip. Not to mention her make-up and toiletries. Looking around, she could see no sign of Karenna. The young women was typically prompt, and Mary-Ann was briefly concerned. She looked at the clock on her phone. She was early. Laughing at herself for forgetting the fact that she set her car clock fifteen minuets ahead to ensure that she’s always early, Mary-Ann sat on a bench and waited.
Karenna was used to early mornings. Not that it made them any easier, but she yawned as she exited her parked car. Grabbing her backpack out of the backseat, part of her questioned if she had brought enough for the four days. She assumed that traveling light would be the best and if it wasn’t for their planned trip to the beach, she certainly wouldn’t have packed her swimsuit. She was to tired to care at this point- she had stayed up too late packing, but dressing in red tracksuit pants and a sweater didn’t exactly make her feel ready to attack the day. She felt even less ready when she saw Mary-Ann waiting for her at the entrance; her boss looked sharp, with her blonde hair down and her casual jean skirt, which worked well with her striped shirt. The two gave each other a friendly hug and walked into airport.
The two ladies checked their bags and made light conversation through security. The lines were longer than one would think at such an early hour of the morning, but the security agents made short work of the mess of people. Karenna wasn’t a fan of the rigmarole that she was subjected to but it only took a few moments before she and Mary-Ann were through security and walking to their gate. With nearly an hour before their flight, the pair decided to get breakfast. While certainly not a classy meal, it would get the job done. Sitting down at the gate, Mary-Ann asked
“Have you ever flown before?”
“Once, when I was eight or so. If we went anywhere my grandpa would drive us usually.” Karenna sipped her orange juice
“I applied to be a stewardess. Thought it would be fun, you know? See the world, get paid for it and all, but they need their own schooling and I certainly didn’t have time for that in my early twenties.” Mary-Ann was just finishing her water as she finished her sentence.
“I think you did alright boss.” Karenna smiled without showing teeth
“Thanks. And I appreciate the respect but you don’t have to address me as boss. We’re basically equals. In fact, I might be putting someone under you. Sarah recommended her; said you met her. Her name’s Cassie.”
“She went to brunch with us a few weeks ago. Seems like she says the wrong things at the wrong time though, I don’t know if she could really be cut out for this.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Mary-Ann paused as Karenna finished her orange juice. She got up to throw it out Mary-Ann continued “Sarah also mentioned that she’d be here, she’s going to meet up with us after my talk and have dinner with us afterword’s.”
“So that’s why you brought me along, you didn’t want to have to spend a whole evening with her.
Mary-Ann smiled- amused at Karenna’s sense of humor “She’s not that bad. Just not as funny as you.”
“She’s just always been cold with me. The conversation felt like deadweight at brunch. I mean, she didn’t add anything.”
“It’s just the way she carries herself. Her family is very wealthy, she said something about descending from Persian aristocracy or oil money from somewhere over there.” Mary-Ann shrugged “Maybe you could loosen her up”
Karenna raised an eyebrow “What do you mean?”
Mary-Ann was taken aback. “What do you think I mean? Tell some jokes, a good story.” She paused again “You might want to grab some sleep on the plane.”
“I think you’re right.
“Speaking of which, we’re about to board soon” Mary-Ann stood up and the two walked towards the gate.
The two women talked off and on throughout boarding on the plane and taking their seats. An uneventful fight ensued, and neither of the two business women stayed awake. Mary-Ann awoke near the end of the flight, her mouth felt as though it was filed with cotton. She was lucky enough to catch the stewardess on her final round and grabbed a water for herself and an extra for the still sleeping Karenna. As she regained her wits about her, she couldn’t help but notice a slight fullness in her bladder, undoubtably filling from her breakfast. It wouldn’t be a long ride to the resort, and Mary-Ann was sure she could wait.
As the plane was landing, the stewardess was sure to wake up Karenna. In a bad mood from being awoken so unnecessarily she downed the water Mary-Ann had given her in silence. The pair departed the plane as soon as they were able too and Karenna tossed the empty water bottle into a trash can as the two made their way to baggage claim. As the two stood at the luggage carousel, Karenna started to feel her bladder.
“How long of a ride is it to the hotel?”
“Not more than fifteen minutes or so. I can ask the driver when we get to them though.”
“Driver?”
“Yeah, Warner’s people paid for airport transportation and everything. We’ll get our bags here and then find them, they should be holding a sign.”
The two were silent for a moment as they watched an assortment of bags start to trickle in. Karenna broke the silence first.
“I could use a shower or at least change into something more presentable when we get there.”
“I’m pretty hungry, but yeah, we’ll stop at the room, drop our things and you can change before we hit a restaurant. Plus it’ll be good to go up to the room first; I kinda have to pee.” Mary-Ann shifted her weight from one leg to the other as she said this.
Karenna was about to make a comment about Mary-Ann’s accident but thought better of it. With an acute pressure building in her own bladder, she was just happy to have an excuse to pee without being the one to bring it up. Still slightly groggy, Karenna brought up another concern.
“I really don’t want to have to walk anywhere though. Are you sure we can’t just order room service or something?”
Mary-Ann laughed as she grabbed her bag off of the carousel
“One day in and you’re already trying to spend my money?” Smiling she continued “We won’t have to walk that far. It’s a resort and casino, they’ve got more restaurants inside than we do in town. We’ll find a place”
Karenna nodded and finally saw her bag make it’s way down the carousel towards her. Taking her bag, the two walked outside. The first thing that Karenna noticed was the heat. While not debilitating, she had gotten used to the nice brisk air and the dry climate she was in now certainly didn’t recognize fall. Any temporary discomfort she felt was whisked away when she saw the sleek black luxury SUV and the handsome driver. He held a sign the read Adimari; Mary-Ann’s last name. He greeted the two women and took their bags. Traffic leaving the airport was slow, and Karenna fiddled with one of the complementary water bottles. She wasn’t terribly thirsty, but undoing the cap and taking a drink gave her something to do in the temporary silence. It must have taken ten or so minuets to reach the intersection at the airport entrance. Leaning forward Mary-Ann asked their driver
“How far out are we?”
“Oh, not too far.” He pointed to a large building towering over a downtown. “It’s that one right there. You wouldn’t think that a resort would have worked all the way out here, but I guess that’s why the family that owns it is worth a billion dollars.”
“Thanks, but how much longer until we’re there?” Mary-Ann looked at Karenna and smiled nervously, subtly putting one leg over the over.
“Shouldn’t be more than fifteen minutes. Traffic usually cooperates.”
Karenna shifted in her own seat. This was good news, while she could no longer completely ignore her filling bladder, fifteen minuets were more than bearable.
For Mary-Ann, her hold was still comfortable. The pressure against her privates produced a tingling sensation akin to a fine spice on the tongue. She stared out the window at the people on the sidewalk, part of her wondered if any of them would recognize her. With so little notice, was she even on any of the promotional material? They had asked for a headshot and her permission to use it but that didn’t mean that she would be on every billboard in town. Still, like everyone else in the world, she wondered what fame would be like. And what would they think of her secret? She looked over to Karenna and noticed the black woman’s hand suspiciously lording over her crotch.
“You feeling ok?”
Karenna turned away from the window
“Fine.” She looked a little confused “Why do you ask?”
“You seem quiet is all.”
“Just thinking.”
“Anything you want to share?”
“Yeah, when my friend Nia was in town, I had one chance to really reconnect with her. Show her how much I’ve made of myself. But, I introduced her to Sarah, and she brought along some trainee with a mouth. I think that was a mistake.”
Mary-Ann thought for a moment, legs still crossed, urine comfortably sitting in her bladder.
“Who else could you have introduced Nia to?”
“Well, you.”
“Wouldn’t that be redundant? You’re the expert in that conversation, what would I have added to the meeting?” Mary-Ann was hoping she could lead Karenna to an answer, rather than just tell her.
“I just think your personality would go along well with hers.”
Karenna wasn’t quite getting the lesson “But from a business perspective, you’re adding value by inviting someone else who can add to the conversation. She’s got plenty of experience- are you sure you don’t just have some personal animosity?”
Karenna wasn’t sure. “Maybe. Just something about her I guess.”
“You’ll get to liking her. We’ll see her tomorrow.”
The two were quiet for the rest of the short trip. Karenna was glad; while she wasn’t nearly as desperate as she had been with Nia, which she was sure to omit in her conversation with Mary-Ann, she was intent on getting to the bathroom first. Without an option to just let go like she did with Nia, Karenna knew she had to go badly enough that her bladder might just betray her.
The entrance to the hotel was just as grand as its stature among the other downtown buildings. An opulent building, it stretched miles into the air, unlike any hotel Karenna had ever seen. The carpark was filled with high end luxury cars and the cobbled roads gave the entire complex a feeling of decadence. The interior was just as grand, with a massive chandelier illuminating the many different paths. According to the signs on the walls, the farthest hall led to an open conference room, the one Mary-Ann would soon be speaking in. To her right, a massive open area that led to stores, restaurants and even a botanical garden. To her left; a casino. It was the only way to get to the elevators and had a much lower ceiling that the rest of the opulent buildings. Karenna couldn’t even hear Mary-Ann checking-in over the sound of the machines, begging you to spend money on them. The space was much darker than the rest of the resort as well, the primary source of light was beaming from the screens of the many different betting games. It was a nice distraction for Karenna, she knew no one was pay attention to her thighs that were closed tightly. She did notice Mary-Ann had not uncrossed her legs behind the counter.
Mary-Ann was playing with herself. Not in the way she would have for the first 26 years of her life, that would be undignified. She was pressing the edge of the counter into her swelling bladder, enjoying the small jolts of pain and pleasure she received back. Had she been alone, she would have turned this day into a wetting, but as she turned back towards the elevators, she knew she couldn’t.
“Floor 32. Warner really put us up.” As Mary-Ann spoke, she couldn’t help but notice Karenna’s thighs no-so-subtlety clenched. No way she was holding intentionally, right?
“Restaurants that way, casino that way, bathrooms too if you need one.”
Karenna nodded and thanked Mary-Ann for the observations she had already made. When the two entered the elevator, they shared with a group of business professionals. A moment of awkward silence ensued. One of the men spoke up.
“Is your name Mary-Ann?”
She turned to look at the portly middle-aged man.
“Yes, that’s me.” She smiled pleasantly at him
“You’ve done a great job, I wish I knew at your age what you know. Looking forward to your talk.”
Mary-Ann thanked the man and turned back towards the elevator doors. It wasn’t a few more moments until the elevator reached their floor. Giving her goodbyes to the group, the pair of women exited the elevator into a large windowed hallway. The detail in the ceiling was just as impeccable. As Mary-Ann lead the way, Karenna spoke up
“Look at you, famous and all”
“I don’t feel like I’m ready for it.” Mary-Ann stopped at the door farthest down the hallway, just before it cornered with a windowless hallway. She waived the keycard in front of the heavy door.
“But even famous people need to pee.” Mary-Ann said as she stepped into the large open living area. Karenna followed
“Um…speaking of that, could I go first?”
“Oh, I won’t be that long. Sorry, been holding it since the we were on the plane.” Mary-Ann lifted her luggage onto one of the two beds.
Karenna grimaced as Mary-Ann locked the bathroom door behind her; it was adjacent to their bedroom. This wasn’t like her situation with Nia, where she could use the sound and sight of another woman pissing to her advantage. As she tossed her backpack onto the free bed, she held her crotch tight and prepared to battle with her bladder.
The first thing Mary-Ann noticed was the size of the bathroom. It was nearly as big as the one in her apartment. She admired the size of the shower and the free soap as she pulled down her panties. Her fun for the day over, she bid farewell to her slight desperation and watched a flow of urine leave her privates. Mary-Ann made a gentle moan as pleasure radiated from her emptying bladder. The wetness of her pee was gentle against her bare skin. As the toilet water met her water, it began to discolor, turning a light yellow. Continuing her release, Mary-Ann wondered anyone in that elevator had any idea that she had to pee. The thought excited her as her stream began to weaken.
The sound was unbearable. Karenna could hear her through the door. While the young professional had her hand jammed in and against her womanhood, she was unable to stop listening to her boss pee. Her desperation now beyond what she thought she could handle, and Karenna was worried. She knew this about herself, why didn’t she do something about it? Why couldn’t she wait like everyone else? What made her bladder want to release along with another girl’s? She cursed her sympathetic bladder. She could focus on unpacking. With her free hand, she grabbed a shirt and attempted to put it away. As she turned to put it back in her side of the dresser, the movement caused her to inadvertently leak. She hated the fact that she could hear Mary-Ann peeing. She tossed the shirt into the dresser and removed her hand from her groin. She covered her ears to stop the torture. By removing her hands, she removed her protection. This time a longer spirt made its way out. She was out of time. Shoving both hands back into her crotch; the only logical thing she could think of, was to beg. Waddling to the door, she rapped on the door with her knuckles.
“Mary-Ann…could you please hurry…I…I’m…” She felt her panties warming. She was losing the battle
Mary-Ann heard her, the poor labored voice. She had no idea Karenna was that desperate. While not quite done herself, she wasn’t about to delay her agonized colleague. Mary-Ann squeezed her muscles tight, stopping her flow.
“Just a second.” Mary-Ann stood up and cleaned herself quickly, using only one square
Out of a force of habit, she unlocked the door. Karenna nearly took her arm off as she flung the door open. As Mary-Ann prepared to wash her hands, Karenna whipped down her track pants and started the most forceful pee Mary-Ann had ever witnessed outside of her own.
The relief of making it and the satisfaction of her easing muscles forced Karenna to moan. Out loud, over her hissing slit she noted
“Oh man…I had to piss so bad!” Her closed eyes and ample spray confirmed it
“I’m sorry.” Mary-Ann turned off the tap “I had no idea it was that bad.”
Karenna leaned back, the jet of desperately held pee overlapping with Mary-Ann’s. She didn’t pee nearly as long as Mary-Ann did, and as her boss gingerly and apologetically walked out of the bathroom, she was starting to finish. She exhaled deeply. Karenna had thought for a moment that she wasn’t going to make it. As her forceful stream started to trickle and drip, she surveyed the damage. Her pants were still dry from what she could see, but her purple panties were dark in the crotch. How could she hide this from Mary-Ann? As she debated with herself she felt another urge as she always did and released another few seconds of pee into the well-filled toilet bowl. Now finished, she wadded up her toilet paper and flushed. Thinking quickly she dropped her pants and panties. Tossing the soiled underwear into a corner, she pulled her pants back up. Mary-Ann was observing the living area. Karenna spoke first.
“Thanks boss. I was worried there for a second.”
“I told you, you shouldn’t have to call me that anymore.”
“Yeah.” Karenna shrugged. “But it’s your nickname now, whether you want it or not.”
Looking away, Mary-Ann smiled. Nicknames were for friends.
Edited October 22, 2021 by knockonthedoor
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A/N: This has to be my Magnum opus. A long scene, it not only includes 3 peeing scenes, but 2 wetting scenes as well. If you are not into humiliation or beration, the ending could be a little off putting. But I assure you it is not only important story-wise, it doesn't last long. Plus it was fun to write. I know this came late but I was not expecting this part of the story to take so long. Next update will be either 10/26/2021 or 10/27/2021 depending on IRL work schedule. Others have also gotten their requests in for special scenes/scenarios during the interlude, so if you have an idea, be sure to let me know!
Chapter 3.2: The First Day of the Rest of Their Lives
Karenna awoke to the sound of an unlocking door. The room was dark, and for a moment, she didn’t remember where she was. Red light pierced the dark room; she looked at the alarm clock. It was around 9 o’clock in the morning. In a rush, Karenna rolled out of the spacious bed and flung open the heavy curtains. The natural light nearly blinded her and the heat from the intense sun was immediately present on the expansive windows. Mary-Ann was already up, her bed an unkempt mess; one that was clearly slept in. Yawning, Karenna grabbed the same red track pants she had worn on the plane- she wasn’t about to greet her boss in panties.
Mary-Ann was reading at the moderately sized table in the center of the living area. The large windows gave plenty of light and the morning sun bounced off of the small balcony. As the door to their bedroom opened, Mary-Ann took a break from reading.
“Jet-lag get to you?”
“The what?”
“Whenever you fly long distances, it can get you. Makes me sleep way to long.”
Karenna nodded, still half asleep. She yawned again. Mary-Ann spoke again
“I’m just glad you didn’t sleep too long. Can’t go this whole trip without working.”
Karenna blinked in an attempt to adjust to the light “Just don’t expect a full day out of me. Is there any coffee in here?”
“Not from what I could tell. But there’s a chain on the other side of the casino. If you’re going to get it, I’d go for it now. It made me have to pee like a racehorse this morning, and I doubt the venue’s going to have readily available bathrooms.” Mary-Ann of course was omitting the fact that she had held her morning pee until after she had gotten her coffee to the room and finished it.
“They don’t have bathroom’s in the conference hall?” Karenna was worried
“No, I’m sure they do. But a thousand or more people in one space is hard to plan for. I’m sure there’ll be a wait.”
Karenna nodded, unsure of how to add to the conversation. Mary-Ann thought of a funny anecdote.
“I’m actually surprised you didn’t wake up when I rushed in there. I was all ready to apologize when I came out and you didn’t even budge.” Mary-Ann smiled, anticipating a laugh from Karenna. It disappeared when the latter nodded again.
Karenna was unsure how to respond, more to herself than to Mary-Ann. The thought of her boss being so desperate again. The image of Mary-Ann’s wet pantyhose those few months ago weaseled its way into her minds eye. She could see the dark wet patch on her boss’s skirt again. The way her piss had turned one of her legs nearly-see through; while just smaller patches ran down her other leg. She felt the way she felt that day. Strange. Karenna wasn’t sure what she felt but it wasn’t disgust or even a humorous memory. It was different than all the rest. In the absence of knowing her own emotions she chose to run. Run away from this topic. She changed the subject, she pointed to Mary-Ann’s book.
“What are you reading? Looks interesting.” Karenna didn’t mind reading, but she wanted her mind off of what ever emotions she could feel.
“It’s a book on psychology. It is interesting, but a little dry.”
“Shouldn’t you be prepping for your talk?” Karenna still couldn’t get her mind to forget about Mary-Ann’s mishap
“It’s more of an interview-style talk. I think he’ll just through me some softballs. I’m more worried about the amount of people that’ll be watching me than the questions he’ll be asking.”
“You’ll do fine boss. You have a way with words.”
Mary-Ann smiled without taking her eyes off of her book.
“You know, I doubt I’d be here without your support.” She turned her head towards Karenna “I’d say you were a pretty good first hire.”
Karenna thanked her, and Mary-Ann reminded her that she needed to get ready soon so that she could get into her professional clothes for her talk. Despite the friendly banter, Karenna certainly didn’t want to make her late, nor did she like being late herself. Even on vacation. Showering was a good idea, especially because it gave Karenna a chance to relieve herself of her morning pee.
Karenna walked back into their room and grabbed her clothes for the day from her backpack. A pair of light grey panties were going to be hidden beneath her tight kaki pants. They were her favorite dress pants. Not only did they hug her legs tightly, but the back pockets gave them an edge over most women’s clothing. She topped off the outfit with a white blouse and a navy blue sport coat. Grabbing the entire concoction, Karenna made her way into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. Her pants were soon draped around her ankles and she sat her bare bottom down on the porcelain.
While she wasn’t desperate by any means, it didn’t take much for her to start peeing. A short yellow stream sprung out from her womanhood, saturating her dark skin and yellowing the water below her. The only sound that she could hear was the splashing of the bowl below her. As she felt it begin to end, her stream instead broke into a second weaker dribble that tickled her more sensitive skin. Eventually her yellow pee subsided and Karenna got up to turn on the shower. Sliding out of her shirt she was now fully nude as she sat back down on the toilet. She always had an extra second or two of piss that she needed to expel after her initial release. Sometimes it was immediate, and sometimes she had to wait for an extra moment. As the room warmed from the heat of the shower, Karenna started to warm her genitals with her second stream. It wasn’t more than a quick splash into the bowl and a number of drops that escaped her.
The shower water was warm as she shut the door behind her. It drowned out the flushing of the toilet. As Karenna washed her pussy with the running water, she wondered about her second stream that always followed her first. She thought about her sympathetic bladder, how she could stand the sound of another woman peeing. However, these thoughts didn’t last long, against her wishes her mind wandered back to Mary-Ann. Maybe her boss had those same problems. Karenna pushed the thought away. It came back. She tried to distract herself by lathering her body in soap. No luck. She remembered cleaning her boss’s rug. Her mind went back to those same thoughts. What would it feel like to piss herself? More importantly, what did it look like while Mary-Ann was peeing her pantyhose. Absent mindedly, Karenna was sensually playing with her breast. What if the roles were reversed? She imagined Mary-Ann yelling at her, berating her, then comforting her. She was aroused, her soft genitals now moist with lust. She stopped. Those thoughts, her boss. It was too dirty. Mary-Ann would never know how much she meant to Karenna; how badly the young woman wanted to be like her. Karenna shouldn’t think of her that way.
Mary-Ann was trying to focus on reading. While she hadn’t had all that much to drink since this morning’s hold, she was keeping in whatever hadn’t been released in her desperate morning rush. While it was still just as comfortable as any of her other holds the running water wasn’t helping. Mary-Ann looked at her watch. It was quarter after 10. Karenna had been in there for an hour, surely she’d be done soon. So Mary-Ann sat for a little while longer, her hand occasionally protecting her crotch. She was comfortably holding her pee.
By the time Karenna had cut the water off it was just over half past 10. Another fifteen minuets had passed and not only was Mary-Ann hoping that she could find a moment to relieve the pressure she felt, but it was nearly time for her to show up backstage. She put the book down on the table, no longer interested in reading. Preening her white dress pants she exhaled into a growing anxiety. Public speaking, little preparation, and a growing desperation were a terrible combination that was brewing for Mary-Ann. She stood up and began to pace. Partly to distract herself from her desperation and partly to ease her growing anxiety. She checked her watch again. She had to be backstage in just ten minutes. If she didn’t say something now, she knew she would regret it. Walking back into their room she turned and knocked on the bathroom door.
“Hey, I’ve got to leave in 10. Any chance I could get in there soon?”
Karenna unlocked the door and pushed it a bit to open it. She was dressed and finishing her makeup.
“I’m going to be a bit longer than 10. Are you comfortable if I look the other way boss?” Karenna had her own motivations
Mary-Ann thought for a moment. She would either have to get herself back stage, prepped with a microphone and hope that she could find a way to relieve herself or she could get over any temporary embarrassment and relive herself near Karenna. She was reassured by the thought that it couldn’t be any worse than what Karenna had already seen. Mary-Ann opened the door the rest of the way.
In front of the toilet she pulled at her zipper. Nothing. She tugged again. Nothing. She grabbed it with her fingers and pulled again. Nothing still. The strain of pulling on her zipper caused her to grunt and her exertions were obvious.
“Karenna.” She paused, it was a little awkward “My zipper’s stuck. Could you help?”
Karenna was still adjusting her makeup when she stopped. “Uhm...yeah. Sure”
Mary-Ann tried to lighten to situation. She said warmly “Not in the job description, I know.”
Karenna turned and bent forward, grabbing at her boss’s zipper. She felt those feelings again. Cringing at herself internally she jimmied her boss’s zipper. As she played with the jammed fastener, she couldn’t help but brush up against Mary-Ann’s lady parts. Just a graze or a sweep- she was just working the zipper, after all. Pressing against the teeth of the zipper she finally tugged the fastener free. She wasn’t sure what caused the issue.
Mary-Ann thanked her as she pulled down her pants. She had pink panties on, and Karenna could see that she shaved. Before Mary-Ann pulled them down she asked
“Could I have a little privacy please? I don’t mind if you need to finish your make-up, but it’d help if you didn’t stare.”
“Right. Sorry.” Karenna had gotten lost in thought. Mary-Ann was going to pee in front of her, unknowingly playing into Karenna’s shower fantasy. The black woman would have to be cool. Once Mary-Ann started, she was afraid of getting wet in another way. Thinking quickly, she started the hair dryer. She was going to have to do so anyway.
As the noise of the hairdryer reverberated off of the bathroom walls, Mary-Ann released the hold on her second pee of the day. She couldn’t hear her urine leave her body, but as she felt the pressure from her bladder exercise itself, she couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling. Not wanting to look at Karenna anyway, she looked downwards, observing her stream. It was strong and clear, her reward for leading a healthy lifestyle. As her bladder deflated, she looked at her watch. She still had time to make it backstage, a benefit of having the venue inside the hotel. As she finished up, she contracted her muscles again to make sure she was empty, and briefly renewed her strong stream. It only lasted a few seconds before dying back down. The same powerful force that had expelled the rest of her morning coffee and water was now just a trickle. Refreshed, Mary-Ann dried herself with a square of toilet paper and flushed. Standing, she pulled her panties and pants back over herself.
“Sorry it had to be that awkward Karenna. But thanks for helping me with this zipper.” She gestured towards her pants. “Truth be told, I’d rather not have had to run to a production assistant or something.”
Karenna could hardly hear her over the hair dryer but let Mary-Ann know it wasn’t a big deal. She suppressed her actual thoughts on the subject. More for her sake than Mary-Ann’s. Continuing the one-way conversation Mary-Ann said
“I’ve got to go down and get ready. You’ve got about two hours before I’m on stage, do you need anything before I go?”
Karenna shook her head, and wished Mary-Ann good luck. Her boss made her way out of the room while Karenna turned off the hair dryer to let her hair dry the rest of the way naturally and started to finish her make-up. After applying a touch of her light red lipstick, she was ready to finally eat. One of the hotel restaurants would do just fine.
It was a pain to manipulate her way through the crowds. Shoving through people entering and exiting through the same four grand door was indicative of the crowded venue. The auditorium was as opulent as the rest of the resort, and the massive room surrounded the stage with seating on nearly every side. Mary-Ann couldn’t help but notice that there was just two wash closets on either side of the room with the lines stretching at least twenty people deep. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction that she had made the right choice in going before she got here. Stepping down the staired aisleway she gave her credentials to the security guard at the bottom of the amphitheater seats.
Karenna found the entire place a bizarre maze of people. Like shopping on black Friday, it was as if every family or group at the resort had decided to eat or attend the event at the same time. She checked her phone. She still had about an hour before she needed to be there. Maneuvering her way towards the complex of restaurants wasn’t easy. She had to moving in the same direction as the pool area, and the wide hallways were slow moving. After passing the doors to access the pool, she made her way to a large circular area that housed nearly any eatery that one could desire. Large enough to require two floors, the entire area felt like it was heated by the glass ceiling that let the nearly-afternoon sun bare down on it. The center fountain and faux-fauna gave the entire space an air of sophistication that was missing from the casino side. Karenna chose a bistro that seemed a little less crowded that the rest of the restaurants. She was told her wait wouldn’t be that long.
The workers backstage were very friendly to Mary-Ann. The microphone fit snuggly on her grey pinstripe blouse. Unless you were looking for it, you wouldn’t be able to see it. She was nearly alone in the makeshift common area. A few production assistants, security guards and showrunners were scattered about. Others were more interested in the food table. A Surprisingly enough she heard a new voice greet her by name.
“Mary-Ann, your reputation proceeds you. So glad you could make it.” Steven Warner extended his hand.
“Well, when someone asks you to come speak at an event like this, you don’t turn them down. And I wasn’t about to show up late.” Mary-Ann was hoping that cam off as a complement.
Warner smiled like a used car salesman. Now off stage, his Kentucky drawl was much more pronounced. He asked her if she had tried any of the food, motioning to the tables. Having just gotten finished setting up, Mary-Ann told him that she had not. He continued
“Feel free to pick at anything you like. Champagne is there if you need to calm your nerves of celebrate a job well done. Your plus one, or family is also welcome back here.”
“I’m not so sure Champagne is for calming the nerves.” Mary-Ann gave a perplexed look. “But thanks, I’ll bring some people down beforehand.”
“I’m more game for bourbon myself, but nonetheless, I know this can be stressful. I have all the confidence in you that you’ll be fine.” He pointed to his forehead “But the mind is a fickle and funny thing Ms. Adimari.” He pointed towards her “Don’t let it trick you now.”
“I know who I am. I know I deserve to be here Mr. Warner.” She was trying to sound confident, but instead sounded incensed.
Warner spoke to her gently “If I didn’t think you were ready I wouldn’t have invited you. We have quite a few young people in the audience today, and I just know their going to be inspired by you. You’re an inspiring person Mary-Ann.”
Mary-Ann nodded and smiled. For someone who dressed like a car salesmen and spoke like a southern politician, he certainly knew how to make you feel important. Before she could say a word he continued
“Now, when we get out there, I like to present things as friendly. I intend to give you a professional hug, but I don’t want you thinking I’m being fresh now. Is that alright with you?”
“Sure. You didn’t need to ask- I trust you.”
“I don’t need to, but I want to. I would hope my daughters would get the same treatment.”
Mary-Ann couldn’t help but appreciate the gentleman. He excused himself to get back on stage. As he was leaving, Mary-Ann received a text from Sarah. The two chatted about Mary-Ann’s newfound respect for Warner and decided that Sarah was going to meet her backstage just before Mary-Ann went on. Grabbing a water bottle from the table Mary-Ann tried to mentally prepare herself.
“Would you care for another orange juice miss?”
“No, thanks, a water will do just fine.” Karenna finally felt normal again and was enjoying the time to herself. Though eating outside the restaurant in a railed off area almost made her feel like she was in a food court, the fake plants provided some shelter from the main foot traffic. Her breakfast was one of the best meals she may have ever had. Everything had been prepared just the way she liked it, and once she added a dash of extra salt it had every flavor she wanted. Though it had made her thirsty, and the cute water was bringing her second water over. Aside from finishing her orange juice, Karenna still felt like she needed an extra kick. She had passed a small coffee kiosk on the way to the rotunda, and planned to make a visit after breakfast.
With just fifteen minutes to go before she got on stage, Mary-Ann wondered where Sarah and Karenna were or if the two had even met up. She sent a group text to both of them. Karenna was the first to respond
In a line just out front. Be there soon.
Mary-Ann understood what she meant and after finishing another bottle of water she hoped her bladder wouldn’t give her any trouble. She wasn’t even that thirsty, but it was something to occupy her mind. Her phone pinged her with another text. Sarah this time
Just coming to the doors now, I’ll meet Karenna first and head your way.
Mary-Ann started to pace backstage. There wasn’t much to think about now.
Karenna’s hand was getting cold. Her iced coffee was a well-received pick-me-up, but her 2 glasses of water and a glass of orange juice were starting to work on her bladder. While not desperate by any means. Karenna was not about to suffer during Mary-Ann’s talk. The line was long though, Karenna was hoping to meet Mary-Ann before she went on stage, but that was becoming less and less likely as the movement was slow. As she drank from her plastic coffee cup she felt a presence behind her. Turning around, she saw Sarah, extending her hand to shake Karenna’s. As the two shook hands, Karenna met her almond eyes, staring back at them with her own. Sarah’s styled, shoulder-length black hair looked nearly perfect. It was quite the accent to her tight blue dress which showed her massive D-cup breasts. Sarah spoke directly, hardly showing her perfect teeth.
“Mary-Ann sent us both a text, did you get it?”
“Yeah, I just needed a break first.”
“That can wait, neither of us want to be laggards. C’mon” Without waiting for Karenna’s response she started to walk towards the entrance, expecting Mary-Ann’s understudy to follow. Taking one last glance at the line, Karenna obliged.
Sarah outpaced her the entire way though the crowd. With people starting to take their seats, Karenna had to maneuver her way towards the stairs in the furthest isle. It wasn’t until they reached the security guard at the lowest level that she was able to catch up.
“We’re with Mary-Ann.”
“Sorry, can’t let you through on that.”
Karenna felt annoyed. She wasn’t even going to be let through, nor could she now get back in line before the start of Mary-Ann’s talk.
“It’s alright, they’re with me.”
She heard Mary-Ann call to the security guard as she was walking over to them, obviously in a time crunch. When the security guard let them through, Mary-Ann gave Sarah a quick platonic hug. She smiled at Karenna. Sarah congratulated Mary-Ann on her accomplishment and the trio walked back stage. Mary-Ann introduced them to some of the people working the technical pieces and equipment. They were all busy, but Mary-Ann had made friends fast. Showing her tendencies as a lawyer, Sarah eyed the Champagne and hurried over to the pre-filled glasses. Mary-Ann turned to Karenna
“See, she’s not so bad. Did you two have a chance to chat?”
“Yeah for about 2 seconds. All she did was drag me away from the bathroom.” Karenna finished her iced coffee
“It’s not like we had a ton of time, you’ll warm up to her, I promise.”
Sarah returned with three glass, each bubbling in a celebratory manner. She handed one to Mary-Ann and Karenna. Raising her own glass in a small toast she proclaimed
“Here’s to the first day of the rest of your life Mary-Ann. May we all grow to enjoy it.”
Karenna nearly threw up as the carbonation ran down her throat. Not only was the drink bitter, but the lack of sugar that came with most wines was off putting. She stomached it for the rest of the group though.
“Why is that stuff used for toasts? It has to be the worst thing ever.” Mary-Ann’s face showed her displeasure.
Sarah seemed unfazed “There’s nothing wrong with tradition.” She put her hand on Mary-Ann shoulder
“Now go out there and show the world who you are.”
Mary-Ann smiled as Sarah and Karenna left to take their seats. She ascended the stairs behind the stage backdrop. Eying the program director, she waited for a cue from the older woman. As the butterflies in her stomach fluttered about, time seemed to stand still. She stood, hearing the muffled voices and booming microphones. Warner was starting his introduction. A story, fictionalized or not it was a nice anecdote to describe Mary-Ann’s career. The program director looked over. Mary-Ann nodded. Fear, stress, anxiety; all of those distractions had to be put away now. It was showtime. As her name was broadcast over the microphones, she stepped out on stage. A blaze of colors and hype music followed her. Warner gave her his hug. All of her worry was at the back of her mind. She chose to attack the situation. Sitting down however, she felt like her bladder was going to make its presence known. The water and Champagne mix was an unpleasant one. Lucky, she had an audience to talk to.
The first twenty minutes or so went by quickly. The energy that was broadcast through the music and lights made Mary-Ann’s entrance and her opening answers that much more engaging. Karenna knew her well, but Mary-Ann’s early life was fascinating. It was like watching an idol, she seemed larger than life. But time also reminded her that her last visit to the bathroom was over two hours ago, and while that wouldn’t have been a problem if she had been drinking normally, the drinks she had downed had been processed. Her bladder was reminding her that at this point in its fullness, she normally would have voided it at this point. But this wasn’t a normal day. Karenna shifted in her seat, hoping her boss was having a better time.
Until now Mary-Ann had been enjoying herself. She spoke in platitudes about hard work and related them to her life story. While the questions were not difficult, they had been introspective. She could feel the audience hanging on her words. But Mary-Ann knew that none of them were aware that she had to pee. Not Warner, not those who were backstage, not even her colleagues. The pure naughtiness of it nearly made her wet for another reason. She was smart, composed, and invigorating on the outside. But inside she could feel her bladder kicking against her muscles. Though these thoughts were usually enough for her to sustain a long hold, the champagne had not been so kind. Rather than just the water pressing on her abdomen, Mary-Ann could start to feel pain at the sides of the same area. Normally this was her cue to either find a bathroom or wet herself, whichever she had in mind. But as she discreetly folded one leg over the other in her chair, she had neither in mind.
“About how long has it been?” Karenna leaned over and whispered to Sarah.
“A little rude, aren’t you?” Sarah’s face proved her indignation
“No, its not that.” Karenna wasn’t about to tell her how bad she had to piss. Even if it was Sarah’s fault. “I…I’m just uncomfortable in these chairs. Bad knee” She lied
“You’re too young for that. Here; rub your knuckles against your back. Right here.” Sarah demonstrated the motion
Karenna followed the motion, but as she pressed into her back it was as thought she had pushed her water forward. She cringed and shot her body forward. Rubbing her thighs together in an odd attempt to repel her advancing urine. Having not gotten an answer from Sarah, she checked her phone. The hour was just past halfway. Karenna clenched her thighs together and pressed her womanhood into the edge of the seat. As she was putting her phone into her back pocket, Sarah scolded
“Put that away. At least pretend you’re paying attention.”
Karenna could only mumble an apology. Fear now gripped the young black woman.
As Mary-Ann finished her answer to a question, she couldn’t help but shift and cross her legs in another way. She felt bloated; heavy even, and she had no idea how long she had been talking. She felt as though her energy had dropped, as she was now focused almost entirely on holding back her floodwaters. Part of her wondered if she would be as desperate if she could use her hands to hold herself, but there was no way she was about to do that in front of one thousand or more people. As she prayed that her pelvic exercises would save her, she squeezed and contracted her walls in hopes that they could do the trick. She was sure her tight pants were showing off these contractions. But she was confident they were hidden.
“…Do you have any thoughts on that.” Warner was trying to lead her in a response to a question she hadn’t been paying attention to.
Mary-Ann took a sip from her water and pretended to be contemplative.
“You know Steven. That’s a great question. This is what I call a teachable moment in my office. You don’t always have to answer right away. Do you remember the old sales trick, ‘sell me this pen’?”
Steven nodded
“That exercise is about the question, not the answer, isn’t it?”
“And this is how you built your real estate portfolio over the past three years?”
“Everything is a sale, I don’t care what it is. You always have to sell, how do you do that, and how well you do that will determine your success. You ask questions.” She paused for effect. “The wisest person always asks the most questions, isn’t that right?” As she motioned to the crowd, and uproar and applause rocked the room.
“Did you write that down?” Sarah whispered over to Karenna
Karenna was too busy shoving both hands into her crotch and rocking back and forth into her seat to have heard what Mary-Ann said. She half mumbled a reply. Having lost track of time, Karenna’s mind could only concentrate on one thing and that was not releasing her pee. Of all the times she had been desperate in her life, she couldn’t think of one that was worse. It hurt. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. I really have to pee. The same two phrases dominated Karenna’s mind. Desperately, she checked her phone for the time. It should almost be over. She waited; trying to be the good understudy that she was. Trying to do what Sarah wanted. She stayed seated for another moment. Was it two minutes? One? Five? She didn’t know anymore. She couldn’t take it. Legs still crossed, she gingerly stood up. Sarah grabbed her wrist.
“What do you think you’re doing? You think Mary-Ann would walk out on you like that?”
Karenna wasn’t going to hide it any more. She stood pretzel legged, both hands hugged her crotch. She spoke in a labored voice, the strain was great.
“Please. I. Have. To. Pee. So bad right now. It won’t be too-“ Sarah cut her off. Her tone aggressive and annoyed
“You don’t think I’m in the same boat? Start acting like the woman of stature that you are. Sit down and hold it.”
“I…I don’t think I can sit. I…I might lose…it.” Karenna could feel the heat rush into her face. Admitting her need was bad enough. Admitting she was about to piss her pants was even worse.
“Look, I don’t ca-“ Sarah was cut off by cheers and applause. A recorded voice boomed over the load speaker announcing Mary-Ann’s name again and asking for another applause for her. The crowd was more than happy to whistle and express their emotions. Sarah stood, still holding Karenna by the wrist, as she walked the two of them up the aisle.
As Mary-Ann hustled backstage, she stole a moment to hold herself. She continued to move down the steps and towards the back of the stage, her hand holding her lady parts. Hoping no one would be paying attention to her, her hopes were dashed when the same production assistant that had signaled for her to go on stage called to her.
“Hey Mary-Ann, we’re going to need that mic!”
Mary-Ann had forgotten her lapel. Thankfully she hadn’t said anything off-color or the entire crowd would know. As the assistant caught up with her, the other woman switched off Mary-Ann’s microphone, hitting Mary-Ann with her ponytail in the process. The woman was moving fast. Jokingly she said
“You’re not trying to steal from us, are you now?”
Nervously she chuckled at the bad joke. She asked a more pertinent question
“Is there like a private bathroom we can use back here?”
“No. Trust me I wish. Try going the whole day without one- I don’t have any time for it myself.”
Clearly happy to have someone to sympathize with, the other woman started to show more signs of desperation. As she unclipped Mary-Ann’s pack from her pocket, she crossed her legs and bounced a little.
“I’m sorry, I thought they would at least have a porta-potty or something.” Now more comfortable with being open with this women, Mary-Ann clutched herself again.
“This resort has zero bathrooms.” Before walking off she added “I might have to piss into my heels.” She pointed towards a side door “Oh, and stars go through there so they don’t get mobbed. Especially if you’re needed to get back to your room.”
The point was vague, and as Mary-Ann surveyed the backstage area, she tapped her own heel in desperation. The seats were propped up by a cement wall. It only stretched out in a half circle, so when Mary-Ann did finally spot the door on the side of the seating support, she couldn’t wait to run over to it. Instantly recognizing her, the guard unlocked the door for her. It was clearly a service area. But it was only dimly lit. Mary-Ann was seriously considering squatting on the floor when she heard a voice.
“Excuse me miss? The exits up here.” A security guard in plain view stood at the top of an incline.
Happy to have decided not to drop her pants and squat right in front of this man, Mary-Ann walked up the short incline.
“Where you headed?”
“Back to my room, trying not to get mobbed by a thousand people.” And I really have to pee! She thought to herself
“Warner’s people go this way.” He pointed towards a series of brightly lit hallways. Thanking the man, Mary-Ann dashed off down the halls.
They were not nearly as opulent as the rest of the resort, but they clearly served a purpose. Sound equipment, sound engineers, and camera operators were all huddled in different rooms. Making sure there machine were running at peak efficiency. Removing her hand from her crotch and attempting to look dignified, Mary-Ann asked
“Where’s the exit?”
“Straight ahead, you can’t miss it Brings you out near the food court.”
As she thanked the man, she thanked her luck. Outside the venue seating was sure to have a bathroom with a shorter line.
It didn’t take her long to reach the exit. She opened the door without many people noticing or caring who she was. At the moment, Mary-Ann didn’t care either. Now was her chance to relieve herself and then find Sarah and Karenna. It wasn’t a moment after she finished the thought that she got a call from Sarah. She had to pick it up.
“Hey, where are you?”
“Just outside the doors, I was about to head up the room before I got noticed.” She lied
“Hang on, we’ll come to you.”
Karenna couldn’t stand up straight. At least Sarah had released her wrist as soon as the had gotten into crowd, but Karenna’s slowing movement held the two back. Keeping her eyes focused on the blue dress that Sarah was waiting help Karenna, in a hunched over state, to wade her way through the throngs of people. She wasn’t even sure where they were going. Out the doors. Progress. Karenna saw the bathroom lines, she had to make it back the room, there was no chance she could last in one of those lines. Spotting Sarah’s blue dress again, she tried to stand up as straight as her swollen abdomen would allow. Her bladder felt like a rock. Sarah was walking towards a small crowd of people, and Karenna was walking as fast as she could to catch up.
As Mary-Ann was trying to shake hands and thank the small number of people that had begun to surround her, she saw Sarah in her blue dress walking towards her. The lawyer pushed her way through the crowd, drawing eyes from some of the men. Mary-Ann hadn’t spotted Karenna. Sarah gave her a quick hug and started to dissipate the crowd. Her legs still bouncing in an effort to keep her urine in, Mary-Ann asked
“Where’s Karenna? Wasn’t she with you? She was just a moment ago. She may have ducked o- there she is.” Sarah pointed to a limping black women in khakis. Worried for her protégé, Mary-Ann sped-walked up to her.
“Hey, Karenna, you don’t look so great, are you ok?”
She looked up at Mary-Ann, her eyes wide. Nearly pleading with her boss. She stopped near Mary-Ann and instantly shot her hands into her crotch. Mary-Ann knew what was wrong.
“I have to. Piss. Really badly.” Karenna’s voice labored over every word.
To both Mary-Ann and Karenna’s surprise, Mary-Ann put her own situation bluntly “Me too. Let’s get upstairs, and fast.”
Sarah made a face, though Karenna couldn’t make out whether or not she was upset at the crude language or the fact that Karenna was unabashedly holding herself in the middle of a resort. Karenna didn’t care. So long as she could walk, she was confident she would make it. As the trio approached the elevators, that confidence began to wane. Every step had begun to send pain down her entire spine. Karenna could only feel agony in her desire to hold it. As the three waited for the elevators, there wasn’t much Karenna could do to ease the worst pain she had felt in recent memory. However, she felt as though one wrong move would be the most embarrassing mistake of her life. They didn’t have wait long for the elevator, but in that time all she could do was pretzel her legs and lower her body into a quasi-squat. It hurt. It hurt badly. The ding of the elevator was a call from an Angel. What luck she had today- it was one just for them. Sarah first, then Mary-Ann walked into the opulent space. Karenna hobbled her way through. As the door closed Sarah spoke
“You two were quite the spectacle.”
Karenna hurt too much to respond. She hurt too much to even notice Mary-Ann’s own dance. The latter spoke up
“I doubt anyone noticed. And right now, I don’t care if anyone does notice.” She put her hand on Karenna’s back. Her muscles were all at attention, tight and stiff.
“You’re going to make it. It’s going to be alright. You’re strong, we’re almost there.” Mary-Ann could feel Karenna trembling. Her body was warm and clammy to the touch.
Karenna could only manage a loud exhale. She sucked her breath in. She told herself that she was not about to lose it here. Not now. But it hurt. The elevator was reaching floor 32. Maybe if she just let a little out, she could make it the rest of the way.
Mary-Ann was desperate. But he only concern right now was for Karenna. The poor woman was staring down the elevator number. She looked towards Mary-Ann, her brown eyes told the whole story. Fear, anguish and pain were all on display. Mary-Ann heard her take air in- as though she was shocked. Like a whispered yelp, Karenna turned her gaze towards Mary-Ann. A plea.
Looking down Mary-Ann could see a dark patch forming on the crotch of the young woman’s khakis. The tan pants showed everything. Karenna was only making noise in syllables. Clutching the spreading darkness, it seemed to stop as it reached her right leg. The elevator dinged. They were on the right floor.
Karenna couldn’t believe how good that felt. Once she felt it going down her leg she had done her best to stop it. As the doors opened her wet panties and damp crotch taunted her. She could be relieved from this torture if she would only let go. Defying herself, she didn’t. Sarah held the door. Mary-Ann dashed out, hands cupping her own privates. Karenna could hardly walk, her tired muscles now had a taste of relief. Sarah stepped out. Karenna followed down the hallway.
Mary-Ann swiped the keycard and Sarah was about to hold the door when Karenna mustered her strength for one final appeal.
“I…can’t…I won’t m-make i-it. The bathroom…the corner…please Sarah.” Karenna pointed around the next hallway where there was an extra restroom for the floor’s guests.
Sarah closed the door to their room and led the desperate Karenna around the corner without saying a word.
Mary-Ann ran passed the living area and through their bedroom. She threw open the bathroom door and saw her salvation. Quickly lifting the seat, she felt a dripple escape her privates and begin to wet her panties. She went to unzip her pants. Stuck. She jimmied them again. Stuck. As a streak of pee began to run down Mary-Ann’s leg as she let go of her jammed zipper. To no one in particular she called out
“Screw this.”
Kicking off her heels, she jumped into the shower behind her, and relaxed. Not caring about the consequences, Mary-Ann started to pee in her dress pants. Moaning in relief and filled with the joy of her secret naughty pleasure, she closed her eyes. She could feel it warming her legs. It was running through her panties and splattering the shower floor with a loud, distinctive smack. She was used to it, but the fact that she figured Sarah and Karenna were right outside the door made it even more pleasurable. Leaning against the shower wall, Mary-Ann reopened her eyes. She saw a massive wet patch on her crotch which then had two destructive flows down each leg. Her pee was making her white pants see through, and the color of her pink panties was obvious to anyone with eyes. She could feel the flowing urine wetting the backs of her legs as well, which met with her pee that had moved down her thighs. They both met at the cuffs of her pant legs and created a flow over each foot. Her puddle was quickly draining out of the shower. Even as she was finishing adding to it, Mary-Ann began to rub at her crotch, spreading the remaining pee stream around her entire nether region. She had mostly finished soiling her dress pants, but couldn’t help snaking a hand down the front of the ruined pants to play with herself. She was now incredibly horny.
Karenna could see the bathroom door. Her legs were shaking against her own wishes. Every muscle wanted to relax, the devil on her shoulder wanted her to just give up. But she couldn’t. Mary-Ann’s words rang through her head. You’re going to make it. Your strong. Sarah held the light swinging door for her. Shambling her way inside, the perfect white tile accented the three blue stalls. There was a counter. It had 3 skinks. Starting to feel dizzy. Lightheaded. Sarah ran into an open stall. Karenna needed support. The counter. She grabbed it with all her might. She watched Sarah’s heels under the stall. They danced. They clicked in front of the toilet. She tuned around. Karenna couldn’t move. It was over she knew what was coming. She closed her eyes out of exhaustion.
“Are you ok?” She hadn’t even noticed the very thin 18 or 19 year old at the farthest sink. She weakly responded
“I…I’m f-fine…I just ne-need…I” Karenna stopped.
She heard it. A loud hiss emanated from Sarah’s stall. The sound of the water. It was too much. Karenna’s bladder gave one final push. She finished her sentence.
“ahh…I’m pissing myself.”
It came out slowly. A lowly trickle when compared to the noise Sarah’s was making, but it was wetting Karenna’s panties. As a thin dark streak ran down her tan pants, the other girl finally saw what was going on
“Yooo, are you serious right now?”
Karenna could only respond in moans of relief. She thought about stopping when the streak of urine had reached her kneecaps, but the pleasure was too much. Though it was hard to hear over Sarah’s, Karenna could swear she heard a dull hiss emanating from her own crotch. The seat of her pants felt warm, and as she began to soak the backs of her legs, the stream down the inseam of her pants had started to reach her feet. Without much speed, her flowing piss did not create a puddle underneath Karenna. Rather, as it poured over her feet and into her flats, it waterlogged them, and poured out onto the tile floor. A shiver ran down the length of Karenna’s spine. Her leg began to twitch at the warmth and relief from holding it for so long. As her pussy continued to pass warm pee into her panties, Karenna became acutely aware of her finally deflating bladder. She could only exhale as she fully let go, and though her stream wasn’t releasing any faster, Karenna certainly wasn’t pretending that she was going to stop anytime soon.
As Sarah dried her wet tuff of public hair, she dropped her final toilet paper square into the bowl and flushed. Sighing at the relief of finally letting go, she pulled her panties back up and her dress back down. As she exited the stall, her litigious brain was not prepared for the scene she faced.
A very thin younger girl, no older than 20 was snickering and repeating to herself the phrase “Oh my God.” Hearing Sarah open the stall she turned her head, with her backwards-facing ballcap and laughingly proclaimed
“This chick is seriously pissing herself!” She pointed “Look at that!”
Almost not wanting to accept what her eyes were telling her, Sarah saw Karenna standing in an expanding puddle. Her hand was still nominally over her crotch, but her once tan khakis were now a dark shade as clear liquid ran down her thighs. Karenna had her head down and her face away from whoever was watching as the other woman gawked again
“I wish my phone was charged; oh man, friends are not going to believe this!”
“Well get out of here and go tell them then.” Sarah motioned for the door.
The woman looked confused. She wanted to stay and watch the spectacle. But nonetheless, she complied, calling Karenna gross on her way out. Sarah assessed the situation
“Are you done?”
Karenna grimaced “Almost.”
“Then stop and go into a stall. Stop disgracing yourself.” Sarah was stern
Karenna managed to cut off the rest of her pee for now, though her overworked bladder protested, Karenna knew the second wave would be pressing on her soon. She just hoped Sarah would be caring. She wanted to cry.
“This is unacceptable.” Sarah folded her arms. “You carry Mary-Ann’s company name, her reputation, is this how you want to represent that?”
Karenna thought back to what Mary-Ann had already done, but remained silent.
“You’re her second in charge, you might be running the show one day, but you can’t find a bathroom in a building with one on every floor.” Sarah raised her voice “How old are you?”
“T-twenty-three…” Karenna just didn’t want to cry at this point
“23 years old and you don’t know when to go to the bathroom.
“I-I-I was b-but yo-“
“Don’t you DARE pin this on me.” Sarah was livid “I happen to trust that an adult knows when she needs to go, I happened to mistake you for an adult.” Sarah paused, her rage overwhelmed her “Are you a FUCKING animal? Do you piss on the floor everywhere else?”
“P-please I’m embar-“ Karenna started to stammer
“YOU’RE embarrassed? I’m the one that’s going to have to tell Mary-Ann that her understudy just pissed her pants and all over the floor.” Sarah stopped again, attempting to control her voice. At a lower volume, she continued “If you were my employee, this would be a fire-able offence you know. I don’t know what Mary-Ann’s policies are but I’m sure they’re similar. I would start packing my things if I were you. And don’t ask for a reference from either one of us when you’re looking for another job. I just hope you can make it past your first day without peeing your pants.” Sarah let out an exasperated sigh. Her rage dwindling
Karenna felt her second urge hit. Normally she would have stayed on the toilet until it hit her again, but feeling so defeated, she didn’t want to move. As it built up pressure with the remainder of her pee, she let it out again. This flow was much faster. Sarah started to walk over to the paper towel dispenser on the wall behind Karenna. She started to speak again.
“Look. I liked your friend. You obviously can network well, but…” Sarah heard a hiss coming from Karenna again. The puddle underneath her began to splatter as new droplets fell from her pants
“Karenna? A-are you peeing again?”
Karenna nodded. Sarah put her head in her hands.
“Ugh. I can’t do this right now. You should be ashamed- that’s filthy.” She paused to control her voice “I shouldn’t have to be telling a 23 year old woman to stop peeing her pants for the second time in 5 minutes.”
Karenna’s legs dripped as she finished. Finally empty. There was an awkward silence. Sarah spoke again.
“Here, lets at least get you back in your room and tell the hotel what happened.”
“N-no. Please. No one has to know. I-I’ll do anything, I’ll g-give you anything” Karenna begged
“You don’t have anything I want.” She grabbed a few paper towels from the dispenser “Dry your cuffs. I don’t want you dripping all over hell and creation.”
She stood next to Karenna as the ashamed woman did as she was told. Part of her didn’t want to accept any of this as real. But she had too. Her pants were heavy and cold and there was no denying that. Sarah led her back out of the bathroom and into an alcove with a landline phone. She dialed the front desk.
“Yes, hi, could you send a janitor to the bathroom on floor 32? My colleague had an accident.”
Embarrassed, Karenna turned to the painting of a tomato on the wall. She wish she was just a painting at this point. Her emotions were all stirring just below the surface. All of them negative. Sarah was still talking to the front desk
“No, no blood, she’s ok. She wet her pants. There’s um…uh puddle on the floor.”
As Sarah continued to talk, a family must have walked by. Karenna could hear a womanly voice
“Justin, we don’t point, that’s rude.”
As they traveled down the hallway she could hear a rebuttal “Did you see though? She peed her pants!”
Karenna felt cold. Helpless. Sarah walked her back to her room. She dug the room key out of her back pocket. It was damp. Wet. Soaked from her accident. The door unlocked and to their surprise, Mary-Ann was still in the bathroom.
Mary-Ann sat on the floor of the shower. Enjoying the unexpected wetting and the lack of consequences so far. Part of her wondered where Karenna and Sarah went, but she assumed they just went down to eat and would text her shortly. She heard the door click with a key card. Leaping up from the shower, Mary-Ann locked the bathroom door to prevent anyone from barging in. She heard Sarah’s voice.
“Mary-Ann? Could we get a moment? We’ve got a situation here.”
Unlocking the door, Mary-Ann stuck her head out. She saw Sarah standing in her bedroom doorway, and Karenna behind her. With soaked pants.
“Karenna didn’t quite make it-“ Sarah was about to continue when Mary-Ann stepped out.
“Well, that’s okay. Neither did I.”
Sarah put her head in her hands when she saw Mary-Ann’s soaked white pants. Backing away she took her hands off her face
“You guys have fun with that then. I-I’ll see you later.” She opened the door
“We’re still on for dinner?” Mary-Ann walked by Karenna into the living area.
“No…No, I think I’m good.” Sarah left
Mary-Ann was about to say something when she heard Karenna begin to whine. Before she could even react, the poor girl began to sob. |
A/N: While these next few sections are going to be way shorter than the 8k machine that was section 3.2, that doesn't mean they won't have more omorashi content. For those who are fans of Karenna, the next few sections will be integral in development of her character as well. As always, feedback and critique is not only welcome but anticipated! It's the best way to improve on anything in life. Also, suggestions for scenarios that you'd like to see written can be included in the interlude sections. Next Update will be on Saturday 10/30/2021.
Section 3.3: A Women's Nature
Mary-Ann rushed over to Karenna, the black woman had tears streaming down her face. Mary-Ann put a gentle hand on her back.
“Hey. Hey. Hey. It’s ok, I’m here.” Mary-Ann spoke in a soothing tone
Without saying a word Karenna spun around and hugged Mary-Ann. Her head rested just below Mary-Ann’s breasts. Karenna said nothing. She sniffled, unable to keep her emotions in check. As she hugged Mary-Ann, her fingers dug into her boss’s back. Through coughs and wails she could make out Karenna begging her with a word or two. Please and don’t seemed to be the only words she was capable of speaking through her sorrow. Mary-Ann held her and stroked her back, Karenna’s tears soaking her shirt.
Karenna’s breathing was still irregular even as her most dramatic convulsions were subsiding. In a whisper she uttered
“Please don’t fire me…I-I-I didn’t mean to.” The thought of Sarah’s words still stabbed her through the heart
“It’s fine. I know what its like.” Mary-Ann kept her answers short. She wanted to give Karenna time to cry.
Instead loosening her grip on Mary-Ann; Karenna held her tighter. Her emotions shifted from worry and fear for her future to thankfulness and appreciation for her boss, her friend. Her pants were still damp, and as she rubbed against Mary-Ann’s, her shirt began to absorb some of her boss’s pee stain as well. Even as her breathing returned to normal, she still whimpered, finally releasing Mary-Ann from her embrace. She looked at the ground, not wanting to meet Mary-Ann’s eyes. Breaking the silence first, Mary-Ann spoke softly
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Karenna nodded. As she walked towards the couch in the middle of the living area, she wiped her tears. As she sat down, her damp khaki’s pressed against her butt. She felt cold as her pants were far from drying, but the shiver that ran from her genitals up her back was different. Her cold pants and the sight of Mary-Ann’s, as she sat down, intrigued Karenna. She could just make out Mary-Ann’s panties through her pee soaked pants. Her boss sat on a chair facing Karenna, and spoke first
“You know the mind is a funny thing Karenna. I would never fire you for something like this.” She motioned to her own pants. “And it’d be just a little hypocritical, don’t you think?”
Karenna nodded “It’s not just that though. Sarah said…” Karenna felt tears welling up in her eyes as another wave of emotion came over her.
“She called me an animal.” Karenna stared to cry again “Said t-t-that she w-was embarrassed that she’d have to tell you…” Karenna paused, unsure if she wanted to repeat the phrase. The only sound between the two women was the whimper of a distraught Karenna. She wanted to tell Mary-Ann the whole story.
“She said she’d have to tell you that I pissed my pants.” It felt good to say it “And that when I got a new job- she hoped that I could make it through the first day without p-peeing my pants.” It was still hard to say
“I guess I would make a bad candidate by her criteria.” Mary-Ann smiled. She got a snort out of Karenna. “I’m sorry she yelled at you like that-“
Karenna interrupted her, anger at the entire situation forced her to speak out. She wanted Mary-Ann to be angry at Sarah too.
“No! It’s not just that. S-she made me tell her my age. Said that I’m 23 and she shouldn’t have to be the one telling me to stop peeing myself.”
The forcefulness of Karenna’s words made Mary-Ann tread carefully, but she still spoke honestly “She doesn’t have the right to talk to you like that. And she shouldn’t have made you feel like I was going to fire you. I know what it’s like to think that you might lose a job-“
“No you don’t!” Karenna covered her tearing eyes with her hands. “You don’t know me. You…you don’t know…” Karenna was choking on her own tears. Mary-Ann let her speak. “You don’t know what this means to me…” She wiped her hands away and looked her teary eyes up at Mary-Ann “You don’t know what you’ve meant to me.”
Mary-Ann didn’t know what to say. She tried to stammer out a thank you but Karenna continued to pour out her emotions. Her voice was raised to a level Mary-Ann had never heard from her
“Do you know what its like…To grow up, to…to feel like no one cares about you? That everything is made for you to fail. That is there is no hope?” Mary-Ann stayed silent as Karenna’s voice cracked and dropped again
“To be made fun of and called names- because you’re too smart? To have nothing to return home to? To…to have a b-brother…” She stopped to cry. Karenna put her head back in her hands. She continued to cry for a while, all the while Mary-Ann tried to give her space. Yet she couldn’t help but feel like Karenna needed to emote, and wouldn’t without a light press from Mary-Ann.
“You don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to. If he hurt you-”
“No. No, not me. My grandmother, he robbed her. Beat her when she wouldn’t give him any money. He hated me too. Do you know what it’s like to come home scared every day? That might be the day your own brother snaps? That he might hit you again? I-I’m sorry. Y-you don’t want me to tell you all this.”
“I’m listening as long as you need me to.”
Karenna tried to thank her boss, but choked on her tears again. An ugly cough was the only noise that she made. She sniffled and stymied her tears and continued
“I needed something. Anything to get me out of that house. Off that block. Nia had basketball. I didn’t have much. I found your ad for a sales position. I-I lied on the resume. Mary-Ann, I lied to you to get out of there. I had no college, no nothing. That wasn’t my GPA. I’m…I’m sorry. I am. But you understand?”
Mary-Ann nodded.
“Those first few months. You did what you said. You trained me, you helped me when I didn’t understand something-“
Trying to stay humble Mary-Ann argued “That’s what every good employer does.”
Almost yelling at her Karenna shot back “Can you just TAKE a complement?” Her voice now nearly shouting “You don’t even."
She paused. Unsure if she should be this vulnerable. She lowered her voice
“You can’t know what its like to be less than dirt. To feel like if you were gone tomorrow that no one would care. That they m-might not even notice.” Karenna felt her tears again. Just behind her eyes.
“You were the first one. The first person I could point to and say that she gave a damn about me. Every Friday. When you tell me to ‘be safe and make the right choice’. I know its small to you, but. Mary-Ann. Thank you. Thank you for caring.”
Both women now had tears running down their cheeks. With each in cool, wet pants, they were nearly a mirror image.
“You were the first person I wanted to get up and impress. I want to be like you- I..I want you to be proud of me.”
Mary-Ann could hardly whisper though her own emotions “I am. D-don’t you worry about that.”
The two shared a smile as Mary-Ann wiped her face. Karenna swallowed hard as she continued her story
“T-to be told that you would…that you would hate me for this or…or that you would fire me.” Karenna looked down at the floor. “It hurt. It hurt bad enough that I wet my pants but to be told that you would hate me for it...”
“You know that’s not true. Hey, it was me who did it first anyway.” Mary-Ann smiled
Karenna smiled back, her emotions starting to be back under her control. “Yeah. But I still feel like…like I let you down. Sarah said that I carry your name with me as long as I’m your employee. She’s right. I don’t want to ruin your reputation. I-I don’t want to let you down.”
“Karenna. I had no idea, I really didn’t. And you’ve been the best person for the job. I really think your one of the main reasons for my success. I feel like I can just be honest with any idea with you. That you don’t just want to make me happy- that you care about telling me the truth. And, to be honest, I was so scared of losing YOU a few months ago.”
“Really?” Karenna’s voice came out in a squeal, surprised.
“Uh-huh. Here- I had just finished peeing…though my pantyhose” Mary-Ann again motioned to the current state of her legs. She was trying to connect with Karenna, but it didn’t mean the story was less awkward to tell.
“And for probably 3 hours I was just hoping that I could hide until you left. I mean, I had ruined that rug, my underwear, everything, and then Donavan just had to call.”
Karenna giggled, recalling the story
“So I just tried to walk really fast so that you wouldn’t notice.”
Karenna laughed “There was no hiding that!”
Mary-Ann snickered too “But as soon as you asked- I thought it was over. I thought that there would be no way you would respect me or want to work for me after that.”
“Honestly, my first thought was to try and help you. It’s just…I want to be like you. I look up to you. You don’t get to where you are by peeing your pants.
Mary-Ann was about to say something about it, but decided against it. Instead she asked
“I’m really glad we had this talk. But I’m sure you want to get out of those. Mine are freezing.”
Karenna agreed, as the two stood up, Mary-Ann initiated another hug
“Listen, I really didn’t know what you were going through. I’m sorry I haven’t done more. You know you can call me anytime- about anything. I really see you as a good friend.”
They smiled at each other as they broke the embrace. As Karenna walked towards the bathroom, her shoes still squeaked on the way over. Mary-Ann felt like she had to pee again. Wanting to give Karenna some time, she decided to wait. She grabbed her book on psychology and leadership off of the table and sat back down in the now damp chair. Her legs were still cold.
Karenna shut the bathroom door behind her. In the mirror, she finally got another perspective on how she looked. Not only was the crotch of her pants soaked, but the stain had traveled the entire length of her thighs. She turned around. From halfway up her butt to the backsides of her legs were completely stained. Turning back around, she put her hand back in front of her crotch. Like fitting together the pieces to a puzzle she could see how her pee had hit her hand and tinted more of her pants space. She put her hand on her crotch. The coolness of her wet pants contrasted with the heat of her womanhood. A sensational wave of pleasure ran throughout her body. She crossed her legs, repeating the pose she had been in not an hour before. With her now wet pants, the pose made her feel different. What if she had lost control in front of Mary-Ann instead? If Sarah hadn’t have been there, would Karenna have enjoyed it? Karenna wanted to bury the thought. But she couldn’t. What if Mary-Ann had been comforting her while she was wetting? Mad at her own lust she took off her shirt and bra. Turning on the water, she scolded herself for even thinking of her confidant that way. But she couldn’t deny her arousal.
Mary-Ann had been subject to the sounds of the shower for nearly a half an hour. While it had distracted her from reading, it also had amplified her need to pee. While certainly not desperate by any means, if she were alone, she would have already gone by now. Putting her book back down, she reflected on her conversation with Karenna. She had always wanted to be a good boss, but now she felt different. Now she wanted to protect her. She wanted Karenna to know that others cared for her. That others could respect her. And though Sarah had helped Mary-Ann in owning her own mortgage company, what she had said to Karenna stuck with Mary-Ann. Did she feel the right to talk to her employees that way? Maybe she spoke to her own staff that way, but to insinuate what actions Mary-Ann was going to take? Mary-Ann exhaled. A small voice in the back of her head told her that she had failed. Failed as a leader and as a boss. Karenna’s ego and self-esteem might have been ruined by some rich woman who had everything handed to her. And what had she as a leader done? Nothing. She had been passive, she let Karenna talk and took no action. She decided to change that. Taking out her phone, she made a note to call Sarah as soon as she got back, but for Karenna’s ego she was a little puzzled. A talk about her astronomical sales numbers would be enough if it was work related but this was personal. Mentally, she thought through their conversation. Karenna had said something at the end. You don’t get to where you are by peeing your pants. Taking from her book notes, Mary-Ann decided she would teach by doing.
She waited until she heard the shower water stop. Standing back up, Mary-Ann walked out to the balcony. Opening the sliding glass door, the warm of the western sun showered her body. It felt exquisite on her body. The concrete terrace was guarded by a stucco wall, high enough to keep pets, children or drunken adults from falling 30 stories down. Leaning back against the wall, Mary-Ann took in the sun, and watched for the bathroom door to open.
Karenna was clean but she couldn’t shake the downtrodden sentiment that had stuck with her. As she slipped on her dark jeans, she shot a glance over to her ruined khakis. Hi my names Karenna, and you should use me as your mortgage broker because I piss my pants. Somehow she didn’t think she’d be successful with that reputation. Maybe Sarah was right. Maybe she couldn't represent her field that well if she couldn’t even control herself. As she opened the bathroom door, she hoped she and Mary-Ann could drink tonight. She wanted to forget.
That was her cue. As the bathroom door opened, Mary-Ann could just make out the shape of Karenna’s body. If she let go now, she was sure it would still be obvious enough to her friend. As she had done numerus times, Mary-Ann relaxed her bladder. Almost immediately, her cold pants were refilled with hot pee. Her already wet pink panties quickly overflowed as her bladder began to drain itself into them. The warmth heated her damp legs as it blossomed out of her groin, and spread down her already damp pants. Her new flowing urine followed a nearly identical pattern as it caused her pants to be completely see through- her pink panties were now visible as a small stream fell directly into them and through her already ruined pants.
“Nice day still, isn’t it.” One of the neighbors had come outside.
Her lower half still invisible, Mary-Ann turned towards him. Still peeing.
“Yeah, it’s quite warm.”
The man must have never saw her. He was speaking to his wife. He quickly waved at Mary-Ann before ducking back inside. Laughing at herself for the awkward interaction, Mary-Ann wondered if he heard the splattering of her urine on the concrete. Even if he did, there was no way he could have known why that sound was audible. Turning back around, Mary-Ann was finishing peeing her pants. She manipulated her toes in her puddle as her pants started to cool again. Karenna was walking towards the sliding door.
As Karenna opened the door, it slid open with ease, allowing her to feel the warm sun almost immediately. She was surprised at how cool the concrete still was on her bare feet. She observed the skyline for a moment. It held some beauty to her. She looked at Mary-Ann, intending to ask her if they could hit a bar. She was taken aback by how noticeable her boss’s panties were. The pink color was obvious in her wet pants. But Karenna noticed how glossy they looked. Curiously, she looked down, a dark puddle at her boss’s feet.
“Did you-“
“Pee my pants again? Yes. I didn’t know how long you were going to be and I had to go. Couldn’t do anymore damage, could I?”
“No. I guess not.”
“You know a guy came out here while I was going. He had no idea I was wetting myself.” Mary-Ann smirked
Karenna didn’t know how to respond. Mary-Ann took the reins.
“I don’t think it effected my sales one bit. In fact, if he did notice, he certainly didn’t seem to care.”
Karenna nodded. Mary-Ann prodded some more
“Even though I just peed my pants, I still think I’m going to be successful.”
Karenna was still silent. She wasn’t sure how to feel.
“But you know what? I still know you’re going to be successful. Even if you peed your pants too.” Mary-Ann smiled
Karenna smiled back, overcome by what Mary-Ann was willing to do to cheer her up. Finally she knew what to say
“I will be.”
Edited October 29, 2021 by knockonthedoor
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A/N: Despite the peeing and wetting scene (For those who are fans of Mary-Ann, this ones for you!) I couldn't help but feel like this one was a little rushed in the middle. Let me know if it feels that way to you. I also feel like the end of the Bar scene doesn't connect well the the final set piece in the hotel- like I missed on some major opportunities. Next update is planned for 11/4/2021
Chapter 3.4: A Good Compromise Leaves Everybody Mad
“Ready?”
“Just about” Mary-Ann was adjusting her lipstick in the mirror. “Hey, if you bring a guy back here, am I just supposed to sleep in the cold?” Mary-Ann walked out of the bathroom- Karenna admired her boss’s light jeans
“I was going to ask you the same thing. You’re the celebrity here, I’m sure you’re going to get plenty of attention.”
The two of them exited their hotel room and started down the hallway.
“I’m just looking to let lose a little. Besides…” Mary-Ann’s voice trailed off as the two stepped into the elevator. The doors closed behind them
“You’re still waiting on Tyler to call you?”
As the elevator started to move towards the ground floor, Mary-Ann affirmed it. Karenna tried to get Mary-Ann’s mind off it
“Who knows, maybe you’ll find someone here? Tyler’s a little bit of a moron anyway. He could have just forgotten.”
As the two stepped off the elevator, Mary-Ann couldn’t help but feel like he had seen her. It was just after she had just peed her pants for the first time outside. It had been so daring, fun even. But at the cost of her potential romance and her reputation, she had vowed to never do it again.
The afternoon sun was warm, much warmer than it would have been at home, as the two friends walked a block or two. It was the hottest bar in town, or so they had been told. Karenna observed the roadway and rather open sidewalk, commenting
“For a resort and casino, there really isn’t much too this town.”
“I’ll be honest Karenna, I don’t love cities all that much, this is more my speed.”
“I’ve never really known anything else.” Karenna looked up a Mary-Ann, her blonde ponytail swaying “And my friends call me Kar.”
Opening the door for her, Mary-Ann smiled “Well, I’m happy to be hanging out with you Kar.”
The well-lit bar could be summed up in a word. It was modern. Fancy-shaped lights gave off a blue hue and added much needed light to the black paint that covered most of the walls. The windows were more than wide and tall enough to let the early evening sun in. For the time of day, the place was bustling. There were some open spots at the bar, though not many, and a few community tables with room in front of a small stage. Next to the stage were a couple of arcade cabinets, which had attracted a few people. Mary-Ann walked towards the open bar, while Karenna ventured towards the arcade machines.
“You just want to meet back up later?” Karenna asked
Mary-Ann nodded and made her way towards a bar stool. She ordered a Gimlet and watched the band set up. The bartender was cute, but with the amount of people at the bar there was little chance to talk to him. As the main door opened and closed behind her Mary-Ann figured she would just wait for someone.
Karenna stood in line at the quarter kiosk. While not sure exactly what she was going to play, it didn’t really matter if she could find a group. That was the game in of itself. A game which didn’t last long. The girl in front of her turned around and looked over Karenna’s shoulder. Obviously she was looking for someone, but Karenna admired her goth look. A short black skirt that tied together her fishnets and black platform heels. As their eyes met, Karenna nearly got caught looking at her cleavage.
“Are you any good at Firestorm?” She asked Karenna
“No, never played- I’m more into Time Warriors. I was actually hoping to find someone to play it with”
“Looks like my friends ditched me. Tell you what, if you can beat me in Firestorm, I’ll play you in Time Warriors.”
Karenna agreed, though she was expecting to only play one game at least it was one game with a cute girl.
Mary-Ann wasn’t alone for long. A slightly older gentleman sat down beside her. Ordering a cheap beer he turned to Mary-Ann and slid her a dollar.
“Dollar for your thoughts.” As corny as it was, Mary-Ann was impressed by his confidence.
She tried to overpower him with her response
“I think the Fed is making a huge long term mistake by keeping interest rates where they are. It would hurt now, but I think we’ll be a lot better off if we raise them.”
“Yeah, but I’ll take my profits now! Let some other loser sink.”
Crude, brash and reckless. But smart enough to understand his gamble. Mary-Ann was intrigued as she ordered her second Gimlet and a water.
The machine beeped and buzzed in its 8-bit charm, and though Karenna hadn’t played it before, moving the spaceship at the bottom of the screen and shooting nondescript dots was easy enough. Her first life seemed to go on forever.
“I guess beginners luck is real” The goth girl chortled. “You’ve earned the first round, they’ve got a killer braggot here.”
Before Karenna could ask what a braggot even was, she was off towards the bar. The screen flashed, using all of its 256 colors to congratulate Karenna on reaching 10,000 points. Regaining her focus, Karenna dove back into the old game.
Her second water was done, her shot of Bacardi was down. Mary-Ann had to pee. Glancing over towards the bathrooms, she could see a small line of girls forming. She hated breaking the seal, but if she didn’t, she might be in worse shape. The band had started to play, they were loud. The man she was talking to had asked a question and was waiting to hear her thoughts.
“Sorry it’s a little hard to hear. What did you ask?” She shouted over the band
“Do you like sports?” A generic question. But enough to distract her.
“Sure, I like some, but only really when the teams are in the playoffs.” She crossed her legs, discreetly pressing her hand into her crotch
“C’mon now, don’t tell me you’re a pink hat!”
“I’m sorry?”
“You know, fair weather fan, a bandwagoner?”
“I do have more important things to do than watch sports.”
“Of course- but you got time for fun, don’t you?” He asked in a smarmy way.
“With the right people, sure. Excuse me.” That was enough of that.
Slapping 60 dollars on the bar, Mary-Ann left, telling the bartender to keep the change.
“Don’t be like that sweetie.” The man desperately tried to win her back as he pulled out a cigarette.
Turning back Mary-Ann shook her head at him. He got it. There was a well lit ramp that led to the restrooms. Joining the line, Mary-Ann hoped to spot Karenna. When she couldn’t, she put her back against the wall and sighed. The line wasn’t moving any faster, but her bladder was.
Karenna had done well, with a score of nearly 30,000, but this girl was clearly experienced. Watching her score cross 15,000 Karenna knew she was watching the end of their brief time together. At least the beer was good. While not a beer drinker herself, Karenna at least enjoyed the sweetness of whatever it was that the girl had gotten for her. It was sweet, almost like a stronger soda. The other girl had already downed hers. At least her first life had just ended- but Karenna noticed that she was pressing herself into her arcade machine. Karenna got a nice look at her breasts. Pale, like the rest of her skin, they were not much larger than Karenna’s. But the tight black top did a wonderful job at firming them up. Karenna took another drink. As girl passed 22,000 points, Karenna couldn’t help but notice her leg bouncing ever so slightly
Mary-Ann pretended to rub her back against the wall, with her legs crossed, maybe she could pass it off as some sort of dance. Not that it wasn’t a dance, it was just more to the rhythm of her filled bladder than to the beat of the band. Slouching slightly forward, Mary-Ann was about to hold herself when an older woman in a yellow dress got in line behind her. Removing her hands from her swollen abdomen, Mary-Ann smiled. The woman beamed back.
“Excuse me- are you Mary-Ann Adimari?”
“Y-yes” Mary-Ann’s voice was weaker than she expected. Strained. She reached out her dominate hand to shake.
The woman looked to be between 40 and 50, her face was just as fake as her boobs, but she seemed friendly enough.
“I loved your talk. It sounds so great to grow up in the country. You must have really have looked up to your father.”
“The country is…different from city life for sure. You can kind of do what needs to be done without distraction.” Like squat in a bush.
Reminiscing about her time in the fields made her wish she could go back. If only to find relief. She cursed her early buzz. She never wanted to stop drinking once she started. And now she had to pee. Way past the point where it could be fun, her slightly swimmy head didn’t help much. While she appreciated the idolatry from this woman, it was becoming harder and harder not to hold herself.
The goth girl was on her last life. But Karenna knew she was going to win. With just 2,000 more points, their time together seemed to be coming to a close. But then the girl drove her character into one of the opposing ships, ending her game. It was obvious she had done it intentionally.
“Hey looks like you got it. You got me for Time Warriors.” The woman sniffled and scratched at her neck.
“Good call on the drinks, what did you say that was?” As the two walked away from the machine, the goth girl replied
“It’s like a beer with honey in it. Speaking of, I could use a trip to the bathroom though if you don’t mind.”
“Sure, I could go too.” Karenna didn’t really have to, but she wanted to spend some time with whoever this girl was.
The two made their way towards the bathroom, and Karenna spotted Mary-Ann near the top. The line was starting to snake towards the bar. She offered an idea to her acquaintance.
“My friend’s at the top- you think we can cut, uh…” Karenna didn’t know her name
“Sorry, I’m Erin.” She giggled. “If you think we can cut, that’d be dope!”
Mary-Ann was desperate. She felt dizzy. Two parts of her brain were fighting with each other. She wanted to stay composed in front of her fan, but she needed to hold herself. She wiggled her legs. There were still two people in line ahead of her. The enough pressure on her genitals was enough that they throbbed. As another person walked into the restroom, she saw Karenna walking up the ramp, a stranger in tow. She called her friend over
“I was wondering where you were. Nice place isn’t it?”
Karenna smiled “Too much fun.” She noticed Mary-Ann’s desperation, briefly forgetting about Erin.
Using Karenna as a distraction, Mary-Ann introduced her to her fan.
“Sue, this is Karenna, I wouldn’t…ah” She paused to get ahold of her desperation “I…I wouldn’t be here without her.” She tried to smile through the pain
The two shook hands and Karenna fell into line, Erin behind her. As the two started to chat, Mary-Ann turned around, and shoved her hand into her crotch. Clutching herself hard, she clenched her thighs tight enough for her kneecaps to touch. I’m never going to a bar again. This hurts. She heard a round of toilets flushing. Just hold it, you’re almost there she told herself, happy that few people could see her. The door swung open, and a group of four women came out, laughing and talking amongst themselves. One of them looked at Mary-Ann, then to her pants, and as her group left down the ramp, she smiled at the desperate woman.
Mary-Ann and the three women behind her entered the bathroom. Erin and Karenna took stalls next to each other, and Mary-Ann was near the farthest one. Sue called her name. Damn it.
“Mary-Ann, I just wanted to thank you.”
“For what?”
“Karenna’s a really sweet woman, and she thinks highly of you. You’re a great example for other employers.” Sue smiled at her
Smiling back and attempting to reach for the stall door Mary-Ann could only muster a thank you.
It was awkward to hear herself referred to in a conversation, but as Karenna’s weak yellow pee stream trickled into the bowl, it was still nice to have someone complement her. She was surprised that Erin hadn’t sat down yet. Her legs were still by the stall door. She contracted her bladder muscles again, pushing a paltry amount of urine out of her. As Erin sat down, Mary-Ann was desperately trying to end her conversation. Sue had other things on her mind
“…So that’s why I sell these oils and crystals. You know? You don’t need healthcare, everything can be all natural. Here, I have these samples.” She handed Mary-Ann a packet of something
“Thanks- not to be rude, but I do really need the bathroom.” Mary-Ann was at the point of expressing her need in no uncertain terms.
Without waiting for a response, Mary-Ann swung open the stall door and hung her purse on the door as it slammed back into place. She unzipped her jeans, and shimmed them off herself. Her swollen bladder was moments from releasing, spinning around, Mary-Ann sat down and relaxed.
She broke the seal in the most dramatic way possible. Shooting out of her at an aggressive speed, she splattered the inside of the toilet bowl with her liquor tainted urine. Attempting to give respect to the others in the bathroom, she suppressed her moans of relief. They were instead replaced with the overwhelming sound of Mary-Ann’s overfilled bladder spraying its contents into the toilet water. The splash of her pee was obvious to everyone occupying the bathroom.
As Karenna heard the sound of her Boss’s pee overtake her ears, she rose from the toilet she occupied. Having finished nearly before Mary-Ann started, Karenna flushed and pulled her dark jeans back over herself. Exiting the stall, Sue was still standing there. Was she listening to Mary-Ann pee?
“Do you need anything?” Karenna was annoyed
“I was just going to give her my card-“
“Here, give it to me, I’ll be sure she gets it.” Mary-Ann’s stream was clearly starting to dwindle.
The woman thanked Karenna and walked out of the bathroom. Bothered, Karenna started to wash her hands.
As the rest of her bladder emptied into the toilet, Mary-Ann could see droplets on her thighs. They dripped and slowly dropped off of her smooth skin. Her stream finally subsiding, Mary-Ann exhaled. She sat for a moment or two and waited for Karenna to stop washing her hands. She wiped and flushed not soon after, finally exiting the stall.
She met Karenna at the counter and dug out whatever sample Sue had given her out of her purse. She left it on the counter as she washed her hands. Karenna was still waiting for her friend. Mary-Ann thanked her for dealing with the armature saleswoman and told Karenna to meet her at the bar when she was done. After she left the bathroom, Erin called to Karenna
“Hey, Karenna, could you get in here for a second?” The stall door unlocked
Curious and slightly worried Karenna entered the stall. Bent over with her bottom facing the stall door, Erin was rummaging through her purse. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Karenna stared at her exposed pussy while she excavated a small baggie from her purse.
“You’re cool right?” It was coke.
Karenna put her hands up “I’m not messing with that. I. It’s a long story.”
“Loosen up a little, you’re here to have fun right?”
“This is a you thing.” Karenna back into the stall door. “It’ll stay between us, but I can’t, really.”
“Shame. I was looking forward to some fun.” She lifted her skirt slightly with her free hand, again exposing herself to Karenna. “I can have quite the time.” Karenna could have sworn she saw a few drops of pee fall from Erin’s exposed privates.
“I’m sure you can.” Karenna retreated out of the stall and bathroom, and began looking for Mary-Ann.
Mary-Ann was leaning on the bar counter, watching the band play some generic rock and roll tune. Karenna walked up behind her
“Can we get out of here. I’m about done with the people here.”
“You and me both. I’ve got some liquor at the room anyway.”
The walk back felt much longer. Perhaps it was the dark of the night or because both women had their evenings spoiled with unpleasant people. Mary-Ann was happy to enjoy her slight drunkenness in quiet. The pair was much quieter until they reached the entrance of the hotel, Karenna spoke first
“This place is nice, but the people here kind of suck.”
Mary-Ann laughed “There’s irony there somewhere, but I’m not the one to figure it out.”
“You’re alright though.” Karenna was thinking about making a move
“Well I’m glad you’ve figured that out after a year!” Mary-Ann didn’t pick up on it
The elevator ride was quiet, and the same as the walk back to their room. Karenna wasn’t sure what to say or if she should say it. But her interaction with Erin had made her want to admit to her desires. The two entered their room and as Mary-Ann found the whiskey she had promised, Karenna took a glass in spite of herself.
“Now, why do you think that is?” Mary-Ann said aloud
“Why is what?” Karenna tried to drink the whiskey. She nearly choaked
“Why do people disappoint? I mean we’ve both been through it. Why do you think that is?”
“I wish I had your mind boss.” Karenna felt like opening herself up again. “I’ve done my best to survive. And I have, but…”
“What?” Mary-Ann was more forceful when she was inebriated. She had downed a third of her liquor glass
“I told you this afternoon. Look, the girl had coke. It wasn’t much, but that stuff got my father killed.” Karenna spoke quickly, trying to minimize as many details as she could “I know that can be dangerous, and I’m usually good about that kind of stuff but…”
Mary-Ann looked concerned “But what?”
“She was so…” Karenna couldn’t finish her sentence
Mary-Ann took another drink. “Here, drink some” She motioned for Karenna to drink some out of her glass. “You didn’t take any did you?”
Karenna tried it again. It was strong “No, I did not. But she…” It was so close. Why couldn’t she be honest with Mary-Ann?
“That’s all that matters to me. Let’s change the subject, you don’t have to tell me.”
The two carried on. Slowly switching from a heavy topic to a light, almost silly topic got them both talking and drinking. Mary-Ann finished her glass. She felt tried. Drunk. Karenna was nearly halfway done. Time was lost to the two of them. Until Mary-Ann had to pee again. She felt giddy. Karenna told another joke. Part of her was telling her to do it. Pee her pants right there. Pass it off as a drunkenness and laugh mishap. But she wasn’t that far gone yet. She decided to announce her need instead.
Her voice returning from a bout of laughter she giggled
“Kar, you know what?”
“What?” She was still smiling from her own joke
“I gotta pee again”
Mary-Ann wasn’t sure what she was expecting. She hadn’t even thought that far ahead. Maybe more laughter. But she didn’t get that. She got a coy smile instead
“Oh? What are you telling me for?”
“Cuz I thought I’d be funny. What’s that look for?”
Karenna’s face went blank “What look?”
“C’mon now, I know that look. You said that girl was- something. Tonight.”
Karenna felt like her back was against the wall. The only way through was forward
“She was so…Look. I wanted her ok? I thought she was hot.” Karenna felt ashamed.
Her face went red she looked down. Away. She wanted to hide. Her biggest secret, the one she hid from nearly everyone, revealed to her boss.
“So you like girls, wh-“
“No! I…I like both ok? I just…lean more towards girls.”
Mary-Ann opened her arms wide “Was that so hard to say?”
“Kind of” Karenna was still unsure. But it was out now
Mary-Ann was ostentatious when drunk “We’ve all got our things. Those things that turn us on. You know what mine is?”
Karenna shook her head. Mary-Ann answered unabashedly.
“I pee my pants on purpose.”
“…what?” Karenna looked towards her boss.
Mary-Ann nodded “There are plenty of days where I wait all day at the office, get home, hop in the shower and just.” She made a flowing motion with her hands “Pshhh.”
“O…oh.”
Karenna was wet. The thought of Mary-Ann, her boss, her idol, peeing her pants was a thought that stuck with her. Pure lust nearly made her ask. It took everything in her not to start touching herself. She couldn’t help but think Mary-Ann was coming on to her. She had to prod
“A…are you saying you, you’re going to now?”
“I might. Do you dare me?” Mary-Ann took a sip of whisky.
“I’m not going to stop you.”
“…Alright, I will.” Mary-Ann stood up “Didn’t think I’d get one this whole trip?”
“What about this morning?”
“That one was real. That doesn’t count!” Mary-Ann shouted towards the wall as she drunkenly wobbled towards the bathroom.
Karenna decided to shoot her shot. She had to see it. Just once in her life. Musting her courage she asked
“Hey…boss?”
“What?” Mary-Ann turned back around, she was in the threshold of the bathroom door “I gotta pee” She jostled her legs dramatically
“C-c-can I watch?”
There was a silence. Karenna wondered if she had just ruined her chance. Fear struck her. Worry. Regret. Mary-Ann spoke
“Sure, what the hell?”
Hopping off the couch, Karenna walked into the bathroom, Mary-Ann stood in the shower, her light colored jeans hugged her curves.
“You want instructions too?” Mary-Ann asked jokingly
“I-I mean if you’re offering.” Karenna was intrigued, fixated on Mary-Ann’s crotch
“I’m sure most people would assume that you’re just relaxing, but here’s what I do.” Mary-Ann widened her stance “See, I relax first, then push, and I alternate until…oh” Mary-Ann gasped
Karenna saw it, a small wet patch appeared on Mary-Ann’s jeans. It seemed to stop for a moment, then a large streak raced down her leg. Mary-Ann finished her instructions
“And once you’ve got it. Just relax.”
In no time, Mary-Ann’s jeans began to glisten. They were getting darker, and as she continued to release, they became overflowed. Her pee splattered the shower floor, creating a puddle that joined with the overflow from her cuffs. It soothed Mary-Ann as it flowed over her thighs. She closed her eyes and leaned back. The spectacle was almost too much for Karenna to handle. When she saw Mary-Ann’s face, she had to try it.
Following Mary-Ann’s instruction, she relaxed first. She could feel some rush forward. It stopped. She pushed. Nothing. She relaxed. Nothing still. She tried both. As she tightened her bladder muscles, she loosened her walls. She tried to listen to Mary-Ann’s splattering urine. Then there was something a quick rush. It fell through her resisting muscles and we her panties. She took her opportunity. Relaxing again she felt another small jet. Then another. Then a short flow. It warmed her crotch. As it sat it nearly made her cum. It was so warm, it felt unlike anything she had ever felt before. A small stream sprung into her jeans, and her thighs felt wet. She inadvertently gasped as she quickly finished. Mary-Ann heard it
“Hey Kar, is that what I think it is?” The last of Mary-Ann’s pee was rolling down the back of her legs
Karenna gave a sheepish grin “I tried it.”
“Turn around, let me see!”
Karenna turned around and bent forward, showing off her wet crotch
“Look at you!” Mary-Ann smacked her ass. Karenna nearly came “It’s fun, isn’t it?”
Karenna nodded and turned back around. He cheeks were flushed. She was wet. Horny. She wanted Mary-Ann and she wanted her now. She grabbed her boss’s soaking wet thigh. She ran her finger up. Up towards-
“No. Kar." Mary-Ann grabbed her wrist. " I like you- just not, like that.”
Karenna’s heart sank
“But…it was fun. Maybe we share this as friends?”
A compromise. Not what she wanted, but good enough for now. She could get Mary-Ann eventually
“I’d like that boss.”
Edited November 1, 2021 by knockonthedoor
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A/N: While this part will conclude chapter 3, I have to say, I really liked this ending. We have 7! Wetting scenes in this one. While there isn't a ton of desperation, its the best chapter for lovers of the nonchalant wettings. This one got a little meta as we have Karenna role playing with herself. Let me know if that even works in a fiction story. As always, feedback is not only appreciated but encouraged, and feel free to be critical. I can't improve as a writer without it. Next up we have the interlude, with 2 scenes suggested by readers, and the first of those should be ready by Sunday 11/7/2021. If there is a scene you'd like to read, go a head and let me know! Lastly, please read the Author's note at the end of this section as it contains spoilers, but I would like reader participation.
Chapter 3.6: A Sisterhood Forged by Urine
Karenna awoke at some hour of the morning. Her mouth was dry and the room was pitch black. She looked over to Mary-Ann’s bed, it was surprisingly empty. Karenna’s bladder felt like a rock. While she still remembered last night, she had no idea when they went to bed. Her bladder cried again. Karenna was tired. Part of her just wanted to piss in the bed and deal with it tomorrow. But she couldn’t. Willing herself to stand, Karenna took a look outside. The sun had just started to rise. Whatever hour of the morning it was, it was too early for a vacation. Wincing as she stretched, she quickly doubled over. Her bladder must have been filled for hours. Waddling towards the bathroom, she hoped it was free. To her delight, the door opened right away, and Karenna flipped on the light. She saw the toilet, and draped over it were Mary-Ann’s dress pants. They were still visibly stained from the soaking she had given them. Karenna’s own dress slacks hung on the counter next to them. From the crotch of those pants down each of the legs, a huge pee stain was obvious. Karenna stood for a moment, holding herself. She admired them. Even as her bladder screamed at her for release, she could feel the embarrassment from yesterday’s wetting.
Arousal hit her. She wished it had been something else. More than just Sarah, all the mean girls in her life. She wished they saw her- peeing her pants and unable to stop. That they’d make fun of her. Tease her. She wanted that. But she also wanted comfort. Someone to tell her it was ok. Her nipples had hardened at the thought. Looking up on the shower door she saw her jeans from last night. A naughty patch was still visible on the crotch, just barely so. Guided by instinct over her rational mind, she grabbed one of the legs and swung them down. Even desperate, it was easy to get them on over her legs. Stepping in the shower she felt her muscles involuntarily relax. She grabbed herself. Stymying the flow for just a moment, Karenna stared at the toilet.
She put herself there. She didn’t have to feign her desperation either. As she stood in the shower, hand tightly grasping her womanhood she put every mean girl in front of her. The ones from high school, the ones she used to work with, even Sarah; she imagined them all blocking her. There was one bathroom and they wouldn’t let her have it. They teased her. She made them mock her.
Aw, does Kar have to pee?
I don’t think she can hold it much longer!
She’s gonna piss herself!
She playfully protested with herself. As the aberrations mocked her she tried to release her bladder slowly. But that didn’t happen. Quickly her hands became warm and a second later felt wet. An audible hiss followed by the splattering of fresh urine hit the shower floor. For the first time in her adult life, Karenna was peeing her pants on purpose. And she loved it. Her jeans were now stained a darker color as her urine ran down her legs. It felt warm, and as it began to pool at her feet, she became even hornier at the sight of her yellowish puddle. She saw herself in the mirror. A 23 year old black business woman, with pee streaming down her legs. She pointed her toes inward, she wanted to look helpless as her nostrils were overrun by the smell of her piss. There was no hiding it from anyone. Karenna had wet her jeans again. She brought her tormentors back. Made them mock her for losing control.
Did little Kar have an accident?
She imagined them laughing at her. And as her stream finished she started to play with her breasts.
I think she likes it
Her clit throbbed, her entire genitalia on fire. She couldn’t take it anymore. Slipping her hands into her sopping wet jeans she began messaging herself. As she masturbated she fantasized that Mary-Ann emerged from the crowd of abrasive aberrations. As Karenna stuck a finger inside herself she wanted Mary-Ann to tell her it was ok. Its normal to have an accident. That she found it hot too. That it was her bosses fingers inside her. That it was Mary-Ann making her cum. Making no effort to conceal herself, Karenna moaned. She nearly screamed as her body convulsed in the most intense orgasm she could remember. Spent, she fell back against shower wall. As she slid down to her own puddle, her soaked jeans stuck to her legs. She made a faint splash as her butt fell into her puddle of piss. Now cooled, it chilled her entire backside. Karenna closed her eyes. She was content, if only for a moment. She felt the urge again. Without a moment’s hesitation, she relaxed.
Instantly her cooled backside was warmed with fresh urine. She could smell it as it seeped into her jeans, warming them. A small addition to the already sizable puddle, at a low hiss, she was done much quicker than she had been before, her bladder finally empty. Smiling, she thought about clean up. But that was for future Karenna to deal with. As she drifted back to sleep, she couldn’t help but enjoy her wetness, even on the hard shower floor.
It was cold. Karenna was damp, shivering even. And she smelled like pee. The bottom of her shirt, and certainly her jeans were the culprits. Standing gingerly, she rubbed her damp jeans. Could she warm them by peeing again? No luck; she had nothing. Not knowing what time it was, and not waning to delay Mary-Ann with a locked bathroom, Karenna turned on the shower. Rather than try and peel her jeans off her legs, Karenna let the hot shower water warm her first. She felt sad. As her piss stain mixed with the new wetness of the water, no one would know what she did. She didn’t want her tracks covered. But as she shimmed out of her wet jeans, she was happy to clean herself and pretend to be normal for a while.
Mary-Ann was confused. As her senses returned to her they assaulted her mind. Her face was warm, as the sun beat down on it through the sliding door. Her legs were freezing, and even her back felt damp. On top of it all her head was pounding. As she attempted to open her eyes the light forced them closed again. Why did she feel so clammy? She rubbed her jean-clad legs. They were damp. Fear struck her, what had she done? Concerned she had wet her jeans in her sleep, she tried to remember last nights events. She remembered the bar, and the lady trying to sell her some new age nonsense. Had she wet herself then? She knew she hadn’t. She had ventured back here. She opened her eyes briefly and looked at the near empty bottle of whisky in her hand. She closed her eyes again, her memory flooded with the events of last night. Karenna’s confession. Her own.
Mary-Ann put her hand to her forehead. What had she done? She didn’t mind that Karenna was into girls, but she revealed her own habit. A million worries swamped her already pounding head. She worried that she had led Karenna on, that Karenna would she her as more than just a friend. And her own idea, that they share her habit. Why did she even bring that up? As she shifted onto her side, she felt the couch had absorbed some of her wetness. Now feeling her pent up liquor sloshing inside her, Mary-Ann tried to close her eyes again. The sound of the shower water running meant that she couldn’t use the bathroom right away, her only reason for getting up. She thought back to her proposal to Karenna. Is that what she really wanted? Drifting back out of consciousness, she hoped that the answer would come to her.
The sun was still up when Mary-Ann opened her eyes. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but the pain in her swelled bladder was far greater than it had been. The only thing on her mind was relief. She couldn’t hear the shower running anymore, and she rolled onto her back to get off the couch. The pain was tremendous in her stretched bladder, the strain of moving couch caused a brief spurt to escape. As Mary-Ann’s jeans warmed, she considered letting it go. She stopped herself, not wanting to ruin the hotel’s property. Standing would be her next task, but as she focused her eyes on the bathroom, the door was still shut. Not wanting to exert herself she weakly called Karenna’s name. No answer. Calling louder this time, she got a response.
“Kar, how long are you going to be?”
“I’m not sure. Do I need makeup for the beach?”
Mary-Ann had forgotten that she had promised Karenna a day at the beach.
“No. I’m not wearing any. Could you hurry it up though? I could really use the bathroom.”
Karenna promised that she’d hurry, but the devil on Mary-Ann’s shoulder wouldn’t stay quiet. Karenna knew Mary-Ann’s secret, would it be all that embarrassing? She was already planning on rushing in there with stained jeans. It was hard to quell her monologue. Her panties had already been freshly wet, if only briefly. She thought of the poor maid if she went through with it. She couldn’t do that to another person. She decided to hold herself. As she rocked back and forth, she felt the cushion below her. It felt wet. Not damp like the rest of the couch, which had to deal with her soiled jeans all night. She felt her shirt again. Her back was wet too. Had she already wet herself while she slept? She rubbed her hands on the cushion. It’s wetness had confirmed it. Mary-Ann hadn’t wet the bed in years. This was the last time she’d drink that much again. That devilish voice grew stronger. She was already going to have to let the front desk know about the couch. What more harm could she do. Her stomach felt as though it had butterflies in it. Was she really about to do this? As if to test the waters, she relaxed. Responding immediately, her bladder rushed her warm pee into her panties. Hungover or not, Mary-Ann still enjoyed it.
Relaxing again, Mary-Ann released the rest of her bladder, with no intention of stopping. She could hear the fabric of the couch absorb her pee as it flowed out of her well-used jeans. Her crotch was instantly warm, and Mary-Ann could feel a puddle spreading towards her butt as she relaxed. It felt so wrong, but so fun. Had she just been sitting on the couch, it may not have even been noticeable. Bending slightly forward, Mary-Ann treated it almost as if she was on the toilet, just with her jeans still on. She could smell it. While that dampened her fun, the novelty of it acted as a counterbalance. Unlike most of her wettings, her flood only pooled around her bottom, soaking the cushion in another round of pee. Though this one was intentional.
The bathroom door flung open and Karenna walked into the living space, dressed in a white tank top and the same red track pants she had worn on the plane.
“Bathroom’s free, boss.”
“That’s ok.” Mary-Ann stumbled on her words “I-I don’t need it. I’m…I’m peeing.”
Karenna’s pulsed jumped. She couldn’t believe what she might be witnessing
“Like, like right now?”
Mary-Ann nodded. There was no need to hide her act. Though it was still awkward to admit what she was doing.
“Yeah. A little bit of an accident, but…” Her voice trailed off
Karenna was entranced. In the momentary silence she could hear the patter of Mary-Ann’s urine against the couch. Karenna tried to relax, if Mary-Ann was going to be so bold, so would she. But she couldn’t. Still drained from her morning in the shower, all she could do as admire her boss.
Mary-Ann sighed as she finished. Feeling relived from her now empty bladder, she had to deal with the fallout.
“I’m. Sorry you had to deal with that. I should have waited.”
“No. It’s fine. I.” Karenna attempted to advance the conversation “I get it, boss.”
“What do you mean?” Mary-Ann asked as she stood
“I get why you do it. I understand it.”
Mary-Ann nodded as she stumbled towards the bathroom, her thrice wet jeans sporting a new dark crotch. Karenna could see the puddle, the couch cushion would need to be replaced. The thought of Mary-Ann nonchalantly wetting her pants around Karenna aroused the young black woman. Her boss was near the bathroom, their conversation still hung in the air, depressed by Mary-Ann’s act. Karenna wanted to know if it was still ok for them to share in this act.
“You were serious about last night then?”
Mary-Ann stopped in the threshold of the bathroom door. Biding her time, she asked
“About what?”
“About this. About sharing in it. As friends.” Karenna turned to face Mary-Ann, who was looking into the bathroom “I get it Mary-Ann, I get why you do it.” She repeated
If Mary-Ann confirmed it she couldn’t take it back. If she denied it, she risked losing Karenna’s trust. She exhaled, is this what she wanted?
Looking back at Karenna she responded
“Yes. I was serious.”
Karenna smiled with excitement as the bathroom door closed.
As Mary-Ann showered, Karenna got herself breakfast from one of the in-resort cafés, and brought it back to the room. A light meal, she was sure to get her favorite orange juice with it. Normally, that would have been it, but she intended to have fun with Mary-Ann, and she ordered an extra water for herself as well. Mary-Ann was dressed by the time she got back.
The two talked business over breakfast, as Mary-Ann downed ample amounts of water to quell her hangover, Karenna sucked down her own extra water. Their conversation turned lighter as their plates emptied
“I can’t even remember the last time I went to the beach. I must have been in college.” Mary-Ann racked her brain
“I’ve never been. I’m looking forward to it though.”
“You’ll like it, water should be nice this time of year- I’m looking forward to doing nothing though.”
The two laughed, Mary-Ann continued “And I’m never having that much again!”
Laughing over the wild events of the past day, Mary-Ann brought up a slightly more serious point
“I am going to dump the rest of the whiskey on that” She pointed to the couch “Warner is paying for the room, and he did sent us the drink, so I think we can blame him.”
“You should probably send him a check and a thank you.”
“You’re right, so long as we don’t tell him what it really was. I don’t think he’d invite me back if he got word that I peed myself in my sleep.”
Karenna giggled “You weren’t asleep though!”
“Well, for most of it” Mary-Ann admitted
The two finished their meal and headed down to the lobby. Though she had her red track pants on and her tank top, Karenna still felt strange wearing her one-piece bathing suit underneath it. It almost felt unbecoming of the ornate resort around her. Standing next to Mary-Ann as she let the front desk know about the couch, Karenna couldn’t help but feel a little sneaky.
Mary-Ann spoke to the young clerk, his bright smile never faded as she told him
“We had a little accident in our room.” Mary-Ann paused and shot a glance a Karenna, who returned a knowing smile “A liquor bottle was spilled on the couch and I don’t want it to stain.”
The clerk let them know it would be taken care of and the two ladies walked towards the entrance of the hotel, their rideshare awaiting them. Mary-Ann leaned in close to Karenna, and spoke in a low voice
“The truth on that one will just be between us right?”
The two giggled and set off for the beach.
The car ride through the downtown was uneventful. In the day, the neon lights gave way to small office buildings and boutique shops. In the afternoon sun the city looked like any other big town, only with a large casino to shape its skyline. Looking at each of the buildings wasn’t exactly fun for Karenna, but as her bladder filled again, according to her wishes, it was a nice distraction. She crossed one leg over the other, and wondered to herself if she was truly starting to enjoy the feeling of a filling bladder or just anticipating the outcome.
Their driver took them near the beach, but with the bustling boardwalk, it was impossible to get a parking spot near the beach itself. Dropping the pair off, the walk to the sand itself was only mere minuets, and as the sun beat down, Karenna was hoping she could pee soon. They passed a small wooden structure that clearly severed as a bathroom, but Karenna was not about to use it. But Mary-Ann started to walk in its direction, and Karenna began to think her boss was truly fearless
“You’re not going to use that thing are you?”
Mary-Ann pointed to a smaller shack “The chair rentals?”
Karenna hadn’t even seen them “Oh. Those, no, those look fine.”
Mary-Ann looked at her in a inquisitive way. Karenna didn’t want to seem unobservant, she made the excuse “I’ve never been, how am I supposed to know what’s expected of me?”
Mary-Ann shook her head and the two got in line for a beach chair. Standing behind Mary-Ann, Karenna bounced her legs a little. Her bladder had now filled to the point were she would have normally taken care of it, but with the quality of the bathrooms, she was hoping she could convince Mary-Ann to have fun with her.
Once the two got onto the sand, picking out a spot wasn’t difficult. The birds sounded so unique to Karenna. She loved their call. She would have enjoyed it more if her bladder wasn’t already calling to her more dramatically. The two set up in a rather open spot. While there weren’t too many people nearby, there were no rocks or other coverings either, they were trapped in the hot sun. Mary-Ann and Karenna laid out their towels, and Karenna put their small lunch pail in the center. It wasn’t much. Some waters and small snacks, but as she bent over to stick it in the sand, Karenna felt a slight discomfort in her abdomen. Normally, she tried to keep her needs hidden. But instead now with Mary-Ann she felt excitement. It was as if she was initiating some sort of game. Karenna tried to say it in a slightly extended way, purposefully choosing her words.
“Hey boss,” Mary-Ann looked up from setting up her chair. Karenna continued, hanging on her own words “I had an extra water at breakfast. I kinda have to piss right now. Did you see a clean bathroom? The only ones I saw were gross.”
“I don’t think I’d ever use a bathroom at a public beach Kar. Everyone uses their swimsuit.” As Mary-Ann spoke, she slipped her top off.
Karenna admired her boss’s C-Cups, and the cleavage that her two-piece showed. Karenna thought of a response as she slipped her own tank top and tracksuit pants off, revealing her red one-piece. Her voice was stolen as Mary-Ann shimmied out of her navy blue leggings. Karenna was filled with lust as she could only imagine Mary-Ann stripping for her. She unabashedly stared at her boss’s toned ass. The floral bikini hid little.
“Everyone does it.” Karenna looked up as Mary-Ann turned around. “It’s not strange here, trust me.”
Karenna smiled and nodded, hoping she wasn’t caught. Mary-Ann spoke “And could you not look at me like that. I’m ok with you and girls and all, but. Please.”
Karenna nodded and changed the subject “So its cool if I just, pee right here?”
“Yeah”
Karenna shrugged. Some of the excitement was sapped when Mary-Ann told her that other did it too. But nonetheless, Karenna widened her stance and let go. Instantly, her fresh piss filled the crotch of her bathing suit. It was warm, and like the warmth of the sun, Karenna found it relaxing. She sighed as two separate, smaller rivulets trickled down her inner thigh, and made small droplets off her legs. The sand reacted loudly as a long stream soaked through her swimsuit. At the sound, Mary-Ann turned, and to Karenna’s surpise, proclaimed
“No! No, not right here, plug it!”
Gripping her crotch and dancing in place, Karenna complained
“What? What? What’s the matter?” As she protested, her urine was still spilling over her hand.
As it eventually halted, Mary-Ann explained
“You can’t be so open about it. Here, like this.”
Mary-Ann turned her back to Karenna, and got down on all fours. She bent over the lunch pail and pretended to look for something inside. Karenna was fixated on Mary-Ann’s bikini bottoms as they darkened and distended, quickly filling up. Like Karenna’s, two rivulets spilled out of her filling bottoms and ran down Mary-Ann’s thigh. A stronger flow spilled through, and it silently streamed into the sand, darkening it.
The sight of her boss peeing her bikini was too much for Karenna’s sympathetic bladder, and she resumed pissing in hers. Against her will it flowed over her hand, and flowed down her thighs. Looking for help she let Mary-Ann know
“I-I can’t hide it like that. I can’t stop it.”
“Then sit down and do it!” Mary-Ann commanded, her own flow still wetting her bottoms
Karenna awkwardly sat down, her streaming piss changing directions as she did. Plopping down in the wet sand, she started to finish.
She stared at Mary-Ann’s pee running out of her swimsuit and enjoyed the feeling of her own. It felt different than when she had gone this morning in her jeans. Rather than stick to her legs, her piss was free to fall off of her. She wasn’t sure which she enjoyed more. Her bladder fully deflated, she enjoyed watching Mary-Ann finish hers. Part of her wanted to try it. Just start going while she did something else.
Mary-Ann rose and shook off some of the sand particles that clung to her. She looked down at Karenna, who was sitting in a darkened circle of sand.
“Done?”
“Just about. I needed that.”
“You and me both. I’m going to hit the water if you want to come.”
Standing, Karenna followed Mary-Ann down the gentle bank towards the water. She tried to stare again at her boss’s crotch, attempting to make out an obvious dark patch. It was difficult. Looking down at herself, hers was obvious. When she clutched herself, the stream must have shot upward, and it was clear to one passer by that she peed herself. He looked down at her crotch as he was exiting the water. Looking up at Karenna, he smiled. She smiled back. The water was cold, and as she and Mary-Ann waded into the sea, Karenna felt her second urge. Without a moment’s hesitation, she let go, warming her now wet swimsuit. She wasn’t expecting the warmth of her piss to expand around her and Mary-Ann looked at her
“Again?”
“All the time. When I was with Sarah, and had just finished wetting, she took so much time yelling at me that this second wave hit me. It always happens.”
“So what did you do?”
Karenna shrugged “I let it go. I was so tired of trying to hold it. You should have seen how mad she was.”
The two laughed about it as Karenna finished peeing again. They frolicked in the water for a little before heading back onto the sand. By the time they returned to their things, Much of the sand had dried in the sun, leaving little evidence behind. Sitting on a towel to dry, Karenna began to read some business articles she had brought along, and sipped a water, while Mary-Ann read her book on psychology.
By the time Karenna reached for her third water, Mary-Ann had finished them. It was hot in the sun for sure, but the still slightly hungover business woman had downed all of the rest. Karenna had only finished two. She was starting to get bored, there was only so much to read. Striking up a conversation, she asked Mary-Ann about the articles she had read.
“Do you really think we only have 24 more months on this market cycle?”
“Anything is possible, but I don’t think so, no.”
“Why not?
“As long as the Fed.” There was a slight pause in Mary-Ann’s sentence.
Karenna heard splattering. Looking down, she could see that Mary-Ann had started to pee again. Mary-Ann continued her sentence
“Keeps rates in the 2s, people are going to want to buy. Its artificial demand in that respect, but that doesn’t mean its not real buying power on the consumer side.”
There was a silence between the two. The only sound was the rushing urine running off of Mary-Ann’s chair. Karenna changed the subject to another habit.
“You mentioned that you do that to help you relax.”
Mary-Ann turned her head without moving her reclined body. She was still peeing, awaiting Karenna’s question
“What does that mean? I mean does it really work for that?”
“For me, sure. I don’t know if it would work for someone else.”
“But like. How? How does it relieve stress?”
Mary-Ann’s stream finally slowed. She tried to answer the awkward question
“Well…I hold it at work. Maybe starting around lunch. And I…C’mon Kar, don’t make me answer this!” She finally stopped peeing
“I’m just curious! I told you, I-I get it. It’s fun.”
“So you know how it feels. I get home and just hop in the shower.”
“In your work clothes?”
“No. Old ones.”
Karenna nodded. There was another silence between the two. Karenna wanted to tell her about this morning, if only to share the experience. She could only think to ask another question.
“D-do you ever like, imagine?”
Mary-Ann looked at her, perplexed. But she let Karenna continue
“Like imagine you were in a line, and you really had to go…” Karenna could feel herself get aroused as she threw out another scenario “Or like, a ton of people were watching you a-”
“No. I don’t. And this is going a bit too far. I told you, I’m glad we can share in what ever the hell this is together. But I don’t know if I’m ready to discuss things like that with you.”
Karenna understood. But internally she begged to wet with Mary-Ann again.
The two sat on the beach for another hour, but as the sun started to set, they decided it was time to go. Having enjoyed her first time on the beach Karenna wished she had more time to enjoy the sun. As the two packed up and dressed, Karenna was happy to have her red tracksuit pants and white tank top back on. It was warmer than her one-piece was. Karenna was disappointed when Mary-Ann shapely butt slipped back into her grey leggings and her breasts were covered again by a nice t-shirt. The walk back across the sand was easy enough, as was the return of the chair. Mary-Ann had dumped the last of her water bottle on it, and the evidence of her nonchalant wetting was nonexistent. But as the pair reached the boardwalk, they ran into some traffic.
Their rideshare was already waiting in the parking lot, but there was little movement. Karenna felt excited again as she felt a twinge in her bladder. Her two waters had finally made their way down. Even in a stopped car, she could only imagine the fun she might be able to get into.
It wasn’t more than twenty minuets of stopped cars before they exited the boardwalk. A stay like that made Karenna thankful that she hadn’t been anymore desperate, or she would have been in trouble. As it was, she was now comfortably full. She admired the old buildings near the beach. Part of her wanted to move to a nice spot on the sand. Somewhere where she could see the ocean every day. She already missed the calls of the seagulls. She had gotten used to them in just one afternoon. As they hit the highway before getting back into the city, Karenna took one last glance at the sea. It shimmered back at her.
Karenna was ready to announce her need once she could see the top of the casino. The downtown was starting to pick up with nightlife and traffic had slowed. Leaning over to Mary-Ann, Karenna felt excited again. For once in her life she was happy to announce her need.
“I hope this isn’t too much longer. I have to pee.”
Mary-Ann whispered back “I know. That wait at the beach killed me. At least we can see the hotel from here. But I got to pee!”
The two giggled in the backseat. Indeed, Mary-Ann had been full for quite some time, but she was confident in her abilities and was just enjoying the hold. Crossing one leg over the other, she rested her hand over her crotch. She looked at Karenna. Her friend was staring out the window, looking towards the top of the casino. Mary-Ann smiled. As strange as it was, she had to admit, they had fun together.
The casino lobby was crowded as usual, but not enough to get in the girls way. As the two business women waited for the elevator to pick them up, Karenna decided to feign her desperation a little. She pointed her feet towards each other and canted her knees slightly forward. It was more subtle than if her had grabbed herself or bent all they way forward, the way she had been she wet in front of Sarah, but Karenna hoped that maybe Mary-Ann would see it. In some way, Karenna hoped that it was part of the game. To show that you needed to go.
Mary-Ann saw it as the two entered the elevator. Alone, Mary-Ann stole a grab at her crotch. Karenna noticed this action herself. Assuming Mary-Ann was playing the same game, Karenna asked
“This is half the fun, huh boss?”
“What is?”
“You know” Karenna bobbed her knees, again over exaggerating her desperation a little “The little dances and weaves.”
“You’re having too much fun with this.” Mary-Ann teased
The elevator doors opened and the two friends made their way to their room. As Mary-Ann passed through the common area, and made her way to the bathroom, Karenna decided to ask
“Are you going first?”
“I was planning on it.”
“Well…I was thinking…I might not make it and all…” Karenna didn’t know how to communicate
“Just ask me what you want to ask me.” Mary-Ann was trying to guide her
“I-I’m going to piss my pants. Would you like to join me?” Karenna cringed as she asked the question
Mary-Ann laughed, it was awkward, but it was direct. She got what she asked for more or less. Motioning towards the balcony door she added
“After you.”
As the two stepped out on the balcony, aware of what they were about to do, Mary-Ann was direct as well
“You know, if we’re going to share this, I think we need a better codeword.”
Reaching a corner of the balcony, Karenna asked
“What about ‘I can’t hold it anymore’?” As she suggested this, she let go releasing a trickle of pee into her swimsuit.
It wasn’t long before it overflowed her swimsuit and started to darken her red tracksuit pants. Mary-Ann was too busy thinking of another codeword to notice that her protégé had started to wet herself.
“No, that’s too, out-of-nowhere. Maybe something like-“ She looked over at Karenna as she heard urine splattering on concrete.
The telling dark streaks that ran down Karenna’s pants told Mary-Ann everything she needed to know as she started to release her own bladder
“Oh, you meant like now, like you actually-“
“Kind of. But I hope I’m not ruining your name or reputation by wetting my pants.” Karenna mocked Sarah’s words
Mary-Ann caught on to Karenna’s joke “Yeah, peeing your pants is a fire-able offence. I might have to write you up!”
Karenna had never had so much fun in her life as her pants became saturated “You’d fire me just because I can’t hold it?”
As she noticed a dark patch forming on Mary-Ann’s leggings her boss continued the banter “You should be able to hold it at your age.”
As Karenna was just about empty, she pointed to Mary-Ann’s darkening crotch “Well, what’s that? I don’t know if you can hold it either!”
Mary-Ann gripped her leggings, pulling them so her crotch soaked up her urine. Showing them off almost “I guess your right Kar, we’ll have to call it even!”
The two friends laughed. Half at the absurdity of their actions, but more so at their mockery of Sarah. As Karenna’s flow tapered off, Mary-Ann’s was still strong. The inside of her thighs glistened and started to bathe in warmth as pee ran down the inseam of her leggings. They had become dark as they were overran by Mary-Ann’s act. Exhaling with relief Mary-Ann asked a pertinent question.
“Kar, didn’t you say you always go twice?”
Karenna smiled “Your right boss. I was just waiting on it.” A low hiss escaped Karenna’s body.
Her red pants were darkened again as she released a few more seconds of urine escape into her pants.
“You know, I did just pee my last pair of clean pants.”
“I brought extra. You can wear my jeans on the plane.” Mary-Ann’s cuffs dripped with the last of her pee
“So you were planning on keeping this to yourself!” Karenna jokingly accused
“No! I just always pack extra. Well” Mary-Ann decided to admit it “Maybe one pair. But we’re way past that now.”
The two giggled again, their puddles met on the balcony.
“Do you think” Karenna paused. She wanted to ask but part of her still feared rejection. “Could we..” She was having trouble
“Kar, I have pee running down my legs. Ask me what you want to, I’m not going to judge you.”
Gaining her courage, Karenna asked “Maybe one day, we can plan a girls trip and-“
“Pack extra clothes?” Mary-Ann finished her sentence.
Karenna nodded.
“Tell you what, hit your goals for the end of the year- and we’ll plan something.”
The two smiled at each other. Turning to watch the sun set, they both contemplated in their wet pants. While Karenna was expecting to find out more about Mary-Ann’s past on this trip, she found something even greater. She found her confidant. The one person she could go to and ask nearly anything. She just wished she didn’t find her so attractive.
Mary-Ann had expected to make friends with Karenna on this trip. She wasn’t expecting to be best friends, nor was she expecting to leave with the desire to protect and promote Karenna as much as she could. And she wasn’t expecting to lose Sarah either
While both women had found more than they had expected on their trip, they could both agree that they shared a great indelible bond, one that could survive any test.
A/N: What should their codeword be? This would be a phrase used if Mary-Ann and Karenna are playing and one of them is going to wet or asking the other if they'd like to wet as well
Edited November 5, 2021 by knockonthedoor
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A/N: Well, a day late and a dollar short, or two days. Sorry for the delay on this one. I had wanted to keep it to 1k, but I had a better idea for the ending, so I had to take some extra time. This interlude features a request by @Bucketman, and is the first completed request. Next up is @orangelion's request, who also has their suggestion for a codeword featured in this section. Though they request first, it made better sense story wise, because their section will feature a new- and important character as well! There's still one spot open for this round of 3 interludes, so if you have a request for a scene, make a suggestion. Though I reserve the right to decline or any reason. Lastly, tell me how I did! Bedwetting isn't usually part of my wheelhouse, so let me know what can be improved! I promise the next section will be on time for Thursday 11.11.2021
Interlude 2.1
The Friday evening drive home was always a chore. Traffic never cooperated, and the anticipation of a two day respite was great enough to make the minuets feel like hours. Pulling off the highway, Karenna found herself in a stare down with the red traffic light. She was tired and needed to pee, a situation most people would begrudge on a Friday night, but for Karenna, it was a fun debate to keep her mind occupied. In the nearly two weeks since her business trip with Mary-Ann, she found herself craving more experiences. But opportunities were limited. The light turned green. Coming home wasn’t so easy, her first night alone had felt just that- alone. She had laid in bed awake, their acts running through her mind. It was fun for Karenna, something so taboo that the two could enjoy together, but alone it turned sexual. Alone she was invaded by her own desires. It was just a few nights before she had to admit to herself that she was attracted to Mary-Ann. It wasn’t lust she was afraid of. Karenna was terrified that she might actually love her. Recently her sexual fantasies had been more or less a variation of the same concept. Karenna would wet herself and pretend that she was in front of Mary-Ann or a crowd of on lookers. Mary-Ann would care for the ‘embarrassed’ Karenna and the young black woman would pleasure herself at the thought of her caring boss comforting her, in every way imaginable.
She had turned left and was headed home. With her nipples hardened and her nethers warming to her recounting of her fantasies, she was hoping to get back to her apartment and stave off another round of desires.
As if to mock her, she wasn’t more than a block from home when her phone rang. It was Mary-Ann. Their calls had gotten more frequent and more and more casual, a sign of their bond. Nonetheless, it glued Karenna’s thoughts to the other end of the receiver. She picked up
“Hey boss, miss me already?” She felt that was too on the nose
“Of course Kar. No but actually, I was calling to let you know that Cassie passed her phone interview today.”
“Really? You sure about her?”
“No. But I took a chance on you and look how that turned out.”
Yeah but I’m me. Karenna wanted to remind Mary-Ann, instead she replied
“I guess. I still think she’s too crass. Too raw.”
“Well, she’ll be in next Tuesday. I saw you closed the Stevenson loan.”
The two continued to talk business, recapping the week and discussing their plans for next week. As Karenna parked in her spot, she took a long look at her lonely apartment building. Mary-Ann was still discussing a new business concept, and while Karenna was interested in learning, she was more interested in steering their talk to a more pertinent subject. Karenna hadn’t gotten the opportunity to play with Mary-Ann since their trip, and now that she had her friend on the phone, Karenna was going to take her opportunity. It was an easy decision, to decide to pee her pants, and not one that she would have even considered a month ago. But the challenge was going to be to advance the conversation in that direction.
Taking her phone off of speaker and getting out of her parked car, Karenna responded to Mary-Ann’s statement
“Yeah, I just don’t know how effective radio ads still are. I get that they’re cheap, but how many people are we reaching? And are they the people we want to work with?” Karenna trudged up the stairs, her need increasing as she fumbled for her keys. A perfect opening to change the conversation.
She let Mary-Ann know she was putting her phone down as she unlocked her door. This broke the conversation, putting the ball back in her court. She swung her heavy door back open and grabbed her phone, ready to swing the conversation in the direction she wanted.
“Sorry about that boss. You ever feel like the door is a little triggering?”
Mary-Ann sounded confused “No? Triggering? What do you mean?”
“Well, I forgot to make that last ‘pit stop’ before leaving the office, and I feel like it just got a hundred times worse when I tried the lock.”
“Sure. You ‘forgot’” Mary-Ann playfully teased
“Hey, I behave during the workday!” Karenna was being honest, she was proud of herself for that much
“Oh! That reminds me.” Mary-Ann had moved off of work. Karenna wondered if this had just been a social call all along. “Guess who called me Wednesday?”
“I have a pretty good idea boss” Karenna walked around the corner to her dresser. Picking out a pair of tight jorts, she started to undress her business bottoms
“Tyler. The guy finally found some courage.” Mary-Ann’s voice was higher pitched. Her excitement obvious
“Sounds like fun.” That was the best Karenna could do as she slipped her jorts on over her grey panties. She still wore her white blouse and blazer. An odd combo
“He was so nervous. It was real cute.” Her voice trailed off as if she wanted to add something. Karenna prodded
“So? What happened?”
“Well, we have coffee next Thursday. But I kind of wonder if he’d be so nervous if he knew that I had just…um…had my ‘dam’ burst.”
“Wait! Boss that’s it!”
“That what?”
“You remember, the last day? We were out on the balcony-“
“Yeah, and it was super awkward for about five seconds.” The two friends laughed, both recalling the event
“So that’s the codeword!” Karenna was excited “The dam won't hold. Or something like that. A lot better than how I tried to say it!”
The two broke into laughter again, a fond memory for the both of them. Karenna continued
“So you’re talking to your crush in your pee pants…” As she said this she let herself leak. Just a little
Mary-Ann nervously laughed “Yeah. I mean. Can you imagine if he knew how I looked?”
Karenna smiled to herself. She wanted to ask Mary-Ann what she had been wearing. She knew that would be a question to far. She settled for releasing another spurt in her panties. Making her way into her small, tiled kitchen, she knew what she was about to do. She went for it. She was going to piss her jorts and Mary-Ann would know about it.
“I wouldn’t have minded what you looked like boss.” Karenna said in a playful manner, as she started leaking again
“I’m sure you’d accommodate me and my wet pants Kar. But don’t let me take up your whole night-“
Karenna interrupted. Her purposeful leak had become a slow stream. Her crotch was feeling a familiar warm and she was out of time if she was going to tell Mary-Ann.
“Yeah, this conversation went on a little too long.” A hiss escaped her body as her jorts began to darken, trying to absorb her full force
“Oh, what? Now your ‘dam’ won’t hold?” Mary-Ann asked spiritedly
“Uh-huh.” Karenna wanted to say more but she was enjoying the warm wet sensation down her thighs too much. Mary-Ann took up the mantle
“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you did that on purpose!” Her cheerful tone was infectious
“No! Of course not!” Karenna said lightheartedly “You know I did make an extra trip to the water cooler, and we were having such a pleasant talk. That’s why I’m standing in a puddle, honest! I mean, who would do this on purpose?”
The two friends chortled as Karenna was finishing her pee. Her jorts had not done a great job at absorbing her yellowish pee, and despite the wide and obvious stain, Karenna could feel the excess dripping down and over her feet. It joined the rest of her puddle. Her act had been obvious had anyone seen her, and Karenna was exhilarated in having shared it with Mary-Ann.
“Don’t know if you’re done, but there was a point to my calling you.” Mary-Ann’s laughter had died down
“Do tell.”
“Would you like to get lunch for ourselves tomorrow?”
“I can’t really tomorrow, I have that new mattress being delivered. Next weekend?”
“Sure thing. And try to remember to use the restroom at the office. Remember, peeing your pants is a fire-able offence.”
The two buddies laughed at Sarah’s expense.
“Hey, you too boss! Let’s not forget who started this whole thing! Lets just hope you make it home.”
“I don’t know, it seemed like you had so much fun. And it is a bit of a long ride from here…” Mary-Ann let her voice trail off provocatively
The two hung up amicably, their little game had brought them so much joy. But Karenna wasn’t done. That second wave of desperation had hit her as it always did, and it would need to be released. Karenna pretzeled her legs and gripped her womanhood tightly. She wasn’t that desperate, but she had switched games. No longer was she the friend in a two person game. No longer was she spitting in the face of taboo and embarrassment. Now she was embracing it. In her mind, as she released her second wave of urine, she was alone again.
It ran down the same darkened patterns, and splattered into the same cold puddle of pee that she stood in. But Karenna was now just that. In her mind she was just scared and alone, unable to find a toilet in time. As it ran over her hand and sprayed the tiled floor again, Karenna pined for this side too. And though her second stream was already tapering off, she still weakly put her free hand in front of her face. She pretended the apparitions were taking photos. She imagined the flashes of twenty different cameras as her flow stopped. She imagined that they all had their little images. That she would be stuck in that time. A woman in her puddle of piss, and her stained jorts.
As she finished her clean up, Karenna couldn’t help but wonder if she could manufacture the shame that she desired. She replayed her conversation with Mary-Ann over and over again. An idea struck her. She was tired, and after a light dinner would see herself off to an early sleep. But if she had an extra glass of wine or two at dinner, maybe she could have some fun with her old mattress on its last day. She set her alarm for just an hour before the movers were supposed to show. If she woke up wet, she’d have to rush to hide it; if she woke up dry, perhaps she could manufacture a wet bed anyway.
Sticking to her plan, she had her light dinner. An extra glass of wine. Or two. She hadn’t been sleeping well, and had planned to take a sleeping pill either way, but when combined with the wine in her system, Karenna was drowsy in just a few moments. Having already donned her pajamas, it felt like a chore to move her tired body to her bedspread. As she crawled under the covers, her phone buzzed. It was a text from Mary-Ann
I think you’re right about the lock being a little triggering. Looks like my dam didn’t hold either! 😜
A picture accompanied the text, one of Mary-Ann’s lower legs was clad in piss-stained jeans. Knowing that Mary-Ann wasn’t wearing jeans at the office today, Karenna smiled. To have a friend that enjoyed their game as much as she did was a pleasant thought. As she drifted into a deep sleep, she thought about how fun it was to have a boss that peed her pants too.
The wine had taken hours to process through Karenna’s body. Owing itself to the body’s ability to slow its processes while sleeping, the first few hours of sleep were unabated. The voices of neighbors and traffic volume penetrated the thin walls of the apartment. But they were not nearly enough to wake Karenna. Her body wished it had been. Her bladder had stretched as far as it could to protect its master, but that protection was wearing thin. Not wanting to lose the wine and water, her body tightened its grip on her bladder. Years of training had conditioned it to protect Karenna from any embarrassment that it might cause. But as her kidneys continued to dump their excess into the black woman’s bulging bladder, embarrassment might be unavoidable.
Trying it’s best to wake the slumbering Karenna, her body desperately tried to warn her. Every alarm was sent to her brain, every warning that her bladder was too full was delivered. But it wasn’t received. Karenna continued to sleep, dreamless. The sleeping pill had done its job, and her bladder was paying the price. Her bladder was too full, and her muscles could only be tightened for so long. Her body was about to relax, and gave one more desperate plea to its master. Still, Karenna slept.
It was a shiver. Then a trickle. Had she been in the nude, the slowly forming stream would have just looked like moisture. It was clear, and had someone been near her, all they would have known was that a suspicious sound was stemming from Karenna. While not nearly as strong as her daytime wetting, her usual hiss had been relaced by a slight trickle. What sounded like a creek gently pushing itself over rocks was in fact Karenna’s urine pushing though her genital walls. As her bladder fully contracted, the slight trickle had become a small stream. She didn’t know it, but Karenna was wetting the bed.
The light fabric of her pink pajama bottoms held a little bit of her urine, but they quickly darkened. The thin fabric was just a temporary barrier as Karenna’s piss started to soak the sheets. Unlike her typical standing wettings, the pee pooled around her crotch, forming a small lake just below her crotch. The pool of urine seeped into her pajama legs, giving her formerly pink fabric a dark hue. As the last of her urine poured out, it soaked the back of her loose shirt. The entirety of Karenna’s butt was drenched in urine. Karenna’s spread legs now housed a cooling pool of urine. Without knowing it, Karenna had peed her pajamas and in her bed.
Waking up was a blur. Whether it was eight in the morning or noon, Karenna had no idea. Was her phone ringing? Wasn’t it her alarm? No. Someone was calling her. She reached for it, and felt a cold pool of liquid. As she grabbed her phone off the night stand, she felt naughty. While not the shame she was hoping for, it was still something different. Her phone gave her an unrecognized number. As she felt the familiar feeling of a desperately needed morning pee, she sensed an opportunity for more play. Expecting a spam caller, she picked up the phone and began to relieve her bladder into her pajamas and bed. Her cold crotch quickly warmed again and she answered the phone
“Hi is this Ms. Bryant?” It wasn’t a spam caller
“This is she.”
“Are you home today? We have your mattress” The man had some strain in his voice, obviously from the weight of the object
“Umm…Ah...ahh! Just…Just give me a moment!” Karenna had to think fast. She had intended, if had had been, tell the spam caller that they made her pee herself. She tried to stem the flow.
Clutching herself, her hand was immersed in a lukewarm puddle of pee. Stopping was hard. A jet of urine escaped. Then another spirt. She compressed her legs. They dragged through her puddle as well. Finally she stopped, still desperate. She couldn’t get the door in her pajamas, especially now that they were piss stained pink shorts. Though she was panicking, her hardened nipples told the real story. Bouncing in front of her dresser, Karenna quickly removed her darkened shorts. Next was her shirt. She flung them around the corner into the open bathroom. She crossed her legs as she flung a yellow sundress on. She didn’t have time for underwear. It was as unseasonable as her dress, but at this point necessary.
There was a knock on the door. The men had been waiting for nearly 20 minutes. What was Karenna to do about the sheets? She flung them aside, her puddle dripping onto the carpeted floor. Her old mattress now showed a wet stain. One that was not coming out in a few moments. Thinking quickly, she tossed her white shirt over the stain. It covered it well, but for how long?
She finally answered the door. Trying to conceal her desperation was an immense challenge. Both the men were annoyed as they lugged the large box into the den. She had them set it down in the middle of the room, and as they both turned to set their heavy load down, Karenna crossed her legs. She felt like she was moments away from losing it on the floor. Exhaling at the pain she tried to look normal. One of the men gave her a stare. He had mistaken her exasperation for impatience. She would take that over him knowing the truth. Standing, the two men prepped to take her old mattress away. Karenna had to think quickly
“Oh, let me help with that.”
“It’s fine Ma’am, we can handle it.”
“No! No, see it’s close to the wall and…” She nearly started to pee “…and it’s awkward without three people.”
“Whatever. Take the end next to Cliff.”
“I think I’d be better in the middle.” Clumsily smiling she hoped she could get away with it
“Whatever.” He shrugged again
Just don’t pee. Flip the mattress for them. Take your shirt. Don’t pee. Just don’t pee. Oh my God you’re peeing
The strain in lifting and flipping the heavy mattress was too much for her small frame. A quick spirt and a small trickle followed. It stopped, just for a moment. A bead of pee ran down her leg and onto the carpet. Cringing she helped move the now flipped mattress through her small apartment. As they neared the door she removed her shirt, its cover over her stain no longer needed. She was about to explode. She set her shirt down on the small table and grabbed her purse. The two men opened the door. As she grabbed an ample tip, she knew she was out of time. She wobbled towards the door, trying to stay composed. A spurt. A leak. A flow. As she handed the man a generous sum of money over his shoulder, she crossed her legs. An attempt to hid the fact that a small stream of pee was running down the back of them. She hoped there was no sound as it escaped. The man was about to leave. He saw the tip. He turned to thank her.
“Woah! Hey you’re alright after all.”
“N-no…nah n-no problem.” Karenna sputtered out, a small puddle began to form down her leg.
She nearly closed the door on the confused man. Whether or not he saw her, Karenna didn’t care. She sprinted towards the bathroom, her holding ability nearly dashed. Pee was starting to spray out of her. A trail followed her as she flung the bathroom door open. With pee running down her legs Karenna decided to sit on the brim of the tub. Finally relaxing, she sighed.
Her urine charged forth, splattering the walls of the tub and spraying her butt with the residue. As she hissed into her tub, her tub drain started to gurgle, evidence of a long-held pee. Karenna grabbed the sides of the bathtub for support. Moaning with relief as she enjoyed the release, Karenna looked back down the hall. Cleaning up a trail of pee was going to be her next task, but as her deflated bladder finally started to empty, she reflected on the whole experience.
It had been her first bedwetting as an adult. She certainly enjoyed the embarrassment and surprise of waking up to wet shorts and an obvious accident, but she felt short changed from missing the experience of the wetting itself. Maybe next time, she’d be awake while she wet her sheets. After all, she did have a new bed to christen.
Edited November 9, 2021 by knockonthedoor
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A/N: Hey, we're back on schedule, how about that! Anyway, here is interlude 2.2, and boy is it spicy! It's my first time writing a post pee sex scene, so I'm a little worried about how it came out. I like the sexual part of omo, sure, but I also really like how softcore it can be. Did I go too far? Let me know, also, there's a question I want you to answer at the bottom, after you're done reading. Lastly, the peeing aspect was requested by @orangelion, and I have to say, I really liked it! A similar scenario might show up again in chapter 4. As always, feedback is not only appreciated, but encouraged, and you too can suggest a scene for an interlude, either comment it or send me a DM. Next part should be available on Sunday 11.14.2021
Interlude 2.2:
The beat of the music drove Karenna’s hips. Swaying back and forth, locking in each place, her skintight red dress hung to her gyrating body. Even in the brief flashes of light, Karenna could hardly make out who she was dancing with. He was tall, she could tell that much. He was an awkward dancer. Karenna knew she stood out, even with him. Her dress sparkled as each of the lights of the club bounced off her small stature. With each sway of her hips, she temporarily exercised her problems out. A few drinks in, and she was alive.
She felt a stroke on her left shoulder. A touch. The smallest of hairs on her arms stood at attention. She shivered. She spun. Standing at Karenna’s eye level was a petite Asian woman. Her smoky eye makeup gave her a devilish appearance in the dark. The two acquaintances spun each other around. Their hands locking for the first time. Karenna felt cold, excited. Something was different about this girl. She seductively danced herself was closer to Karenna. Ran a hand up her thigh. Karenna couldn’t help but moan. The two locked eyes. Karenna staring, the other woman blinked, avoiding Karenna’s gaze. Trying to win her back, Karenna reached out. She touched the smooth skin on her partner’s arm. The woman turned, a sly smile on her face. The two moved their hips the beat of the music. Another song, this one slower. As Karenna slowed down, she felt her earlier drinks catch her bladder. Deciding to go after this song, she stoked the back of her partner. The woman’s strapless black dress was harsh, a different texture than her soft skin. She responded, lightly swishing her hand from the hem of Karenna’s dress, just missing her snatch, up to her breasts. Though her hand never made contact, as it brushed over her bladder, Karenna instinctively closed her thighs. An obvious move, she felt a flash of embarrassment.
The woman looked down, having seen Karenna’s movement. She met Karenna’s eyes and winked. Lightly sliding a finger over Karenna's left shoulder, she leaned in, talking just over the music
“My kind of girl.”
Karenna’s heart skipped a beat. Infatuation and lust filled her veins. Desire warmed her body. As the song ended, so did their dance. Sliding away, Karenna gave her own wink back. Guided by instinct she actually spoke
“Don’t go away.”
The other woman smiled as Karenna slipped her way past the bar towards the bathrooms. Karenna no longer felt the beat of the music. She was walking on air, her heart nearly falling out of her chest. A rush so great she nearly felt faint. Their was a fairly long line for the ladies. Typical. Though it gave her time to lean against the wall and catch her breath. This reprieve was short as the same woman stood next to her. Karenna got a look at her similar breast size. She was cute. And very clearly interested.
“That was quite the show.” The woman started
“You’re quite the dancer” Karenna responded
She smiled slyly, “I was more interested in that move at the end.”
“This?” Karenna crossed her legs and bounced her hips. The move outweighed her desperation
“Yeah. That. You have a name as cute as that wiggle?”
“Karenna, you?”
The woman put a hand on Karenna back. Shivers again “I think I’ll just call you K.”
“Pet names already?” Karenna batted her eye lashes, hoping they hid her complete arousal
“I don’t know. Are you a pet?”
The line moved up one
“I can be. If you’re nice enough.”
“Seems like you got a little bite.” She leaned over Karenna’s left shoulder, whispering now “Or maybe you’re just frisky because you’ve got to piss?”
Karenna jogged her legs in place “Maybe.”
“See, I think you’re lying to me.”
Karenna turned her head, craning her neck to lock eyes with this woman “Really?” She asked in a low tone
“I think you’re trying to hide it. I think you had one extra and this whole time; you’ve been waiting for it.”
Karenna got a sparkle in her eye. She wished that was the case. But she wanted to play.
“You’ve been waiting too long, haven’t you?”
Karenna was melting into her emotions. She moaned in response. Her quean continued to lure her
“I know you’re desperate K. This line isn’t moving and I think you’re about to piss yourself.”
It wasn’t true. Karenna wanted to be. She was out of words as her nipples hardened from pleasure. Her panties were wet in another way.
“But you know what K?”
Karenna looked at her, her eyes ablaze with lust.
“Me too.”
Karenna nearly came on the spot. She could hardly control her breathing. Her whole body wobbled in anticipation. The woman pulled on Karenna’s shoulder, her butt collided with the alluring girls genitals. Whispering in Karenna’s left ear, she spoke
“It’s always important to take your pets out to squat- isn’t it?”
Karenna moaned again.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you”
Karenna was incapable of words.
“That’s not an answer K.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“I’d like to go out and…” Embarrassment caught her. Lust kicked the words out “…Squat with you”
“You want to piss for me?”
“Yes.”
“Then I need just one thing from you.”
“What? Anything.” Karenna was over taken by all of her desires
“Tell her.” The woman pointed to the girl in front of them
“W-what?” Karenna wasn’t sure what her tempting damsel wanted
“Tell her how bad you’ve got to piss. Prove that you want me.”
Karenna gulped. This is what she wanted, right? Her deepest fantasies. Shame and desire. But she was afraid. She walked up behind the unsuspecting girl. She was in thigh-high socks and a short skirt. Karenna’s palms were sweating. She had nearly forgotten her need to pee. She pushed herself though it. Every fiber of her body told her not to.
“Um…e-ex…excuse me.” The woman turned, her phone light showing her makeup covered face.
“I’ve uh…” Karenna’s mind tried its hardest to stop her. Her body demanded it. “um…I-I have to pee.”
The woman looked up from her phone “Oh. Okay?” She was confused.
Karenna didn’t know where to go with the interaction. She felt a presence behind her. Her desire for the night stood behind her. She stepped forward. Intervening on Karenna’s behalf.
“Sorry about my friend here. She’s a little shy- but she’s about to piss her panties.” She had Karenna’s shoulders as she whisked the two of them away “I’ll deal with her though.”
As she slipped Karenna out a side door, she whispered “You want this, don’t you?”
Karenna swallowed her embarrassment. Her feelings of regret. “Uh-huh”
The two snuck behind a dumpster. Karenna slid her red panties down. They went over her heels and onto the concrete. She leaned her back against the wall. She wanted a strong stream, a long pee to prolong her anticipation of what might happen after. She wouldn’t normally, but she spread her tight pussy, showing off for her potential mate. Closing her eyes, she felt a familiar rush towards her pee hole. The erotic nature of peeing with another woman was a brand new sensation. It felt-
“Shit, someone’s coming!”
Karenna couldn’t see anyone, but she wasn’t about to get arrested. She closed herself and held her hand over her crotch. It warmed as pee escaped. Then it stopped. She couldn’t find her panties and her desperation had dramatically increased. Her piss was promised an exit, and it was denied. The woman spoke again
“Did you get to pee?”
“No. And it’s bad now.”
“My place is two blocks from here, you can go there. If you can hold it.”
Karenna looked up and smiled, she knew where this was going. But her bladder was heavy, and she was desperate for the second time that day.
The woman slid behind Karenna as they exited the ally way. A small line was still out front, full of patrons attempting to get into the club. As the pair began to cross the street, a cold wind blew. Without the protection of her panties, Karenna felt the cold right up against her. A pang of desperation. Her bladder pressed against her again, begging for the release it was promised. As the two came up on a crosswalk, Karenna had to cross her legs for real. The cold air was not doing her any favors.
“Don’t even think about peeing here.” The woman slapped Karenna’s ass
The surprise contact jolted a few drops out of Karenna. She grabbed herself. The woman spoke in a low tone
“Even if you’ve got no panties to wet.”
Karenna couldn’t think of a reply. Her need had become real as her play had turned into true desperation. They finally got to walk again, the movement caused more drops to escape. Cursing herself for her play in bed that morning, she tried to nurse her weak bladder. She clenched her thighs together, stopping her walk.
“You’re not going to make it if you keep stopping.”
“I don’t think I’m going to make it either way.”
As her bladder continued to collect more alcohol from the club, she exhaled. It officially hurt now. She started to walk again, but her bladder wasn’t going to take much more of this. Another crosswalk. Karenna started to sweat
“This way.”
As she took Karenna by the shoulder, the movement was felt through her urinary system. It pounded her tried pee hole. It begged her. The street was nearly empty at this dark hour. No one would notice. Stopping to grab herself Karenna rasped her decision
“I-I reall-really need this. I’m sorry.” She started again
“No.” She heard Karenna’s jet of pee slap the concrete “NO! You piss right here and I’ll leave you here.” She lowered her tone “And you’re too cute to just leave.”
Karenna clenched again. Pee continued to spill into her hand. She was able to squeeze shut. Barely. She had two needs she wanted to desperately clear. But her bladder was soon to decide for her.
“H-how much further? I c…I don’t t-think I can wait much longer.”
“Up this street. Be a good girl for me.”
Karenna walked at a slow pace. Crossing on leg in front of the other as she did. She was sure she was slowly leaking pee as she did. A shiver. She couldn’t hold it anymore
“I-I’m peeing.”
A clear jet of pee shot forth. The sidewalk was quickly splashed with a desperately held piss. It splashed Karenna’s heels as more relief stuck her. She felt something. A hand. It forced her walls shut.
“I told you. You’re going to hold it.” Karenna’s pee slid out of the slits in the woman’s fingers, still hitting the concrete.
A jet sprayed up from her pee hole and wet her dress in the front. The woman commanded
“And you’ll hold it because I told you to. Now stop pissing.”
Karenna tried to do as commanded. It sputtered, her flow slowing down. She put her hands over the woman’s. Karenna had never been so turned on in her life. As her pee shut off, Karenna looked over her left shoulder. She tried to kiss this mystery woman. She had more power over Karenna bladder than even she did. The woman pull away
“Since you can’t hold it like a good girl, I’m going to help you. But you better not piss in my hand.”
“I-I’ll try.”
“You’d better. Apartment is just up ahead.”
As the two walked at Karenna’s speed, the woman began massage Karenna’s exposed pussy. A range of emotions pulsed through her. Her release and her desire for sex diminished her bladder’s priority. While it still burned in anticipation to be voided, she made her way to the white awning of the old brick building. The paint was peeling off the doors. Karenna stopped in front of them, still holding herself. The woman spoke
“I’m taking my hand away. If you piss on the door, I’m leaving you out here. Is that clear?”
“Uh-huh.” Karenna could hardly speak though her desperation for both sex and relief
Slowly the woman let go, and Karenna tightened her muscles, asking for one last hold. As the woman’s hand left, Karenna placed her own hands back over her exposed self. She held it, though not without difficulty.
“H-hurry.”
The woman didn’t respond to her plea. She opened the door, the hallway was hot, exceedingly so. The first door on the left. Apartment number 3. Just before the stairs. Karenna shook in front of the door. Quivering. The woman slowly unlocked the door, and gently pushed it open. Karenna tried to rush inside but her shoulder was caught. Now just inside the door to the dark room, the woman held her.
“P-please I-I can’t.”
“I know. I know you can’t hold it anymore. I know your going to piss on my floor.” She closed the door with her free hand and took Karenna’s womanhood again.
“But I’m going to let you be bad.”
In a moment the hardwood floor was splattering. Karenna had never relaxed so fast in her life. It splattered her legs, and soaked the woman’s hand. In the erotic experience she was having, she still wished she was wearing her panties. With the woman’s hand over her, she couldn’t even pull her dress down to wet it. Surprised at how much she missed that part of it, her feelings were replaced by the fact that she was about to cum. Her hissing pee was starting to die down and the woman had begun manipulating her clit. She told Karenna
“But bad girls need to be punished. And you’ve been so dirty.”
As the two made out Karenna’s dress found its way into her puddle. The woman guided her into the bedroom, Karenna found it hard to see in the dark. As the two collapsed om the bed, Karenna was handed something.
“Bite these, you’re going to scream.”
They were her panties. How this woman got her hands on them wasn’t a problem right now, Karenna needed this. And scream she did.
Having finished writhing and pleasuring each other, Karenna lay on this strangers bed, spent. Reflecting, she finally asked again
“What is your name?”
The woman turned to Karenna, and swung her leg over the nude girl. Karenna felt a warm sensation on her stomach. Whoever they were, they were peeing on her. Relaxing, Karenna let go too, peeing the bed as well. The woman leaned in close again. Finally whispering in Karenna’s left ear.
“I’m Chloe. And I’m the worst mistake of your life.”
A/N: So what do you all think of Chloe? Does she fit her role well, or is she too over the top? Would really love your first impressions of her, because, without spooling anything, she will be reoccurring. In what capacity? There are certain clues I left in some of the descriptions, which should let careful readers in on the direction of Karenna's ark.
Edited November 12, 2021 by knockonthedoor
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A/N: You won't mind if I post a little early, would you? Here's the final Interlude before chapter 4, and Mary-Ann may have finally met her prince. Though the question is, will he found out about her "habit"? And What will he think of it? While not all answered in this interlude, like with Chloe, I'd like your first impressions of Tyler, and their relationship. How does it compare to Karenna's? I also went with a more traditional description here, and tried to be more concrete. Let me know how I did, feedback as always is not only appreciated, but encouraged. Don't be afraid to tell me what you like or don't like or if you have a suggestion, scenario or otherwise!
Interlude 2.3
The warm dashboard provided a crisp juxtaposition to the cool air outside. Having just left the gym, Mary-Ann was freshly showered and bundled up in her sweater. As she sipped her what remained of her gym water, she couldn’t get the dry feeling out of her mouth. It had been months since she went on a date, and even longer since she had been on one with a guy she was actually interested in. What it was about him, she didn’t know. Perhaps it was because of their last few interactions, she had been wet or wetting in all of them. Maybe it was jealousy. She had spoken to Karenna the night before, and Karenna had mentioned that she had found someone, while Mary-Ann was happy for her friend, she couldn’t help but feel a little alone. She could see her favorite coffee shop just beyond the red light. She took another drink from her water bottle. In an attempt to finish it, she overflowed her mouth, spilling excess water on her cozy sweater. Mary-Ann cursed as she tried to dry the expensive fleece with her hand.
The light turned green, and she nearly ran into the back of the car in front of her. Her mind was focused on making a good impression. Waiting for an opening in traffic, so that she could turn into the small strip mall, Mary-Ann preened her favorite light jeans. They were casual, but tight. As she turned into the parking lot, she knew she could show-off nicely.
Mary-Ann was happy there was no line, and Hanna was working today, the ever cheerful girl was happy to see Mary-Ann.
“Hey! Mary-Ann! You’re here a little late!”
“Well, I’m meeting someone.”
“Oh? Business?”
Mary-Ann smiled sheepishly. “No…a date.” She couldn’t help but smile
“Aww, good for you!” Hanna leaned in closer “Are they here yet?” She whispered
Mary-Ann scanned the room, not expecting to see him. But she found him. Alone at a table for two. Set up nicely in the corner, engrossed in his tablet. Mary-Ann turned back to Hanna.
“That guy, right there”
“Tyler? He’s cute.”
“You know him?”
“Yeah! He and my sister went to high school together!”
“Really? Is that still going well for you.”
“Yeah, but being a 19 year-old is a little embarrassing. It sucks having an early birthday. You’re getting the usual, right?”
Mary-Ann nodded. Hanna turned to start making it. Silent for a moment. When she returned to ring up Mary-Ann’s order, Mary-Ann continued
“I missed your birthday? You should have said something, I’m in here enough.” The two laughed. Another patron stepped up behind Mary-Ann.
“It was certainly an eventful birthday, I’ll tell you that! But you were in here. It was over the summer, I think you said you had that big meeting.”
“Yes! You should have said something!”
“Hey, you gave me a 20! That was good enough.” Hanna was glad she was wearing her mask, Mary-Ann couldn’t see how hard she was blushing “I got sent home early anyways…”
“Oh? Oh! I’m sorry Hanna, are you ok?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just, um, little more cautious.” She handed Mary-Ann another drink
“Well, that’s good to hear.” Mary-Ann would never forget what happened to her that day. She wondered about the extra drink “I didn’t order this”
“I know. But it’s Tyler’s favorite. On the house today!”
Mary-Ann thanked her and left a good tip. Hanna was a sweet girl, and Mary-Ann wished the best for her. She made her way towards Tyler, a slight twinge in her bladder from the water earlier. But she didn’t care at the moment. As Tyler looked up from his work, a smile crossed his face. He stood. He pulled out the chair for Mary-Ann. And antiquated gesture perhaps, but for someone with a reputation for being a bit of a meathead, Mary-Ann was pleasantly surprised. She set down the drinks on the table, her purse on the floor next to her, and gave Tyler a friendly hug.
As they embraced, Tyler could hardly keep his hands still. He was more nervous than he had been in years. Why did he, of all of the other guys, get a chance with the brightest star in his industry? She could have anyone. And here she was. They sat down across from each other; Mary-Ann smiling at him, and he at her. He was surprised she knew his favorite coffee. But as he turned the cardboard cup, he saw a little note from Hanna. She thinks your cute!! The exclamation points were dotted with little hearts. Filled with confidence, he started out small.
“I saw you were invited to Steven Warner’s event. You were great! Tell me again about the process you use. With the questions?”
“Tyler. You just did it. That’s it.” She beamed with joy and intrigue at his timidness
“Anything that could be a statement, pose as a question. Here. I could simply state what my hobbies are, or I could just ask you what yours are. You can find out a lot by just asking questions. It’s a little important for sales, isn’t it?”
Tyler nodded, slightly enlightened by Mary-Ann’s words. “If you’re seriously asking, I like football. And, I know it sounds a little odd, but I do like work too.”
“Hey, that not odd. When you like what you do, you like what you do. And, I think you do a good job of it!” She threw a complement his way.
“Well, that’s just because I was trying to impress the mortgage officer on the other side.”
“Awww.” Mary-Ann couldn’t help but feel those little butterflies in her stomach. For someone who was supposed to be slow on the take, he was certainly quick on his feet.
The two talked about business and industry trends for a while. Mary-Ann was lost in his green eyes. Short, close cropped hair and the fact that his arms showed that he worked out, she was certainly physically attracted to him. It was a nice distraction from her bladder, which reminded her of its need with each sip of her coffee. But as Tyler made another astute point about the Real Estate industry, she decided to hold it. There was more to him than just looks, and besides, what if one day he wanted her to hold it for him? The thought aroused her.
The topic moved back to football. A lighter conversation, Mary-Ann asked what Tyler liked about it
“Well, I only played in high school, but I thought it was a great, I dunno, metaphor for life? Like, no matter what hits you, or how hard it hits you, if you’re prepared, you’ll get back up. If you’re not.” He paused “Well…damn I guess it hurts either way.” The two laughed, Mary-Ann’s bladder did not find the joke so funny.
It kicked her muscles, sending a warning to her brain. Crossing her legs, Mary-Ann told her filling bladder to quiet.
“No, but seriously. I think life is always going to be hard. It’s just how you react that matters.” He waited “You know I think the cute lady sitting across from me said something similar.”
Mary-Ann blushed. She finished her cooled coffee. Her insides were nearly jelly, except for her hard bladder. Her hand now free from holding her coffee cup, she placed it over her crotch, a sign of her growing desperation. Even as her coffee had begun to hit her bladder, she was having fun with her hold. She never wanted this conversation to end.
“Well, the cute guy sitting across from me is right.”
“Who, me?” Tyler pointed at himself
The two burgeoning lovers shared another giggle, and Mary-Ann felt like a school girl. A school girl that needed to pee. He bladder spasmed at her laugh, demanding to know why as filled it up with coffee after all that water at the gym. Her hand now firmly grasped her walls together. She was still enjoying her hold.
“You know, football is my favorite sport too. My dad was the head coach of our high school team, he used to take me to all the games.” Her bladder warned her again
“I can’t say that I still like the college or pro games as much” Tyler responded “It just feels like basketball on grass now. Who can have the flashiest players? You know, there’s just not the intellectual side of it that there used to be.”
Mary-Ann nodded. She wished she could respond with a great answer, but her mind was slowly focusing more and more on her bladder needs. She shifted her weight again, bouncing a bit as she did. Taking the opportunity to survey the coffee shop, most patrons hadn’t noticed her. But Hanna walked by, shooting Mary-Ann an inquisitive look. Arching her back slightly forward, Mary-Ann ground her sensitive mound into the chair. Tyler gave her a look
“You ok? I didn’t mean to get caught up in sports talk.”
“What? No, no, I’m fine. I’m just…nervous is all.” Mary-Ann had a fleeting fantasy of telling him how badly she needed to pee
“Oh. Well…it’s kind of cute.” Damn it! Why the hell did I just say that Tyler was afraid that he was too forward
If he only knew. Mary-Ann smiled, her floodwaters nestled behind her clenched muscles. She kept her posture tilted above her swollen bladder. She turned to look at the ladies room. A mother and another woman stood in line. They were going to take a while. Mary-Ann didn’t know how much longer she could keep this up. She turned back to Tyler. Their eyes met. For a moment, they stayed locked. Mary-Ann leaned herself forward more. She wanted to kiss him. He was different than the rest. He didn’t make a move. She knew he must have wanted to. His eyes gave him away. Her bladder kicked her again, demanding her attention. She tapped her foot in response, a sign that her hold was starting weaken. Tyler had another provocative question
“Do you think that art has gotten better or worse over time?”
Taken by the question, Mary-Ann thought for a moment. She struggled to come up with an answer, the only thing on her mind was her urgent need to pee. Her emotions were mixed. She wanted to stay and talk. She wanted relief. But she also wanted this with Tyler. For him to know her in an intimate way. She admonished herself for thinking such thoughts on her first date. And guessed an answer to his question.
“Better, I think.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” She shifted again. Now rocking back and forth
“Artists are more free to express themselves now and we don’t need to paint to imitate life.” Her bladder contracted. She held on, pushing her free hand into herself. It was nearly time to do something about it
“Wow, I couldn’t disagree more. In my opinion, its like the concept of time.” He looked at his watch “Oh no!” Tyler exclaimed “I’m like 15 minuets late for this meeting!” He opened up his laptop again. “I really hate to do this Mary-Ann, we’ve been talking for a while, and…I didn’t want to end it.”
“N-neither did I” Mary-Ann was shocked at the sudden movement, but was also engaged in a battle with her bladder.
“Can we do this again next week?”
“Y-yes. Please.” Why on earth did you say that? Mary-Ann scolded herself.
As she stood, she did so gingerly. Each movement of her leg muscles took control away from her bladder. She couldn’t fully extend herself. Though her back needed a stretch. Tyler stood as well.
“I’ll walk you to the door at least. I’m really sorry.”
At least my bladder thanks you. “I’m looking forward to it.”
They reached the door, with Mary-Ann carefully crossing one leg in front of the other as she walked. Tyler opened the door for her. She turned and smiled, her back towards the parking lot. The warm sun shone down on her back. She had to make an effort to let him know how she felt. Her bladder wanted her to keep walking. She stood straight as she could. Trying her best not to dance.
“Thanks for taking me out Tyler. I-I…um…uh” Her voice faltered as her panties warmed.
No! No! Stop! An extra second! Please! It stopped briefly as she begged her bladder. She had started to wet herself. While not noticeable now, there was no way she could get back inside. And no graceful way to steer the conversation in that direction. She had to think quickly. She finished thanking him
“I…I’ll let you…get b-back to it.”
He looked concerned but Mary-Ann turned away, hoping that he would think she was just shy. She hopped down off the sidewalk, her tall brown boots providing little support. She balled her fists as she could see her car. Another spirt. Another. A third, this one longer. Mary-Ann could see an obvious dark patch on the crotch of her light jeans. The parking lot was right in front of a main road. Cars could see her. This can’t be happening. I can’t believe I did this to myself! That was so stupid! By some grace she made it to her car without anymore leaks. She opened the driver side door, still unsure of what to do. She thought of a cup. No, she had none. But she remembered the towel she had put in the backseat after her mishap on the side of the highway. That was it.
She opened the backseat door, tossed the towel in the front, and climbed in the cabin. She put the towel down on the seat, and closed the door behind her. Immediately she let go.
To no one but herself she screamed from relief “Oh MAN! I can’t even hold it anymore!”
Her dam burst, the crotch of her light jeans darkening anew. She moaned as a puddle formed around her darkening thighs. She continued to moan at the relief, and the feeling of sexuality flowing through her. She panted to herself
“I…had…to…go…so…bad.” And I loved it so much She thought as she sat back into her seat, closing her eyes. Her puddle making a light splashing noise.
A knock on the door. She opened her eyes. It was Tyler. What was he doing back out here? Turning on her side, hoping to hide the stain, she felt the outside of her leg absorb her still expanding puddle. She did her best to stop. She rolled down the window.
“H-hey, what-what’s up?” She muscled out.
“You forgot your purse.”
“Oh! My…h-hero.” She could hold it in anymore.
The two locked eyes again as more of Mary-Ann’s pee began to saturate her panties. She was turned, and her flow instead went down one leg, rather than pooling around her butt. Tyler was none the wiser.
Just do it man! You were the hometown hero for four years of football, and you can’t even tell her how you feel? Tyler was sweating as the two stayed silent. He loved her blue eyes. You’ll regret it forever if you don’t. Tyler remembered what his father used to say before doing something dumb.
“Aw hell” He pecked Mary-Ann on the cheek. A quick kiss
He has no idea I’m peeing my pants right now. Were Mary-Ann thoughts just before she felt it. He kissed her. Overcome with the emotion of the moment, she reached her hands out of the car. Grabbing him by the collar she pulled him over to the door. She kissed him back, deeply. She hugged him. Moaning as the rest of her pee finally exited her. They broke the kiss. She asked
“Is that what you wanted, tiger?”
Tyler stuttered. A stupid smile on his face. Mary-Ann felt sneaky, he had no idea how wet her pants were. And now, in more ways than one. She continued
“Dinner next week?”
“I-I-I’d love too.” He was still stunned
The two parted, and Mary-Ann sat back down in her cooled puddle. She had a little more already. Relaxing as it rewet and rewarmed her panties, she reminisced about their encounters. When he first brought it up to her, she had just tried her first public wetting. When he asked her out, she had been finishing a long hold, in her pants, and now, they had made out as she wet. While she pulled out of her parking spot, she wondered if maybe peeing her pants before a date- or during was her little good luck charm. As her second wetting stopped, She thought about his questions, his insight. He was more than just his looks.
Mary-Ann sat in her damp pants and towel at the final red light before her apartment gateway. Part of her feared how she would get home without her neighbors seeing her. The other part was still focused on Tyler. She heard her phone buzz, it was from Tyler
This meeting is so boring. Why’d it have to take our time away?
Despite what her bladder thought, Mary-Ann had really wanted the conversation to go on. She sent him a brief text back
Me too! Can’t wait for next week!
As Mary-Ann spotted her apartment complex over the hill, she couldn’t keep the grin off her face. Maybe this wasn’t just a date, but the start of a close-knit future.
Edited November 14, 2021 by knockonthedoor
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A/N: Here's the start of Chapter 4. And it should be a great one! For fans of desperation, and lots of it, this one is right up your ally. We have a total of 3 peeing girls and all of them are desperate. In their office no less! I feel like this chapter is sort of a "return to form" It was really fun to write! Also, 50 free internet points to the person who can find the nod to Peehour's excellent story called "Told To." Question I have for you this time around is: What do you think happened to Anna? It's a plot point later, trust me! Lastly, as always, feedback, good or bad, is not only appreciated but encouraged. So many of you have so many great ideas and your own additions to the story.
4.1: Cassie's first lesson
She couldn’t remember where she was. It certainly wasn’t her bed. Cassie had to think about what she had done last night. Was it one guy or two? It didn’t matter. Didn’t she have that interview this morning? Looking for her phone was a hassle. She pulled her skirt back down over her pierced labia. Someone had taken her panties. They could have them. She couldn’t find her phone around her, it wasn’t on the table next to her. It wasn’t on the floor. Maybe it was under the pizza box? No. Squinting, she could make out a blinking light on the bathroom counter. She wandered over to it, swearing as she stubbed her toe on some discarded item. The dark floor was covered in them. The bathroom mirror was cracked, but with the bright sun shining through the window, Cassie could see her phone on the counter. She was nearly an hour late.
With almost no time to commute, she quickly fixed her lipstick, which had been smudged by someone. She was glad that she had worn her shorter black skirt. It was sexy, but still looked good enough for an interview in her opinion. On her way out, she took a swig of an open Vodka bottle. In her haste, it clanked off of her nose ring, she had moved to fast. She rubbed her now stinging nose as she closed the door behind her. She ran her hands through her dyed blonde hair. Her natural curls went well with the natural brown accents she had left in.
As she got in her car, she couldn’t help but yawn, still tired. She put her Rock-and-Roll playlist on and turned up the volume. She found Sarah’s text from a few weeks ago, with the address listed. As she pulled out from whatever dumpy apartment she had spent the night in, her bladder asked her if it could be relieved. Last night’s alcohol needed a place to go. With the commute that she faced, and the little time she had to complete it, there was simply no way.
Dodging cars and weaving though traffic, Cassie was making great time. As she rolled past a stop sign, another motorist honked at her. She flipped them off as she sped along the residential roads. Her bare pussy rubbed against the drivers seat as she did, sending a little pleasure up her spine. Her bladder responded, reminding Cassie that it still needed to be voided. As she finally halted at a red light, she turned her song up louder. Hoping to shake off her still groggy state. And to drown out her bladder’s remarks. If she was still going to have time to get a coffee in order to be alert for her interview, she couldn’t waste time looking for a place to pee. It didn’t help that she area she was in wasn’t the best part of town, a consequence of hanging out at a bar on up and coming side.
As she reached the highway, the entrance ramp was slow. It wasn’t too long of a trip on the highway but morning traffic would nonetheless get in the way. Cassie could start to feel her bladder, more than she would like, but holding it wouldn’t be an issue. She pulled out of one lane and moved to the next, attempting to outflank the slow moving traffic. As she did, she was able to get onto the main highway, though another motorist gave her a honk. She didn’t bother with flipping them off this time around. It was a three lane highway, enough for most of the traffic volume, but the last of the morning rush had slowed her travel to levels well below normal highway speed. Her rock music continued to blast out of her car. She didn’t know if others could hear it and she didn’t care. It was a good song anyway. A car had it hazards on and was barely moving. Whatever their issue was, it wasn’t Cassie’s problem. She swerved around them into the breakdown lane. As she rode the rumble strips her bladder yelled at her. She could feel it tightening, warning her that it should not be trifled with this day. But Cassie was always good at holding it. She didn’t care about using whatever public bathroom she had to, but never wanted to break the seal at a bar. This was more of the same. And besides, it was probably just her mind playing a nervous trick on her.
Monday was always a stressful day. For Mary-Ann it wasn’t the dread of going to work that so many others carried with them, but every Monday, she could count on one thing- meetings. And they were all of the utmost importance. The first was always a planning meeting, which was combined with their client and case overview. Both Karenna and Mary-Ann would speak, while Anna diligently took notes. As Mary-Ann finished her part of the planning meeting, she could feel her bladder begin to ask for relief.
“And Karenna, your now way over your target for this month. Great job on closing the Franklin’s mortgage.”
“It wasn’t that much of a hassle boss. And no size is ever too small.” She said that more for Anna’s sake
“That’s right!” Mary-Ann commended Karenna for taking every client seriously. A principle she preached.
“And the right motivation helps.” She gave Karenna a wink, knowing that a girls trip was her reward
Karenna smiled back. Anna was too busy taking down notes to notice the exchange. Mary-Ann asked Anna to read back her notes, a review of their goals for the rest of the year. As the shy girl read aloud, Mary-Ann could feel her bladder swelling. Her workout routine always caused her to drink plenty, and after her mishap at her old office, she stopped drinking coffee on Monday’s. Even after her adjustment, it still felt like every Monday began with a hold. Not that she was complaining. But after her subtle wetting with Tyler yesterday, she wasn’t in the mood for a another, her typical ending at home to a Monday workday. Anna had finished her spiel, it was on the mark. As Mary-Ann continued towards the second half of their meeting, she tightened her hold, unsure of when her next break would come.
Why did Cassie decide to stop for a coffee? As she sat in the drive-thru, She clenched her thighs together. It was an odd sensation. To be nearly groggy enough to fall asleep at the wheel, but also have an urge to pee. The two competed for her attention, though she chose to ward off her desire for sleep. That’s what got her in this short line. Her denial of her other need had caused her thighs to nearly touch. Her bare pussy felt warm in the heated car, though her labia piercing rested comfortably at a cool temperature. She looked at her GPS. The office wasn’t far from where she was, Cassie would be just on time. The car in front of her pulled around, it was Cassie’s turn to order, and the voice on the other end asked her what she wanted
“Yeah, could I get a pee- I mean, shit, I meant an Iced coffee, no sugar or cream.”
The woman taking her order either didn’t care. Having worked in customer service for long enough, Cassie could empathize. You’re such a dumbass Cassie she thought as she fought back another pang of desperation. It wasn’t getting any easier to hold it. Observing the scenery around her, the coffee shop was next to an open field. While clearly vacant, it would provide her no cover if she were to jump out and squat. A smile crossed her tired face as she remembered her senior prom night. Eighteen was an important year for her, but the heavy drinking that night had taught her one thing, when you got to go, you go to go. Just don’t let the cops see you.
Her thoughts were interrupted as her bladder asked her to repeat her actions that night. Or any night, when the walk home from the bar was too long. Cassie responded by holding herself. It was the middle of the morning, and she could not afford the time loss, nor could she risk someone getting too offended. When Cassie pulled up to the window, she couldn’t help but keep her hand over her crotch. While she wasn’t grabbing it, doing so had enough of a psychological effect that it numbed her need a little bit. Her phone was scanned, and she got her coffee. As she pulled out of the drive thru and through the parking lot, She hoped her first long sip would eviscerate her sleep addled brain. Hardly. But her bladder reacted, protesting up her spine. In response, Cassie squirmed in her seat. She was starting to get uncomfortable. At this rate, she hoped she could have a chance to pee once she got there. Or if they had a parking garage, that might do too.
As their morning meeting was finally ending, Mary-Ann had started to shift her weight from hip to hip. As hard as she was trying to not show any outward desperation, she couldn’t help herself. Karenna, still sitting across from Anna, was finishing her discussion on clients she was looking to close this week, and their potential problems. Anna was furiously scribbling her comments down on her notepad. Mary-Ann grabbed her right arm with her left hand, attempting to put enough pressure somewhere else to distract her body from the pressure in her abdomen. She stood as straight as she could, curling her toes inside her heels to keep herself occupied. Suddenly there was a fury of movement. Both Mary-Ann and Karenna looked at Anna. The dark haired girl, with her fluffy braids, shot upwards. Her hands clutching the front of her pencil skirt.
“E-excuse me” She weakly said as she dashed out of the conference room.
Mary-Ann’s eyes were wide. She felt for the poor girl. Karenna looked equally as worried.
“Is she ok?” Mary-Ann asked
“I hope so. I think…I think she just went to the bathroom.”
“She could have just asked. Kind of envy her right now though.”
“Don’t tell me the three of us are in the same boat.”
Mary-Ann gave a knowing smile to her friend “I haven’t had a chance all morning.” She bobbed her knees again
“Then I guess that does make three of us, boss.”
“You too?”
“You have no idea.” Karenna grabbed herself, and squirmed in her chair. “In fact-“
The glass doors swung back open. Anna clicked a new pen.
“Out of ink.” She didn’t look like she was being honest
“Anna, are you ok?” Mary-Ann was still concerned
“Yeah!” She said a little too cheerfully. “I’m ok, really.” She looked at Karenna. “The two of you have things to get to right after this, can we just move on? I’m fine really. I’m good.”
Without anything to counter what Anna said, Mary-Ann let the meeting continue. As Karenna resumed her talk, Mary-Ann scribbled down a note to check in with Anna later. As she bent forward she felt a hot rush towards her opening. She cursed herself for standing the whole time. But she felt she had to take some authority. Even if it caused her bladder discomfort.
As Cassie and her car crested the top of the hill, she could see a number of different office buildings. The way the town had designed it, was to run the main avenue parallel to the highway. In the wide space between the two, a number of different malls, office buildings and auto dealerships dotted the once expansive farmland. This was all suddenly interesting to Cassie, who was absent-mindedly grinding her uncovered muff into her driver’s seat. She took another long drink from her coffee, in an attempt to finish it before her interview. Hopefully it would just get her to normal. But the occasional ping of desperation had turned into a dull ache. And no amount of gawking at any office building was going to relieve it. She was just happy the avenue was wide enough for multiple lanes. She would be on time.
As their meeting wrapped up, Mary-Ann bent down over the conference room table to gather her things. In an effort to keep her urine in its place, she crossed her pantyhose clad legs. As she stood, a jolt of desperation took her entire body. Her legs wobbled briefly. She was still worried about Anna.
“Hey, Anna, are you sure you’re ok? If you’re not feeling well, I understand.”
“No. Thank you.” She turned red “Really, it’s nothing.”
“Are you positive?” Mary-Ann crossed her legs again.
“Yup!” Anna said that again too cheerfully “I’ll have the rest of you schedule for you, and on your desk in a moment.” She turned and left through the glass doors.
“I think you pried a little too hard there boss.” Karenna stood
“Yeah. You’re right.” She exhaled, more from desperation than anything else. Her legs wiggled
“I’m with you there!” Karenna checked to make sure Anna hadn’t seen her and squeezed her legs together. A slight exaggeration of her own need
“You know, I had to wait that whole time. What should I do if I can’t hold it?”
“Kar, you know that’s a hard rule. Trust me, if the two of us were in about 100 other places right now, I’d already be standing in a puddle. But what’s my rule?”
Karenna knew it, but she spoke in an overly exasperated tone “No playing in the office…”
“Right. Now if you’ll excuse me…”
“Wait, you’re going first?”
“Kar, I’m not kidding, I really got to pee.” Mary-Ann wasn’t exaggerating as she bent forward. Her legs crossing
“Neither am I!” She clutched her high-waisted navy blue dress pants. They went surprisingly well with her green blouse “Although…I don’t think it’d show on these…”
“Kar!”
“Kidding! Kidding! But my first meeting is with the Jefferson’s. You know they’re talkers. If you don’t let me go first, I really will be standing in a puddle.”
Mary-Ann sighed “Fine…but only because your my best friend.”
Karenna put her hand to her heart. She was touched “best?”
“In the whole world.”
“Love you too!” As Karenna said it, it had a different meaning for her
Mary-Ann smiled. Then shot her hands into her grey pencil skirt, twisting her heeled feet towards one another. “Now, please hurry!”
As Karenna exited the double glass doors she teased back “I don’t know, you look good like that!”
Mary-Ann playfully stuck her tongue out. The two chuckled as they parted. Walking to her personal office, Mary-Ann hoped against hope that she’d have time to pee before Cassie showed up.
At least their building had a parking garage. Cassie was relived as she entered on the street level. The garage balanced the entire building on top of it. The first level wrapped was full. As she maneuvered down to the second level, the lurch in the ramp caused Cassie’s bladder to press even harder on her bare snatch. It was hard to drive when all she wanted to do was cross her legs. At least the second level was relatively open. She found a place to park. Finishing her iced coffee in one sip, the cool rush only served to anger her already agitated bladder. As she stepped out of the car, she held herself. The warmth from her genitals was obvious. She crossed her legs. She finally admitted her need to herself. Scanning the garage, she saw plenty of open spaces. Not many cars she could squat behind. Maybe she could pretend to be looking for something?
Opening her drivers side door again, she bent forward, sticking her upper half into the cabin. She relaxed. As warm sensation began to rush towards her slit. She was finally going to be comfortable again. Voices. Knowing that her ass was in plain sight and the act she was about to commit, she stood up. In an attempt to halt her piss she clamped both her walls shut. As she clutched them both tight, pain emanated from her pierced labia. She felt the slightest bit of warmth wet both sides of her flesh. A group of business people walked by. The first few didn’t notice her, but a sharply dress woman with a ponytail did. Her jaw dropped. She motioned to Cassie. The interviewee was exposed. She let out a fake cough as she pulled her skirt back down. It covered her. But it wouldn’t cover her if she started pissing uncontrollably. And with the dull ache of her bladder now a thumping hammer, she feared that it was only a matter of time.
As Karenna set her things down in her own office, she mulled over her conversation with Mary-Ann again. She knew her mind should be on her work, but that spark that she got from her boss. No one else could do it to her. She needed a little more play. Before she set off for the bathroom, she sent Chloe a text. The two had been chatting off and on for a day or so.
Just finished my morning meeting. I gotta pee soooo bad!!
It would have been a slightly risky text, but after Chloe’s commanding night, she knew it would be well received.
Walking out of her office and down the hall, Karenna was trying to stay composed. She was more horny than anything else. In an effort to keep her head down and her arousal low, she looked at the floor. Walking right by the entrance doors, she didn’t even notice that Cassie had just arrived. Her phone buzzed. It was Chloe
I don’t believe you
Surprised, Karenna sent a text back
If you only knew 😰 legs crossed!
Her phone immediately buzzed back
A quick video would prove it
Karenna felt even more naughty as she opened the door to the bathroom. She loved the idea. The unisex room housed one urinal and one stalled toilet. The large mirror overlooked the sink.
As Karenna’s heels clicked and clacked off of the white tiled floor, she opened the stall door. Slipping off her dress pants and panties, she sat down. Holding it for a moment while she got her phone to record. She felt her desperation increase rapidly as it did. She started to drip. But she wasn’t going to try and stop the leak. Instead, she pushed record, and held the phone close, a selfie for this entrancing woman on the other side.
Karenna smiled at the forward facing camera. It was the first thing that was recorded. Then the first sound. The dripping. The dripping became louder. Then a trickle, which soon became a hiss. It bellowed throughout the bathroom. Full force, Karenna pissed into the toilet. And her phone captured the whole thing. She pulled the phone closer, her mouth close to the microphone. She whispered, just over the sound of her splashing urine and hissing body.
“Told you I had to pee.” She spoke in a sultry voice “You should have seen me. I could barely hold this all in. I was squirming, and grabbing…”
She wondered if she should let Chloe in on her other interest. Maybe just a tease.
“I almost wet my pants…but you know what? I liked it.” She whispered in that same sultry tone “I like it when you know how bad your little K has to pee.”
She gave Chloe one last shot of her pussy expelling her piss into the toilet. She gave the phone a kiss. And pushed send. You should have seen Mary-Ann. And how bad she had to pee. She couldn’t get the image out of her head. The one thing she couldn’t have. And as her strong stream finally died down. She couldn’t help but feel a little lonely. Chloe or not. Her phone buzzed.
Look what you made me do!
A picture. Chloe had spread herself. An arc of piss was flying out of her, a looked like it would soon hit her floor. Another text
You better get over here soon. I need to punish you for that!
Karenna sent back Next week?
As Karenna released another quick few seconds of her pee, Chloe confirmed the day and sent another picture, this time of her fingers inside herself. Karenna might still feel a little lonely, but at least Chloe could giver her the best sex she’s ever had.
Why does she hate me? Cassie wondered as Karenna walked by her towards the bathroom.
She ignored you on purpose. Cassie reminded herself of why Because you don’t know how to act at a lunch meeting you moron. Didn’t Sarah tell you that?
Cassie approached the front desk. A pretty girl in a white blouse sat behind it. She looked up
“Uh…hi, I-I’m Cassie.” She exhaled. It was either nerves or because her pounding bladder was going to break through any minute. She hoped it was the latter
“Oh, Mary-Ann’s interview. Great, I’ll let her know.” She looked down at Cassie’s legs. They were trembling
“Our uh...bathroom’s right down the hall. It’s occupied right now but-“
“Uh, no, no. No that’s fine…” Cassie made a point of peering at the name plate on her desk “…Anna, I just…It’s nerves is all. You know? Just nervous.”
“Oh.” Anna didn’t look like she bought Cassie’s excuse. Cassie didn’t either “Well, you’ll like Mary-Ann, she’s really friendly. Not like other bosses.”
Cassie nodded. She kept trying to tell herself that she was just nervous. That was all.
Mary-Ann laid out her interview questions on her desk. Her feet were shuffling, and the only thing she could do to stop it was to cross them. She felt relieved that at least she was going to be able to find relief after Karena. It was a new office, and she wasn’t going to ruin the rug in this one too. Let alone in front of someone who had a connection to Sarah. Sighing and preening her blouse, Mary-Ann opened the light wooden door. She rounded the bend to find Cassie, standing and chatting with Anna. At least I have some practice. You’re Mary-Ann, you only pee when you want to. She wasn’t all that confident, but it was something to tell herself.
“You must be Cassie!” Mary-Ann shook her hand
Way to say my name wrong Cassie thought to herself. But it was at least an attempt. Sarah only called her “c”.
The two briefly chatted about the ride over here, Cassie omitting her nighttime escapades and bladder situation on the way over. A situation which cruelly reminded her of its urgent need. Before she sat down in the computer chair that had been provided for her, she pretzeled her legs. The pounding of her bladder was only getting worse.
As Mary-Ann sat behind her desk, she was thankful that Cassie couldn’t see underneath it. She crossed her legs as she sat. She gently rocked herself back and forth. It was going to be a long interview, but Mary-Ann was determined to make it through.
“So, is it Cas-see, or K-see”
“K-see. But my mother thought it would be cute if she spelled it wrong.” Cassie hoped that it didn’t have too much venom in it.
“Well…K-see. Sell me this pen.” Mary-Ann handed her a nice pen. Her own desperation had caused her to pause
Cassie took it in her hand. It had good weight, a quality pen. She whished she could put it inside her. Maybe that would plug up the piss that was pounding on her closed walls. It was close.
“Well, why? Do you…” Cassie had to pause. Hold her waters back “do you need a pen?”
“Um…” Mary-Ann crossed her legs again. Her foot accidently kicked the inside of her desk. It sent shockwaves up her body. “Uh, sure. I nee-need a pen.” Mary-Ann caught her self nearly saying the word pee
“Well-“ Cassie shifted. She took an unnatural position on her chair, straddling it, so that her bare minge rubbed the mesh. She leaned forward, keeping her skirt in front of her.
“Well, M-Mary-Ann. You’re a-a-a great business woman.” Cassie could hardly think straight. She felt light-headed
“Your competition is buttoned up. S-s-so m-much in fact tha-“ She felt something. It tickled her walls. She knew it passed her piercing. She couldn’t believe it if she had. But she’d have to check in a moment.
“They have good, no great pens. I-if you’ve got a cheap one. That could be the difference.”
That was her pitch. Cut short. She needed to feel. She swiped her hand over the mesh underneath her. She had peed on the seat. She now had a question of Mary-Ann
“Um...h-how m-much longer? Are there a lot of questions?”
“Why? Somewhere to be?”
“N-no, just nerves. I g-get that way sometimes.”
“Do you need a break? Some water maybe?” Mary-Ann’s own bladder kicked her for that. She clenched her muscles
“No! I d-don’t need it. I’m- I’m good.” Cassie smiled
Mary-Ann nodded. Her next question was about ethics. Cassie gave a generic response that stemmed from her first college course in ethics. It seemed to satisfy Mary-Ann, but not Cassie’s bladder. It kicked again, rushing more warm liquid towards her opening. Cassie rubbed against the mesh. It was slight sexual stimulation, enough to halt her pee. For now. But she still felt dizzy. Mary-Ann asked another question. This one was about regulation. Cassie responded
“T-the b-best way to deal with…with regulation is…what S-Sarah taught me…” Cassie felt it again.
This one was a trickle. It was passing through her walls without her permission. She didn’t want to pee. She just wanted to hold on to the lie that she was nervous. It slowed. Then a jet of hot pee squirted its way out of her. It wet the seat. But the seat held for now. The sensation caused Cassie to interrupt her own sentence
“UM! Ah…yeah…so. That’s that.”
Mary-Ann grabbed her own crotch under the desk “That’s what?”
“Y-you know”
“Cassie…you didn’t finish.” An urge kicked Mary-Ann. She was near her limit
“Well, what I meant was.” Another one. This one was longer.
Cassie grabbed her fleshy walls shut. The surge of hot piss instead cascaded over her hand. It wet her piercing. She tried as hard as she could to close it off. It slowed to a trickle, but didn’t stop.
Mary-Ann saw Cassie grab. No matter how discrete it was, Mary-Ann knew what the issue was. She had learned early on that discretion was the better part of valor. Her gut was telling her to hire this woman. If she kept drilling her and the inevitable happened, Mary-Ann knew they would both end up wet. And she might lose the hire on top of that. She had to tell Cassie.
“Hey Cassie.”
The girl looked up, her face twisted into a snarl. Anger hid behind her face. Only now did it show
“I don’t think either of us is really in a condition to continue this. The bathroom is just down the way. Please. For both of our sakes. Hurry!”
Cassie’s contorted face disappeared, she bolted up from her seat
“Ohmygodthankyousomuch Mary-Ann”
Cassie walked as fast as her heels would allow. She walked right by Anna. She had one thought on her mind. If she lost another round of pee, it was over. She just could take much more. She felt it welling up within her. The bathroom door was so close. She pushed it, it opened for her. The white tile and the stall door, they were hers. She swung open the door.
And her bladder won. Cassie stood there, looking at the toilet, her snatch hissing as a heavy stream of piss poured out. The sound on the clean tile floor was undeniable. It took Cassie a second to register that she was even peeing. She felt like a primitive woman. She felt good, and that’s all she knew. But as it ran down one of her legs, she hobbled over to the toilet, and sat herself down. Her stream began anew as she finally let all of her psychological barriers down. She put her head in her hands. She knew Mary-Ann and Sarah ran in the same circles, and if Mary-Ann was anything like her, the piss on the floor was the nail in the coffin for her job opportunity.
The door suddenly swung open. Cassie was about to yell that it was occupied, but whomever it was, was moving quickly. Their heels hardly touched the ground they were in such a rush. Over the sound of her own deflating bladder, Cassie heard a loud tearing sound. She peered under the stall door. The pair of heels were lined up with their backs against the wall. A loud gushing sound followed. It wasn’t the same hiss that was now dying down from her own body, but a strong sturdy rush. Cassie was confused, were they pissing against a wall? It had to be Mary-Ann. Thinking back on their interview, Mary-Ann had told her to hurry. It had to be her. If she’s anything like Sarah, serves her right! As Cassie wiped herself and threw the used toilet paper into the toilet, she waited on exiting the stall. She was sure that Sarah would have made her clean the puddle that she made in front of the toilet. Why would she do that for a job she probably didn’t get? Cassie instead sat on the toilet and listened to the other lady spray, something. Cassie wasn’t even sure what was there. Was it just a wall? Did she make this woman, potentially her boss, piss on a wall? Her urine was clear, it was hard to tell, but Cassie was sure she could see a small puddle forming on the floor as well.
A familiar sensation tickled Cassie’s labia piercing. She looked down. More pee was slowly leaking from her. The other woman’s stream finally slowed. It wasn’t very long before it stopped completely. Then there was rustling. A flush. Cassie was confused. They walked to the sink, washed their hands and left.
Cassie grimaced as she stepped her heel into her own puddle. It was cold as some of the residue splashed onto her shoe. She washed her own hands and started for the door. It was the urinal. That’s what the woman had used. As she exited the bathroom, she saw Mary-Ann speaking with Anna. Confirming that the two desperate woman had just loudly pissed next to each other. There were very small streaks that led down Mary-Ann’s pantyhose, which must have been the tearing sound. She had to have bent over, and small rivulets must have made their way down her legs. Mary-Ann turned, facing Cassie before she walked out.
“Cassie, what’s the one thing you learned today?”
How the hell could I learn something from a cliché sales trick and 2 questions I wasn’t paying attention to. Just deny me the job for pissing on your floor and chair like you want to and let me mess up my life in peace.
Cassie stuttered. She’d at least leave with a little dignity and give an answer. Thinking back on the experience, though, one thing did stick out to her. Mary-Ann noticed her need. Mary-Ann admitted they were in the same boat and showed her mercy in her time of need. That was it!
“Mercy”
Mary-Ann raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yeah. You didn’t have to cut the interview short, but you did. To…” She looked at Anna. Embarrassed to outright admit what happened. “To save me, when you didn’t have to.”
It was a better lesson than Mary-Ann had expected
“Cassie, that was really insightful. I’d be happy to have you on the team.”
“D-does that mean?”
Mary-Ann extended her hand “Welcome aboard. We start Wednesday”
Cassie couldn’t help but smile. She shook Mary-Ann’s hand. As her new boss walked away, Cassie made her way to the door. She stopped and turned to Anna. She had time for one sarcastic joke
“I swear it was just nerves.”
Anna smiled wide as she shook her head “Yeah, they got us all today.” She waved
“See you Wednesday Cassie”
A/N: So, what do you think of Cassie? Is she different than the other girls we've spent time with before? Do you like her as a character and becoming a main one at that? Also, Anna was introduced, and don't forget the question: Why do you think she left the meeting in such a hurry? And did you find the reference to "Told To"? |
A/N: This one is early, as I'm on a trip this weekend. Hope you enjoy some of Karenna's character development, as well as potential conflict (nothing bad or physical, but something to overcome). Sorry in advance if I can't get to all your comments right away, as I will be traveling. Still, feedback is not only encouraged, but appreciated. Did Karenna's character change at all for you in this section? Let me know!
Chapter 4.2: A Desperate Miscommunication
Karenna felt guilty. She was supposed to be seeing Chloe right? To be into her, to enjoy her. But the night before had been a Friday, and though Karenna had been tired from work, she had felt the need to call Chloe. That was the thing to do when you’re in a relationship. The conversation had turned sexual quickly, Chloe’s libido showing no bounds. Maybe Karenna had just been worn-out from her day. But she hadn’t been able to get herself there. It was a conundrum, in that moment. When Chloe touched her, it was electric. When she was merely preforming on herself with Chloe, it was, pedestrian. She couldn’t finish. That was, until she thought of her boss. While Chole had been moaning and telling Karenna what a dirty girl she was, Karenna’s mind had wondered. When she thought of Mary-Ann, it was different. She had finished, and quickly. It was just the thought of being with Mary-Ann. Not even in a sexual way. Just the thought of her boss loving her back, in that way. Sighing, she felt guilty. Guilty for letting Chloe believe that she had made Karenna cum and guilty for involving Mary-Ann. Still, Karenna couldn’t deny how she felt.
She needed this morning. Just a break. A Saturday morning to just be herself for a little. As she laid in her new bed, with these thoughts swirling, a smile still broke through. The familiar urge of a morning pee. She had no problem admitting to herself how much fun she had with it. To have come from one of the most embarrassing moments of her life, she would have never expected such great pleasure.
Still prostrated on her bed, she looked over at her toilet. On a workday, she’d use it. But it was a Saturday. Karenna made the conscious decision to rule it out. She could repeat the events of a week ago. But her bed wasn’t protected, and she wasn’t ditching it like the last one. Still contemplating what to do about her bladder, she stood and stretched. She could at least make breakfast.
The two eggs sizzled on the skillet. It wasn’t complex, but Karenna had learned the simple recipe from her grandmother. While she waited, she scrolled through her old texts. Perhaps they could ease some of her feelings around her love life. Maybe some new insight. She came across the video she sent to Chloe. An idea. Some of the oil splattered on her white t-shirt. Wiping it, she looked down at her grey shorts. Similar to sweatpants, they were comfortable sleepwear. A smirk crossed her face. She knew what she was going to do about her morning pee. She plated the eggs. Found herself looking back through her texts to Mary-Ann. Some of it was about work. But she found a picture that Mary-Ann had sent. It was after their conversation about her mattress. Just last week. It was just her leg, but Mary-Ann had sent her a photo of her with piss stained jeans. What if Karenna sent her boss a little video?
She set the eggs down on her counter and switched her phone to a forward facing camera. She felt her morning pee sitting comfortably, waiting patiently for her command. Exhaling, she prepared herself to send a little video. She hit record
“Morning boss! Looking forward to our lunch tomorrow. I haven’t gotten the chance to use the bathroom yet, but I did want to ask you what restaurant you had in mind.” Karenna let go
She felt it immediately absorb into her short sweats. A smile, just as warm as her urine, crossed her face. She knew that Mary-Ann would know what was happening. Then the splattering came, as her gentle flow soaked through the fabric and sputtered out of her shorts. She spoke to her phone again
“Well, I guess I’m using the bathroom now.” She brought her phone down low, showing her pee cascading down her bare thighs.
She spread her legs, the flow now in one long stream splattered onto her kitchen floor. She brought the phone back to her face.
“So yeah…Just let me know where we’re going, and I’ll try to get there without peeing my pants. But it seems to be happening a lot lately.” She smiled as she stopped the recording.
As her flowing piss began to stop staining her grey shorts, Karenna dove into her breakfast. She contemplated for a moment on hitting send. That it might be too intimate. But Mary-Ann had told her that Karenna was her best friend. She had seen Karenna wet before. This wasn’t anything different. As Karenna hit send, she cast her doubts away. She enjoyed her breakfast, the early morning worries had been washed away in her wetting. As she let go again, more pee pooled in her shorts. While not all that much, it still caressed her womanhood in a warmth as her food warmed her belly. Mary-Ann was right. This was relaxing. Her phone buzzed
How about that Italian place on the pier? Karenna’s heart skipped a beat
Caffè di Terra Bagnata?
Yeah
See you there!
It was the same place she and Nia had been to. They were still doing renovations, and if her experience with Nia was anything to go by, their bathrooms were still under construction too. Did Mary-Ann know that? She hadn’t acknowledged Karenna’s video. She must know. But Mary-Ann didn’t like to play in public, she had said so herself. Karenna’s mind raced with anticipation, she grinded against her wet shorts. Imagining the two of them in a restaurant, clothes stained in piss. Her own mind attacked her with the thought that Mary-Ann still hadn’t said anything about Karenna’s video. More worry.
Karenna stood. She had finished her breakfast and cleaned off her plate. She threw down a number of paper towels onto her puddle. Had she made a mistake in sending that? Her phone buzzed again
Hey, could you not send something like that when I’m in the middle of a hold? Nearly lost it at the grocery store! Mary-Ann was unfazed. Karenna bantered back
I know you can hold it boss!
I think you’ve seen me enough times to know that I can NOT hold it 😁!
I still think some of those were on purpose 😉
🤫😇
Now in a joyous mood, Karenna turned on the tv, and curled up on the couch. She’d change out of her wet shorts. At some point. Maybe.
That afternoon found Karenna working. It was just light spreadsheet work, but it was work nonetheless. Her grey shorts were dry, but if one looked hard enough, it was obvious that Karenna had an accident. She sat now at her table, the only one in her small apartment, with her bladder comfortably filling. It had worked out for her that she didn’t need to go anywhere, and with her day set with Mary-Ann tomorrow, she might as well be productive today. But as her doorbell rang, she wondered if she would be able to continue to work. Especially if it was the package she was expecting.
The walk to the door wasn’t long, and the currier had left. But when Karenna saw the box, she left out an audible gasp. It was here, she couldn’t wait. Before she turned back inside, she let out a little bit of her hold. She watched the stained light grey sweats darken. Just a little. She stopped. Just a taste of what it could be like. If she was in public. Grabbing her parcel, she turned around, the little warm spot tickling her genitals. She heard her neighbors door unlock. Without turning to face them, Karenna pretended to study the package. She let just another spurt out. This one was harder to control. As she stopped it, another brief stream made it way out, quickly darkening her shorts again. She could feel her heart beat as she closed the door behind her. The thought of her neighbor catching her in her stained shorts, or even somehow noticing the smallest darkening spot, was enough to excite her.
Cutting open the box was quick, and Karenna excitedly pulled out the heavy plastic. She gazed upon her new mattress protector. It had been a little worrying when she made the purchase. It would show in her history, and every website she visited was bombarded with ads for incontinence products, but the fun and excitement she had last weekend could not be ignored. The thought that she could play roulette with her bladder, and potentially wake up wet was too enticing to ignore. She had teased herself already by letting out those short spirts, and the warm clammy feeling around her slit was already teasing another out. She would have to move quickly, or she might be lured into letting the rest go.
She carried the heavy cover towards her bed, and a third stream of pee joined the first two in her quickly dampening shorts. This third one was easier to stop, the excitement of trying out her new toy was a strong enough present for her to keep her water in. In a flash she tore off her sheets, exposing the unblemished mattress to the rest of the room. Attempting to put the heavy protection on was a game in of itself. The first two corners went on without an issue, but as Karenna bent down to fit the third, a longer stream of pee made its way out of her and down her leg. She held it, but jiggled her legs to keep it in.
As soon as Karenna wrapped the fourth corner over her mattress, she hopped on top of her bed. Crawling briefly on all fours, Karenna made her way to the middle of her mattress. She stood on her kneecaps, and happily pissed her shorts.
The spreading stain was quickly overwhelmed by her pussy, which was pouring out her urine. A dull noise echoed throughout her room as her pee soaked through her shorts. As it hit the plastic protection, it sounded like rainwater. The sound, the warmth, and the relief combined to give Karenna a joyful experience. Smiling, she pulled her shorts away from her. Looking inside, she could see a strong, clear stream shooting from her body. Karenna was fascinated by how forcefully it splattered against the interior fabric, and overcame the saturated fabric of her already stained shorts. She let go of her waistband, her shorts smacking her still urinating body. In an attempt to continue the pleasurable experience, Karenna grabbed her crotch, her hand was quickly immersed in her cascading urine. She rubbed, manipulating her flow up and down. As her bladder deflated, Karenna fell onto her back. Her arms spread, she let the last of her pee pool in her shorts.
A puddle was now in the middle of the bed, and Karenna could only imagine how much fun she could have. Her shorts were now warm again, and Karenna decided to enjoy the rest of her Saturday. She couldn’t wait for her lunch with Mary-Ann.
Karenna’s heart pumped with anticipation. She had convinced herself that Mary-Ann chose this restaurant on purpose. Karenna had prepared herself early. Downing an extra water before leaving. She fantasized about all of the different things they could do. If the waitress asked Karenna what she needed, she could tell her that she needed a bathroom, then let go where she sat. Or that maybe she and Mary-Ann could both wet at the door to the renovated ladies room. Each new fantasy thrilled the young black woman and she was happy to feel her bladder filling as she made her way to her lunch meeting.
For the first time in a long time, Mary-Ann was going to be late to a meeting. Though it was a social one, it didn’t excuse her tardiness. Cursing herself for leaving so late, Mary-Ann shot Karenna a text, letting her know that she was going to be a few extra minutes. Sighing as she stared out the windscreen, Mary-Ann could feel a slight twinge in her bladder. The fact that she was already late had focused her mind on one thing, just getting to the restaurant.
Karenna stood in the cold. While it certainly wasn’t summer anymore, it wasn’t yet cold enough for a jacket. Unless you stood on the pier. With the wind from the water kicking up and over the wharf, the cool air assaulted Karenna’s bladder. She paced in front of the door, ever so often she would bend her knees, a sign that she needed to pee. Those same electric feelings of getting caught in public rocked her body again. The prospect of others knowing her need was exciting. Still amazed that Mary-Ann had been the one to request that the two dine here, Karenna eagerly awaited her tall blonde boss.
Mary-Ann parked at the top of the pier. It was the only real parking lot that was close to the renovated wharf. Behind her were a number of boutique stores and small shops, and though they were closed on a Sunday, the buildings were still a lot more attractive than the factories that used to dominate the docks. In order to avoid the wide and inclined road, which Mary-Ann assumed was for service vehicles and deliveries, she took a narrow staircase down the old cobbled wall. It led her to the lone building below. That little Italian café she enjoyed so much. As she made her way to the front entrance, she saw Karenna waiting for her. Her friend was dressed in high-waisted pink jeans, which went well with her white top. Her tell-tale cantor let Mary-Ann know that Karenna may need a bathroom break. Ignoring the fact that Mary-Ann could use a stop herself, she greeted her friend.
Karenna was jealous of Mary-Ann as she hugged her boss. She could pull off any outfit, her white pants, while casual, were still fashionable. Her darker top and denim jacket pulled it all together. Breaking the embrace, the two women entered the restaurant, and with a reservation already set, they were seated quickly. The posh restaurant featured a number of accented walls, each with a grace and elegance that was not present the last time Karenna was here. Much of the construction equipment was gone, which started to worry Karenna. Maybe the bathrooms had been repaired? It certainly would put a damper on her fun. As she observed the new décor, Mary-Ann spoke first.
“Cassie really took to her training this week. I think she’s going to be great.”
“Yeah?” Karenna put bluntly “Good for her.”
“Do you have a problem with Cassie?”
“I know her type. None of those girls are as tough as they try to project. But what’s worse is that she’s arrogant. Maybe she will work out, I don’t know. But maybe I do have a bit of an issue with her.” Karenna squirmed in her seat
“Well, that’s a bit of a shame. Because she’s going to be working under you.”
“What?” Karenna was taken aback
“Yup. You want to be like me Kar, you’re going to have to learn how to teach.”
“Why can’t you just do it?”
“I can teach her plenty. But my time can be better used elsewhere. Can you at least be welcoming to her on Monday?”
“Sure boss. I’ll try.” Karenna was being honest. She’d try. But only because Mary-Ann asked her
The two were quiet for a moment. Mary-Ann sipped on her complimentary water. Karenna gulped hers down. The anticipation was killing her. Just tell me how and where we’re going to piss ourselves. You’re killing me boss! Me mind raced even as her body language stayed calm. The waitress came by with bread and to ask the pair if they were ready to order. Karenna took the opportunity to ask for a glass of wine.
“Woah! Starting a little early today, aren’t we Kar?” The waitress left to put their orders in
Karenna smiled her devilish smile “Well, yeah. And on top of the water I had on the way here. If I’m not careful I might just have a little accident.” If Mary-Ann wasn’t going to tell her, Karenna would prompt it out of her
“Hey, after that video you sent me, I doubt it’d be very ‘little!’ Still have to find a way to top you by the way.”
Karenna smiled, the two were enjoying their banter. “And with the bathroom’s being renovated here, who knows how big it might be!”
Mary-Ann’s smile disappeared. “The bathrooms are what?”
Karenna grew concerned “Didn’t you notice the work? When Nia and I had lunch here, they were being renovated. Out of order.”
Feeling a bit of fear, Mary-Ann replied “Oh. I-I had no idea.”
Karenna now felt uneasy “I thought it’s why you picked this place .”
“I honestly didn’t know that.”
“This is bad boss. I gotta pee. I thought you had something planned.”
“Planned for what?”
“I don’t know. Like maybe we’d let go in front of the bathroom doors, or-or right here?”
“Karenna! You know I couldn’t do that! Intentionally make a mess for others to clean, ruin someone else’s seat, and not to mention the fact that it’d be in the middle of a restaurant. Besides, I’m in white pants!”
“I wore my pink ones for a reason!”
There was a silence between the two. The waitress poured Karenna her glass of wine. After she left, Mary-Ann spoke
“Have…” She felt awkward asking the question, but she didn’t want Karenna to think she was mad at her. “Have you peed in them before?”
A sly smile appeared on Karenna’s face “Yup!” She was still a little miffed at her ruined fantasies
“Do they look good?”
Karenna nodded. She came back around, Mary-Ann knew how to get her talking again
“You know. I bought a mattress protector that other day.”
Mary-Ann raised and eyebrow. Karenna leaned in, her voice was in a low tone
“I have a feeling I might start having a little…uh bedwetting problem.” She smiled
“What does that feel like?” Mary-Ann was genuinely curious
“Well, cleanup sucks, but let me tell you. I’ve only done it once, but I can’t even begin to describe how naughty it feels. To just wake up in a puddle. Wet. But I really want to try just letting go right in the morning if I’m being honest. It’s just too comfortable.”
“I’ve always wanted to try that.”
“You should, boss! Just. Let me know how you like it.”
“I’m sure I will.”
The waitress came over with their lunch. Karenna stole a grab at her crotch. As she had planned, she was desperate. But now that it wasn’t the plan, she didn’t know what to do. But she thought she’d at least have some fun. She asked the waitress a leading question
“So are the bathrooms really still under construction.”
“Yeah.” She looked disappointed “They were supposed to be done two weeks ago, but a pipe burst.”
“Oh no!” Karenna didn’t care all that much. But she got butterflies in her stomach as she continued “But umm…What are we supposed to do if we have to pee?”
The waitress frowned “There isn’t much I can do for you, trust me. I’ve stopped drinking water on my shifts, but they’re still long. I’m sorry there really isn’t too many options.”
Karenna did feel a little sorry for the woman. She thanked her and went back to her meal with Mary-Ann, who asked a question
“Where did that boldness come from? You never used to say a word!”
“Well, I got used to our game. Plus Chloe likes it.”
“OoOoO, how is that going?”
“Eh” Karenna shrugged
“Eh? Why eh?”
“I don’t know. It’s just…” I really would rather be with you! Karenna thought, but she said something else “Something’s missing. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I think I had the best sex of my life with her. But…I feel like we just don’t click. Like I can’t be open with her.”
“How open do you want to be?”
Karenna sighed. She wouldn’t normally be this open in a friendship. To talk about her personal relationships like this. But this was Mary-Ann. Karenna felt like she could tell her anything.
“I want to share this.”
“What? This?” Mary-Ann motioned between the two women
“No. Not like our thing. I mean, yes our thing. But not with you as a part of it…unless you wanted to be.”
“No thanks. I like our thing between us. And really only us.”
“Not even with Tyler?”
“Well…not with anyone else just yet. It’d have to be someone I could trust.”
“It’s a big part of who I am now boss. I don’t really want to hide it.”
“Then tell her. You have my support.”
Karenna smiled. She still wished that she could lean in and kiss Mary-Ann, right now. Just being with her was intense for Karenna. She crossed her legs. Having a planned desperation was intense too, now that it wasn’t planned.
The rest of the meal was uneventful, the two talked some business, but even as they finished, Karenna had gone silent. Her desperation setting in. Under the table she had her hand gripping her crotch. Eagerly awaiting Mary-Ann to finish. She hadn’t touched her wine. Mary-Ann pointed to it
“Do you mind if I finish that?”
“Sure. You know why I order that, right?”
Mary-Ann winked as she took a drink “I have some idea.”
The two were silent again as Karenna nursed her filling bladder. Mary-Ann asked for the check. At least Karenna wasn’t in danger of a public wetting. At least, not one that wasn’t on her terms. When they had paid, the pair walked out of the expensive restaurant. The cold was the first thing Karenna noticed. And her bladder noticed it too
“Alright boss, thanks for lunch, but I wasn’t kidding. I have to piss.” Karenna visibly grabbed her crotch. She clenched her thighs together. Losing the tact of their usual banter, she bluntly asked Mary-Ann
“Can I just…right here?”
“Right in front of this place? I don’t think so. Can you make it like 500 yards?”
“Sure. I guess.”
Karenna followed Mary-Ann up the stairs, as she climbed, she could see the finished buildings, what were just shells when she and Nia desperately disrobed behind the dumpster. Mary-Ann spoke
“Whew…didn’t think that wine would hit so fast.”
“I…I did.” Karenna said sheepishly
Mary-Ann looked behind her, and smiled down at Karenna as she reached the top flight of the stairs. Her car was nearby. Karenna followed her to it, and her boss opened the driver side door and the passenger side door. Karenna knew why. She stood in between the open doors, bobbing her knees up and down.
“Look, I’m sorry I’m not…” She made a circular motion with her hand “…talking like I usually do. But I had a lot of water and some of that wine.” She was shuffling her feet “And I already had to pee before I got here.” She let go. The crotch of her pink jeans darkening “And I was trying to not pee in the restaurant, which I thought we might. And now I’m peeing. I’m-I’m peeing”
Mary-Ann watched as the thin dark streaks down Karenna’s thighs widened. Karenna kept shuffling her legs, her pee splashing out of the back of her jeans. They were thin, and most of her pee either splashed out onto the asphalt or it overran her now dark-pink thighs. Once it reached her kneecaps it mostly fell to the ground. But what made it though the backs of her legs made it all the way down to the ground. Her cuffs started to drip, and a puddle formed around her legs. As Karenna finished pissing herself, she looked up at Mary-Ann
“I had a lot to drink.”
Mary-Ann giggled “Yeah! I can see it running down your legs!”
“Well, you got a long ride home. And had plenty to drink. I’d better let you get going if you’re going to avoid doing this.” Karenna motioned to her wet self.
“Yeah. I honestly might have to pull over and find a restroom.” Her voice got higher pitched “I mean, I commend you for being so brave out here, but sometimes I like a bathroom.” Karenna could see a slow patch devolving on the crotch of Mary-Ann’s white pants “You know, the nice quiet. Just you and the toilet. And besides, if I wet my pants in public, we’d have people saying things like ‘Mary-Ann can’t hold it’”
Karenna pointed to the now see through crotch of Mary-Ann’s pants “I don’t think Mary-Ann can hold it!”
Putting her hands up to her mouth and feigning shock Mary-Ann factiously replied “Oh no! I guess you’re right. Just the though of making it, and running to the toilet, I must have figured I was already there!”
“I knew you wanted it, I knew it!”
“You just looked like you were having so much fun Kar!”
Karenna hugged Mary-Ann, even as her boss was still peeing her pants.
“Thanks for lunch boss. I always have fun with you.”
“Me too Kar, me too.” |
A/N: This chapter was certainly a fun one to write for those who are keeping up with the story. And for those who just like peeing and wetting scenes, this chapter features a full slate of 3 wettings and 3 peeing scenes. As always, feedback is not only encouraged but appreciated. And that includes negative feedback! Also, at the end, I have some questions for our most avid readers, but I can’t put them here without spoilers.
Chapter 4.3: Telling Chloe
Karenna was already awake as her morning alarm rang. Today was the day. A week had nearly passed after Mary-Ann had told her to be open about her wants with Chloe. She had it all planned. By noontime she’d have her final bathroom break of the day. Then she’d head to Chloe’s after work. It was a date night after all, but Karenna wanted to ask Chloe is she could show her something. Then she would. As she reached over to her phone to shut the alarm off, her bed crinkled, the protective cover asking her if it would be used. Thinking about it for a moment, Karenna thought of the laundry. If all went well with Chloe, she wouldn’t even be home tonight. Leaving a stain for that long would be a nightmare. She decided against it. Promising herself that she’d find time again, Karenna stood up and stretched. She grabbed her phone off the night stand, the notification light still flashing. She had a text. It was from her boss.
Good luck! There was a video attachment
“Hey Kar, just got back from my morning run.” She was sweaty, and Karenna could swear she heard another sound. She couldn’t make out what it was though
“I know today is huge for you. And I want you to know that it takes a lot of courage to be as open with Chloe as you want to be. Let me know how it goes, and just know that I support you! Oh. And…” Mary-Ann panned the camera down. Her blue leggings had long dark streaks down each of her legs. That’s what the sound was. She had been peeing her pants while she talked.
“…I think I should have gone to the bathroom before I started this video.” She panned the camera back up.
This time Mary-Ann held her phone farther out, Karenna could see her a fuller shot of her boss. With her free hand, Mary-Ann cupped her crotch. She continued
“But I might be able to hold the rest in. Thanks for giving it a real try with Cassie. She just closed the Tomboli mortgage, that is a record for the first week.” Karenna could see another dark patch developing around Mary-Ann’s hand.
“You’ve been such a great employee and an even better friend. Just know I’ve always got your back.” She shook her hand, which was now drenched in pee.
“I’ve got some clean up here, but I’ll see you in a little bit.”
Karenna slipped off her panties and T-shirt. As she stepped over the sides of the tub, she flicked the handle to start the warm water. At first, the water spout for the tub gushed an ample amount of water onto her feet, but when Karenna flicked on the pin to activate the shower head, she synchronized the start of the shower head with the release of her morning pee. As she stood, she watched it sluice out of her black labia and splash onto the shower floor. The usual accompanying hiss was drowned out by the noise of the shower. Karenna put her hand over herself. The spray was felt all up and down her legs. She slipped a finger inside herself, her stream continuing over it. Today was supposed to be her big day with Chloe and all she could think about was her boss. Did Mary-Ann know what she did to Karenna with that clip? As Karenna stopped peeing and started masterbating, her mind was focused on the one thing it could never have. It wanted Mary-Ann.
Karenna was on all fours. The shower water ran over her back. Her orgasam had been intense, weakening her knees and robbing her of her breath. It was all about her boss. Not one part of her fantasy had involved her girlfriend. Karenna felt a wave of shame wash over her. She doubted herself. There was a hole in her heart that just big enough for one person. Every part of her told her that Chloe didn’t fit it. As Karenna finished preparing herself for her day, she was sure to bring a water bottle with her. She had a date tonight after all, and she’d stay committed to this one at least.
“Have a great day, sir!” Chloe smiled at the customer as he left.
There was a lull in the flow of business. The messy tables and pushed out chairs meant that despite the respite from orders and coffee machines, there was work to be done. Chloe’s coworker jumped into action with her. The two cleaned off the tables and pushed in the chairs as he spoke
“You’re unusually happy today. I thought you hated the morning shift?”
Chloe hummed to herself as she worked “I got a date tonight Jason!”
“Is she cute?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe! She’s just got so much energy, knows exactly what to say. I’m so ready to see her again!”
“Is this one serious?”
“I hope.”
Another customer came through the door. As Jason continued to clean, Chloe hopped back behind the counter. She took his order with the same glee she had been wearing all day. As she turned around to prepare his order, she took a sip from her bottle of water. Everything tasted better today. As the machine loudly made the customer’s drink Chloe could steal a minute to imagine herself and Karenna again. Her infatuation with the black woman’s body stole her mind. Chloe still couldn’t believe that a beautiful girl like that a alone in a club. That she wanted to be dominated the way she did. And that Chloe could deliver it. She almost felt bad, treating Karenna like that, but the way the woman moved and thrashed in bed was evidence enough that she wanted Chloe treat her like that.
As the customer got his order, Chloe wished him a good day. She let Jason clean as she daydreamed again. It had been a risk. At the end, to straddle Karenna and let go. But the fact that she had accepted it, even wanted it, served Chloe’s own fantasies.
“You going to do your job?” Jason was annoyed
“You’re just mad cuz no one likes you” Chloe got back to cleaning
“Wow. Harsh.”
“I am what I am.”
As Chloe worked her mind went back to her date. The little pictures they’d send back and forth, the videos Karenna sent her. To think that she picked out the one other girl in the world who was into the same things Chloe was. It set her heart aflutter. She hoped tonight would be another episode between the two, and took the feeling of her filling bladder as a good omen.
“You’re late.” Karenna scolded Cassie
“I know. I thought I’d take my time this morning”
“Did Mary-Ann know about this?”
“No. But I did close a record case in my first week, so…”
“So what?”
“…So I had some fun last night. This is the easiest paycheck in the world!”
“Here.” Karenna tossed two folders on Cassie’s desk. “Then these shouldn’t be too difficult for you.”
Cassie thumbed through the folders “A 195 and a 210? Isn’t this a little beneath me?”
“It’s your first week!”
“Yeah, but-“
“But what? I’m still ahead of you for the week- you’re not that special, and you’ll work on those files because I asked you to.”
Cassie rolled her eyes and put her headset on. Jealous bitch she cussed at Karenna in her mind.
Exasperated from her rebellious subordinate, Karenna sighed. Shaking her head, she sat back down at her desk. She took a drink from her water bottle. Not only was Cassie not cooperating, but neither was her bladder. Karenna didn’t feel a thing and she estimated that she was about half way through her bottle. She rubbed down the legs of her pants. They were the same pair of Khaki’s that she had first wet. In front of Sarah. She couldn’t help but feel aroused as she reminisced about her accident. The feeling of totally losing control. The encouragement by Mary-Ann in the elevator. The embarrassment of losing it all as it ran down her legs. Maybe one day she and Mary-Ann could re-enact it. No! No! Stop it. You’re supposed to feel that way about Chloe! The logical and moral part of her brain combined to scream at their master. Her heart protested. Mary-Ann was the woman Karenna wanted to be. Karenna felt safe, comfortable and happy when she was with Mary-Ann. Wasn’t that love? Then what’s Chloe? A whore? Someone to pleasure you? Shame flooded Karenna’s mind. And not the kind she liked. She put her head in her hands.
Cassie looked over at her superior. Karenna didn’t notice her, but Karenna looked defeated. While not making a conscious decision to do so, her aggressive mind saw an opportunity to prove its dominance over her hierarchical better. This primal need manifested itself in a simple ask.
“Can I go pee?”
Karenna looked up from her desk, her thoughts disturbed “You were and hour and a half late.”
“Uh, yeah, that’s why I have to pee.”
“Finish up a game plan for the 195, show it to me, then you can go.” Karenna took the tone of a school teacher
Karenna’s response kept the ball in her court, Cassie tried to wiggle out of the trap
“What if its kind of urgent?” Cassie was lying, but she needed to get out of Karenna’s verbal flank.
“You have a trash can.” Karenna expected this to shut Cassie down
Shrugging, Cassie pulled the waste basket over to her.
“Woah, woah, woah! Cassie, what the hell? I wasn’t serious.”
“Sounded like it to me.” Cassie didn’t care if it meant gaining leverage over Karenna
“Would Sarah let you act like that in her office?”
“Well…no.”
“Then why would I let you do that here?”
If you knew Mary-Ann, I bet she’d be cool with me being late. I shouldn’t have to take this from you. Cassie’s inner monologue lobbed venom at Karenna. Instead of words, she passively backed down. Karenna continued
“Show me how you’re going to close that mortgage and then you can go pee.”
Cassie nodded, Karenna had won this battle.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this cheery, have I, Chloe?”
She smiled back at Jason, confirming her enthusiasm for her date with Karenna. But what he saw was her pee dance. The result of her morning hold and her anticipation of engaging in her secret spot.
“I-I think I’m going to take out the trash.”
Jason was on the drive thru headset, he nodded, unaware of why Chloe was so eager to volunteer. Gathering the trash from each of the smaller bins wasn’t difficult, but as Chloe bent over, her bladder sent shockwaves up and down her small frame. It wanted to release as much as she did. Though she was not at her limit, Chloe was desperate, and she crossed her legs as she bagged the trash. Smiling as she stood, she tossed the black plastic bag over her shoulder, and headed out the door.
It was a nice bright fall day. There was a nip in the air, but the heat of the sun felt good on Chloe’s back. She stayed close to the brick building, entering the shade as she turned the corner. The drive thru line was just a few cars deep, they were shielded by the 3 walls that surrounded the dumpster. Chloe opened the gate, a preventive measure against illegal dumping. She entered the enclosure and tossed the bag over her head into the awaiting dumpster. As she did so, her bladder spasmed. Chloe crossed her legs over each other and drove her hand into the crotch of her jeans. She felt a warm rush careen towards her opening. Holding this position, she clenched her muscles tight, and didn’t lose a drop. The feeling subsided, but her bladder was full. This was the game.
Chloe looked behind her. The gate and the walls obviously provided privacy, she knew that. But if she ever got caught in her little activity, she knew she’d be in serious trouble. Chloe unzipped her jeans, and undid the button. She backed towards the corner between the dumpster and the wall, shimming her jeans down to her ankles as she did. Her bare ass was now occupying a corner of the waste area. As Chloe set herself down into a squat, her bladder responded with another rush. This time, even if she had wanted to stop it, Chloe wouldn’t have been able to.
A yellowish liquid rocketed out of Chloe’s snatch. It felt warm as it sprayed the pavement below her. A splattering sound ensued as her urine hit the ground. The feeling and the nature of the act aroused Chloe. She closed her eyes as she listened to the sound. She enjoyed feeling the flow of her piss escape her pink skin. Chloe used her hands to reach under her arched legs, placing her palms on her ass cheeks, and grabbed her outer labia. As she spread herself with her hands, she entered back into her usual fantasy.
She had long pretended that her act was one of necessity, and not choice. In her mind she had, for so long, been the bursting employee. Sometimes she pretended she was the new girl, to shy to ask for a break, and now had to relieve herself in the corner. Or maybe it was the daytime rush that had held her up. An occupied bathroom. Whatever Chloe had wanted, she was the desperate employee, pissing in a corner. But now, as she squatted in the sun, her urine loudly spraying the ground; her fantasy had changed.
Now she imagined that she knew about this spot. That it was her secret place, as it was in real life. But this time, she met a desperate customer. The other woman would have come in off the road for a bathroom break, only to be greeted by an equally desperate Chloe. Then, out of a display of benevolence, Chloe would lead her to the secret spot, but only if she watched Chloe relive herself first.
Chloe opened her eyes again, her stream finally arcing back towards her, creating drips away from her puddle as it returned to its owner. She smiled. The woman in her new fantasy fit Karenna’s description. Chloe wondered if there would be an opportunity to tell Karenna to indulge with her soon. Chloe wiped herself with a thin napkin she had borrowed from the coffee shop. It hardly dried her, but she felt her fingers through the wet paper. Her long outer lips responded with sexual energy. She tossed the paper into her puddle, then took a moment to think as she pulled her jeans and panties back up. She could give Karenna a hint now. Snapping a picture of her deed, she sent Karenna a picture of the puddle, her discarded napkin in the center. She gave it a caption
New spot you’re going to try
Chloe smiled as she hit send. Karenna was her girl.
“Good job Cassie. Now what was so hard about that?”
“I think I’m qualified for the better stuff though. It’s a lot for just a 195.”
Karenna sighed the arrogance on this girl.
“Alright, you can go.”
“Home?”
“No. Didn’t you say that you had to pee and hour ago?”
“Oh, right. Thanks.” Cassie wheeled around, her black skirt whirled behind her.
At least Karenna’s bladder cooperating now. It was about noon, and time for it final proper emptying. It wasn’t full, but it’d be a break. As she watched Cassie travel down the hallway, her mind wondered. She stopped it. It wasn’t right to go there.
Cassie had just passed Anna’s desk when the tan skinned girl shot up from her chair
“Cassie, are you going to the bathroom?”
“Yeah, I was planni-“ Anna interrupted her
“Please, can I cut? I’m serious!”
Anna had been nothing but sweet to Cassie. She felt bad for the poor secretary.
“Go ahea-“ Anna interupted her, her hands pressed against. Her crotch
“Thanks so much!” She shouldered the door and rushed into the bathroom
What a strange place to work Cassie put her back against the wall, forming a line as Karenna filled in behind her
“Oh, so you’re following me now?”
“Even your boss has to pee Cassie.”
You’re not even my boss, you’re just in my way. I should make you piss yourself, I doubt you’d like that! Cassie kept her harshest words in her head. She wouldn’t really do that, but she knew she was better than Karenna. If only Mary-Ann could see it.
As Anna left the bathroom she kept her head down, her face red. Karenna leaned over to her as Cassie went in next
“Anna, are you ok?”
The nice girl nodded, but kept moving back to her desk. She obviously didn’t want to talk about it. Karenna changed the subject, hoping to distract the poor girl
“Is Mary-Ann in today? I could use her help with something.”
“Yeah! She’s just in her office!” Anna perked up
Karenna smiled back as she walked up to the heavy wooden door besides the conference room. She opened it carefully in case Mary-Ann was on a call. Her boss was free. Mary-Ann motioned for Karenna to come in.
“Big day today, huh Kar?”
“In more ways than one.”
“Oh?”
“Cassie was late. An hour and a half late.”
“Did she have a good reason?” Mary-Ann picked up a rubber band, playing with it in her hand
“No. She said she was up late partying. What do I do? Can I fire her?”
“Not unless I say so.” Mary-Ann seemed exasperated “It’s not like Sarah would text me back, I don’t know if she’s made a habit of this in the past. What did you do about it?”
“Well, nothing. I wanted to know what you would do.”
“Considering you were never late when you were in her position, I’ll leave it in your hands.”
“It’s like she just doesn’t respect me.”
Mary-Ann nodded. She swung her chair so that she could peer out the large windows. She thought for a moment.
“Maybe she needs a field trip. Some time with me. Let her know that I’m going to take her out to my properties in two weeks, I needed to see Donovan anyway.”
Karenna nodded. She started to back out the door
“Oh, and Kar?”
Karenna turned. Mary-Ann was still staring out the window
“You prepping for your big night?”
Karenna smiled her coy smile “You know it boss. I’ve actually got to go right now.” Karenna kept her smile “You?”
“Badly. Don’t even know if I’ll make it home.”
Karenna exited Mary-Ann’s office, horny. Her desire for a night with her boss ravaged though her sensitive parts. She turned right, and headed towards the restroom, her hips swaying with the buzz of sexual energy she got from Mary-Ann.
Pushing open the bathroom door, Karenna took out her phone as she entered the single stall. Her phone had received a text from Chloe a while ago. Karenna pulled down her work pants and panties as she read the text. She let go of her last proper pee while she looked at Chloe’s deed. The puddle on the ground in her lovers photo was obvious, and as Karenna’s own piss sprayed the inside of the toilet, she propped herself up. She took a picture of her clear pee stream. Giving it the caption
You want me to do this?
A text came back quickly, though the hiss of Karenna’s deflating bladder drowned out the notification. Karenna read it, even as the spray tickled the inside of her labia
Good girls do what they’re told
Karenna let it sit and instead focused on emptying her bladder into the office toilet. It was a pleasant time to be alone, the troubles and the burgeoning feud with Cassie draining away as she drained herself into the porcelain. Mary-Ann had said something about the calmness of using the toilet. And though Mary-Ann was pissing her pants in front of Karenna at the time she made the quote, as Karenna wiped herself, she actually agreed. She sat for a minute. She looked back at her phone. Trying to remember her date and forget about her feelings for Mary-Ann. A naughty idea crossed her mind. Standing from the toilet, she flushed and walked in front of the mirror. She had just a little left. She let go.
If Mary-Ann caught her doing this, she would be reprimanded on the spot. A quick jet of pee warmed her panties as it escaped. Karenna, aware of her actions, gasped as a small dark patch, no larger than a quarter, appeared on her crotch. Technically, she had just wet her pants in the office. She took a mirror selfie to send to Chloe.
With a caption that proved it wasn’t a shadow, Karenna poked at what she was going to do with Chloe.
But what if I showed up like this
She got a text back
Tonight?
It’s a long drive
Bad girls get punished.
Karenna smiled, she was starting to anticipate her evening with Chloe. Her mind recalled the awesome sex they had, and despite her other desires, more of that sex was certainly welcome. Karenna headed back to her desk. Her heart pounded as she walked by Anna’s desk. The wonderful girl was too busy working to notice. Mary-Ann was still in her office. Karenna walked to her own corner, Cassie was texting. Karenna decided to flaunt her daring move. She leaned against her desk, which was right near Cassie’s, and got the young miscreant’s attention.
Cassie looked up from her phone. Her eyes immediately noticed a dark patch on Karenna’s light khakis. Did she? Karenna shifted as she started to talk
“Clear your calendar in two weeks. Mary-Ann is going to take you on a little field trip”
That has to be…this chick just pissed herself Cassie couldn’t stop staring. Her eyes were transfixed. It took everything she had to not say a word. Bitch wants to tell me what to do and can’t even wait in a bathroom line? Her mind raced as she thought that Karenna may have a bladder problem. Or that she didn’t believe in toilet paper. In any case, how on earth was Cassie below her on the totem pole? She still hadn’t responded to Karenna’s statement
“Will you at least do that Cassie?
“Sure, sure. I’ll go on Mary-Ann’s field trip.”
At least she doesn’t piss her pants Cassie mocked Karenna, in her mind
Karenna looked at her crotch under her desk. Her stain had disappeared, returning to the normal khaki color of the pants she was wearing. If one looked close enough, they would only see the slight discoloration. Karenna hoped the only one looking would be Chloe in about an hour. The afternoon had not been nearly as eventful, and the only thing that had stood in Karenna’s way as she finished two waters and soda were emails and calls. But those beverages ha made their way into Karenna’s bladder. And they didn’t care that she was holding it on purpose. They wanted to be relieved. And they wanted it now. Karenna wiggled as she kept a watchful eye on Cassie. She hoped her rebellious understudy wouldn’t use her forced hold against her.
Karenna stood, her workday done. But as she did so she winced. The pain that emanated from her bladder sent signals to their rest of her muscles to hold on. As they did, Karenna crossed her legs. She stood on one as she wrapped the other around it. Gingerly walking to Cassie’s desk, she leaned against her own. She tapped her heels in a bid to continue her desperation discretely.
“So I want you here until 7, Cassie.”
“7?! But-“
“But you were here late. So you stay late.” Karenna clenched her thighs
“Fine. I guess.”
Cassie wasn’t intimidated Or what? You’ll piss your pants again? Cassie noticed Karenna holding herself as the two parted. Does she seriously need to pee again? The fuck is wrong with her?
The drive to Chloe’s was painful. No matter what Karenna did, she couldn’t make her hold enjoyable. As she drove and weaved through traffic, she clenched her thighs together. At a red light, she would dig her hand into her crotch. If this had been a hold for fun, she would have already wet her pants. But she wanted to show Chloe, and though her hold wasn’t fun, it was the possibility of her wetting leading to sex. That made it fun enough. She shifted her weight to one side as she made her way downtown, past the club where they met. She was close, but the heavy feeling in her bladder told her that she was running out of time.
She swung into a free parking space. One of the only free spots at Chloe’s apartment complex. Karenna ripped her keys out of the ignition, and furiously opened her door. She put her keychain on top of the car after stepping outside as she reached back inside for her purse. Each movement was a strain on her bladder, but her grip held. She hadn’t played with it today, and her newfound strength to from her frequent holds was showing. That didn’t mean that she could stand up fully though. She was full, enough to arch herself forward. Her legs shook uncontrollably, begging her to just let go. Karenna was close to her goal.
Wobbling her way towards Chloe’s brick apartment building, another tenant noticed her predicament. She was another black woman
“Me too girl!” She shouted across the parking lot
“I’m seriously about to pee myself!” Karenna called back.
Maybe it was an exaggeration for others, but right now, Karenna was being honest. She reached the awing, breathing heavily the whole way. She was too desperate to think of what to say to her lover. She got inside, the overly hot building casing its warmth over her. She fumbled herself to apartment number 3. Karenna knocked. She marched in place, trying to hold as much of her pee as she could. She stopped. Held herself. She knocked again. Nothing. She was in a partial crouch as two teenagers walked by. As the left the building, she heard one of the whisper to the other
“She’s gotta pee!”
Karenna turned back around and slapped the door with her bare palm.
“Chloe, I’m here…please”
Her phone vibrated
What’s the magic phrase?
“Please?” Karenna asked the door
Tell me how bad it is. Her phone buzzed again
“Chloe, if you don’t let me in right now, I’m going to piss on the floor out here. Please let me in!”
The door unlocked, Chloe poked her head out slowly. Doing anything slow was not in Karenna’s purview now. She nearly pushed Chloe back into the apartment as she put her things down on the small wooden table. She turned around, still half hunched, evidence of her swollen bladder.
“Sounds like my little K has to take a big piss.”
“Chloe, I‘ll be level with you. I wanted this to be romantic and it is something I’ve never had to bring up before, but I can’t wait much longer.” Karenna spoke fast.
But she paused, hoping to pick the right words. But they left her mouth before she could even process them
“I really like to pee my pants for fun, and I’m so desperate now. Can I please do it for you?”
Chloe’s lips contorted. She mulled it over. Karenna bounced, wiggled and stood there, waiting for an answer. Was Chloe’s delaying her answer on purpose? If she took too long, Karenna was going to have to do it anyway. Chloe spoke
“Move your hands” They were hovering in front of Karenna’s crotch
Karenna obeyed, moving them away to her sides
“Stand straight up”
Karenna obeyed, her bladder stretching, yelling, screaming and complaining at her. Tears formed from the pain
“Pee your pants”
Karenna obeyed. She felt her moistening panties dampen as the first gush of warm piss sprayed out of her private parts. It wasn’t long before she could feel her pants warm too. A torrent of hot urine ran down her legs.
Chloe watched intently as the first patch began to show on her lover’s crotch. It broke into thick, dark streaks as it rushed down her khakis. Each of her pant legs became just as dark, but they overflowed, and soon her floor was splattering with Karenna;s urine. It dripped off of her back legs, and rushed down to her cuffs. As it dripped off of them, the overflow filled Karenna’s heels. A rapidly growing puddle and formed as all of Karenna’s full bladder emptied into her pants. Chloe was enraptured by it.
Karenna could feel her bladder nearly empty. She sighed. It wasn’t the same as it was with Mary-Ann. She needed another girl with her. She opened her eyes again, and lowered her head to look Chloe in the eye
“You too?”
Chloe was busy staring at Karenna’s spectacle. She looked up.
“I guess I had that extra water today…ok, I’ll try it.”
Karenna smiled. Chloe reached out her hand
“Your pants please”
“W-what?”
“Yup, I’m going to try it.”
“But don’t you have your own? Besides, I’m still peeing”
It was true. While it wasn’t much, Karenna was still dribbling into her blue panties
“Yeah, but I like these pants, and you obviously don’t care about yours, so…Pants please.”
They did hold value for Karenna though. These were the first pair that she wet. She felt like they helped her discover herself, along with Mary-Ann. But maybe this meant that they were going to give her another new beginning? She shimmied them off, now finished peeing. She handed them to Chloe, who put them on
“It’s so cold!” Chloe squirmed as she fit them over her legs
“Warm them up then!” Karenna tried to banter like she did with Mary-Ann
“I’ll try…” Chloe closed her eyes
Karenna stared at her lover, her own blue panties now exposed, as the puddle she had made was also cold. Chloe gasped
“Oh my God, its so warm.”
“Are you peeing?” Karenna felt some joy
Chloe nodded, her face told Karenna that she didn’t know what to make of it. Karenna wasn’t even sure Chloe was telling the truth. It was silent, and impossible to tell on the already wet fabric. It soon became clear that Chloe was being honest as a new puddle began to grow at her feet. It wet Chloe’s socks as it formed. But it stopped quickly, Chloe hadn’t been desperate.
“So…how was it?” Karenna was inquisitive
“I’ll be honest. I loved it on you. You’re so adorable when you can’t hold it anymore.”
Chloe moved closer.
“But how am I supposed to punish you for being a pants wetter, when I’m doing the same thing, hmm?”
She grinded on Karenna.
“And speaking of which, I just saw you piss yourself. Do you know what I’m going to do to you for that?”
“I want to find out”
Karenna followed Chloe to her bed, and the two trashed and mangled their bodies together. Karenna’s fears, and thoughts from the day evaporated into lust. She was primal, in that moment. Once the two had calmed down, Chloe looked over at her partner. Karenna was flat on her back.
“You were mad today, weren’t you?”
“How could you tell?”
“You didn’t need any instructions for the way you used that tongue this time. You’re a good girl.”
Karenna smiled, taking the compliment and enjoying the pillow talk. She could still taste Chloe on her lips. Chloe propped herself up on her elbow, facing Karenna, their nude bodies nearly exposed by the light sheet. Karenna felt a hand on her leg as she bent her legs. Her black pussy was exposed. The hand crept closer towards her.
“What’s one of your fantasies K?”
“I don’t know if I’m ready to share.”
“Not even if we trade? It doesn’t have to be your biggest one.”
The hand was on her inner thigh. Karenna could feel Chloe’s fingers near her snatch. She looked over at her partner
“You first.”
Chloe was forthright. She told Karenna about the desperate customer she wanted to come into the store, and that the two might share in her little spot. Her fingers massaged Karenna’s pussy. It was wet again as Karenna liked the idea. Chloe kissed her. As they broke the kiss, Chloe whispered
“Now you, tell me what K wants.”
Karenna looked her in the eyes. Her genitals were still being skillfully manipulated by Chloe. She gave it up. But not her biggest fantasy
“I want to pee my pants in public.”
Chloe slipped another finger in, Karenna was wet, ready for round two.
“What would that do for you K?”
“The shame. Knowing that I can’t hold it anymore and that everyone can see me. It turns me on.”
“I can tell.”
Chloe rolled on top of her. Karenna wasn’t sure how or when the two might act on their fantasies, or if she’d even be with Chloe long enough to get there. But damn if the sex wasn’t good.
A/N: I would love to know your thoughts on a few things. First, do you like the rivalry between Cassie and Karenna? Does it seem natural and where do you see it going? Also, this is the first time we got Chloe’s perspective on anything. Does it change your thoughts about her, or her and Karenna’s relationship? And lastly, I felt like I rushed Karenna’s last desperation scene, what do you think?
Edited November 23, 2021 by knockonthedoor
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A/N: First off, with the holiday here in the US, I wanted to wish you a safe and happy time. Wherever you’re from! This time around we have more character development with Cassie. I hope this helps add some depth and reasoning behind her aggression. We’re still just kicking off her story arc, so hopefully she’ll grow on you. I felt like some of the descriptions were lacking here. Let me know how the scene worked for you in this one. As always, feedback is not only encouraged but appreciated! Good feedback makes a great story. Let me know if Cassie improved as a character here too
4.4: Cassie’s second lesson
Cassie pulled her long black dress boots over her feet. It was an early morning for her, but it was not an appointment she would miss. She did her lipstick. Her hair was dried, twirled and set at her shoulder length. She stared at the girl in the mirror. Her breasts were too small, and her nose ring was tacky. Cassie knew no one wanted her. But she put on a face, her professional bra and blouse masked her naked self. She pulled her black pencil skirt up, and sighed. She hated the woman in the mirror.
Flushing the toilet, she cleared it of her morning pee. She grabbed a black coffee for breakfast as she walked by the kitchen. The concrete steps scraped her new boots. It was early enough to still be dark as she sat in her car. She didn’t have to go. She could just not show up. Go have fun somewhere else. You don’t deserve this anyway. You had one. Just one good one. A flash in the pan. Don’t waste Mary-Ann’s time the way you wasted Sarah’s. She hesitated in starting her car. She remembered what Mary-Ann had asked her. What lesson had she learned. Mercy. Have mercy on her time, Cassie. At least pretend to learn something. Convincing herself to go to work, Cassie started her car.
“No. I’m not firing her Kar.” Mary-Ann waded her way through traffic. Her commute was longer than before
“She hasn’t closed anything in two weeks. She’s been late. And she’s always making these remarks at me.”
“Is it the production or the relationship that bothers you?”
There was a silence
“The relationship”
“So you want to be liked or be a leader?”
“Liked, I guess.”
“Karenna, what you and I have is very special, you know that.”
Karenna’s heart rate increased. Mary-Ann didn’t know how special it was to her. All of it. Mary-Ann was still talking
“What’s even more special is that you’re genuinely my best friend. You know that. But its not the case for many leaders.”
Karenna understood
“Stop asking her to like you and try to ask her to produce for you.”
“But she’s not producing either.”
“She closed the biggest mortgage for a rookie in her first week. She gets a grace period.”
“How long?”
“I guess that depends on today. If she’s a malcontent with me, I guess it’s probably unsalvageable. Let me spend some time with her at least.”
“Fine.” Karenna wasn’t happy about her boss’s commitment to Cassie
“You and Anna holding down the fort today?”
“Yeah. Lot of calls for me, I don’t really need her. Can I give her the day off?”
“I need her to keep me updated, and I doubt you want the spam calls going to you. She does a lot, trust me, you’ll want her around. Feels good to be in charge though?”
“In charge? Does that mean I can undo some of your rules?”
“Which one?” Mary-Ann knew. But she could see the office from where she was. Some fun banter would be a nice start to her day
“A girl can get really desperate on some of these longer calls. And, I don’t know if you know, but. I pee my pants sometimes.”
Mary-Ann feigned shock by giving a fake gasp “You? I have a hard time believing that Ms.Karenna Bryant has ever wet her pants.”
“Mhmm, its true. Might have even happened this week. And the week before that. And I’ve heard you’ve got a strict rule against that in the office. But if I’m in charge, I can revise that, right?’’
“C’mon Kar, I think you can hold it. Besides, that rule is a strict one. Don’t cross it!”
“I know boss, but I had to ask.”
“Hey speaking of which, you made your target for the year Kar. I think I owe you that girls trip.”
Karenna squealed. She knew Mary-Ann would honor her promise
“Name the place you want to go to, and I’ll cover it. And I’ll be sure to bring some extra clothes.” She paused for a moment “Never know what might happen.” Mary-Ann teased
“I’m so looking forward to it. Love you boss!”
“Love you too Kar.” Mary-Ann meant it platonically, Karenna did not.
After the two hung up, Mary-Ann turned off her SUV. She had made it to the office during her conversation with Karenna. She stepped out of the car. Mary-Ann was a little early, but she hoped Cassie would be there on time.
As Mary-Ann waited outside her car, Anna walked by on her way to work. The two smiled at each other. Though Anna and Mary-Ann hardly talked outside of work, Mary-Ann could appreciate her work. Karenna was the next to run by. Her heels clicked as she ran.
“Can’t talk boss, not going to make it if I do.”
Mary-Ann smiled at the show, but she wasn’t sure if Karenna’s desperation was real. Mary-Ann looked at her watch. Cassie had just a few minutes, and Karenna’s show had reminded Mary-Ann that she should use the bathroom before heading out.
Mary-Ann started to leave her post when a car came racing into the garage. It sped around a corner and parked close. It was Cassie. She walked up to Mary-Ann’s car as she downed the last of her coffee. Mary-Ann asked her if she was ready. Cassie nodded and the two climbed into Mary-Ann’s SUV. Forgoing her bathroom trip, Mary-Ann figured she’d be ok. Or she’d at least have a fun little hold at the end of the day.
“So where are we headed?” Cassie asked as she got into Mary-Ann’s car
“I’ve got a property up in the sticks- I check in on it once a quarter.” Mary-Ann got in the the car and started it
“Isn’t that why you pay a property manager?”
“Yes, for the day to day. But what kind of owner would I be if I never gave my tenets a chance to see me?”
Mary-Ann started to back out of the parking lot. Cassie seemed a little worried
“W-wait…ah, never mind” Cassie felt her bladder. Her morning coffee already aggravating it
“Are you sure?”
“I’m fine.” Cassie looked at Mary-Ann “I don’t want to make you late.”
Cassie seemed awfully timid for the way Karenna described her. Mary-Ann wondered if the girl was intimidated by her. The two were silent for a while. Both of their bladders were filling- though it bothered neither of them. After they got on the highway, Cassie asked something that had been bothering her
“So are you and Sarah still tight or…”
“No.”
“Then why’d you take me?”
“Are you Sarah?”
“No, but she recommended me, didn’t she?”
“Sort of. She mentioned you. Your success- your…issues.”
“And you took me?”
“I offered you a job. If you can sell, you have a future in this line of work.” The two passed the last rest stop before exiting onto a two lane route. There was nothing on either side but trees and fields.
“Are you sure?” Cassie shifted in her seat, her bladder starting to become uncomfortable
“That it takes selling skills to succeed in this business? Or if you have the talent?”
“If I have the talent.”
“Your talent is not the question Cassie. You made eight grand in your first week.”
“And what after that?”
“So you hit a slump. Happens to all of us.”
“I think Karenna is trying to keep me there.”
Mary-Ann let the statement hang. Her own need was starting to bother her
“Why?”
“She’s so cold. I know she hates me. I don’t know why.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“I can feel it.”
“And it’s not because you made an off-color remark at lunch?”
“If its about that, she’s kind of petty.”
“Maybe. But then you were late, and she said you always have a ton of remarks.”
“I-its just the way I am…unfortunately.”
“She might think you hate her.”
“She has every right to. I…I’ll be honest. I don’t belong here.” Cassie’s bladder felt heavier
“Why would you say that?”
“I don’t know.” She paused, shifting her weight around, attempting to ease some pressure. “Maybe. Can she just tell me that I did a good job once in a while?”
“Have you asked her?”
“No. You don’t ask for complements. I’m no bitch.”
Mary-Ann laughed at the sudden cuss. “You’re right. Well how about this- you’ve got potential kid, but lose the tough girl act. And focus on production, even if you don’t like Karenna. Your job might depend on it.”
Mary-Ann comforted Cassie by warmly patting her leg. Each smack sent more signals to Cassie that she needed to ask for a break. But she was more perplexed by Mary-Ann encouragement. I don’t know how you tricked her. But maybe do what she says, Cassie. Trust her. She tried to encourage herself. She exhaled as they made their way off of the rural highway. She shifted her weight and put her hand over herself. Cassie hoped she could relive herself at some point.
Mary-Ann was surprised at how full she felt. It wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle, but as they drove through the small rural town, she knew she’d be in it for the long haul back to the office. The two were silent as they exited. Neither were aware of the others growing condition, but as Cassie’s boots touched the muddy ground, she swore. First time wearing these boots and they all ready needed work. She bent over to rub some of the mud off, and as she did, a rush of liquid ran down to her privates. She rubbed the mud off, but as she stood, she wiggled her legs. Confidently, she regained control. Maybe I can ask one of these people if I can use their bathroom. Cassie looked around the lot. There was just the road they came in on, and the hill across the way. For that matter, I could squat around the corner.
The two women with filling bladders met at the nose of the SUV. Cassie held her black notepad at her side, and Mary-Ann, in her beige pencil skirt, walked in front of her. The mud and her need to pee had Cassie wobbling from foot to foot, her weight from hip to hip. Mary-Ann had clenched her muscles, her strong bladder retaining its liquid while not forcing Mary-Ann to quiver in the same way Cassie was. A portly man with graying hair and a mustache greeted the two women, who were gradually getting desperate.
“Ms.Mary-Ann, how are you?” He reached out his hand
She greeted him warmly and introduced Cassie. The young professional clutched her notebook and her tight abdomen reminded her that the coffee she had was ready to be excreted.
“Donovan, I thought I asked you to take these signs down” Mary-Ann motioned to the yard signs.
“And I told you it was a mistake. Look, ask the guy if you want, but I promise you its a mistake.”
Neither of them noticed Cassie crossing her legs behind them.
“Fine, I have to do a run through anyway. The AC system you fixed last time?”
“Here, I’ll show you.” Donovan led the tight walking Mary-Ann and the nearly goose-steeping Cassie. Her need was growing.
Cassie was relieved as Donovan showed them around the corner of the complex. There was just an open field towards the road, with a tree line partially obstructing the view. She could squat around this corner if she could get the two of them to leave her alone. Donovan had the two sharply dressed women gathered around the AC unit. Cassie’s legs wiggled as though she was cold. Donovan didn’t notice her as he prattled on about the makeshift work had had done, and how thankful he was that Mary-Ann had taught him more about the internet. Or something along those lines, but Cassie wasn’t really paying attention, she held her black notepad in front of her knocking knees, trying to come up with an excuse to use the AC unit as cover. He addressed Cassie
“Are you from upstate?”
She gave him a look. Crossed her legs. Cassie was unaware that Mary-Ann was starting to do the same
“No?”
“Oh. You look like someone my daughter goes to college with. There goes that segue.”
“What segue?”
“Well, May-Ann, the property managers conference upstate is in need of a speaker. We tried to get Steven Warner, and he recommended you. It’s a one day event, but I can pay for your hotel if need be.”
“I’ll check with Anna. But put me down as a yes for now.”
“Great! Might be a learning experience for Ms.Cassie, you want me to get a room for the both of you?”
He had accidentally backed Mary-Ann into a yes. The nice balding man still didn’t seem to notice Cassie rocking up and down. Her desperation was growing quickly. Perhaps it was because Mary-Ann was still so composed. But she felt the same tingle in her womanhood that she always did when she needed to pee. And her crossed legs were evidence of that.
Mary-Ann asked Donovan if she could get access to the complex and knock on the doors. As Donovan gave her the ok, Cassie took her opportunity at relief. She waited for the man to walk by her, and for Mary-Ann to follow him. She lied to them.
“My dad work on these all the time. I’ll be up there in a second- let me take a selfie.”
Mary-Ann rolled her eyes, though she wasn’t too cross. As they rounded the corner Donovan asked
“A self what?”
Cassie wasted no time in putting her notepad on top of the AC unit. She slightly bent her knees, as the unit came up to her waist. With one hand, she pulled her panties to the side. With her free hand, she spread her labia. With her mind, she released the hold she had on her bladder. A warm rush shot towards her spread lips, her pierced labia was no stranger to getting bathed in her urine. It was always a rush for her, to pee outside. And she enjoyed the first few seconds of relief.
“Cassie? You coming?”
Shit. Shit. Shit. Cassie slipped her fingers off of herself and slid her panties back into place. She put her hands on top of the AC unit. Her panties were starting to get warm as her stream renewed.
“U…uh…uh y-y-yeah. J-just wait-waiting on the text back.” It was starting to flow down her legs
“I don’t have time for that, c’mon”
Cassie didn’t respond as she clutched her womanhood hard. Stop peeing. Stop, stop, don’t ruin your clothes, stop peeing! It was only a few more seconds, but the damage had been done. Cassie pulled her black panties away from herself. The dark fabric covered her large leak, but the fabric was soaked.
“Fuck!” Cassie exclaimed as she shook pee off of her hand
As she tried to compose herself, another jet of pee warmed her panties. A streak of pee ran down her leg again. She was able to hold on, and for now, her need sharply decreased. Sighing, she started to walk towards Mary-Ann. Her foot was warm, it felt clammy as her pee had traveled inside. Nice job, ruined your boots. Hold the rest you failure.
Mary-Ann exhaled as she crossed her legs. She bent forward, Donovan gave her a look.
“Heels”
He bought it. Cassie came around the corner, she was walking stiffly.
“You ok Cassie?” Mary-Ann asked
“Fine. What do you need from me here.”
“I want you make note of anything that needs to be repaired or might be out of order.”
Cassie nodded as Mary-Ann knocked on the door. Cassie’s bladder was numb. She was confident that even though one of her boots was squelching from her incident, it had ultimately helped her. She’d make it back to the office. Mary-Ann wasn’t so sure she’d be able to make it all the way. It would be a close one. She clutched the hem of her skirt, attempting to stay in control. An old Man answered the door.
“Mr.Rose, I’m Mary-Ann, your landlord. I wanted to introduce myself.”
“Ok. Well thank you, but Jeopardy is on.”
“Those are your signs in the yard, yes?”
“Yeah.”
“Could you take them down please? We don’t allow political signs.”
“I told you last time. It’s not political. Guy was murdered.”
“And I asked you to take them down last time. Mr.Rose please.” Mary-Ann’s legs were shaking
Cassie, felt a sharp pain, her bladder aggravated. She needed to get into this place and use the bathroom. She spoke up. Her kneecaps touching from her rapidly approaching desperation
“Look, she asked you twice now. Do what she says.”
“Get a lawyer. I won’t do it.” The man shut the door
“Good job tough girl.” Mary-Ann gave her some sarcasm.
The two knocked on the next door. No one was home. The two women stood on the porch, their knees wiggling. Mary-Ann prepared to leave.
“You’re doing great work Donovan, place looks good. I’ve got another project coming up, I’ll put you on.”
The two shook hands, Cassie crossed her legs. Any longer and she might be waddling back to the car. She walked slowly behind Mary-Ann, and back to the car. The two were quiet as they entered the SUV. Cassie asked a legitimate question
“Was that a good use of time?”
“Did you learn something?”
“Maybe.”
“Cassie, I would have made this trip anyway. But I was hoping to get to know you a little better. I’m sorry I couldn’t teach you anything this time around.”
“I mean, it’s not big, but I learned that I was being to harsh with Karenna. It’s my, fault, it’s m-me.” Cassie squeezed herself. She needed to pee
“Mercy, Cassie, you should have granted Karenna some space. But, produce for her, and you’ll do fine.” Mary-Ann looked at Cassie and smiled. The tough girl smiled through her pain, her bladder was filled.
The two were quiet as they started to leave town. Cassie broke rank
“Do you need to stop off and get some gas?”
“No, we’re fine.”
“Can we stop anyway…I need to go to the bathroom.”
“You don’t want to stop there. Donovan told me last time, there’s some kind of pervert around here.” Mary-Ann waited “There’s a rest area just as soon as we get back on the main highway. Can it wait?”
Cassie nodded, unsure. To Mary-Ann’s credit, she was a lot more gentle than Sarah. Especially when it came to Cassie needing to use the bathroom. But as they passed back through the downtown, Cassie was holding herself hard. Her wet panties had cooled and were now moist. They begged to be wet again. Though it would be against her will. She wanted to hold it. But she shifted in her seat again, wondering if she could. Her bladder was full, it pushed against her walls. She had promised it relief, and even given it some. It wanted more, and whether it was all over Mary-Ann’s seat or somewhere else, it did not care. Legs shaking, bladder filled, Cassie was still quiet. Her silence created an awkward atmosphere in the car. They got back on the rural highway. Just outside Cassie’s door were trees. They flew by with the speed of the car, not caring how rapidly Cassie’s boots were tapping the car floor. Cassie needed to piss, badly. Maybe Mary-Ann really was different than Sarah. She dared ask a question she would have never asked a few months ago.
“M-Mary-Ann? I…I’m not going to make it. Could you p-pull over.” She paused, clenching her muscles tight “I’d like to use the-the woods”
Without saying a word, Mary-Ann put the hazard lights on and slowed the SUV. She unlocked the doors from her side. And motioned for Cassie to get out. As she exited, Cassie told her
“I’ve got to piss so bad!”
Cassie duck-walked down a small ravine, her hand in the crotch of her skirt. Near the bottom of the ravine, she pulled her skirt up and her panties to the side. By the time she was squatting, piss came rocketing forth. A loud hiss erupted from her tired muscles. Her stream of piss kicked up dirt from the ground onto her new boots and droplets of her warm urine splashed the outside of the expensive footwear. Cassie closed her eyes and sighed. The relief was unimaginable, orgasmic, almost. Cassie heard the rustling of leaves. She thought it might be the pervert. They could look for all she cared. She was pissing a strong stream after a good few seconds, and she was enjoying every single moment.
The presence was right next to her. She figured if they were going to take her, at least she had experienced the sweetest relief before hand. She opened her eyes. Mary-Ann had her skirt hiked up, and her panties around her ankles. She had squatted next to the still peeing Cassie.
“Room for one more?”
Without waiting for a response, a second distinct sound came from the leaves beneath Mary-Ann’s heels.
“I had to pee too.” She smiled at the still peeing Cassie.
Should anyone have looked down the ravine, it was obvious what the two women were doing. Cassie’s stream was finally starting to temper off, but Mary-Ann’s was still going. It sounded like rainwater on the leaves, and a distinct crackle emanated from them. Her body didn’t hiss the way Cassie’s had. It was nearly silent, but the relief was just the same. Cassie had stopped peeing for their most part, only dribbles and drops remained. Sighing, she talked to her boss, who was still peeing
“You know, you really aren’t like Sarah at all.”
Mary-Ann looked to Cassie, a stream of piss still visible underneath her.
“What do you mean?”
“She’d have never stopped. She’d have told me to hold it. Your cooler, more willing to accept that others aren’t perfect. I should have given you more credit. And I think I’m still angry at Sarah.”
“I wish she knew that everyone has to pee.” Mary-Ann was nearly empty. Her stream stopped immediately. Then started again, much weaker
“Does this job make you pee in strange places a lot?” Cassie asked, half-joking
“No. Why?”
“I didn’t bring anything to wipe with. I’d want to be prepared for it next time.”
“Just use your panties.” Mary-Ann’s stream was done. She was dripping as she stood back up, and those drops wet her panties as she pulled them back over herself
“Like that?”
Mary-Ann nodded. Cassie followed through. Her already wet panties covered her. They were cold.
“Thanks”
“What for?”
“For letting me pee, and not being weird that I did it here.” The two started to walk up the ravine back to the car
“Thank you for getting the courage to tell me. It’s not easy being so brash. But I don’t mind, honestly. “
The two climbed back into the SUV. Mary-Ann continued.
“If you’ll promise me that you’ll try and produce for Karenna. And I’m not asking you to like her- I’ll take you to that talk Donovan asked me to do.”
“Your a cool person to work for Mary-Ann. Thanks.” The two smiled
“Just- If either one of us needs a bathroom break, lets be more open about it.”
Cassie smiled and looked out the window. She didn’t have to be the tough girl around Mary-Ann anymore. And though she wouldn’t yet admit it, part of her hoped she wouldn’t have to be the tough girl around Karenna anymore either. |
A/N: As we near the close of chapter 4, I'm excited that the characters have all started to take shape and find their place in the story. This one is glowing with sexual energy, so if that's your thing, this one for you. And if you like intentional wetting, we've got two scenes here as well! And some straight peeing as well. There still are twists and turns to be had, but for now, we get a little more depth on our main girls in this one. I would love to know a couple things, which I'll ask at the end of the sub-chapter. 4.6 won't be nearly as long. But will be just as fun! Lastly, the amount of feedback has not only been wonderful, but of expectational quality. I feel like this is one of the best reading groups on the site, and I love the interaction between us all! Thank you all, truly, as an author, thank you! As always, feedback is not only encouraged but appreciated.
4.5: It was Tyler's Idea
Karenna needed to pee. She always needed to pee at this point, but Monday meetings always got her. Not by surprise, but because they were the most fun. Mary-Ann stood at the front of the conference room, not showing any signs of desperation. Karenna was disappointed, she liked the few times after the creation of their ‘game’, where they would both squirm and gyrate during their morning meeting. It reminded Karenna of the first time Mary-Ann peed her pants. Karenna remembered being desperate that morning too. The idea of the two of them being so desperate that they lost control with each other in that meeting room was, for Karenna, a wonderful fantasy. It was this fantasy that drove her to skip her morning pee on Mondays. To feel her bladder on the way in to work, knowing that she would be getting desperate. It let her slip into another fantasy on the way there. The unknowing girl. The one who was unaware of the desperation she was about to get into. Mary-Ann was right. This was relaxing.
That is, until she got into said meeting. Which is where she found herself at the moment. Karenna sat, grinding herself into the cushy office chair. She was unable to sit upright, her morning pee and coffee were now sloshing around inside her, kicking and banging on the sides of her bladder. If she was at home or with Chloe she could be peeing right now. But she was here, holding it in a meeting, because she wanted to. Yet she didn’t love the pain that came with the retention of her waters, it was the result she was after. Because maybe someday, she wouldn’t be able to wait anymore, and it wouldn’t technically be intentional. She could skirt Mary-Ann's rule that way. Nevertheless, until that day, Karenna was content to stuff her hand deep into the crotch of her dress pants, and take the role of the desperate business woman.
Mary-Ann couldn’t help but notice Karenna. Her legs were pretzeled and her hand was invisible underneath her swaying body. Karenna had to know that today was her day to present on her and Cassie’s progress, and Mary-Ann wondered if Karenna had been desperate on purpose. It had been her fault that she and Karenna hadn’t gotten a chance to play their game in a while, Mary-Ann had been busy with Tyler, and she assumed Karenna had been having fun with Chloe. Mary-Ann blamed herself for the clearly desperate Karenna, they had grown so close, and yet Mary-Ann was doing little to foster it. She looked forward to their girls trip, where she and Karenna could just be themselves. For now though, she worried about Karenna taking their mutual interest too far. At least today, if her obvious desperation was anything to go by.
Karenna was full. Her tight muscles in her swollen abdomen proved as much. The pain from holding her night bladder and her morning coffee was becoming difficult. She wondered if today would be the day. The thought aroused her and she took few notes. Hardly focusing on Mary-Ann anymore, Karenna was only aware of her condition. Another wave of desperation ran through her nerves. Today was going to be her lucky day, she was sure of it.
“Karenna, are you ready to present for this month?”
Karenna nodded. And took her time to stand. Today might be the day, but she didn’t want to give any impression that she might have let go on purpose. In a half crouch, she reached over and turned on the projector, her slide presentation ready. She had butterflies in her stomach as she took the front of the room. Her canted body and slow walk made it clear that something was wrong. She started her presentation.
“Um…o-our work this month was-was rocky to say the least. B-but, production has increased in…in the last week.”
“Are you going to mention the Sanderson mortgage?” Cassie interrupted, though it sounded more from excitement than anything else
“Y-yes. I was ju-just getting there.”
Cassie smiled
“Ca-Cassie and I put our heads together on the Sanderson” Karenna exhaled. The exhaustion from holding it setting in “Mortgage. The-the problem was that they thought they we-were approved for more because the realtor was trying to…to make a bigger commission. They, they altered the Sanderson’s numbers.”
“That’s the part I helped figure out.” Cassie said to the table. Mary-Ann nodded. Karenna crossed her legs, anticipating her loss of control at any moment
“Y-yes, an-and I made sure you got paid on that for your…help.”
Cassie smiled at her, Karenna didn’t return it. Instead, she bent forward and put her hands on her knees. She struggled through her next sentences
“Next w-we worked on-on…on the Kelly family. They…ah!”
A rush of pee flew towards her opening. Her body’s natural defenses closed her muscles, fighting back, protecting their master. Karenna knew the end was near. Finally. She collapsed her knees together, clenching. Cassie interrupted again.
“Um, Karenna? If you have to go too, I think Mary-Ann would let us take a break.”
No! No! Not now! Don’t you take this from me you arrogant skank! Let me have this!
“Shut up Cassie.” Karenna said through gritted teeth
“Karenna!” Mary-Ann sounded shocked more than anything else. But she took charge of the situation
“Cassie, you need a break too?”
Cassie nodded
“Anna, do I have the time?”
“Yeah.”
“Alright, we’ll break. Karenna” Mary-Ann was stern “Walk with me.”
Cassie was the first to exit. Mary-Ann guided the obviously desperate Karenna out with Anna in tow. Mary-Ann asked the woman, who was clutching the thighs of her dress pants
“You mind telling me what the hell that was?”
“I need to pee. Very badly.”
“I can see that. Why’d you treat Cassie like that? I thought the two of you were getting along.”
The two friends stopped outside the bathroom door. Karenna leaned back into the wall. She put her hands back into her crotch, recommitted to holding it. Her fantasy ruined, she had come back to the reality of her desperation. She answered Mary-Ann’s question
“You heard her. Sh-she was in-interrupting me. Trying to disrupt…me.”
“Are you sure she wasn’t just proud of herself? She really flipped the switch back on when it comes to producing- and you get a piece of every closing.”
“She still…doesn’t like…me.”
“And you like her?”
Karenna didn’t answer. Mary-Ann was right, Karenna was still aggravated with the brat she had to deal with. A brat who still hadn’t come out of the bathroom.
You fucking failure. You Goddamn idiot. Why the fuck would you say that? No wonder everyone hates you. The sound of the toilet flushing rang behind Cassie. She walked over to the sink, the large mirror showed her the girl she wanted to be, not who she was. She wanted to cry, or scream. Or masturbate. Whatever made the sting of failure go away. You washout- over glorified order taker. Why did you think they might actually like you? Good for you, your tricked Mary-Ann, but don’t expect anyone else to fall for it. Cassie lobbed more insults at herself.
“Does the parking garage count?” Karenna desperately asked Mary-Ann
“For what?”
“Your ‘golden rule’. I’m two seconds away from an accident. Can I…can I please just have thi-this one?”
Neither one saw Anna slip away and out the main doors.
“I don’t know about the parking garage. But I’m not letting you have an accident here. Just go in there.”
“But Cassie’s sti-“
“Use the urinal.”
“Wha-how? Can I even?”
“Yes you can. Trust me.”
“I…I’ll wait.”
“Karenna. If we were almost any other place, or doing any other thing, we would’ve already peed our pants together. But I am not going to let you do that in this office or at work. Now go in there and figure it out.”
Karenna sighed. The thought of her wetting with Mary-Ann was enough of a consolation prize. She opened the door.
To Karenna’s surprise, Cassie was in front of the mirror, head down. She was dejected, but Karenna didn’t have time for that, she had to pee.
“Sorry, I’m out of time.” Karenna dashed into the free stall.
There was piss all over the seat, it was as though Cassie had tried to stand. The cleanliness or how Cassie had peed was not Karenna’s concern at the moment, and as she unzipped her dress pants, she turned herself away from the piss covered toilet. Not moments after she had gotten herself into a half squat, Karenna’s pee exploded forth in a wave of warm waste. The toilet water loudly accepted Karenna’s thick stream as it hissed from the young black woman. Moaning, Karenna deepened her squat, to the point where she was merely hovering over the now splashing toilet water. She heard Cassie finally leave the bathroom.
As Mary-Ann waited outside the bathroom door, she saw it swing back open. Cassie emerged, head down.
“Hey, you ok?”
Cassie nodded. Lying was nothing new to her. Mary-Ann watched her walk back to the conference room, her body language told Mary-Ann everything she needed to know. Not seeing an immediate solution to the problem, Mary-Ann decided to move on. She entered the bathroom, aware from the sound as she entered, that Karenna was still peeing.
From her perch above the toilet, Karenna could see a pair of heels click into the bathroom, and turn around in front of the wall. They had to be Mary-Ann’s.
“That bad, huh?”
“Just proving a point Kar.” A distinct sound came from Mary-Ann. She was peeing into the urinal.
Karenna’s stream had finally slowed. She contracted her bladder muscles, as her final push renewed the strength of her stream. She heard a splashing sound over her dwindling stream. A puddle was developing underneath her peeing boss.
“Is your point that you can make a puddle anywhere?”
“Wh-what?”
“Your feet boss.”
“Oh! Shoot!” Mary-Ann’s realization was drowned out as Karenna flushed, her used toilet paper and desperately held piss swirled.
Exiting the stall, Karenna looked in the mirror while she washed her hands. She looked at a crouched Mary-Ann. It was there, Karenna saw it. For the first time in her life, she saw Mary-Ann’s pussy. It looked smooth, tight. Gentle. Like a jewel thief staring the Sancy in the face. Karenna absent-mindedly turned off the sink. She watched her boss pee. Karenna’s eyes, her mind, intently focused on the apex of her primal desires. To touch it. Feel it, manipulate it with the deft skill she would touch her own. Karenna couldn’t think of anything more beautiful.
“Could you not stare?” Mary-Ann caught her
“S-sorry boss-sss.” Karenna let the end of her sentence hang. She wanted nothing more than to disrobe and take Mary-Ann right here.
She took a deep breath, and left the bathroom. More aroused than she had ever had been in her life before. She felt her own itch between her legs, one that only a quick session in her car could scratch.
Mary-Ann watched the end of her stream run into the urinal and the rest run onto the floor. She pulled her panties back up, and they absorbed the excess urine around her privates. For a brief moment, it was the same sensation as when she would wet. But it was short lived. Nonetheless, Mary-Ann loved the idea that they would secretly be damp for a while. It sent a sensation through her to be that dirty, yet undetected. She thought of Tyler. Her wettings in front of him without her boyfriend even noticing. She let out a soft moan as she finished washing her hands. She’d be seeing him Friday. Maybe he could help her with the feud between Cassie and Karenna, and maybe she could have a little fun again.
Karenna’s car was filled with the moans and screams of an orgasming woman. It hadn’t taken her more than a few minutes to get herself off. She couldn’t get her minds eye to wander off of Mary-Ann’s tight snatch. She had seen it. Maybe for the only time in her life, and it was more tantalizing than anything ever had been before. Not only had she seen it, but it was while Mary-Ann was peeing. It filled Karenna with desire. As she exhaled, descending the sexual mountain, she felt the usual second urge to pee. She wanted to do it in her panties. Something unique, to make today all that much more special. Shimmying down her business pants, she got to her purple panties underneath, she opened the car door and hung her ass outside the cabin. She didn’t want to pay for a new seat.
Karenna hung outside her car, and just as Mary-Ann had showed her at lunch, she pulled the back door open. With a car next to her she was protected as she started to pee her panties. They warmed quickly, and a stream of pee splashed onto the concrete of the garage floor. Oops Karenna teased herself, clearly aware of what she was doing. The small rivulets that escaped the grasp of her now pee stained panties dripped off her thighs, gravity pulling them down into the little puddle she was making. Unfortunately it was short lived. Just a few seconds after it had started, Karenna’s pee was just trickling into her panties. She pulled herself up, letting the rest splash between her legs. She pulled her business pants back up over her soiled panties. They absorbed the wetness, forming a small patch on her crotch.
Closing the car doors, Karenna felt naughty. No one would know of her actions. The wet patch on her pants was noticeable, but with her desperation, the others would assume she just didn’t quite make it. The good feeling of shame tickled her insides, washing away any guilt she might have felt for treating Cassie the way she did. As she walked up the incline back to the main building, she saw Anna ahead of her. But didn’t she have a red skirt on before? Karenna couldn’t quite remember, but she was sure the tan girl was also wearing pantyhose. She must have just been misremembering. However, when the automatic doors slid open for Karenna, she noticed a distinct wet stain on the parking garage floor, just outside the doors. To anyone else, it might have just been water, but to Karenna it was clearly not. She was an expert in making those puddles herself. Maybe Anna had been wearing something else.
Tyler was early. He always tried to be early, but tonight was special. Any night he got to see Mary-Ann was special, but having dinner at the nicest restaurant in town on his dime filled him with confidence. Money wasn’t everything, but he could at least prove to Mary-Ann that he belonged in her stratosphere. He saw her SUV pull up, and his stomach got tight. It was the same feeling Tyler used to get before a football game. A blue dress strapless dress, with a slit right up one of her legs. It showed a little skin as she walked- his heart melted. Tyler was positive she was the love of his life.
As Mary-Ann entered the posh building, she saw Tyler waiting for her already. He greeted her with a loving hug, she kissed his cheek. The hostess smiled at the two lovebirds and guided them through the large eating area. It was well lit, ornate, and light panino music played just over the hum of the dozens of conversations being had. The two were seated near a window, the dark of the night was beaten back by the city lights. Mary-Ann looked out the window first, then back to her boyfriend. Their eyes met. An awkward smile. They hadn’t said a word yet but their bodies and their minds wanted one another. Tyler decided to break the silence first.
“That dress looks just as good as you do Mary-Ann, I love it.”
“Thanks! You know you always look good babe.”
They smiled. Tyler supplicated a little, “I hope you didn’t buy it just for tonight.”
Mary-Ann smiled back, flirting with her love “I only wear it on special nights.”
“You can’t mean that tonight is special, you’re only seeing little ol’ me.”
Mary-Ann winked back. The waitress came over with bread and water, Mary-Ann ordered her favorite wine. Tyler started back up with conversation.
“Don’t they give prisoners bread and water too?”
“Yeah, but I don’t think they get pumpernickel.”
“Or frozen butter. I could never get the hang of this stuff.”
Mary-Ann chuckled “You can’t get the hang of putting butter on bread?”
“You want to see me try? I’m sure it’ll be more entertaining than my jokes.”
“You’re a funny guy. That’s a high bar to jump.”
“Maybe not then. Besides if I trip over that bar, I want to be sure that you’ll catch me.”
Mary-Ann gave him another flirty wink of her eye. She took a sip of her water. Tyler looked over her shoulder as the waitress came back with the wine
“Do you want to show off?”
“Hmm?” Mary-Ann was perplexed by the question
“Valerie McCormick is sitting over there” Tyler pointed “She has a new building she’s trying to sell- good rental place. Could be in the price range you mentioned to me yesterday. Can I introduce you?”
Mary-Ann took a sip of the wine she ordered and the two stood up. On the way over to the other table, Mary-Ann whispered in his ear.
“What did you mean 'show-off’?”
“Because my girlfriend is the most beautiful person here, and I want everyone else to know it.”
It was a brash statement after all of his self-deprecating humor. The change in tone gave Mary-Ann a sexual buzz. She kissed him on the cheek again. He pulled his arm around her waist as the two approached Valerie’s table.
“Valerie!” Tyler called her name
She looked up and smiled at him. Her eyes darkened a bit when she saw Mary-Ann, as though she was disappointed by something
“I wanted to introduce you to my girlfriend, Mary-Ann.”
“Mary-Ann Adimari? You own Pax Americana Mortgage, right?”
“That’s right!” The curly red hair and ample breasted woman could be a great referral source and even better contact for Mary-Ann, she put her game face on, even as her wine started to hit her. “Tyler mentioned that you had a apartment building you’re selling? Is it on the market yet?’
“Not quite, you’re interested?”
“Very, could you give me a call? Tyler will give you my number.”
The two shook hands and small talked for a little while. The entire time, Mary-Ann could feel her need to pee rising. Though she was hardly desperate. Eventually, they broke the conversation and started to walk back to their table. Mary-Ann whispered to Tyler as they walked
“They’re fake.”
“What?”
“Her boobs. She paid for them.”
“Oh? I didn’t even notice.”
“Yeah right! But you know something? Mine aren’t fake.”
She gave Tyler a flirtatious smile as they sat back down, Tyler nearly fell over.
“Damn it Mary-Ann, don’t tease me like that. You know I got a weak heart when I talk to you anyhow. I can only take so much!”
The two gave each other a knowing smile. The waitress came back and they ordered. Their conversation drifted back towards business. Tyler brought up the apartment building again
“And between us, I hope you get it before Sarah Darzi does.”
“She’s looking at it?” Mary-Ann gulped down more of her water. Then sipped her wine
“Word is she started an investment fund. Actually, a private one, looking at investing in mortgages and investment properties. I thought you two were friends.”
“Yeah, no. Not anymore.”
“Do I want to know? Or is it girl stuff?”
“I’ll tell you when you’re older.” The two laughed. Mary-Ann moved the conversation away from the cold-hearted Sarah. “Speaking of girl stuff, I actually have something you can help me with.”
“Uhhh…I don’t know about that kind of stuff if that’s what you-“
“No you dumb jock, I mean girls being bratty with each other.”
“Oh, Oh! Hey, I’m no jock.”
Mary-Ann playfully stuck her tongue out “Love you.”
Tyler smiled back “Love you too. So what’s up?”
“Well, I thought I had set Cassie straight, you remember she was really causing Karenna problems?” Tyler nodded, following the conversation “And once we got back from our field trip, Cassie had really started to produce again? Well, Monday, Karenna straight up tells her to shut up in a meeting. And not in a playful way, she really meant it! Cassie’s tried to hide it, but she’s been down all week, and I have no idea how to handle this now. Karenna’s not going to apologize, she’s still miffed at Cassie.”
There was quiet as Tyler thought to himself. He assessed the situation, and sat back in his chair. He got and idea, and leaned forward
“This is like when coach had both Brian Scott and Marques Williams on the team.”
"Is this another football analogy?"
"There's always a football analogy"
Mary-Ann chuckled “Alright, fine. So Marques Williams huh? The running back for the New York Steel?”
“Yeah, I played college ball with him. Anyway, he and Brian were hating on each other all training camp, practice, you name it. So coach took them both for a fishing trip.”
“You want me to take Cassie and Karenna fishing?” Mary-Ann was starting to need to pee
“No. I might be a jock, but I’m not that much of an idiot.”
The two laughed, Tyler continued “So he got them on a boat and told them to start rowing out, and that he’d meet up with them out there. Well, coach never had another boat, and the two guys had zero idea what they were doing. So they had to rely on each other to get back to shore. It took them hours, but they were the best of friends after that. Still are to this day.”
Mary-Ann understood the concept “Rockadora is in town next week. It’s one of those festivals. Maybe I could get them tickets?”
“Bingo.” Tyler pointed “You’re so smart. No wonder you’re such a well-respected leader.”
Mary-Ann leaned in, smiling “It’s only because I’ve got the best boyfriend.” She kissed him on the forehead “But the well-respected leader has to pee. I’ll be back in a second.”
“Don’t take too long. I only get so much time with you.”
The walk to the bathroom was more challenging than it should have been, the tables were laid out in a way that gave little room for people walking in both directions. At the very least, Mary-Ann was glad she wasn’t desperate. She made it to the bathroom just fine.
The bathroom was just as stylish as the rest of the restaurant. The sides of the large center mirror were made up to look like columns and the white color gave the rest of the room’s style a Roman aesthetic. The stalls were less decorative, but were still fancy in that they were each there own closet, every person got their own space. Mary-Ann entered the center stall. She was alone in the bathroom, the piano music playing softly through the speakers. She stared at the toilet. Most normal people would have spun around and sat down at this point, but a dirty little voice spoke into Mary-Ann’s mind. It is a date you know. Remember your first one? And that time in the park? Or on the phone? He didn’t know then. He doesn’t have know now. Neither does anyone else. The devil on Mary-Ann’s shoulder hit her in her weakness. She wanted it. She was horny after all. This would only make it better. Maybe just a little. Just a taste.
Mary-Ann hiked up her dress and sat down on the toilet without removing her panties. At first it was just a little spurt. A dime sized patch appeared on her matching blue panties. Not enough to drop into the toilet. A little more. Now her blue panties were a much darker shade. But they still absorbed all of her allotted urine. More. Mary-Ann released more, this time a small flow pushed through and dropped into the toilet water. She tried to stop. More. It feels so good. She gave in just a little longer, her stream becoming stronger. Clenching, it was time to stop and pee the way she was supposed to. Mary-Ann’s flow slowed, but was impossible to stop. The voice kicked over the last of her objections. Relax. Let it happen. You know you want this. With that, her stream arced out of the wet fabric and as she pushed even harder, more small rivulets made their way to the back of her thighs. It there was a small pool towards her backside as she let the rest fall into the toilet, her panties doing nothing to stop it. She grinded on the toilet seat, enjoying every second. Wishing Tyler knew about it.
Another woman came into the bathroom. She used the stall next to Mary-Ann and started a weaker sounding stream. She has no idea what I’m doing. A slight moan escaped Mary-Ann lips as she finished. Goosebumps appeared on her skin as she shivered from the devious act. She dabbed the wet fabric with some toilet paper, if only to shake off the excess urine. She dropped it into the toilet and flushed.
Making her way to the sink, she checked herself out in the mirror. You couldn’t tell a thing. Her dress was unscathed, her panties drenched. She felt horny, hornier than she had been in a long time. And she had her boyfriend with her. She tingled with excitement at what they might do, what they could do. And dinner was half over. She washed her hands and exited the bathroom. She waived to Valerie as she passed her table, the older woman was none the wiser as she smiled at Mary-Ann. None of them knew. Not the waiters and waitresses, not any of the other patrons, not even her boyfriend. Mary-Ann had peed her panties and gotten away with it. She sat back down, their food was ready, and Tyler had waited for her. She was aroused, and could think of nothing but him for the rest of the evening.
“That might have been the best dinner I’ve had.” Mary-Ann thanked Tyler as they exited the restaurant.
“Mine was good, but you could have served me a cooked shoe and I would have loved it. Nothing beats being with you Mary-Ann.” Tyler wrapped his arm around her waist. He was close to her still damp panties
Mary-Ann put her head to his shoulder as they walked to her car. She was sad the evening was ending. She was sure she was falling in love with Tyler. She wanted just a little extra time with him. She looked up
“Hey that constellation looks like you.” She made him stop
He looked up “I don’t see it.”
“Huh. I’ve never been good with those either. Is this better?”
She kissed him deeply. Her hands on his cheeks, his arms around her waist. They started to make out. His hands reached down. They touched her butt. And her still damp panties. He noticed
“Uh, Mary-Ann? Are your-“
“I told you I liked you a lot.” She kissed him again, hoping he’d buy it
He did. Tyler gave her butt a squeeze as they moved towards Mary-Ann’s car. She was alive, on fire with promiscuous thoughts. She broke the kiss.
“Your hand, tiger.”
Tyler brought his hand up. Mary-Ann grabbed it and put it on her slightly exposed thigh. The two ran Tyler’s hand up the seam, she guided him to herself.
“Tell me what my tigress wants.”
“Rub.”
He did as she asked, rubbing and stimulating her, all the while assuming her panties were wet from her arousal. And they were. It was just mixed with her devious act. Eventually he had a finger or two inside her and the two bodies slammed into the SUV. Mary-Ann gave direction, and Tyler obeyed. She was grinding and squirming in the parking lot, and only by some grand luck, no one was aware what they were doing in the dark.
Mary-Ann hugged him. She was close. He was perfect, every motion sent even more pleasure through her body. She was about to cum. She had to scream. She was going to yell. Thinking fast she bit hard into the closest thing she had. His shoulder.
“OW!”
“Sorry. Please don’t stop. I’m about to-“
Tyler immediately went back to work. A moment later, Mary-Ann released, her sex juices flooded over Tyler’s hand. Their first time. Mary-Ann was on a different plane. She knew how bad she had wanted that. Keeping him in an embrace, she asked him
“I didn’t hurt you too bad, did I tiger?”
“I just didn’t know you bit. I can dig it if you’ve got a little kink though.”
“Mmm…you don’t know the half of it.”
“Maybe I’ll find out. When do I see you again?”
“Anytime you want. I want you.” Mary-Ann was still panting
“I want you too. I’ll call.”
“Don’t take too long.”
“That’s not possible, I can’t wait too long.”
The two kissed as they broke their embrace, and Tyler walked back to his car. Mary-Ann checked to see that no one could spot the two lovers.
“Oh, Tyler?”
He turned around. Mary-Ann pulled the top of her strapless dress down.
“I still promise you that these are real.”
His jaw dropped in exaggerated shock. But he loved the sight.
“I never doubted you. But they look unreal in this light.”
Mary-Ann covered herself and blew him a kiss. He winked back. Sitting back down in her car, Mary-Ann couldn’t believe what a night she had. Or what kind of man she was starting to love. Would he really 'dig' what she was into?
“Cassie, Karenna. Before we start, can I see the two of you in my office?”
Unaware of what their boss wanted, the two followed. Anna stayed in the conference room. It was a week after Tyler’s suggestion, and Mary-Ann had kept it to herself. Karenna shut the door, the three were in Mary-Ann’s office alone.
“I know the two of you have had problems with each other for nearly a month now. But the fact of the matter is. I respect the both of you for different reasons.”
Cassie and Karenna exchanged looks.
“And I know you both respect me as both your boss and your friend. So I’m asking a favor of the both of you.”
Mary-Ann produced a flier and two passes.
“Take today off and spend some time together. I think you two are more alike than you think.”
“I can’t” Karenna spoke first.
“Yeah. Um…We-we’re dressed like this” Cassie motioned to their business attire
Both nodded.
“So yeah, sorry boss.” Both were trying to wiggle out of it
Mary-Ann was about to acquiesce. But she remembered Tyler’s story. How the coach just left them out there
“Sorry girls. I wasn’t asking.”
There was a quiet in the room. Karenna sighed. Cassie was the first to take the tickets and the flyer. She handed one to Karenna. She made another effort to atone for her earlier mistakes
“Karenna, look, Obscure Sighs, 12 Ripe Tomatoes, the Roach Brothers.” She was pointing to each on the flier. “This could be fun.”
“For me, Kar?” Mary-Ann pressed the issue.
“Fine. C’mon Cassie, let’s go.”
Cassie walked in front of Karenna until Mary-Ann called to her
“Thanks Cas!”
Cassie smiled at her boss. Karenna turned around and stopped. She mouthed the word to Mary-Ann
“Really?”
Mary-Ann clasped her hands like she was praying and mouthed back
“Please?”
Karenna rolled her eyes and shook her head, before exiting. Mary-Ann walked back into the conference room. Anna was doodling on her notepad
“What ’cha drawing?” Mary-Ann was happy that the two other girls had obeyed
“Just…stuff. So what’s happening?”
“You’re on top of your stuff Anna. I don’t think we need our usual Friday wrap up. Cassie and Karenna won’t be back today. Do you want to go and get lunch somewhere?”
“Uh…can we not? I just…don’t want.” She paused “Can we order something in?”
“Sure! We’ll use the conference room.”
Anna smiled. Still standoffish
The rest of the morning was slow until Valerie called. The two women set up a showing in two weeks, and Mary-Ann was on the phone with her bank and financial contacts for the rest of the morning. Lunchtime came quickly, and Mary-Ann’s mouth was dry from speaking on the phone. She finished her water from the morning and joined Anna in the conference room. The astute secretary had ordered sub sandwiches.
It was awkward to say the least. The two were quiet. The only sound was the crinkling of wax paper and the munching of sandwiches. The occasional drink of water or soda broke the two actions, but Anna remained on her phone. Mary-Ann attempted a conversation
“Any new friends lately or experiences?”
“No.”
There was silence for a while.
“What about family? The holidays are coming up.”
“No. I did my shopping already.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. My family is small.”
Another quiet. There was a commotion outside that neither girl heard. Anna suddenly straightened in her seat.
“I’m sorry Mary-Ann, but I’ve rea-“
The fire alarm cut through the air in its loud sounds and whistles. Mary-Ann jumped at the sudden racket. Anna looked worried. She bit her lip. She closed her eyes as if she had just been delivered the worst new of her life. Boss and secretary ventured out into the parking garage, and followed the line of people outside. It didn’t look like anything was wrong with the building. Fire trucks could be heard in the distance.
“M-Mary-Ann? Could we move to the back?”
“Ok. Is something wrong?”
Anna nodded. She looked worried. Dread was in her brown eyes. She bit her lower lip again. Mary-Ann guided her to the back of the growing crowd of people. The two had to keep walking back as the crowd grew. Mary-Ann was worried about Anna. She feared that the girl was in the middle of a medical emergency and that she was just trying to be noble. Farther. They moved back still. Even as the crowd stopped growing, Anna nearly had them at the alternate entrance to the parking garage. Mary-Ann had to intervene.
“Anna. Please tell me, what’s wrong? Are you ok?”
“Uh…M-Mary-Ann…I um…I had a surgery that went wrong in high school school. I-I-I” There was a sudden splattering sound on the concrete “I can’t feel when…when I have to go. Until it’s a-almost too late.” The ground was getting wet underneath the shaking Anna “I’m-I’m. I’m having an accident.”
With that, Anna started peeing her pencil skirt. Urine escaped down her legs, and poured into her heels. A steady stream of pee splattered the sidewalk as it sprayed her legs. Anna groaned. It was happening again. Another job. Another ruined reputation. She wondered if Mary-Ann was one of the ones who was sympathetic or disgusted.
“Awww, Anna. You poor thing.” Mary-Ann put a hand on Anna’s back
At least she’s a sympathetic one. Anna just stood there, watching the Firemen enter the building. Why had she been given this misfortune? She was done with crying over it, she was done with getting angry. She just wanted to have peace with herself. It didn’t come with this accident. She could feel her soaked panties. She sighed.
“I-I’m done.”
Mary-Ann rubbed her back.
“It’s ok. Let it out Anna. I’m here.”
Anna appreciated the notion, but she’d heard it all before. The words rang hollow to her.
“Do you have a change of clothes?”
Anna nodded “My car. I don’t think anyone saw us, can we go?”
Mary-Ann nodded. She got an idea. “I hope you have an extra for me. I didn’t get a chance when we left our lunch either.”
That’s a new line. Anna’s was confident that Mary-Ann didn’t mean it, but it did make her feel better that someone else was at least pretending. The two entered the garage.
“I had no idea Anna. I’m sorry.”
“I try to keep it a secret. It’s embarrassing.”
“Is there anything I can do?”
“No. No one can do a thing.”
There was some quiet. Mary-Ann made of point of crossing her legs. She wasn’t that desperate. Nor did she really need to pee all that much. Anna suddenly spoke out, anger in her voice
“It’s just. It’s just. People are your friends and you think they’ll stick by you. Then when you become that girl that pees her pants during a presentation, or a test, or at the talent show, they all turn on you. I-I had a special bathroom rule with my teachers, because I peed my pants in class more than once. They’d let me go whenever I had to. The substitutes never understood.” She paused to breath. Anger poured out of her. “When you try to get a job and you pee your pants in front of a customer. When your manager uses it against you. When…when…when the world hates you because of one stupid doctor!”
“Anna. Anna I’m here.”
“No! No! Everyone says that but they don’t get it!”
“Well, I’m about to. Because I really can’t hold it anymore either.”
Anna watched. A quick jet of pee flew out of Mary-Ann’s skirt. Then nothing. Mary-Ann’s mind closed her bladder. What about your rule? Screw the rule, my employee needs this. But what if someone sees? It worth it for her sake. Pee Mary-Ann, pee! The voices debated with each other until another warm trickle escaped her labia. This time it didn’t stop. It was slow, and just ran down one leg. Mary-Ann closed her widened stance. The weak stream became slightly harder, and poured down onto her left heel. It splattered for a few seconds. Anna stood in utter shock as her boss willingly peed her pants in front of her. As quickly as it started, it stopped. There was silence. Anna spoke
“You…you didn’t really need to do that.”
“What? Pee? I really did need to though.”
“I can see that. But I mean….you did that on purpose.”
Mary-Ann turned red. She hoped it had come off as legitimate. She had nothing to say, it wasn’t Karenna. There was no banter to be had. Suddenly, Anna hugged her.
“No offence Mary-Ann, but you’re not the best actress. I know what a real accident is. What it looks like. What it sounds like. I know you did that on purpose. Thank you.” She looked up at Mary-Ann. Her eyes glossy with joy “I’ve gotten sympathy before. But no one has ever tried to walk in my shoes. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you for making me feel safe. Accepted. Thank you for making me feel a little normal again.”
The two smiled. The first time Mary-Ann had seen one on Anna’s face.
“I do recall asking you if you had a change, Anna. Do you have one for me?”
Anna nodded. “Thank you.”
Mary-Ann patted her on the shoulder. Before they ran up to Anna’s car, she snapped a picture of her wet panty-hosed leg to Karenna. It had a caption
Parking garage doesn’t count
A/N: While writing this, I still was cautious about continuing the rivalry between Karenna and Cassie by having Karenna yell at her first. I felt like it gave it some depth, but I'm not sure how it came across to you all as readers. Also, the relationship between Mary-Ann and Tyler, does it feel like someone she would really fall for? Is there enough here yet to make that determination? And lastly, Anna's scene. While I don't intend to make her as central as Cassie, Karenna, Chloe or Mary-Ann, I was hoping her scene didn't feel tacked-on or cheap. Did it feel rushed? How could it have been improved, and did it really fit here? |
A/N: I must say I really enjoy how this one ends chapter 4. I think we have a lot of good character placement as we start to wrap up the first half of this story. Of course, let me know. Feedback is not only encouraged, but appreciated! There are a few questions I'd love to know the answer to as well. Who is your favorite character so far, and why? And also, what has been your favorite or most memorable sequence? Special shoutout to @PeeHour for their excellent story "Told To". Which is cameoed here! Let me know if you found it! Also, references to one specific band are made here, 50 internet points if you guess it correctly. Lastly, read the authors note at the end for a synopsis of chapter 5!
TRIGGER WARNING: Alcoholism is implied. Not a huge part of the story, but I thought I should leave one anyway
Chapter 4.6: Karenna's Looking Glass
A tired and frustrated Karenna sat on the edge of her bed. Her alarm was ringing, telling her to get up. Instead she just sat, staring at the hardwood floor. She sighed- dejected. Standing, her mattress cover crinkled, begging her to use it as her sanctuary. She passed on it, not wanting to do the laundry it would require. She wanted it to be special. You know the one you want it to be special for. Just use it, you know that’ll never happen. You’ll never see Mary-Ann like that again, you know that Karenna. Why wait for something you enjoy? And don’t you have a girlfriend you can tell about it? Her moral compass was trying to take her dirty mind off of what she had seen a week prior. It had dulled everything else, to see Mary-Ann’s pussy.
Karenna stood, her protected mattress sounded offended that it wouldn’t be used again. She stumbled and shuffled over to the bathroom. Still moping, she flicked on the light. Stopping just inside the doorway. The bathroom was orderly, the tub and shower combination on her right, the toilet in between the counter and tub. It was perfectly neat for no one but herself. She stood there, sad. The grind of the week had gotten to her and the emotional toll that her work now took out of her could undoubtedly be traced back to her daily struggle with Cassie. It hung like an albatross around her neck, and the half-asleep Karenna still just stood there. She had another thing to release.
You know you don’t want to use the toilet. A familiar rush swept from Karenna’s bladder to her slit. She did nothing to halt the flow. She felt the light vibrations from her privates. The warm feeling around them. The splattering bathroom tile. Now Karenna stood there, peeing her panties.
The grey material distended and hung slightly as it tried to absorb the current of her yellow morning pee. But there was nothing it could do as a stream broke through and continued to create a puddle on the bathroom floor. The white tile accentuated the yellow piss as it splattered on Karenna’s legs and feet. Her inner thighs were coated by small gullies of piss that escaped the fabric of her panties. They too dripped off the black woman’s legs and contributed to the puddle, which now nearly touched her feet. An audible hiss could be heard from inside her now soaked underwear. Her panties continued to drip as the last of her urine exited her body. Now getting a good look at the puddle beneath her, Karenna briefly wondered why she chose to do that. She pulled her wet panties away from herself, watching a small dribble sneak out of her womanhood. She smiled as she slipped off her sodden panties. She did it because it brought her joy.
She flung her soggy panties over the side of the tub. As she turned on the water, her mind when back to her boss and what she had seen. As the shower water poured over her, she started to touch herself. Maybe one day, Mary-Ann would see Karenna’s pussy too. The thought excited her and as Karenna masturbated, she completely forgot she had a girlfriend.
As Karenna turned the showerhead off, she watched the water circle the drain. Her mood had changed completely. Stepping out of the shower, she began to towel herself off and pulled a number of sheets of toilet paper off of the roll. She winced and shook her hand as she touched the cold yellow pee on the floor. She had held her usual second urge for the sake of it, and another idea came over her. Grabbing the sodden panties from the side of the tub, she first wanted to put them back on. But she stopped. She’d feel dirty again with no time for another shower. Instead, she dropped them into the yellow puddle. Still nude, she squatted over her stained underwear.
Immediately a hiss was followed by a comparably weak stream of golden colored urine. It too splattered onto the cold puddle and Karenna aimed for her already wet panties. She reached down, turning them over so that no area would remain dry. As her stream started to come back towards her opening, she moved the now completely dark grey panties and finished peeing directly into the puddle. Rubbing the soiled fabric against her muff to wipe, she dribbled on it and wiped clean, tossing the bunched up underwear into the tub haphazardly. Excited, she decided to do a hold today and flood her dress pants as soon as she walked in the door. She cleaned up her mess and prepared for her day, being sure to take an extra glass of water with her orange juice.
Surprisingly, while on her drive to the office, Karenna’s phone rang. It was Mary-Ann.
“Hey Kar, happy Friday!”
“What’s got you so cheery?”
“I’m always happy! Well, and I got to talk to Tyler last night.”
“At least you like talking to your lover.”
“Uh-oh.”
“I mean, its not like she did anything wrong. But how much can I hear about whatever nonsense happened at a coffee shop and whatever video game she’s into right now?”
“So you’re breaking up with her?”
“I don’t know.” Karenna paused. She decided to share because Mary-Ann was her friend, not her boss “She’s awesome with her fingers. Really knows how to hit all the right buttons.”
“A little much there Kar” Mary-Ann said lightheartedly
“It’s true!”
“I’m not doubting you. But there is a reason I gave you a call.”
“Oh?”
“I’ve got a little surprise for you today. Did you pack sneakers?”
Karenna’s mind raced. She was hoping Mary-Ann meant that she had an idea for them to play with. But it was an odd question
“Um, no?”
“Oh. Well let me tell you in advance that I apologize. But you’ll do me this favor, right?”
“I’d crawl the length of this state on my hands for you boss, you know that.”
“Thanks Kar. You’re my best friend, see you in a little bit.”
“Love you, boss.”
They hung up. Karenna was never sure if Mary-Ann knew what Karenna was saying. But it made her feel good to say it. With a smile on her face, she made her way to work, her bladder filling as she expected it to.
Karenna made her way up the parking garage, aware that Cassie was behind her. There was about twenty or so feet between them, enough for Karenna to plausibly deny avoiding her colleague. The two were in heels, and they clicked off of the concrete audibly until a car would pass.
Karenna went directly to the conference room and put her things in her usual spot, trying to avoid speaking with Cassie, who tailed her into the room. Anna was already seated. Karenna made awkward eye contact and gave Cassie a muttered good morning. Mary-Ann joined soon enough.
“Cassie, Karenna. Before we start, can I see the two of you in my office?”
Unaware of what their boss wanted, the two followed. Anna stayed in the conference room. Karenna was wondering what Mary-Ann had in mind. If it was a trust fall exercise or something corny like that, Karenna had made up her mind that it wouldn’t work. She shut the door behind her as the two made it to Mary-Ann’s office.
“I know the two of you have had problems with each other for nearly a month now. But the fact of the matter is. I respect the both of you for different reasons.”
Cassie and Karenna exchanged looks. Problems? That’s putting it mildly. Karenna thought
“And I know you both respect me as both your boss and your friend. So I’m asking a favor of the both of you.”
Mary-Ann produced a flier and two passes. Karenna read the title. It was for Rockadora, some kind of music festival. Cassie took it from Mary-Ann hand and studied it.
“Take today off and spend some time together. I think you two are more alike than you think.”
“I can’t” Karenna spoke first.
“Yeah. Um…We-we’re dressed like this” Cassie motioned to their business attire At least she can lie pretty good. Wonder how many times she’s lied to me
Cassie and Karenna nodded, both wanted to avoid spending time together.
“So yeah, sorry boss.” Karenna tried
“Sorry girls. I wasn’t asking.”
There was a quiet in the room. Karenna sighed. She’d have to abort her hold. Nor had Mary-Ann ever been this forceful with her. Not that she needed to be, Karenna wasn’t a problem employee. But this must have been the favor she had asked for.
Cassie had tried to get out of it. But Mary-Ann had sent her a text asking if she could get a favor from her. Cassie was just happy that Mary-Ann considered her a friend, or at least just said she did. She tried to make the best of it
“Karenna, look, Obscure Sighs, 12 Ripe Tomatoes, the Roach Brothers.” She was pointing to each on the flier. “This could be fun.”
“For me, Kar?” Mary-Ann pressed the issue.
“Fine. C’mon Cassie, let’s go.” Spending a whole day with Cassie is a big favor there boss
As Karenna exited, Cassie walked in front of her until Mary-Ann called
“Thanks Cas!”
Cassie smiled at her boss. She was proud of herself and happy to have Mary-Ann happy with her. Karenna on the other hand turned around and stopped. She mouthed the word to Mary-Ann
“Really?”
Mary-Ann clasped her hands like she was praying and mouthed back
“Please?”
Karenna rolled her eyes and shook her head You’re lucky I love you. As she turned to Cassie, who was nearly at the automatic doors for the garage, she asked
“I’ll catch up, let me go to the bathroom first.”
“I don’t mean to sound rude, but if we don’t head out now, we’re not going to see anything but traffic.”
I hope she’s not trying to pull anything. Karenna considered her options. Cassie spoke again
“We can stop at a gas station when we’re closer.”
Karenna nodded and left the office. She still needed control over Cassie, unsure if the miscreant was trying to pull something over on her.
“I’ll drive.”
Cassie asked if she could get her shoes out of her car first, which Karenna allowed. Cassie brought them to Karenna’s car and got in with her colleague.
“Thanks. I hate heels so much.”
Karenna didn’t respond. There was nothing to respond to. She turned on the car and left the garage. The only sound between them was Cassie fumbling around with her shoes. Karenna shifted in her seat, the first sign that her bladder wasn’t happy with its delayed relief.
Mary-Ann was right. Karenna really didn’t deserve the kind of treatment Cassie gave her, and Cassie was happy to have the opportunity to make amends. Because the tough girl always apologizes. You’re weak. You know you’re weak. She tried to shut off the self-doubt. They stopped at a red light. Maybe conversation would make it go away.
“Did you see any bands you like on the flier?”
“No.”
“Oh. I like Obscure Sighs and the Roach Brothers. They do a lot of Rock and roll mixed with Rap and Obscure Sigh does a lot of Synth.”
“Cool.”
What is this, a date? Nice going Cas! She tried to tell herself to shut up. But she knew it. He whole life people either liked her or hated her. No in between. Unfortunately Karenna hated her.
Karenna felt like she was being to cold with Cassie. She had to at least give her credit that she was trying. After a quiet few moments, Karenna countered with a mutual interest
“Mary-Ann mentioned to me that the two of you are going upstate tomorrow. She’s giving a talk. Are you looking forward to it?”
“Hell yeah!” Cassie seemed way to excited “She’s just unlike any boss I’ve ever had. Like I actually want her to be proud of me.”
Wish I could get that much respect that quickly “That’s good. She’s so knowledgeable. Teaches you a lot. Both in life and work.” Karenna shifted again in her seat, her bladder filling
“Have you ever been with her on one of her trips?”
“Yup!” Karenna’s inflection changed as fond memories came back to her “I really like her. We had a ton of fun together, and you should have seen the hotel we got to stay in.”
“Sarah was with you guys, right? That was Steven Warner’s thing?”
“Sarah was there. Yes.” Karenna’s voice deepened. Her embarrassment from that day panged her. Her bladder also reminded her it was there
“I was supposed to be there, but…” Cassie changed the subject, not wanting to get into it “You guys aren’t like her at all.”
Karenna waited. Cassie clearly had more to say
“I mean. That’s why” Cassie sighed “That’s why, I was…was.” She trailed off
“Was?” Karenna rubbed her thigh with her free hand
“Why I was rude to you. Ok? There. I said it.” Cassie went back on her promise to herself of being the tough girl.
“I don’t get it. How did Sarah make you act like that towards me?”
“That’s how she taught us. That someone is only worth something if they’re willing to cut down whoever stands in their way.” Karenna gave Cassie a look. It sounded made up. Cassie backed it up “I’m not kidding you! Legit, one day, in a group meeting she said that ‘it’s the duty of the strong to dominate the weak.’” Cassie used air quotes. “And she also said that ‘if you’re strong and refuse to show it, you’re not noble, you’re harmless.’ So at first I figured it was the same here.”
“It’s not.”
“I know that. Now. But the first week, I come in, and I close that 800 mortgage and I knew it broke your record. Mary-Ann said it did. And yet you were still supposed to be the one coaching me.”
“I still am.” Karenna was a little miffed at the comment
“And you are. But 8 grand of personal income week one is a pretty damn good feeling.”
“I know. I matched that production that week.”
Cassie nodded. She still didn’t really care what Karenna had done. She wanted to say her piece “But the tough girl thing seemed to work. The way Sarah had tried to teach me, and you didn’t seem so…so…”
“So…what?”
“You know…tough”
“I’M NOT TOUGH? FUCK. YOU. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHERE I CAME FROM?”
Karenna nearly stomped on the breaks in the middle of the avenue. Her blood boiled, this arrogant bitch had the audacity to say that. Karenna wanted to throw her out of the car, make her walk back. She gripped the steering wheel. Her eyes wide with anger. She had slightly risen out of her seat. When she laid back into the drivers seat, she felt damp. They stopped at a red light. Silence between the two. Karenna stole a feel of her red business slacks. The crotch was wet. She had gotten so angry that she leaked involuntarily. It’d be mortifying if she didn’t find it intriguing and a little hot. She looked over to Cassie. The girl was on the verge of tears.
“I fucked up, ok? I didn’t mean that. I was trying to apologize, and I can’t even do that right. I’m a screw up, ok? I’m not tough, I’m not smart, I’m not pretty. I’m not anything that I should be. I’m in debt, and I…” She turned away. She needed to cry. She didn’t want to.
Karenna didn’t know what to do. The light turned green. She grinded her wet spot. Part of her wished it had been a full blown accident. Where did that come from? Really? in front of Cassie? Karenna didn’t know how to react to herself or to her nearly crying colleague. She took a guess at handling Cassie.
“Will you at least say you’re sorry?”
Cassie nodded “I…I’m. I’m sorry.”
Karenna nodded. “Look, lets just drop this conversation for a while. Maybe some quiet would do us good.”
Cassie nodded, and looked out the window. Karenna wondered if there could ever be a way to recreate what she just did when she was really desperate. She wondered if she would have even noticed even if it was a complete wetting accident. She wanted to mention it to Mary-Ann. You have a girlfriend you know. Her moral compass tried to keep her on track. There was quiet in the car, it was just Karenna and her thoughts, and Cassie in hers.
The silence was broken by Cassie, who seemed a little more composed
“Hey, there’s a Parsons. You said you needed to stop right?”
“uh…” Karenna couldn’t really just admit that she didn’t have to now without making Cassie suspicions.
She decided to agree and just turn into the gas station. Cassie went inside the store and Karenna decided to fill her car. Though it didn’t really need it. Karenna pulled out her phone. They were just outside the city and the festival was just over a half hour or so away. Traffic was getting heavier as both her eyes and her phone told her. Looking around, she saw a few people around the gas station. She wondered if any of them saw her wet patch. It was big enough to nearly touch her thighs. She sent a text to her friend Nia
Mary-Ann has me driving Cassie to some music festival. It’s like having to drag a sibling around everywhere
She quickly got a text back Kind of like how your brother used to feel about you?
Yeah but he used to just ditch me all the time!
Nia sent her a shrug emoji back. There was nothing her friend could do, but Karenna got to vent. She put the gas pump back in its holster and sat in the car. Cassie came back with two drinks. As she let the other woman get back in her car, Cassie used both cup holders.
“I got us a peace offering.”
“Gas station coffee?”
“No way! Parsons hot chocolate. With some extra sweetener in it.” Cassie took a sip
“Cassie, it’s like 50 degrees out. Why do I need a hot chocolate?” Karenna started the car and drove around to the exit. Traffic was starting to back up, she’d have to sit for a little.
Cassie came out of a sip “Because it’s the best thing ever, and the only thing I could think of to show you I’m sorry.”
Karenna started to feel her bladder again. It hadn’t been fully voided when she leaked, but it had removed the pressure for a good amount of time. Now it was back, and Cassie was asking her to drink hot chocolate. If she didn’t, it would make the situation with Cassie worse. If she did, it’d take the situation with her bladder worse. Karenna decided that there would be toilets at the festival anyway. She took a sip of the hot chocolate. It was fantastic.
“Woah! Cassie, what’s in this?”
“It’s their hot chocolate, but I put the coffee sweetener that tastes like caramel and hazelnut in it too.”
“Good work on this. It’s great.” The moved into a line of cars. Sill a distance from the festival, but they could see the grounds
“So this is worth a 'good job', but not any of the work I’ve done for you?”
“What?” Karenna took another sip. Which turned into a gulp
“You never tell me that I’ve done a good job. Except when I get you a hot chocolate.”
“Is that what you want? Me to congratulate you for doing your job?”
“It’d be nice. I would feel a lot better.”
It was an easy concession. Though Karenna didn’t really see the need for it.
“Ok. Fine. From now on, I’ll pat you on the back after a closing.”
Cassie thanked her. Traffic hardly moved.
“You know how I got the idea for this? Funny story” Cassie was already almost done with her hot chocolate
“Mmm?” Karenna was gulping hers down in record time
“I was getting picked up for a DUI and the cop was a guy who had a crush on me in high school. No joke! He got me one of these and we chatted. I couldn’t leave the back of the car but…it helped.”
“What? Help you skirt the charge?”
“No! Well…yes. Suspension in this state only happens after the second offence. And if they have a hard time proving it, it’s only 90 days.”
Karenna was worried. She knew what alcohol was capable of.
“Cassie. Maybe its not my place, but… I’d feel guilty if I didn’t ask. Do you have a problem?”
“I can hold my liquor! Its fine. Just got caught is all.”
Karenna felt bad for the girl, even just a little. She’d heard these lines before. Cassie continued
“You know?” She finished her hot chocolate. “Sometimes you just want to forget and its nice to be able to get a little wild and be you. For a few hours you can forget all the pressure and” She paused “the failure. It goes away, and you can just be happy.” Cassie felt emotional. She wanted to give more. But she waited for Karenna to respond.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“That you see life that way.”
“Thanks, I guess. But why do you care, I thought you hated me?”
“I never said. Look. Hate is a strong word. I never said that I hated you” Karenna shifted. The hot chocolate and extra morning water were combining forces in her bladder
Cassie nodded “But you don’t like me.”
“You’re arrogant. Your production is choppy at best, and you’ve wasted more opportunity than anyone would ever give someone like me. But that doesn’t mean I hate you. Or even that I can’t like you.”
“Seems like a backhanded compliment.”
“It wasn’t a compliment.” Karenna paused. Feeling sorry for Cassie and not wanting to add to her emotional problems, she gave the girl a consolation “But we are supposed to be a team. And we can’t be sniping at each other or undermining each other at every turn.”
Cassie was quiet. Karenna was hoping the conversation would continue. They were still in traffic, and her bladder was filling. Her damp panties were not helping either.
“I think I’m done with that. Karenna, I don’t want to be that anymore. I’ve…I’ve learned a lot from Mary-Ann and…and maybe even you. You’re right. I have been arrogant." She sighed "I have wasted opportunities, and I’ve done nothing but run from it. Can I have another chance?”
Karenna looked at her. She seemed genuine in her eyes. If Karenna pried, she was sure she could get the girl to be more self-deprecating.
“Cassie. I learned early in life not to give second chances out.”
Cassie looked dejected.
“But. Maybe you can earn it. Lets just try to have fun here and, maybe we can come to an understanding.”
“Thank you.” Cassie paused “Did you enjoy the hot chocolate?”
“I did. Thank you Cassie.”
The air was clearer between the two women. Karenna didn’t know if it was a boon or a hindrance on her filling bladder. She looked over to Cassie, the partly brunette, partly blonde girl was staring out the window. She showed no signs of desperation. Karenna on the other hand, took one hand off of the steering wheel and put it over her crotch. The traffic wasn’t helping her.
Nearly twenty minuets later than they were supposed to arrive, Karenna pulled the car to the gate. Their tickets got them through to the parking lot. The nice, paved area was already taken, and Karenna was directed by a kid in a yellow vest to drive down a gentle grassy slope. He had no idea that Karenna had to pee. And she had to pee bad enough that she was driving with just one hand. The other firmly rested on her crotch. While they were parking, Karenna tire hit a patch of mud. With just one hand on the wheel, it got away from her for a moment. She grabbed the wheel with both hands, her thighs squeezing together as she got control of the car and parked. Luckily she still had control of her bladder, but her still damp panties were beckoning to the rest of her urine.
As Karenna stepped out of the car, she needed to stretch. But she also needed to hold her full bladder. Keeping herself arched forward, she tried to stretch. It hurt. She put a hand over her belly and on into the air to stretch her arm. She couldn’t keep her legs apart. She had to find a bathroom, and her bladder was filling rapidly. Cassie came around the side of the car.
“We’re at the end of the Roach Brothers, but I think we can still catch their last song or two if we hurry!”
“Can I pee first?”
Cassie wanted to hear her favorite band “Most of the other bands are in the middle of sets. Bathroom lines are probably going to be longer. By the time Roach is done, the other bands will be ready. Lines will be shorter.”
Karenna didn’t have anything to combat that claim, so she obliged Cassie. The walk to the festival grounds was arduous in heels. Karenna nearly fell and with each shake and twist to stay upright, the waters inside her violently shook, sloshing against her bladders walls. One leg crossed in front of the other. Karenna stopped. Cassie didn’t notice, but it gave Karenna time to grab her crotch and breathe. One song, one dance, then she could go.
The band was loud. It wasn’t really Karenna’s music, but it was certainly a lot of other people’s favorite. A crowd numbering in what looked to be the thousands was swarmed in front of the two business ladies. Cassie turned towards Karenna, easily in her sneakers, and offered a friendly dance. Karenna liked dancing, but not when she had to pee. She more stood in place and bobbed her knees than anything else. She kind of gyrated her hips, but it was more so to hold off the urge to pee. She asked Cassie what the name of the song was
“Diary of an Evil Angel.”
Karenna hated the name, but at least the swaying of her hips and other typical telltale signs of desperation were masked by the fact that everyone else was dancing. Cassie could dance, and Karenna wished she didn’t have to pee so badly, or was in heels. The two at least had their ability to dance in common. Grabbing her crotch, Karenna attempted to pass off her pee dance as and actual one. Not only did it not help decrease her need to pee, but Cassie leaned closer to her, still shouting over the music
“What is that?”
“The ‘I have to pee’ dance”
“Oh…Hey check out the guitar solo, it the end of the song!”
Karenna didn’t care about guitar solos, she cared about finding a place to piss, and with a growing sense of urgency. She was half bent over, swaying her knees and clutching herself. It’d be hot if she was with someone she actually wanted to be desperate with. Like Mary-Ann. Or your girlfriend. She had an easier time coping with her moral compass as she tried to hold her swollen bladder. It was starting to feel like a rock. Her abdomen was tight. It felt like the weight of her filled bladder was trying to pull her into the earth. Cassie grabbed her arm. The song must have been over. Karenna was starting to sweat.
“See, that was awesome! Isn’t Johnathan Hummel hot?”
Karenna’s knees were shaking. She was nearly at her limit. She couldn't stand up straight and she couldn’t clench any harder.
“Cassie. Please. I need a bathroom.”
Cassie could see her colleagues shaking legs. And noticed her stain from earlier.
“Oh God! I had no idea it was that bad. C’mon Karenna, I’ll find you one!”
Cassie took Karenna and led the desperate, shaky woman out of the music area and into the festival grounds. She was trying to earn her second chance, and getting Karenna to a bathroom or close to it was her objective. The bathrooms were a straight shot, but the amount of people made navigation difficult. Still, she held Karenna’s free hand.
Guiding the doubled over Karenna towards the long bathroom lines was slow. The festival grounds were dirt and grass, and the heeled Karenna wobbled. Her desperation didn’t help. She stopped. She exhaled. She put her free hand into her crotch. She knew her red dress slacks would show her leaks. At this point, they were an inevitability. Cassie spoke
“Can you walk?”
“It. Hurts. Cassie, I’ve had to pee since the office. I…I don’t know how much longer.”
Cassie looked around. There were people everywhere. Concession stands, groups of drinkers and smokers.
“Can-are you comfortable squatting?”
“Not-not he-re...ahh” Karenna dribbled into her panties
“Let’s keep walking then.”
“If she’s got to piss, she can do it on my face!” Some guy called from a group of his buddies
“Why don’t I cut your dick off, you inbreed!” Cassie screamed back at him. Pure venom in her voice. The anger from her repressed emotions coming forth
“Ca-Cassie please…no fights.”
“He’s weak, he’ll back off.” She hoped
“Hey you’re not so bad yourself!” The man yelled back
“Go back to fucking your friends and disappointing your father you fuckwad!” Cassie wasn’t having it
At this point, other groups had noticed the commotion and started telling the drunken man to settle down. Cassie and the desperate Karenna passed though without any other drunken morons yelling at them. But even as she guided Karenna, Cassie could feel her own need growing. A symptom of the hot chocolate. Then she saw it, it was long, but it was a line for the porta-potty, just outside the festival grounds. She grabbed Karenna by the arm
“Karenna I found it!”
“Ahhh! Cassie!” Karenna lost some more. She was on the verge
“Sorry!”
The two got in line. Karenna was wiggling her legs, bent over and had her hands deep in her crotch. Anyone who saw her knew what was wrong with the black woman. Cassie looked ahead in line. Just two girls, one blonde in out of season orange athletic shorts, and a brunette in jeans. Cassie heard them talking. The blonde spoke first
“This line is taking forever.” She and her friend giggled “And I’ve had plenty to drink. I don’t think I can hold it.” Cassie saw a dark patch forming on the crotch of her orange shorts. A stream trickled down her leg. Her brunette friend responded
“And we’re missing the bands! You’re right. I don’t think I WANT to hold it anymore.” A similar patch appeared on the back of her jeans “I’m just going to have an accident right here. You doing the same?”
“Way ahead of you!”
The two girls didn’t seem to have a care in the world as pee ran down their legs. The one in shorts was starting to finish, her athletic shorts dripping with pee. Cassie looked to Karenna, her colleague had her hands deep into her crotch, but was watching the one in jeans. Said jeans were turning a deep blue and it was obvious as she stained them, that the wetness that overfilled her legs was pee. Karenna suddenly started shaking harder. Shivering.
“That-that’s going to be me in two seconds if we don-d-don’t…ah! That’s me right now! I’m pissing! I need to find a place now!”
Karenna dashed off in front of Cassie, but the girl was still transfixed on the two college-age girls in front of her, purposefully peeing their pants. As if they were Told To. The blonde excitedly ran off, finished.
“Hey, Tori, Obscure Sighs is on, c’mon!”
“Wait! Lilly! I’m not done!”
Karenna didn’t know how she stayed upright. Her heels were hard enough to stand in, but the fact that piss was starting to run down one of her legs was a motivating factor. Looking to her left, Karenna spotted a tree. atop a grassy hill. There were groups of women squatted all around it. A pee area. She took off for it, piss now starting down both legs.
She made it to the tree, and small droplets were breaking through the material of her dress pants, the red fabric turning maroon. Thanking herself for not wearing a belt, she put her arm against the tree for support and got her pants down to her knee caps. The entire time, clear piss was traveling out of her, unimpeded.
She made it into a half squat, just enough to get her stream away from her pants, then stopped trying to hold it. It was orgasmic. Her bare butt was on display as well as her pussy as piss shot out of it, and sprayed the grass. It was loud. Both the usual hiss from her body and the splattering of the ground below. Her pee foamed and bubbled as it made contact with the dirt. It tuned to mud below her. Karenna took a quick look at her surroundings. Different groups of women were squatted around each other, all presumably doing the same thing. Karenna wanted some attention, her act was making her horny.
“Oh man! I almost made it!”
She yelled out to no one. A trio of girls below her looked up. One cheered her on, the one next to her shouting
“Yeah! Let it out girl!”
The third called to her friend
“Taylor look, you have a pee buddy!”
Karenna looked down at a black haired woman, who was probably drunk. But she was cute, her eyes hidden behind sunglasses. She had obviously peed her jeans. There was no hiding it, the stain went from her crotch all the way down her legs. She called up to Karenna
“Yeah, I ‘almost made it’!”
Karenna responded with a moan. It felt so good. Cassie walked up next to her.
“Room for one more? You got a cute butt by the way.”
“Yeah…don’t try and flatter me.”
“I was just stating a fact.” Karenna heard a hiss escape Cassie’s body as she squatted. Skirt hiked up. She wasn't wearing panties. “You’ve got it all down there.”
“Um…thanks?” Karenna was finally starting to finish.
“Show me yours I’ll show you mine.” Cassie said jokingly
Karenna laughed. Not because it was particularly funny, but because she made it. It felt good. The rest of her stream, now weak, flowed into her pants. Cassie spoke again
“Now those were some tough girls!”
Karenna didn’t respond. She stood where she was, waiting for the second urge to hit. Cassie continued
“I mean, they just stood there, and they didn’t care that they pissed their pants. It was like a challenge to everyone else to call them on it. And I doubt anyone would, you know? They’d assume they were just drunk or something.” Cassie was finishing peeing
“Yeah, I guess that’s brave”
“And they did it on purpose. They peed their pants on purpose.”
“Yeah…Who would do such a thing.”
If Cassie was cooler, maybe she’d know that about me. Karenna caught a peek of Cassie’s pussy as she stood. It was. Nice. Karenna shook her head. Don’t you dare go there with her! You’d never forgive yourself! But Karenna did like the complement about her own snatch from Cassie. It made her feel cute. The second urge hit, Karenna started again.
“Woah, Karenna! Again?”
“It was a lot!”
“Damn! You’re right! I might float away.”
Karenna rolled her eyes, enjoying her pee. Cassie tried to banter again
“You know, how am I supposed to be on a team with someone who has such a weak bladder?”
“It’s not weak, I’ve had to pee for so long!” Karenna was slightly miffed. She knew she was stronger than Cassie
“Surrreee…I’m just joking. Though.”
As Karenna’s second stream subsided, it too wet her pants. Karenna didn’t mind as much. It didn’t seem like Cassie did either. Karenna pulled her red slacks up. Cassie commented on the pee stain
“My God, Karenna! Why’d you even take them off?”
They were wet from her crotch down to about her kneecaps. And with the addition of the end of her pee streams, Karenna could feel how soaked they were around and above the crotch area. The top of her butt and even parts of the waste-band were pee drenched.
“Maybe because I didn’t want to piss my pants in front of you?”
Cassie grabbed her wet leg. It sent a jolt through Karenna. She was worried, she felt that before.
“I mean, you practically did. It’s cool though, just pee. I think you’ll like Obscure Sighs though, let’s go!”
Karenna smiled at her colleagues enthusiasm. As long as the fake tough girl was gone, maybe Cassie would be alright. But Karenna still worried. She worried that Cassie might be hiding an issue, one that she was not qualified to handle. She decided to take pity on the girl, in some ways she reminded Karenna of herself. But she was still annoyed about the weak bladder comment. She wondered if there was a way to prove to Cassie that hers was the stronger of the two.
Though neither girl would admit it yet, the icy banks of their relationship had been thawed. By boiling anger from Karenna, DUI hot chocolate, and pee. And under it all laid fertile ground, if either one wished to plant the seeds of friendship.
A/N: And that will conclude chapter 4! Overall, I liked the chapters, I think it had some of my best character work. Would obviously love your thoughts and ideas! And of course, thank you to the great @PeeHour for letting me reference Tori and Lilly from "Told To" (Which you need to read once you're done here: https://www.omorashi.org/topic/70789-told-to/page/6/) Next up, we have interlude 3.1, 3.2, and 3.3. Afterwards, we have chapter 5, and let me give you a quick synopsis:
If you said that either Mary-Ann or Karenna were your favorite characters, this is the chapter for you! Especially if you like wetting, and intentional wetting at that! The girls trip is coming up, the one that Mary-Ann promised in chapter 3, and the two will bring a ton of extra clothes. The trip should start at 5.2 or 5.3 and will be nonstop intentional wetting, multiple times per sub-chapter for multiple sub-chapters. It will also feature the return of a character we haven't seen in a while, and if you can guess them correctly, I'll give you one interlude scene!
Edited December 1, 2021 by knockonthedoor
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A/N: This one ended up being a long one. While essentially being chapter 4.7, I wanted to condense Cassie's trip with Mary-Ann in one part. This interlude has something for everyone. Multiple pee scenes, bedwetting, and even some intentional wetting. This idea came from a request from @Bucketman, who asked for another bedwetting scene. I don't do them often, but they are really fun to write. I think that shows here. So if you liked the scene, thank @Bucketman. Also, there is plenty of character development here, especially for Cassie. Let me know how it came out. As always, feedback is not only encouraged but appreciated.
Interlude 3.1
The early mornings used to get to Mary-Ann. But over the almost four years in the mortgage industry, she had gotten more and more used to it. It was normal now. The dark suburban roads. The stores that weren’t open, save for a few gas stations, and the light from the occasional home of other early risers. The only disappointing part today was the fact that Mary-Ann was going to miss working out at the gym. Working out relaxed her. If she was stressed, she could lift her weights. If she was happy, she could marinate in her joy by running. It prolonged her emotions. And no matter how she felt, she could always get home, hop in the shower and pee in her leggings.
Without Mary-Ann’s usual gym day, her energy just wasn’t quite the same. As she sipped on her water, she was still in her blue leggings that she would have worn to the gym today. But driving was another relaxing activity for her, and with the six hour drive in front of her, it would more than make up for her lack of gym time. It was unconventional, to use water to wake up. But Mary-Ann felt herself becoming more and more alert with each sip, which quickly became most of the tin as she neared the address Cassie gave her.
It was a surprisingly nice apartment building. With a cobbled drive way and a security guard out front. The tall building must have been at least five stories, a classy building. It wasn’t far from the new apartment building Mary-Ann was looking to buy. Near the university, and right in the heart of the city.
A woman in a sweatshirt stood out front of the apartments she just pulled up to. Her mini skirt was too short, and it hardly covered her butt. Her grey sweatshirt preserved whatever modesty she had left. Mary-Ann stopped the car. It was Cassie, barely awake. She had packed nothing with her but her purse, and climbed in once Mary-Ann unlocked the door.
“Just you?”
“It’s only a day trip.”
“You can wear some of my clothes then.”
Cassie mumbled as she slouched back into the seat, clearly tired. Mary-Ann wanted a companion for the drive, and spoke to her
“Nice place."
“Hm? Oh, its not mine. It’s” Cassie was slurring her words a bit. She paused “Whoever I was with last night. It’s his.”
“Oh. Your, your lipstick” Mary-Ann pointed. It was smudged
“Sorry. I couldn’t get out this morning unless I gave him-“
“Cassie, please! It’s like six in the morning.”
“Mmfh. And I’m still tired.” She yawned. “Can I sleep?”
“Sure. But I’ll need to stop for gas before we hit the highway.”
“Wake me if it’s a Parsons.”
It was an odd request but Mary-Ann could fulfill it easily. With Cassie starting to nod off, the two went quiet. If Mary-Ann was going to have any sort of companionship, she’d have to make sure they stopped at that gas station. Cassie was not about to wake up for anything else.
With the sun starting to rise, Mary-Ann’s SUV made its way into the gas station that Cassie had asked for. Mary-Ann had never stopped at this station before, despite the amount of times she had traveled on this route. It looked like any other gas station, what Cassie wanted it for, Mary-Ann had no idea. She shook the girl awake.
“Cassie. Parsons.”
“Wha? Oh! Yay!” She suddenly livened up, grabbed her purse and left
Mary-Ann stepped out to fuel her car, hoping it would be the only time she would have to stop for gas on the road trip. She finished her water as she stood at the pump, the water refreshed her. Cassie came out as Mary-Ann was finishing filling her car with gas. Cassie had two coffee cups which she put in the cup holders as she sat back down in the car. Mary-Ann joined her soon after and started the car.
“Thanks for the coffee Cassie, but I’m trying to stay away from it.”
“It’s not coffee. But it is the best drink you’ll ever have, ask Karenna.”
Mary-Ann took a sip. Hot chocolate. It was sweet, almost too sweet. It was okay, but she appreciated the gesture from Cassie.
“Not bad Cas. You said Karenna liked this?”
“Either that or she’s a good liar. As far as I know, I made peace with her over this.”
Mary-Ann took another, longer sip. Unbeknown to her, the liquid was making a beeline for her bladder, right behind the water she just had. She pulled the car onto the highway.
“So you and Karenna are good now?”
“I don’t know about good. I mean maybe. But I got to apologize, and I think she understood where I was coming from.”
“You mean, why you treated her so poorly?”
“Yeah. I explained to her about how Sarah taught us, and I think she got it. Then I almost fucked it up again.”
Mary-Ann turned and furrowed her brow. She didn’t like the excessive cussing, but she wanted to hear the rest of the story
“I didn’t mean to call her weak, I was just saying that by the standards that Sarah had set, and the fact that Karenna is so hands off, it seemed like she was a weak overseer. She really didn’t like that.”
“No, I can’t imagine she did.”
“But that concert really changed a lot. We had fun dancing, and I got to be me. She got be her. We get along much better that way, you know? I’m just happy I can be me around you guys.”
“I would have it no other way Cassie. I’m sure she’s glad to have an understanding with you.”
“Yeah, then we shared a pee together and danced some more. She’s really got some moves.”
Mary-Ann nearly spit out her drink at the callousness at which Cassie recounted her story. Her bubbly personality starting to break though. Speaking quickly, Cassie just continued talking
“I saw the craziest thing there too! These two women, instead of waiting in line, they just peed on themselves and went back to the bands!”
Mary-Ann was quiet. How could she respond? It came as a bit of a shock to her that there were other women who shared her habit outside of herself and Karenna. She certainly wouldn’t reveal her habit to Cassie. But what did the girl want her to say? As Cassie continued, Mary-Ann decided to bite her tongue and drink her drink. Cassie was having a fun conversation to herself
“It was so different! But if that’s what they’re comfortable with, I guess it doesn’t matter. It’s so real, its like a challenge to everyone else. If they get called on it, I’ll bet they’re super honest. They’re probably really good friends to have.”
Mary-Ann could feel her bladder start to take on too much. With both the water and the sweet hot chocolate, it was filling fast. She felt comfortable enough to wait an hour for their next rest area. Even though there was one coming up. Cassie was still talking.
“…If you had friends who just peed their pants because they got bored, they’d either be the weird friends you never hang out with, or the cool friends that you want around you. Like Karenna was cool about it.”
“Wait, What?” What did Karenna do with Cassie?
Mary-Ann’s mind flashed with a thousand scenarios. Had Karenna gotten bolder? Did she do it on purpose? Cassie’s answer quelled many of those fears
“Yeah, when I got over to her, she had half peed her pants already, and I think she should have just owned it and kept them on.”
“Why? So you could have something on her?” Mary-Ann was trying to find the logic
“No! Because we’d get plenty of looks as the two women in business clothes and one of us obviously had an accident. We’d be intimidating to anyone who wasn’t cool, or like, real.”
Flawless logic. What is up with this girl? Mary-Ann was perplexed at how quickly Cassie’s mood had changed. The sun was still rising, it hadn’t been forty minutes after their stop for gas. Mary-Ann examined her cup. She could feel it in her bladder. She’d be able to hold it. She asked Cassie a question that came to her
“Are you sure there’s no caffeine in these?”
“Yeah, sorry, am I too excitable? I-I’m sorry. I’ll be quiet.”
“No, I’m just not used to you like this.”
“This is me, I was always in trouble at school for talking. At least for a little while. But…should I have not shared that?”
“It’s fine Cassie. Share with me what you want me to take away from your experience. It’s like selling, tell me what you want me to know. So you had fun peeing with Karenna?” Mary-Ann rubbed her thighs a bit. Her brain didn’t like the use of the word pee.
“No! It was just a different experience. And it was fun. I think you were right about me and Karenna. I think we have more in common than we thought at first.”
“Good. I’m glad to hear it. You might want to give her a call. Just to hang out. She’d be able to introduce you to some good people I’m sure.”
“I’ll think about it. Speaking of peeing together though. I could use one. Can we stop at some point?” Cassie took out her phone
“No problem. If it’s bad enough, there are those woods off to the side again. Its ok with me.”
“Says there’s a rest area like ten miles from here.” She looked over at the speedometer “That’s five minutes. The woods are after the exit.”
“Cassie, you don’t really want to use these rest rooms, unless you have to. Trust me.”
“Oh, I’m sure they’re not that bad. Plus, I didn’t get to go this morning either, so I’ve been needing to go for a while now.”
“Fine. Your call.”
Mary-Ann decided to let Cassie come to her own conclusion. It would be slightly tortuous for Mary-Ann to sit there for the few minutes it would take for Cassie to find out what Mary-Ann already knew. But it was an exercise in leadership for Mary-Ann. To let those under her make a mistake and learn. And this one would be minor. But Mary-Ann still had to pee, and the time lost to sitting in a parking lot wouldn’t help matters.
As they approached the off-ramp to get to the rest area, Cassie’s leg bouncing had become more pronounced. To Mary-Ann, it was a sign that Cassie had to have been holding back quite a lot. Or she was more willing to be expressive around Mary-Ann. Either way, it was clear that they both had to pee. And there would be no respite for Mary-Ann here. She pulled into the parking space. The rest area was nearly empty, save for a few trucks.
“Thanks for stopping. You coming with?”
“No. I have to pee, but there is no way I’m going here.”
“Oh c’mon, it can’t be that bad.”
Mary-Ann shrugged. Cassie looked confused as she exited the car. Mary-Ann sighed. She didn’t like the idea of having to wait with a filling bladder. She watched as Cassie, in her very short skirt, hopped up the concrete sidewalk and made her way to the women’s restroom. Mary-Ann checked her car, and remembered she had a towel with her, just in case. This was the perfect situation. She reached behind her, and grabbed the beach towel from her backseat. Ever since her bill after accidently peeing on the seat, she never wanted to risk it again. She unbuckled her seatbelt. Reaching under herself, she slid her blue leggings down to her knees, along with her panties, and placed the towel on the seat below her. Her exposed genitals touched the bristled fabric of the towel. Mary-Ann was sure she looked put together and normal from the outside. But no one knew what she was about to do.
At first it was just a jet. A quick, short burst of pee that shot out of her. It wet the towel, turning the assorted colors a similar dark shade. Then nothing. Mary-Ann relaxed more. A second, longer burst. But it too stopped. Mary-Ann exhaled, and fully let herself go. Almost in a meditative state, she tried to drop her inhibitions. Just a trickle, then a small ark. In a few seconds, Mary-Ann was peeing freely in her car. It was a clear color, an effect of her water and hot chocolate. She looked to her left, A man was walking towards the snack machines. He must have seen her in her car, he smiled. She smiled back. He had no idea she was peeing. Mary-Ann folded her arms, leaned back in her chair, and sighed. She was relaxed, and enjoying the feeling of her deflating bladder. A puddle was forming around her and it wet her thighs and butt as it seeped backwards and soaked the towel.
Cassie made her way into the women’s rest room. There was no line, but the smell was the first thing that hit her. It was the worst stench she had ever encountered. She heard squeaking. It might be rodents. Stepping inside, she stood in place. Crossing one leg over the other, she started to weigh her options. There was almost no light, the only stall with any sort of light was illuminated by a small window. The one functional sink dripped. There was graffiti everywhere. As Cassie stepped closer to the stall, the repugnant smell tried to drive her away. But she wanted to push through. Something brushed her leg. It was a mouse. Or a rat. Whatever it was, Cassie decided to hold it instead.
Mary-Ann was at ease. She didn’t have to worry about holding it for an hour or so. She didn’t have to worry about traffic slowing them down. She had taken care of her need, and discreetly. She picked up the towel, it was heavy where she had soiled it. She folded it, and set it on the seat behind her. As she got her panties and leggings back up, she saw Cassie nearing the car. She had almost gotten caught. Unlocking the doors, she let the girl in.
“Well, you were right. I’ll hold it.”
“I’m sorry. I tried to warn you.”
“Yeah, but. I couldn’t imagine that!”
Mary-Ann was quiet. There wasn’t much to add. But Cassie spoke anyway as Mary-Ann started to drive away.
“Do you mind if we pull over so I can squat soon? It’s getting kind of bad. You said you needed to go too right?”
“No problem. But I don’t feel like I have to anymore.” Mary-Ann nearly chucked, feeling sneaky as she said “I also have a towel.” She didn’t think Cassie would actually take it
“Oh! Do you mind?”
“I um…no…I-I guess I don’t.”
“Thanks!” Cassie smiled at her boss as she grabbed it from behind Mary-Ann’s seat.
“Why-why is this wet?”
“I-I” Mary-Ann was embarrassed. But there was no getting out of it “I said I don’t have to pee anymore…”
“I’ll say! Lord, Mary-Ann, this is soaked!” Cassie unfurled the towel in front of her
“Sorry! I had to pee!” Mary-Ann squealed more than spoke. She was mortified
“Here we are.” Cassie found a dry area.
Placing part of the towel under her, Cassie balled the rest up in front of her. She looked like she was about to go, but Mary-Ann noticed she hadn’t made an effort to adjust her outfit.
“Cassie, your-“
There was a low hiss that came from Cassie’s body as she started to use the same towel. She turned to Mary-Ann
“No panties. It’s fine.”
Mary-Ann nodded. For a few seconds, the two of them listened to Cassie peeing. It was obvious. The hissing was loud as she applied more pressure. Cassie was reminded of a story.
“Oh! So this reminds me of that pee story I had with Sarah.”
“Do tell” Mary-Ann was up for some dirt on her rival.
“So we were riding in her car. I forget why exactly, probably because I had to piss like a fucking racehorse. She would never let us go unless there was a toilet around.” Cassie shifted, the hiss turned into more of a squelch as the angle of her pee-hole changed. “So I was crossing my legs, trying to be discrete. She almost fired someone once because they had grabbed themselves trying to hold it because of her stupid rule!” Cassie was still peeing. It was a lot, she sighed “So I was running out of options. And Sarah would never pull over, I don’t think that woman even has a bladder. At least she was distracted on the phone.” Cassie’s stream was dying down “So I took a cup, and I couldn’t dump out any of the drink or anything, and I pulled my panties over. Sarah forced us to wear them. But she was so busy yelling at whoever was on the phone, she had no idea I was peeing into her drink.”
“Her drink?”
“It was that or wet myself!” Cassie stopped peeing
“So what happened?”
“She never found out. At least I don’t think.”
Mary-Ann found the story slightly amusing, though it would have been better if Sarah had tried some. It served her right for treating her employees and friends that way.
“So just on that, you’re like a million times better than she is.” Cassie folded up the towel and put it behind her seat
“You like me because I don’t care if you wear panties and I let you pee if you need to?”
“It goes a long way. I least I know you care about my wellbeing!”
Mary-Ann nodded “Thanks Cassie. I do.”
Cassie smiled back. Turning over towards the window, she watched the trees go by. There wasn’t much on this highway, but it was enough to lull her into a trance. Sarah had kept her in line with fear, Mary-Ann with respect. Cassie smiled as she nodded off. She was free.
Cassie had been sound asleep for nearly four hours. She was the heaviest sleeper Mary-Ann had ever been around. It was as if Mary-Ann wasn’t even playing Steven Warner’s podcast, Cassie was still soundly asleep. She even snored lightly. It was amusing, or it would have been if Mary-Ann didn’t have a full bladder. Sharp pains stuck into her abdomen like pins. She had to pee again. With their stop at a gas station earlier that morning, there wasn’t a reason for them to stop again, and her bladder was agonizing over the decision. It sent a desperate shock through her body. Mary-Ann clenched, but clenching herself was becoming ineffective. She couldn’t cross her legs, she had to drive. She rubbed her belly, just where her full bladder rested. She winced. It hurt, and it hurt bad. It had filled gently, Mary-Ann hadn’t really noticed it for a while. But there was no ignoring it now. She sucked air in through her teeth, and wiggled her legs. Squirming, her SUV swerved with her. Someone honked. Swinging the car back into its lane, Mary-Ann held on. She moved her hand to her crotch, it helped a little.
Mary-Ann messaged herself through the crotch of her leggings, trying to stymie the urge. She survived just a little longer. Another contraction, a wave shot her urine to the front of her privates. She held on, but was sure she would not for much longer. There were fields on either sides of her. A farm silo. Fences. Nothing but open area and many cars with drivers that could see her. Hitting the navigation button on her steering wheel, she asked her car
“Find nearest rest area.”
“The closest rest area is thirty-five miles. You are on the fastest route, you sh-“
She shut it off. She wouldn’t make it that far. If she was by herself or with Karenna, she’d probably have just went where she sat. But she wouldn’t in front of Cassie. At least, not on purpose. She tried her navigation again
“Nearest exit.”
“The closest exit is seven miles. You are on the fastest route, you should reach your destination by 10:53 AM”
That was doable. But they were still in farm country. There was no guarantee that there would be a place to stop, it could just be a waste of desperate Mary-Ann’s time. She narrowed her search
“Find nearest Restaurant.”
“The nearest restaurant is Fat Joe’s Clam and Ham Shack in 78 miles. You are on t-“
“Shut up!” Mary-Ann yelled at her car as her desperate situation became clearer.
She thought of the towel. It was a last ditch effort, but her only real option at this point. She made her way to the slow lane and attempted to turn around. It hurt to do so. She reached for the towel behind Cassie’s seat. Missed. She reached harder, and the strain began forcing her to leak into her panties. Mary-Ann only noticed her now damp panties as she resumed her post in the drivers seat. Unbuckling the seatbelt, Mary-Ann hoped the ringing of the warning system would wake the slumbering Cassie. No luck. Mary-Ann couldn’t reach the towel. She felt guilty, but if she wanted to stay dry, she could only think of one thing. She shook Cassie
“Cassie…Cassie, wake up.”
No response. Mary-Ann turned up the podcast, it was now blaring through the speakers.
“Cassie, please. Wake up” The warning system for her seatbelt still rang out
Cassie stirred. She was kind of awake, enough to receive information.
“Cassie wake up!”
“Wha-why?”
“Cassie, I’m sorry. I have to pee. Really, really badly.”
“You woke me for that?”
“I can’t reach the towel. Cassie please, I really need to go.”
“Ugh” Cassie rubbed her eyes
Reaching behind her, Cassie grabbed the still damp towel. It hadn’t dried since the two women had used it last. Mary-Ann attempted to drive, wiggle out of her leggings and hold herself. It didn’t work. They hit the rumble stripes. As Cassie faced forward again she mentioned
“Maybe pull over, so we don’t die.”
“Towel. I can’t do it myself. Please.” Mary-Ann did pull over. Cassie put on the hazard lights
As Mary-Ann was able to get her pants down off her well-toned ass, she stood slightly, her bare butt hovering above her seat. Cassie reached over and put the folded towel below her boss’s exposed backside. Before she could move her hand away, a thick, wide stream of clear piss flew straight out of Mary-Ann. In an instant, Cassie’s hand was splattered with the raging flow of her boss’s urine.
“Woah! Mary-Ann, give me a second!”
“I’m so sorry Cas! I can’t hold it anymore. I had to pee so bad!”
Pulling her hand away, Cassie wiped it on her skirt “It’s cool Mary-Ann. Its only pee, you know? When you gotta go, you gotta go.”
Mary-Ann only responded with a loud sigh. It was almost loud enough to drown out the rushing sound of the torrent of liquid that was escaping her. It was splattering the back of her seat and quickly drenched the towel. A puddle formed from the excess urine that could not be soaked into the towel.
“Man, that’s a lot of pee.”
“fffahhh…I was waiting for an hour…finally.”
“You weren’t kidding, Jeez.”
Cassie watched as the stream from Mary-Ann stayed strong. It sounded like there was a small river inside the car, and Cassie watched the entire show. As Mary-Ann pushed, her stream became even stronger. Then it stopped. Then it started again, this time weaker. But it continued to pour out of her in a rhythmic flow. She was not stopping. With one final contraction, Mary-Ann’s stream regained its strength and pushed out what remined inside her. She sighed. Relieved. As Mary-Ann reached down to pull her leggings back up, Cassie reached back under her, taking the towel back. It was warm, and Cassie felt like she was carrying a hot pizza box. She could feel the warm pee nearly soaking the bottom of the folded towel. She put it back behind her seat.
“You didn’t have to do that Cas. I’m good now.” Mary-Ann covered herself again. Any excess drips went into her panties
“I told you, it doesn’t bother me. That was a lot, you sure you’re good?”
“Fine. I guess you’ve got another story to tell now though.”
Cassie smiled. “Let’s just hope neither one of us needs to use it again. I don’t think it can take anymore.”
Mary-Ann nodded, embarrassed. But not as much as she would have been if Cassie had reacted poorly. Now awake, the two chatted off and on for the rest of the drive, Cassie’s respect for Mary-Ann had grown slightly, her boss wasn’t afraid to be human.
The hotel that Donovan had recommended was nothing like the one Karenna and Mary-Ann had stayed in. While it didn’t look bad on the outside, the inside was cheap. There was one twin bed next to the bathroom, and a couch by the window. How a couch even fit in the tiny room as beyond either Cassie or Mary-Ann, but at least it gave them some room. The toilet had a smell to it, and not a pleasant one. When Mary-Ann called to complain, the front desk said there was a sewage back up, and that the plumber would be in that evening to fix it. It was for the second floor only. Their floor. When Mary-Ann relayed the news to Cassie, she sighed. For the last leg of their trip, she had been waiting. With the towel out of commission and the suburban town around them, squatting or using said towel was not an option. Now the toilet wasn’t either. Cassie had an idea.
“If its okay with you, I’m going to wash the towel out. I saw a laundry room on the way in.”
Mary-Ann thanked her as she finished unpacking her small backpack. She hadn’t packed much.
Cassie made her way to the old elevator, her bladder asking her for relief. It wasn’t as bad as this morning, but she could feel it. She wouldn’t be able to make it if she waited for the plumber though, she knew that much. She made her way through the lobby, her boots making her movement obvious. Venturing into the parking lot, she stopped by Mary-Ann’s SUV. Cassie bent down to one knee and pretended to tie her thigh high boots. She played with the laces as she relaxed.
Without panties, her stream rushed out, unimpeded by any sort of cloth. It splashed and sprayed the asphalt below her. A puddle quickly formed, spreading around her as her piss bubbled and foamed, wetting the bottom of her boots. It soaked her knee as she peed, but to find relief before she got into trouble was the best part. As her stream slowed and the sound of her hissing body disappeared, she stood. Grabbing the towel from the backseat, she finished her pee as she stood. The towel was still soaked, there was no way it could hold any more liquid. She dried her pussy with it and walked back inside, no one aware of her act. She paid for the washing machine, and threw in the well-used towel. Then she read the sign
Dryer out of order
She grabbed two hotel towels. The hotel charged her for a machine they didn’t even have working. Cassie felt justified in taking it, but figured Mary-Ann would pitch a fit if she knew Cassie had taken them without asking. While Mary-Ann’s towel washed, she put the hotel ones back into the SUV. She had rendered Mary-Ann’s towel useless without a dryer. The least she could do was replace it. When she got back to the room she explained the situation to Mary-Ann. Cassie claimed that they gave her the towels as an apology, which satisfied her boss. The two decided to check out the town. Mary-Ann wouldn’t be speaking until tomorrow.
It was a small, Podunk town. There was a shopping center that was mostly larger chain stores, but some of the smaller shops had small trinkets and things. Mary-Ann got something small for Tyler. Just so he’d know she was thinking of him. Cassie didn’t buy anything, but the two enjoyed lunch. Both of them made sure to use the bathroom at the shopping center, it was hard not knowing when they’d have a functional bathroom at their hotel again. Even with all of their shopping and lunch, there was time to kill before their evening with Donovan.
The text from Donovan couldn’t have come any sooner. The two women were absolutely board, and an evening dinner would at least be something for them to do. Unfortunately for them, it was a mediocre meal at a chain restaurant. At least it was Italian food, Mary-Ann’s favorite. But salt- the main ingredient in everything she had, was not. Water after water followed her wine, and Cassie did the same. The conversation was dull, but at least it was a pleasant. Donovan might be a luddite, but he was a gentleman, in every sense of the word. It was dark when the women made it back to their hotel room. At least the lights still worked. Mary-Ann checked the toilet. It still didn’t work.
“Hey, Mary-Ann, the T.V's busted!”
Of course it is.
“That’s fine. We can talk like normal people then.” Mary-Ann exited the bathroom and walked over to the couch with Cassie
“No luck on the toilet?”
“Nope.” Mary-Ann’s mind had an idea of what she and Karenna would do in this situation. Her mind could help but wonder to the same situation with Tyler. She wanted that one
“We’ll go to sleep early then. You can only pee the bed if you’re drunk you know.”
“I-I don’t think that’s true.”
“Sure it is. I’ve only ever peed in my sleep when I’ve had too much to drink. Speaking of which.”
Cassie reached inside her boot and pulled out a small silver flask.
“Rum. It’s good stuff. Want any?”
“I’ll pass. Thanks.” Mary-Ann was worried enough about the water and wine she had already had
“Your loss.” Cassie took a swig
“So is this the real Cassie? The one I’m talking to right now?”
“I’ve always been me.”
“I thought you were a tough girl?”
“I…well…no, I guess not.”
“So you were living a bit of a lie when you first got to work then.”
“I guess so.”
“The reason I ask is because when you complemented me in the car, you said I was a ‘real’ person.”
“Yeah, when I talk to you, I get you. Not what you think I want you to be.”
“Do I get the same thing when I talk to Cassie?”
“Sure.”
Mary-Ann raised an eyebrow. Cassie stared back, daring Mary-Ann to press. Mary-Ann was a brave woman, not afraid to attack or embrace emotions. She accepted Cassie’s challenge
“So you were lying to me then, or you’re lying to me now.”
“Then. I was lying to you then.”
“So you were being a ‘fake’ person.”
“No! I mean yes. I mean…” Cassie finished her flask “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“When I talked to Karenna yesterday, she said it always seemed like you wanted to say something but never did.”
Cassie nodded. Karenna was right. But Mary-Ann was her boss, and Cassie was afraid of her own emotions. There was silence
“It’s just…” Cassie sighed. “I don’t know what I want.”
“I think you do.”
Mary-Ann had pulled the lynchpin. Cassie started to open. To verbalize what she had refused to so many times
“I want to be like you. I mean, I’m supposed to be like you.”
“Supposed to?”
“My dad is a lawyer. Class action. My mom’s in pharmaceuticals. I grew up with everything. Three story home, a dog because I wanted one, private school. Mary-Ann, my first car cost thirty grand, and I didn’t have to pay a dime for it.”
“You think I had it easy then?”
“No! I don’t know your past. But my point is, we’re nearly the same age and I should be where you are.”
More than annoyed, Mary-Ann calmly replied “I grew up on a farm. I went to public school. My first car was a pickup truck from the 70s that I had to save for. I am where I am because of me and how I live.”
“FUCK! I fucking…AH!” Cassie stood up, mad at herself more than anything. “I’m a FUCKING LOSER OK? I wanted to be the cool kid, and everyone around me was so caught up in bullshit, that public school kids were always my friends. I drank with them when I was 15, smoked with them when I was I was 16, and fucked one of them when I was 18. All I wanted was something real. You know what was real? The kids who drank, the kids who didn’t have it all. They had no time to be fake. I wanted to be them!” Cassie wanted to cry. She denied herself. She also kind of had to pee.
Mary-Ann was quiet. Cassie was finally opening up. Her work was done. Cassie looked out the window, she talked to it more than Mary-Ann.
“No one gives a fuck about your grades when daddy can just buy you what you want. Except law schools. I should have cared. Been one of those nepotism kids. That’s what everyone else did. But I wanted to be real. Like my ‘real’ friends. My parents are nice people. They had one kid. And I fucked up…I-I fucked up. God DAMN it!”
Cassie turned around, her lips quivering. She looked at nothing in particular. She refused to cry. But the want and desire was there.
“Then those real friends leave you. After you told your parents to go fuck themselves. They bought you a car. A free trip to college. Anything you asked for growing up. But you leave them for your ‘real’ friends. Who also leave you because you’re too ‘wild’.”
Cassie put her head in her hands. She wasn’t going to cry.
“Next thing you know, you’ve got a nose ring.” She flipped up her skirt, showing herself to Mary-Ann “and a pierced pussy, and the only thing that seems real is the guy you’re trying to fuck at a bar. FUCK!”
Cassie wondered back over to the couch and sat in front of the cushion. But she was on the floor. Mary-Ann put her hand on the girls shoulder. Cassie looked up at her, her eyes glossy
“I-I’m not worth your time. I understand if you don’t want me around.”
“What? Cassie, c’mon. You’ve produced well. We’ve made it past your little roadblock. Ask anyone, we’re happy to have you on the team.”
There was quiet. Cassie wanted to doubt Mary-Ann. But her voice was so sincere, Cassie was confused. She could feel her bladder. That was real. That much she knew. She looked at the floor. Then up at her boss. She spoke her mind. All of it this time.
“Dad would be proud of me if I were you.”
“Well…I don’t know your parents. But I tell you what Cassie. If you're honest with me. If you do your best with us. I’d be proud of you.”
Cassie looked away, the waterworks had started. She shook trying as hard as she could to stop the salty tears in her eyes. She wiped them off. There were no more. She stood and took a deep breath
“Thank you. But you're my boss, not my therapist. I-I want to go to bed and end this conversation. And also forget that I kind of have to pee. T-thank-thank you.” Cassie walked over to the bed and started to prepare for sleep
Mary-Ann nodded. Cassie was indeed wildly emotional. Dissatisfied with herself that she couldn’t get the girl to open up to her more, Mary-Ann sat and contemplated the kinds of questions she asked. Could she have been more forceful? Was it even her place? She shifted slightly, her own bladder starting to feel her water and wine. Cassie flicked off the light, leaving the small room mostly dark.
“Good night Mary-Ann. Don’t think I’m ungrateful…I just-“
“I understand Cas. I appreciate you letting me in a little bit.”
Mary-Ann couldn’t see it, but Cassie smiled. Mary-Ann stayed on the couch for a little while longer, replaying her words and the conversation in mind. She didn’t want to press to much harder, and in the end, it was probably for the best that she let Cassie be for a while. In a way, she pitied the girl. But Cassie was right about one thing. Mary-Ann better get to bed before her desperation kicked in. There was nowhere to pee.
Hours had passed. The room was pitch black. As dark as the midnight that surrounded the cheap hotel. Both of the girls had lulled themselves to sleep, but the same problem had struck both of them. They were both bursting to pee. Filled with water, wine, and in Cassie’s case, booze. Mary-Ann’s bladder was still strong. Sleep had slowed her bodies processes and the extra boost allowed it to hang on tight to the excessive floodwaters inside her. It would do anything to please its master. Cassie’s bladder on the other hand had an opportunity. Her body had endured a decade of abuse from the young girl. What was often an excess of alcohol or degrading sex acts, her entire body wanted to rebel against the reckless woman. Cassie normally wouldn’t mind peeing in front of Mary-Ann, she had before, but wetting the same bed her boss was sleeping in? That would mortify anyone, especially in front of someone she was trying to impress. There wasn’t much that would embarrass Cassie anymore. Except maybe this.
The room was still pitch black. Still as dark as the midnight that surrounded the cheap hotel. But between the two sleeping women, an unmistakable hiss could be heard. There was no other sound to drown it out. No chattering voices, no loud heaters. There was a nearly quiet room. But Cassie had a steady stream of piss leaking out of her. For everything she had done to herself. For all the times she took her body for granted, this was payback. The sheets suffered first. They were white, but they quickly darkened under her. First the puddle expanded upward, it wet the short skirt she was so fond of. But there was more pee inside Cassie. A lot more. And she was only in a twin bed, hardly enough room for the two of them.
The puddle then expanded downward, flowing straight from its source. Cassie’s pierced pussy had no problem letting her piss pass though. The puddle reached past her thighs, creating an unmistakable stain between them. As more and more pee flowed from the unknowing Cassie, the puddle expanded outward. As it did, the vengeful nature of Cassie’s bladder rushed towards the resting Mary-Ann. She was on her side, completely unaware of the accident Cassie was currently having, or the puddle that was about to reach her. First it made contact with her thigh. Her skin reacted to the warm liquid. Then, as more of Cassie’s piss collected, it moved upward, towards Mary-Ann’s salmon colored shorts.
Mary-Ann’s body was familiar with the sensation of warm urine on skin. But this was foreign. Someone else must have been having an accident all over her leg. Having a full bladder and knowing that another body must have been mortified, Mary-Ann’s own bladder relaxed. It knew its master would have wanted it to do so.
As Mary-Ann slept on her side, her leg coated in Cassie’s piss, a new streak, then two suddenly appeared. Mary-Ann was peeing her shorts. It wasn’t the first time that these shorts had been overfilled by a full bladder, but it was the first time their filling was unintentional. The sleeping Mary-Ann had a smile cross her face. She was wrapped in a warm coating. Awake or asleep, it was a pleasant sensation.
The nearly quiet room now had the distinct sound of its two occupants pissing themselves unknowingly. As the monster-sized puddle continued to grow, some dripped off of the side below Mary-Ann, her shorts were soaked both inside and out. Cassie had finished, her bladder had taken its revenge. Mary-Ann was still going. A lake formed between the two as their puddles of piss combined. As Mary-Ann finished, she rolled onto her back, her shirt now soaking in it. Her kidney’s resumed their processing, her body now relieved.
Cassie’s mouth was dry. Was she sick? She felt clammy. Cold. Damp. Had she been sweating? She looked out the window. The sun was starting to rise. She smacked her lips. She didn’t feel ill. What was that feeling. She turned. Her hand was submerged in a freezing cold liquid. What spilled? Her flask? It couldn’t have. The possibilities ran through her mind. No. No. No. Please don't tell me. No. No. She couldn't deny it. She knew it. She had to check. It was real. She had pissed her bed.
“Fuck! Shit! God Damn it! No! Aw, fuck!”
Cassie writhed around in the cold pool of piss that occupied much of the bed. She kicked the covers off, as she did, the sheets spilled some of the excess piss they had collected out. Cassie cursed again and again, but as Mary-Ann stirred and awoke, Cassie’s fear struck her.
“Mhmf…Cassie, what’s the matter?”
“I-I…I pissed the fucking bed, that’s the matter. Fuck!”
Mary-Ann could feel herself. Her shirt, soaked, her shorts, soaked. Her shorts were wet inside too. There was only one explanation for that. Mary-Ann watched Cassie pace, her bladder felt like a rock, heavy inside her.
“I-I-I’m so sorry. See, I’m completely incompetent! I can’t-I can’t do this. I just pissed all over my boss. Damn it! I can’t believe-I…Mary-Ann…I’m sorry…this never happens, I…”
Cassie was no longer forming complete sentences, she had gotten herself completely worked up. She was angry, embarrassed, and scared.
Mary-Ann was slightly enjoying the experience. Not Cassie’s discomfort, but the fact that Mary-Ann herself was partly to blame for this. The sheets were soaked through, that much was clear. Mary-Ann was a little disappointed that she was asleep for the experience though. And to top it off, Cassie’s whining was putting a damper on it. She tried to calm her down.
“Cassie, its fine-“
“No its not! This has never happened before. Damn hotel, fucking cheap…Ah!” Cassie was pacing, her fists balled.
“Cassie, calm down”
“I can’t. You’re the one person who might actually give me a second chance and I just pissed all over you. I hate myself. Fuck!”
Cassie was inconsolable. Mary-Ann needed something to get her attention, get her mind off of whatever she had worked herself into. Her bladder reminded her it was full. Smiling, Mary-Ann knew how to take care of two birds with one stone. But unlike with Karenna, Mary-Ann knew she had to be stern and authoritative to pull this off.
“The one time I have something positive for myself and I fuck it up. Damn it! I-“ It was quick, but Cassie could swear she heard something. It was like something spilled
Then she heard it again. Water. Or her flask, she looked down. It wasn’t flask. It was coming from the bed, dripping on the floor. Mary-Ann's leg. It couldn’t be. Could it?
“Uh…Mary-Ann you’re, you’re”
Mary-Ann looked her dead in the eye “I’m what?”
“You’re pissing. What…what the fuck?”
“Yeah, you took too long bitching and complaining. I had no other choice.”
Cassie’s eyes darted between her boss’s pee stream, which was soaking the bed and the floor, and her boss’s eyes. They were fierce.
“Bu-but why?”
“If it helps you sleep at night, I guess you can blame the wet bed on me. But there is a lesson for you here.”
“Wha-what? What lesson? Pee yourself if you want to make a point?”
“No. You said you wanted to be like me, here’s something you’ll have to learn. All that whining you just did, made no difference.” Mary-Ann tried to contain her sigh of relief. The fact that she was wetting the bed and the floor simultaneously with the way she was sitting was nearly orgasmic. She continued her lesson. “The five minutes you took to bitch and moan could have been used to find a solution like I did.”
“Solution, what solution?”
“I had to pee. Bed was already wet. Problem, solution.”
“I-I…” Mary-Ann’s logic made sense to Cassie. But she still couldn’t believe what she was seeing and hearing
“So when you got up, you should have looked for a solution first. Instead of whining. That will never solve an issue. Action will. You know what action you should take?”
“A shower?”
“Good. So why haven’t you done it?” Mary-Ann was finally done wetting her pants
“Well…I”
“Get to it.”
“Right away.”
As Cassie left for the bathroom, Mary-Ann swung her leg back over the bed, now marinating in the collective pool of piss. She grabbed her phone, and instantly searched for a protective mattress cover for home. She had found a new way to enjoy herself.
Mary-Ann heard the shower turn off. Cassie had finished. She came out of the bathroom in short order, still wearing the same clothes. She had no other option, despite the fact that the back of her shirt was still covered in pee. She turned the corner, looking at her boss, still in bed.
“Showers ready. I’m sorry for losing it.”
“It happens. I get it. It can be traumatizing.” Mary-Ann remembered her own accident at work. “But did you learn anything from it?”
“Action is the best medicine?”
“I couldn’t have said it better myself. And here’s another lesson for you. In about three hours from now, I’ll be speaking on stage. No one is going to know that I just peed my pants or that we wet the bed. We can put our heads down and move on with it. Frankly, I don’t care that it happened, do you?”
“No, I guess not.”
“Like you said, its just pee, if your cool, it’s cool, right?”
Cassie smiled, Mary-Ann smiled back and walked into the bathroom. She turned the shower on and hopped in, her clothes still on. Standing just outside the reach of the water, she pushed a tiny bit of pee out. She had an excuse to do it, and she was going to take it. She started her shower with her clothes on. They were covered in a mix of her pee and Cassie’s, and there was no point in stuffing them into her backpack like that.
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Mary-Ann’s talk went well. Cassie had forgotten her notebook and just listened. Some of it she didn’t understand yet, but she knew she had a good teacher. Mary-Ann commanded the stage, her grey suit swooshing as she walked back and forth. Cassie wasn’t sure if Mary-Ann was proud of her, but she was proud that Mary-Ann was her boss. She met up with her at the end of her talk.
They met Donovan at the door and thanked him for having them and for dinner. He was his usual kind self. An honorable man, he thanked Mary-Ann for coming last minute.
It was a pleasant day for a drive, sunny, and slightly cold for the season. Mary-Ann put one of the two towels Cassie had ‘borrowed’ from the hotel behind her seat. She sat on the other one, knowing she might need it. She hadn’t gotten a chance to go after being on stage after all. The two filled up at a gas station, with gas station coffee and a water for Mary-Ann, and gas for the SUV. The two women chatted about small things. But Cassie still wanted to thank Mary-Ann as they got on the highway.
“You know, your totally right.”
“About what?”
“I bitch and moan too much. Spend too much time worrying about things I can’t change. You knoe, that kind of makes me a bitch. I can be better. I know I can.”
“Good. I’m glad to have shared another learning experience with you. I was thinking about what you said last night though. Could it be that you just need a new circle of friends?”
“Maybe. Why, are you offering? Don’t think you’re crazy enough for me, no offence.”
“I was thinking you might actually want to call Karenna. She’s got a nice little group of friends. I will take offence though. I peed my pants in front of you, and I’m not crazy enough?”
“You were just trying to prove a point. And I took the point well. But I mean, its not like you’d do it again.”
“You’d put money on that?”
Cassie reached into her small purse and grabbed her wallet. She produced a bill.
“100 bucks says you won’t.”
Mary-Ann had needed to pee anyway. She was going to wait until the hit a rest stop, but Cassie was dangling an opportunity to wet and get paid for it in front of her. She relaxed her bladder a bit. She wanted to give Cassie a chance to back out. She’d stay dry if the girl decided to back down.
“First rule of business Cassie is to never spend unless your sure of an ROI.”
“Yeah, I know, it’s an easy 100 from you. No way you’d do it again. You’re cool. But not that wild.”
With that, Mary-Ann relaxed. Her panties were flooded by a stream of urine as it made its way from her snatch and into her pants. She didn’t say a word to Cassie. She just smiled coyly to herself and focused on the road ahead. It was pleasant, to keep her eyes on the road and to feel relief at the same time. She stole a look at her pants as she peed them. From the crotch of her formerly grey dress pants to halfway down her thigh, there was an obvious stain. She smiled at it. Mary-Ann had won the bet. She looked over at Cassie, who was staring out the window. The girl saw Mary-Ann smiling at her.
“What? Oh, knock it off, I know you’re not going to do it.”
Mary-Ann looked back out the windscreen, smile still on her face. Cassie was losing the bet as Mary-Ann finished peeing her dress pants. It was warm.
Hours had passed, and Mary-Ann’s pants were still slightly warm. She had stopped bothering to hold it, and instead opted to have fun. Sometimes she’d pretend to point something out to Cassie, and while the girl tried to look outside for it, she’d let herself go into her pants. Or she’d pretend that she was on a desperate car ride, and without a bathroom in sight. She hold herself and let go, feeling the warmth cover her hand. But she had a little bit left as they came to another rest stop, this time Cassie asked if they could stop. Mary-Ann pulled the SUV into the parking spot.
“You coming with?”
“Hmm…” Mary-Ann released her bladder again, her pants warming “No…I don’t think. Nah, I don’t need the bathroom.”
“Suit yourself.” Cassie had no idea how many times over she had lost her bet.
The rest of the drive home was uneventful, Mary-Ann held it sometimes, and just relaxed and leaked other times. She was having her own fun, and on Cassie’s dime. This time, Cassie gave her a new address. As they pulled up to a rundown apartment, Cassie thanked Mary-Ann again.
“Promise me you’ll look for new people? And maybe give Kar a call?”
“If you think it'll help. I’ll do it.”
Cassie jumped out of the car. Mary-Ann climbed out too, ready to prove that she had won the bet
“Woah, woah, woah. Where’s my 100 bucks?” Mary-Ann curled her fingers rapidly, expecting cash
“I mean, you didn’t do it.”
“No?”
Mary-Ann turned around. Her butt was completely soaked. Even in the setting sun, her wetting was obvious. Her grey slacks had turned nearly black with amount of times she had let go in them.
“Holy! You actually did it! Oh my God!”
Cassie was laughing. In total disbelief. She couldn’t believe what her boss had done. She and Mary-Ann laughed together, growing that much closer. Cassie was happy to give her the money.
“I can’t believe you!”
“And I did it like right after the bet too, you didn’t have a chance!”
Cassie laughed, she had a cool boss, one she was proud to serve.
“Now promise me you’ll make some more reliable friends?”
“After what you just did, anything for you!”
The two laughed again as they amicably parted. Climbing the stairs to her apartment door, Cassie scrolled through her damaged phone. Riding on the high of the crazy bet, she did what Mary-Ann asked. She had never bothered to save Karenna’s number before, but after adding it to her contacts, she gave Karenna a ring.
Edited December 5, 2021 by knockonthedoor
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A/N: I'm only doing 2 interludes this time around, Chapter 5 is going to be so large and packed with so much content omo-wise, that I just have to get to it. It will mostly feature the girls trip, save for chapter 5.1, which will explore some of the conflict that appears in this. The inspiration and main set piece for this interlude was requested by @LifeIsStrange. I always look forward to their comments and this request was fun. It features real desperation and an accident from on of our main girls, and a discovery about the outside world. This one was another fun one! Oh, and questions at the bottom, but no spoilers up here! As always, feedback is not only encouraged, but appreciated!
Interlude 3.2
Karenna lay awake in Chloe’s bed. It had been another night with her and more pleasure for Karenna. But guilt had long since set in. She couldn’t shake the feeling that the only thing keeping her here was Chloe’s sexual tenacity. But the other girl had more in mind. As Chloe slept, her arm lay across Karenna, and their was a smile on Chloe’s face. What kind of person would ruin that for someone else? On the other hand, Karenna wasn’t being true to herself if she stayed. So she lay there, trying to will herself back to sleep. Back to a place where she didn’t feel guilty anymore, or so confused.
Chloe awoke at sometime in the morning. The sun was shining in across the bed and her face, and her apartment was hot as always. It’d be almost too miserable if she didn’t open her eyes and see her girlfriend staring back at her. Chloe smiled. She liked waking up this way.
“Morning K”
Karenna smiled back
“You’d have better slept well, I think I tired you out last night.”
“Feels that way. I have been up for a while though.”
“Where you admiring me?”
“I was thinking about how to get up and pee this morning.”
Chloe pulled her arm in tighter. Her fingers snaked their way down Karenna’s nude body.
“How long have you had to go?”
“I woke up needing to.”
“So does it hurt if I do this?”
Chloe spread Karenna’s pussy lips apart with her fingers and massaged the pink insides with another.
“Mmmfh, not really, but it makes me feel something else.”
Chloe played with Karenna for a bit. She watched her girlfriend close her eyes and enjoy the morning sex. It was gentle, smooth. Chloe asked Karenna about her abnormal sexual desires.
“Do you still pee your pants, K?”
Karenna smiled “Yes.”
“Tell me about the last time you had an accident.”
Chloe could feel Karenna’s pussy start to drip with excitement.
“What’s the day today?”
“Saturday.”
Karenna moaned “I pissed myself on Thursday. I held it all day at work, and the ride home. I was squirming and dancing. As soon as I put the key in the lock, it just started happening.” Karenna stopped her story to moan in pleasure as Chloe continued to hit all of the right spots.
“Did anyone see you?”
“No. I made it inside while still going. Then I shut the door and let it all out. Ohhh!” Karenna was close to climax
“And was it a big puddle?”
“…Yeah” Karenna was trying to talk through moans. Chloe let her moan and come to her climax while she talked
“I’ll bet you were so embarrassed when you had to clean up your little accident. A business woman like you having to dry up the puddle she made. What would your boss do if she caught you?”
With that, Karenna came. Her oozing juices coated Chloe’s hand, satisfying the Asian. Chloe figured she had had Karenna cum with the thought of her boss embarrassing her. But Karenna had came at another thought of what Mary-Ann would do. Still panting, her eyes now open, she looked over at Chloe.
“Speaking of which. I still haven’t gone this morning.”
Chloe brought her hand back up, and circled Karenna’s belly with her fingers. Chloe hadn’t gone yet either.
“Tell me again what you said your fantasy was.”
Karenna had another. But she remembered what she had told Chloe
“I…I want to pee my pants in public.”
“Right, and I’ve always wanted to know what gym girls do when they need to pee.”
“Chloe…I don’t know if I could do that.”
“Sure you can. Besides, I’ll be there.”
Karenna had mixed feelings. The excitement of letting go in public was enough of a prize to consider it. But an accident in the gym? She agreed with Mary-Ann, she shouldn’t be destroying others property.
“Chloe, as hot as it is. I can’t just ruin the equipment for everyone else.”
“Then try and hold it. Accidents happen you know.”
“But, I-“
“I’ll be holding it with you. It’ll be one of those things that couples do.”
Karenna still was unsure. But Chloe had done enough to convince her to at least give it a shot. She put up one final, weak objection
“I came here right after work. It’s not like I have gym clothes with me.”
Chloe smiled, having gotten her way. “I’ve got some cute little shorts for you.” Chloe continued slyly “And you can even borrow a pair of my panties.”
Karenna found the idea hot, despite her apprehension. She nodded her head, consenting. Chloe ran her hands through Karenna’s hair, she was ecstatic. The two began their hold.
An hour had passed, and Chloe could feel the pressure in her bladder, she knew that Karenna must be feeling it as well. She had dressed her girlfriend in an old T-shirt of a band she no longer listened to, and a short pair of grey athletic shorts, with a pink accent. She looked hot enough to take right there in the doorway. Chloe grabbed an extra sports drink and tossed it to Karenna.
“Here. Hydrate.”
“I want to at least have a chance to make it through the workout.”
“Yeah but I don’t.” Chloe said with a stern tone
Karenna took a sip. It was blueberry, not her favorite flavor, but at least it would get the job done. She wanted to make it through the workout, and had resolved to do so. The gym was only a block away, and Karenna was sure that if she could make it through the workout, she could make it back here. It was an odd conundrum. To have given her desire to Chloe, and to now be actively attempting to deny herself. But she was not going to hurt someone else by engaging in her favorite pastime. It bothered her that Chloe apparently did not share the same mental barrier. On the other hand, she’d be holding it with Chloe for the first time, and that in of itself was exciting. Chloe never wet for her after that one time, nor expressed any desire to do so. Maybe today would change that.
The walk to the gym wasn’t too long, but the cold air of the outside had done a number on Chloe’s bladder. As she and Karenna entered the gym, she crossed her legs for a moment. She looked back, smiling at her girlfriend. Karenna stood there, bouncing her legs up and down. Chloe showed her card to the man at the counter and the two lovers made their way into the heated space. By the windows there were a set of treadmills, the corner next to the bathroom was mirrored and had a set of dumbbells and free weights. Rowing machines and other athletic equipment had there own stations within the building. Chloe was surprised at how few people there where inside, the six others who were going to watch her girlfriend lose control. Chloe was aroused. This was a new feeling, to have others share in her experience with Karenna.
Karenna suggested to Chloe that they warm up on the treadmills. If she was being honest with herself, the treadmills worried her the most. Karenna was worried about leaking on them later. It was not a problem she had faced before, but she had heard stories from Nia about some of the girls at basketball practice. Karenna started the machine, with Chloe next to her and began walking. She looked straight out the window, determined to hold it, no matter what. She was thirsty. Karenna sipped her sports drink, the taste still bothering her.
Chloe’s machine read twenty minutes. Her bladder told her that it was time to release. It was hard to hold on a treadmill. The thumping of her shoes on the fake track shot warnings throughout her body. Chloe knew it was going to be a problem, but she was going to have to stick it out for Karenna. She looked at her girlfriend; Karenna had her hands balled into fists as she walked. Like a good girl, she had downed most of the sports drink Chloe had given her. The excitement of what Karenna was going to do for her encouraged Chloe to hold it. It turned her on.
“I think we’ve warmed up enough K.”
Karenna turned, exhaling. She nodded and turned off her machine. The partners stepped off, both feeling their bladders asking for relief. Karenna crossed her legs and bent forward, her hands still clenched into fists. She crouched slightly, holding herself with her thighs. Chloe took notice
“I think my little K needs to pee.” She wrapped her arm around Karenna’s abdomen and squeezed.
Karenna bladder responded by sending pain through her entire body. From her toes to her chest, Karenna could feel the pain her bladder felt.
“Ah! Chloe! No!” She sounded like an angry pet owner
“Just testing you. I guess you’re not lying.”
Karenna was still bent, trying to use her body weight to prevent leaking.
“Why...why would I lie?”
“Maybe you’re not that desperate. And maybe we should do some squats next.”
Karenna gulped. She knew the stress and strain her body was about to endure. You will hold it. You will defy the odds. Do it for you. Do it because Mary-Ann would be proud of you for doing the right thing. You can do it!
Karenna gave herself encouragement. But it still hurt, and the hard wall that the two put their backs against let its weight be known. Karenna’s heart pounded, she told herself she’d hold it. She had to. Chloe said that twenty would be all she shad to do. Twenty seemed like enough. Their backs to the wall, Chloe led them both into a squat. Her body sliding against the hard wall, Karenna crouched. Her bladder hated the movement and demanded that her morning pee and sports drink pound the inside of her body. She felt the pain. She stopped her movement and exhaled before coming back up.
“That was a half of one.” Chloe said as she came up out of her squat
“That’s the best I can do.”
“No it isn’t. With me, K.”
Chloe bent down, sliding her back down the wall. She deepened her movement, exaggerating it.
“One.”
Chloe waited in her position. Her bladder wasn’t having it. It warned her. She clenched, telling it to listen to her as she watched Karenna attempt the same movement. Her black girlfriend slid down the wall, her legs shaking as she did so. She nearly wobbled as she reached the apex of her movement. Chloe slid back up, her bladder warning her not to do that again. She didn’t listen. Chloe slid back down the wall. As she did, her bladder needled her. She wasn’t as good at holding as she thought she was. Her own body was stronger than her mind. As she held her squatting position, it pressed down on her pee-hole. Chloe felt a bead of sweat break out, her muscles couldn’t stand the movement.
“Two”
Karenna was shaking. She didn’t want to do another. But she had agreed to this. There was no way she could do twenty. It hurt, to feel her swollen bladder as she bent down. Deepening her stance, she could feel a rush to her opening. She clenched. As hard as she could. Her whole body shook as she tried to hold it. She followed Chloe out of the squat. Reaching the top, she felt the smallest drops escape. A warning.
Chloe was struggling. But she was watching her girlfriend shake and squirm even more. She needed to keep her role, no matter what her bladder argued. She watched Karenna intently, her girlfriend had the look of a competitor in her eye. Chloe eased into a squat again. Her bladder, her body made one final protest, begging her to stop.
“Thre-AH!”
Karenna watched as Chloe shot into an upright stance. She bounced away from the wall, clutching herself and her black shorts.
“N-no..”
A yellow liquid ran down Chloe’s leg. Some more splashed out of her black shorts. It stopped. Chloe had held on. For now.
“M-maybe I-I-I’ll just watch you do it.”
“What’s the matter Chloe? I thought you said we have to get deeply into our squats.”
“Uh, well, um…I have n-no idea what I’m talking about…lets-lets lift some weights. Or not do anymore squats?”
Karenna smiled, she had the upper hand, even as a small spirt escaped her and wet the panties she was wearing.
Karenna does this on purpose? Why? Chloe hated the fact that her panties were now damp. They almost stuck to her. At least her shorts where black, and a stain wasn’t visible. But not only was she wet, she still had to pee. She had to speed this ‘workout’ along.
“Lets just do 10, ok?”
“Oh, so now that Chloe has to pee, we have to do everything quick?”
“N-no! I just…want to be nice. Y-you look like you need it.”
Karenna smiled. She was in control. She could do it, she felt like she was going to make it. They started to lift weights. Just ten was going to be easy.
Chloe shifted her weight from foot to foot while she lifted her weights. Karenna had chosen fifteen’s, and was going much slower than Chloe with her five’s. The first six went by fast, especially for Chloe, who had much less resistance. She was in the middle of her seventh motion when she heard the floor splatter. She looked at her girlfriend. A baseball sized wet patch was now on the front of her grey shorts. Karenna had a look of shock on her face.
“I-these are t-too heavy for me.” The patch started to grow again, but stopped before anymore hit the floor.
As Karenna walked over to the rack, she tried desperately to hold it. She burned with desire. She wanted to do it. She wanted to hold it. She could barely hold it. No. You’re not peeing your pants here. Not now. You’re not doing it. And clean up that mess! Karenna grabbed a free paper towel from the wall dispenser and dabbed it into the small puddle she made. Another leak as she stood. Her warm panties and clammy pants wanted her to lose it. She refused again. She had to finish her ‘workout’. She was on her final motion when she leaked some more. The end was near, whether she wanted it to be or not.
The thigh machine stood before them. A titan to the two desperate girls. Karenna leaked just looking at it. Chloe wouldn’t admit it, but she did as well.
“You first.” Chloe said, trying to be confident
Karenna nodded. She would be the one with actual confidence.
One thrust of her thighs. Then out. It stretched her, tested her limits. It showed off her wet patch. Another motion, this one back inside. Then another out. Karenna winced as more made it’s way past her defenses. The wet patch grew again. She exhaled. She could hold it.
“Uh..hhh”
Chloe was making an odd noise. Karenna looked at her black shorts. Chloe’s left leg was glistening. A yellowish liquid down her thigh.
“Chloe! You’re-“
“No! I’m not.” She grabbed Karenna’s wrist hard “Come!”
She rushed Karenna off of the machine, and dashed for the bathroom, pulling Karenna behind her. Once inside, she shut the door behind her and locked it. Still ahead of Karenna, she whipped her shorts around her ankles and let out a furious stream.
“Ahhh! Ohh! I just couldn’t…Ahhhh”
Chloe let the flood gates open as she hovered above the toilet. The water was pierced with such a racket that anyone outside the restroom could hear it. It nearly drowned out the hiss of Chloe’s body as she relieved herself. It was enough to drown a small creature.
It was so concentrated from being held all night, that Karenna could smell her girlfriends piss, despite being a yard or so away from the toilet. She refused to give in. She’d wait her turn. Her sympathetic bladder wanted her to let go. Chloe probably wanted her to let go. And yet, she held. She clenched her muscles with all her might, both inside and out. Karenna would not give in. Not even if she leaked a little again. Even with her bladder screaming and punching her genitals like a petulant child. Karenna would never. She was determined to do the right thing. To play without making someone else clean it. She would not piss on this floor.
Opening her eyes, Chloe saw her girlfriend squirming a writhing before her. Standing fully, she wiped, becoming her normal self again as the toilet flushed. It was hot to watch Karenna now that she didn’t have her own need to attend to. She grimaced as she put her shorts and panties back on. They were damp. Chloe still hated the feeling. She wasn’t dry, but she was grateful she had picked her black shorts. Especially when she looked at the damage Karenna had already done to hers. It was obvious that Karenna had been leaking. Karenna started to make her way to the toilet. Chloe grabbed her waist.
“That’s not for you, you have more exercises.”
“Chloe. No. I’m-I’m done. I will not…here.” She shook. To desperate for sentences “Home.”
Chloe pouted, not getting her way. She had done so much to aide her girlfriends fantasy, and this is how it was going to end? She decided she’d get her embarrassment somehow.
“Fine, come with me.” She grabbed Karenna by the wrist, leading her like a child out of the bathroom.
As they passed the man behind the counter, Chloe had to stop. The man thought Karenna was in pain. She was, but not for the reason he thought. Chloe spoke for her
“She hates public restrooms, and had to much to drink. She’s fine though!”
The two made it out the door, the cold wind smashing into Karenna’s bladder. It contracted. As they walked down the steps onto the sidewalk, Karenna had a steady trickle of pee into her panties. She had made it. She wanted to tell Chloe as a rush of endorphins kicked in.
“Chloe…I-I-I…”
Loved it? Hated it? Love you? Hate you? They all mixed together. But Karenna told the truth
“I just can’t hold it anymore!”
The trickle turned into a steady flow as the dark patch on Karenna’s shorts expanded. They turned the grey fabric dark, and ran right over the pink accents. It was Chloe’s turn to watch
The splattering of the concrete below was loud. Obvious. Quickly, a few drops turned into a small puddle. The flow didn’t end there as it ran down both of her girlfriends legs. Some even splattered Chloe’s shins. Chloe looked up, a girl carrying a gym bag stood there, her mouth agape. Chloe shooed her off
“Watch how much you drink today!”
The lady awkwardly walked into the gym, not wanting to be near the girl who was peeing her pants. Chloe hugged Karenna. It was even hotter than how Karenna described it. A visceral experience for Chloe. Karenna was vulnerable. And only Chloe could comfort her.
It was everything Karenna wanted. She could feel the heat around her crotch and the heat from her face. It was just like her first accident, but without Sarah. It was a fantasy for her. To really be the girl who couldn’t hold it anymore. And, even as she could feel herself draining, she was that girl again. Karenna’s nipples were hard. Chloe hugged her. She was aroused too.
Chloe looked up. The man behind the counter was watching everything though the glass doors. Chloe gave him a look as if to say told you so but inside she was ecstatic at the outcome. She whispered in Karenna’s ear
“Everyone’s watching. This is so hot”
Karenna just enjoyed the last few drops of pee into her panties. She didn’t say a word. She broke her embrace with Chloe. Now in soaking wet shorts, she had to make her way back to the apartment. With no other option, the two walked, Karenna developed goosebumps from the cold air and her rapidly cooling pants.
A man saw her. He averted his gaze. A young couple. They looked sympathetic. None of them said a word about the pants that Karenna had just pissed into. Maybe Cassie was right. No, maybe those two girls were right. No one cares or they feel sorry for you. Karenna was wet at the thought Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to get caught. Guess I should have just finished in front of Cassie. Like she asked. Karenna crossed the street. The apartment near. No! You’re just horny. Let Chloe take care of it and stop thinking about someone else. And not Cassie! Not in that way! Karenna’s mind teased her with a mental image of Mary-Ann. Karenna needed sex, and she needed it now.
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The rest of the afternoon went ok. Karenna made them lunch. Chloe couldn’t cook for her life, but at least she knew how to pleasure Karenna. It wasn’t much, just thrown together from things in the cabinet. But Karenna had been keeping up her water intake. It was hot in the small apartment. Chloe smiled
“I really had fun today. Thanks K.”
“I can’t believe no one said a thing. You know they all saw me.”
“So when are we doing it again?”
“I didn’t know we were.”
“I’ve got to go to the mall in a week or so. I’ve got some unwanted Christmas things to return. Maybe you join me after ‘forgetting’ to pee?”
“Wasn’t Christmas like two months ago?”
“Yeah…don’t judge me!”
“Too late.” Karenna joked
“Do you think people will judge me for having an ‘accident-prone’ girlfriend?”
“It’s up to them to say anything. I’m still shocked no one did.”
“Well maybe we have to find someone who will.”
Please no. I had that once before.
Chloe continued “It’s your fantasy, not mine.”
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Karenna didn’t know what to make of that last statement. She put on her business clothes after they finished eating and decided to go back home. She still mulled over Chloe’s statement. Didn’t she like this too? You never have this confusion with Mary-Ann. Maybe she can help you with this.
As Karenna exited the apartment building, the cold wind hit her. Despite the extra layer or two from her Friday work clothes, it was still cold. The wind had kicked up that feeling inside her. After a long hold she always felt her bladder again. She would qualify her experience with Chloe as a long hold. She thought of her new realization. How no one cared. Do it. Be the business woman with no time for bathroom breaks. Your car is just over there. Do it.
Karenna didn’t need to tell herself twice. Instantly the bright blue crotch of her business slacks darkened. From bright, deep blue to dark, almost navy blue. As she walked, it spread, running down the inseams of her pants. The piss streamed down her legs. They were warmed by her little ‘incident’. The wet streaks completely covered the inside half of both pant legs in the front. The back was just as drenched. Spilling out past her cuffs, Karenna’s over flowing pee pooled into her heels. They squelched as she walked, and left heel prints of pee on the sidewalk. Between her wet prints was a trail of little dots, specks of piss that had exited her dress pants.
Her pulse raced. Had she really just done that? She looked up. A man on his phone. He didn’t notice. A women just behind him. She smiled at Karenna, who smiled back. She hadn’t looked down to see what Karenna did. If nothing else from today, Karenna learned that no one cared if she did it in public. Her heart beat faster as she made it to her car. She wanted this again and again. Maybe not Chloe. But this. Or maybe Chloe. She didn’t know. As she was about to climb into her car, someone finally noticed.
“Oh you poor dear!”
A kindly old woman was standing outside of her own car, waiting for her husband to get out. They looked so kind. Karenna wanted to play her role. The business woman with no time for breaks
“Sorry ma’am, got another important meeting. Can’t waste time looking for a bathroom.”
The old man heard her comment. He tisk-ed with his tongue
“Folk just move to fast these days.”
He continued to ramble as Karenna shut the door. She felt so much more at peace. No one in the world but Sarah cared that much. She had to tell Mary-Ann. She had to tell her a lot of things, but this one for sure.
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The walk up her apartment stairs was easy. Karenna felt invincible with her knew found knowledge. She still wanted someone to see her. But as she made her way to her apartment door, no one did. She wanted to talk to Mary-Ann. But she was away with Cassie. Karenna shut the door behind her and took off her soaked pants. Next came her shirt and bra, which she tossed over the couch. She grabbed a T-shirt and put her pants in her hamper, but kept her peed panties on. She could pretend that she had a weak bladder for the rest of the day. It was a least partially true.
Suddenly her phone rang. It was Cassie. She thought it was odd, but maybe something was wrong. Cassie was supposed to be riding home with Mary-Ann today. Karenna decided to pick up.
“Hey Karenna. It’s Cassie. Is now a bad time?”
“If it was, I wouldn’t have picked up. What’s going on?”
“I just had the best, most awesome trip with Mary-Ann! The hotel sucked, but that’s ok. I really enjoyed it!”
“Oh. That’s nice. Glad to hear it.”
“Yeah. So…uh, how are you?”
“Fine. I guess.”
“Cool. Hey, have you ever had problems with a friend group? Like you feel they’re keeping you down?”
“Where’s this question coming from?”
“Well, I was talking to Mary-Ann and she said that I could really help myself out if I got around better people. You seem like good people. And plus, I’d like to start fresh.”
“Cassie, I told you. I don’t like second chances. Is that what you’re asking from me?” Karenna felt another twinge in her bladder
“I-I guess. I just-I want. I want something real. But it feels like I can never get it- not from friends. Not from boyfriends- I mean, sex is nice and all, but sometimes I just want a conversation.”
“I know that!” Karenna was desperate to voice her issues. Her bladder asked her again for relief.
“Boyfriend issues?”
“In a way. Like you said. Sex is nice and all, but I want someone to connect with.”
“Yes! I mean, if I have an issue, and just need someone to tell me that its ok, or if I just want someone to be happy for me, that shouldn’t mean sex!”
“I hear you! Forgive me if this is too much, but Cassie, do you mind if I share?”
Cassie jumped at the opportunity. A chance to be helpful “Go ahead!”
Karenna knew she might be on the phone for a while. She decided that she’d better relive her bladder beforehand, so that it wouldn’t get in her way. She released, turning her purple panties into a glistening dark pair. Her pee ran out of them immediately, and pooled on the chair she was sitting on. It began to splash over the edges. Karenna pushed out more. Cassie asked
“Are you sure this isn’t a bad time?”
“No, I’m just washing my hands.” Karenna lied
Cassie laughed “I thought you were going to the bathroom! Funny how the mind works.”
Karenna chuckled back “Not that you haven’t seen that from me before.”
“Yeah, and I can’t believe you even bothered to pull your pants down!”
“Fine then Cassie, next time I won’t!”
“There’s going to be a next time?”
“I…um…well…not exactly. Weren’t we supposed to be talking about boyfriends anyway?”
“Oh! Yeah! Talk to me!”
Karenna explained everything. She wasn’t sure how Cassie would react to Karenna dating another girl. She used the pseudonym Chris. This ‘Chris’ shared nothing in common with Karenna except that they were good at sex and that they were down for anything that Karenna wanted in that regard. But they were also controlling, petulant, and maybe, if their comments about Karenna’s fantasy were anything to go by, even manipulative. Karenna didn’t say or even mention her fantasy directly, but just took it into general terms. That this ‘Chris’ would twist her words to get their way. Cassie interjected
“Give him like one more shot and then if he doesn’t click, just end it. Trust me Karenna, plenty of guys are good at sex. You’ll find another.”
“But what about his feelings?”
“Yours are important too!”
Karenna smiled. “You’re right Cassie. You know, thanks for calling. I feel better.”
“I’m usually at Gerald’s bar over on Franklin avenue. Does this mean I will I see you there sometime?
“Maybe. I guess I owe you one now Cassie.”
Karenna thanked her as the two hung up. There was something about that girl that drew her in. But Karenna just couldn’t figure out what it was.
A/N: What are your thoughts on Karenna and Chloe's relationship? Do you agree with Cassie's advice or should Karenna try and stick it out. Is Chloe really manipulative and controlling or is Karenna just not really into the relationship as much as she should be? Would love to know your thoughts as well as your feelings about Karenna's discovery about wetting in public.
Edited December 9, 2021 by knockonthedoor
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A/N: This is a much different 5.1 than I originally had in mind. But I liked how it came out. It's the most story heavy sub-chapter in chapter 5, and the only one that is outside of the girls trip with Mary-Ann, Karenna, and a mystery girl who is revealed in this section! I felt like this one was a little bittersweet at the end, and I think some valid points were made about Karenna's character. I also feel like this could be a very controversial segment, so let me know. As always, feedback is not only encouraged, but appreciated.
Chapter 5.1: Karenna the Selfish Woman
Whatever had changed in Chloe’s life, it made Jason’s a lot easier. As he made coffee and café food at breakneck speeds, he could hear Chloe behind him, giving a bright and friendly greeting. They were packed, a huge line, both in the drive through and in front of the counter. But now, with a happy and motivated Chloe, work had become that much easier. Some of her energy rubbed off on him, and as he passed the ham, egg and cheese sandwich to the woman behind the wheel, he knew that was his best one of the day. He could only imagine what good feelings Chloe had.
Chloe had to pee. Really badly. Not that it wasn’t planned, but when a rush of customers happens at an irregular time, it can throw off an entire schedule. She greeted another customer, took their order, and stared longingly at the trash can behind them. Her ticket to relief was to take the garbage out. To get into her secret spot. It might be a cold late-winter day but the thought excited her. She could feel it, her full bladder. She bounced in place, excitedly jittering behind the counter. Her smile, even through her pain, was clearly infectious. One by one, each customer put on an equally happy face when they saw the Asian woman, assuming she was just as happy as she wanted them to think she was. Chloe knew that they didn’t know how bad it was. The crossed legs and the pressed thighs. It was all just part of her excitement.
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“The Blue Chip” restaurant had to be the best local eatery in town. Salads, meats, no matter what one’s palette favored, it would get satisfied here. It was the perfect place to go for Karenna, especially when she was feeling as low as she was. There was no better way to spend a half-day Friday than eating here with her little circle of friends. The open restaurant had just a few people dotted around it, for most, it was the middle of the workday still. A hand went up from the corner of the restaurant, and motioned for Karenna to join it. It was her friend Nia, finally back in town after her season had ended.
“Oh my gosh, girl how are you?” Nia greeted her happily
Karenna hugged her. “Sorry about the season! I thought you guys had it.”
“You win some you lose some. 47 got away with a foul, but. It happens. Hey, I’m here now with you at least.”
“Yay! I wish we got to see more of each other if I’m being honest. A phone call or text just isn’t the same.”
“I know, it’s just hard during the season. I’m taking some time to myself up state next weekend though, this year was brutal!”
“So we’re both out next weekend then. What’s Samantha going to do?”
The waitress came over with a water for each. Karenna ordered her favorite soda to go along with it.
“I’m sure she’ll be late going somewhere.” Nia checked her watch. “Kinda like she is now. What’s the occasion Kar? You never take a vacation?”
“Mary-Ann and I are taking a girls trip. I’ve been really looking forward to it! You should meet her sometime, she’s just like you.”
“If you say she’s good company, she must be. Maybe someday. Going somewhere fun again?”
“Actually we really haven’t picked a good spot yet.”
Nia’s eyes lit up. She pointed at Karenna “You know what? You two come up to the mountains with me!”
At first Karenna was overly excited. Her two most favorite people in the world, and a week to spend with them. And a ton of extra clothes to play with Mary-Ann! Wait…She couldn’t do anything with Mary-Ann if they stayed at Nia’s. On the other hand, Nia would be offended if she didn’t and worse yet, she’d miss out on an opportunity for Karenna’s two most favorite people in the world to finally meet. Maybe Nia would let you though. Maybe she’d even like it. Karenna tried to scold herself for thinking about forcing it on someone else. But maybe she could find a way. She smiled at the idea
“Let’s do it!”
Nia gave her a high five and Karenna started to think of different ways she could bring up the ‘fun’ of hang out with Mary-Ann to Nia. It was going to be challenging, but she’d find a way. Or even better, what if she and Mary-Ann both did? The waitress came back and Karenna started to gulp down her favorite soda. She was already feeling better.
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As Chloe thanked the last customer in line, her bladder almost wanted to give out. Under the counter, she grabbed herself. Pulling her jeans up, she squirmed as she nearly gave herself a camel-toe. She looked around the coffee shop, customers were packed into nearly every corner and table, having conversations among themselves, using their computers, and playing on their phones. None of them would notice if she desperately took the trash outside, would they? She asked Jason
“Hey, I’m taking out the trash.”
“Does it really need to be taken out?”
“Um…yes. Yes it does.”
Jason looked over to the receptacles. They were certainly close to full, but not enough to take them out at the end of a rush.
“I need you here Chloe, can you get on this order?” He pointed to a ticket.
“But I-fine.” Chloe grumbled as she waddled over to the food station. She hoped he didn’t see how hard her thighs were pressed together.
Chloe made each item as fast as she could. There were three sandwiches, and thanks to the streamlined menu, each were rather easy. A pop in the microwave and they’d be hot and ready to go in moments. But Chloe had never felt as if the microwave ever took as long as it did. It must have known how badly she had to pee. She jumped up and down in front of it, her ponytail bobbing as she did.
“How much coffee did you have Ms. Hyper?” Jason gave her a pet name
“I’m just really looking forward to seeing my girlfriend tomorrow.” Chloe wouldn’t tell him that she was practicing for it, or how bad she needed to go at the moment
“What are you two up to now?”
“Just shopping.” Chloe told part of the truth “But she’s really sweet and cute. I really like spending time with her.”
“I’ll say. I’ve never seen you so worked up.”
Chloe smiled. Being with Karenna made her smile. She passed off her work to Jason who gave it to the customers in the drive thru. She demanded again.
“Alright. Trash time.”
“Fine by me. But I don’t get why you’re so excited about it.”
“Thing are different when you’re in love!” Chloe knew the line was a little cheesy. But it was the whole truth.
The trash wasn’t that heavy, but it was cumbersome. At least she was outside, where it was hard for anyone to see her awkward movements. As Chloe swung it behind her, it hit her in the back with more force than she was expecting. It sent a rush of urine forward. Clenching and bending her knees, she held it. Realizing that she acting like the girl in her fantasies, she grabbed at the crotch of her jeans again. She let herself slip into her favorite fantasy. Closing her eyes, she made herself the new girl. Chloe put on a desperate expression as she opened her eyes, pretending that she was too shy to ask for a bathroom. She donned a new persona as she entered the three walled dumpster area.
Tossing the bag of trash into the dumpster, she took her usual position next to it. Unless someone came into the area and looked over the dumpster, she was hidden. Chloe played out her usual scenario. She looked around while she marched her feet, pretending to make a desperate decision, and not one that was planned from this morning. Undoing the buttons on her jeans and moving the smock out of the way, she squatted.
But unlike usual, she kept her panties over herself. They were white, with black stripes running through them. The first wave of pee hit them, turning them slightly colorless. But Chloe stopped. She hated this feeling. The warmth around her crotch was slightly enjoyable, but the reality of what she was doing hit her. Was she really about to pee herself? She thought of Karenna. What a surprise it would be for her when she saw Chloe doing it too. It was going to be brave of her to do it at the mall, in front of all those people, and she’d be as vulnerable as she had been at the gym. For Chloe to be able to do it with her. To show her that she found it hot too, it would make Karenna understand how much she meant to Chloe. Taking a quick breath, Chloe gave herself permission to wet. Looking down, she saw that she had been leaking the entire time she had been thinking.
She relaxed again. It didn’t take long for her striped panties to overflow and turn completely transparent, her slightly yellow pee sprayed through them. Like it would have done without the fabric barrier, her stream splattered on the asphalt. Two small flows escaped and made smaller drips into the puddle she was creating underneath her. Her butt dripped with pee. It had pooled in her panties and soused them in hot piss. As Chole tried to imagine herself in her favorite fantasy, she just couldn’t. It wasn’t the same to her as it would have been if she was just peeing. Looking down, she had peed enough in them. She pulled them away.
Her stream got stronger as her puddle grew again. The asphalt was now a dark, almost black color as it failed to absorb her pee. Now Chloe was horny. This was the best of both worlds. Having been so desperate that the ‘new girl’ started to wet herself and was now peeing a hard stream onto the ground was even better. She loved it. As her stream ended, she loved Karenna even more. In a way, she showed Chloe this. Maybe one day, the two could act out Chloe’s fantasy, and the desperate girl could have an equally desperate ‘customer’ to show her spot too. Maybe Karenna would even wet herself instead. That would top the experience.
As Chloe stood, she felt the cooling fabric touch her privates. It was not for her. Sighing, she decided to take them off. She kicked off her shoes, at least work let her wear sneakers, and dropped her jeans on the ground. She slid off her panties. An idea hit her. She grabbed her phone from her jean pocket and dropped her used panties into her puddle. She took a picture and sent it to Karenna, along with a caption
Didn’t make it at work today ☹. Hope it doesn’t happen tomorrow!
Chloe hoped it wasn’t too on the nose. She wanted her wetting to be a surprise for Karenna. But she could still tease her girlfriend. Tossing her panties into the dumpster, she pulled her jeans back up and put her sneakers back on. Work was much more fun when you had someone who loved you.
Karenna’s phone buzzed. She looked down to see that she had a text from Chloe, both Nia and Samantha noticed as well. Samantha was the first to speak up
“Can’t you leave your phone off for like, an hour?”
“Ehh, it’s just Chloe”
“Uh-oh.” Nia chimed in “’Just’ Chloe? Things not going well?”
“I feel stuck. It doesn’t feel like we’re going anywhere, or that I can relate to her.”
“Have you told her what you want?” Nia took a direct line of questioning
“No. Not really, unless you mean like…that stuff.”
“Ohh! Details!” Of course Samantha jumped in at that point
“Sam. I love you. But I don’t think now’s the time.” Nia directed the conversation “How can you expect her to be what you want her to be for you if you don’t tell her?”
If it was anyone else, Karenna probably would have held her feelings close to her chest. But Nia had known her for so long. She trusted her. And Sam would probably forget it in an hour
“I think I don’t know what I want. There’s just so much in my life right now that I can’t slow down long enough for someone to catch up. Nia, I made six figures last year. I know that’s not the end goal in life, but it took a ton of hours and...I don’t know.” Karenna knew she sounded shallow, vapid. There was more. But in the pause, Samantha interjected
“Yeah, that’s great Kar, but like, six figures isn’t that much.”
Karenna was annoyed. Nia gave her an angry expression as Karenna gave Samantha some leeway for an apology “I’m assuming you made more?”
“No to brag, but I made 40 grand, with tips last year.”
Oh right. You're stupid. Apology accepted. Karenna smiled “Good job Sam. You went to private school right?”
Nia had her mouth covered by her hands. She had nearly spat her drink out at the statement. She was trying not to laugh but Samantha’s blunt stupidity and confidence in her athematic was better than any comedy routine she had seen. Karenna’s comment made Nia throw her head back in laughter
“What? I’m serious!”
“Oh we believe you.” Karenna was trying not to laugh as hard as Nia.
Samantha started laughing too, she wasn’t sure at what joke, but she didn’t want to miss out. Nia began to calm down, still shaking her head. There was a lull in the conversation for a second
“Sam, six figures is one hundred and up.”
“No! It’s” She started counting on her fingers “Wait. Damn it!”
The whole group lost it, and in their laughter, Karenna forgot about her troubles. To be around people, maybe even someone who wanted the best for her and to laugh with her at times like these, maybe that’s what she wanted. She shared this revelation with the group.
“Why can’t Chloe be that?” Nia asked the obvious question
“Its just- I just. It’s demoralizing when I go over there after a long day, and she’s just sitting there on her computer. It’s like she just expects me to be there. There’s no joy, she’s not asking me how my day was. Nothing.”
“How hard is that to ask for?”
“I don’t know. I think I’m just kind of done with it.”
“Is she done with it?”
“I don’t think so, no. That’s what makes it so hard. But Cassie said something to me the other day- my feelings matter too. I think she’s right.”
“Who’s Cassie?”
“New girl at work.”
“Do you like her?” Samantha asked a benign question. Karenna answered defensively
“What do you mean like?”
“You know, is she a good person?”
“She’s…a hard person to understand, but I think she’s ok. She actually asked to hang out with us sometime if that’s ok with you guys.”
Nia and Samantha nodded, neither one had any objection. The waitress came back with their food, and the conversation changed to a more light hearted one. Drinks and decent food was had and the trio finished a pleasant, leisurely lunch. The wait on the check created a silence between them until Samantha spoke up as she stood
“I had a lot to drink, so-“
Nia stood as well “Yeah, I’ve got to pee too. You coming Kar?”
“No, I’ll pick up the check and get out of here. I’ve got a lot to think about.”
Samantha walked towards the bathroom. Nia waited to have a candid talk with her friend
“I’m going to be honest with you Kar, I don’t think you’ve been very fair to Chloe. I’d say give her another shot. Unless there’s someone else.”
“No. No one, yet.” Karenna wished there was. In a moment of truth, she admitted to herself that she wanted Mary-Ann.
Nia exhaled. She gave Karenna a friendly hug. “Do what’s best for you of course, and let me know. We’ll have a whole week for it. And Drew won’t be there, so we’ve got time for girl talk.”
Karenna nodded and hugged her best friend back. She didn’t know what she was going to do. Maybe a compromise between a break up and another shot. At least she’d have a chance tomorrow to talk about it with Chloe. Nia broke the embrace
“I’m going to catch up with Sam though. I gotta pee.”
Nia parted with her best friend. She felt bad for Karenna, but almost as bad for a girl she had never met. She maneuvered through the tables an made it to the bathroom door, Samantha was waiting outside.
“Don’t they have two stalls now?”
“Yeah but two people were in front of me. See, I do know math!” She was hopping up and down, her knees bobbing
“And dance moves.”
“Oh, shut up! I have to peeee!” Samantha put her hand in her crotch briefly
Nia rolled her eyes. Sam was a good friend, but if anyone fit the ditzy blonde stereotype, it was her.
“What do you make of Karenna’s situation?”
“I don’t think I know enough about their whole relationship to really say. Or maybe its because I have pee brain.”
“Oh come on. You’re not that dumb.”
“Hey! I meant cuz I have to pee! Not like. Small!”
“I’m sorry Sam, you meant double ee’s. Guess I’m the dumb one, I can’t spell!”
The door swung open, and two casually dressed women exited. Samantha briskly walked past them, with little time for Nia to get to the door. She followed the blonde into the bathroom. It was a good size for the smaller, local restaurant. She hung her purse on the stall door as she entered. Samantha chose the far one and almost immediately, Nia could hear the shuffling of jeans and undergarments as they were shimmied off of her friend. Nia did the same, dropping her grey jeans to the floor. She didn’t have panties to worry about, or the urge to pee anymore.
Nia relaxed, and a gentle flow of piss followed, it wet her ample pubic hair as it fell. Quickly drowned out by a rush of sound coming from Samantha’s stall. The noise of desperately held pee splashing the inside of a toilet bowl. Nia checked her own stream, it flowed calmly out of her mound, but as she snuck a look at Samantha’s stall, she could see that her feet were pointing towards the toilet.
“Sam. What are you doing?”
“I’m peeing, duh. Isn’t that what you’re doing?”
“Yeah but, are you standing? Why are you backwards?”
“No I’m not standing! Why are you backwards?”
“Because that’s how you sit on a toilet?”
“But then why’s this shelf here? You can keep your purse and coat here.”
“Yeah. You’re right. Let’s leave it at that.”
Samantha sighed and the two friends listened to each other pee. Nia finished first, and she dried her hair as well as herself, while Samantha’s heavy stream began to die down. Nia was looking forward to Karenna joining her in the mountains. But she hoped that her friend would deliver good news, and stay with her girlfriend.
Chloe’s leg vibrated and bounced under the table. She was waiting for Karenna outside a little coffee shop inside the mall. Butterflies and anticipation wracked her body. She knew what they were about to do, how she was going to surprise Karenna, that the two would grow that much closer. It was her way of thanking Karenna. Chloe was also bouncing because she had been holding her pee for an hour while she returned the items and did the errands she wanted to run today. She saw the main doors open. The petite black woman entered into the mall, her girlfriend, and hers alone. She looked as stunning as ever in her white sweater and light jeans. They were perfect for what was about to be done to them. Karenna began to walk towards her once she saw Chloe. Her anticipation mounted.
“Hey! It’s my K!” She gave Karenna a hug. “I’m so happy to see you!”
Karenna smiled but said nothing. The two sat back down. Chloe attempted to banter, maybe Karenna was just nervous
“You know, for such a big mall, I haven’t been able to find a bathroom around here. You must be so desperate after that drive up here.”
“A-actually Chloe.” Karenna sighed. She paused. Chloe was hoping for some banter back. She smiled. Karenna continued “I-I’ve been doing a lot of thinking.”
Chloe’s smile evaporated. She can’t be. No. No!
Karenna sighed again “I. I think we should take a little break. Just a mon-“
“Are-You’re breaking up w-with me?” Chloe was shocked, stunned
“No, just, taking a break is all.”
“But that’s what that means. You’re.” Chloe’s lower lip quivered. She told herself to stay strong. Her voice was hardly a whisper “Why?”
“Because I haven’t been fair to you. I just don’t know what I want in a relationship and I feel like I’ve set an impossible standard for you.”
“No you haven’t. Karenna, I love being with you. Don’t do this to me.”
“Chloe. I’m just not happy, I can’t keep doing this to myself. I feel guilty when I’m with you. It’s, its just not…its not the right time.”
Chloe was trembling. Today went from being the centerpiece of her week to one of the worst days of her life. She had no idea what she did wrong.
“There’s someone else, isn’t there?”
Karenna swallowed hard. There was. Her boss who didn’t love her back. She felt terrible, Chloe was having a hard time with the conversation. Karenna lied for the sake of feelings
“No! I’m just, not comfortable. I-I-“
“You’re not comfortable? Do you know? Do you understand what it’s like to accommodate a girlfriend who says that her biggest fantasy is to piss herself? And I did it- I did it for you Karenna, because I care about you!” Chloe didn’t know whether to get angry or cry
“I. I’m so sorry Chloe.” Karenna saw her face “Please don’t cry. I couldn’t-“
Chloe fought her tears, pulling them back. “It’s always about you, isn’t it K? How to make you feel the best at every possible moment, but what about my feelings? Don’t they matter at all to you?”
Karenna stayed silent. The hurt in Chloe’s voice was piercing. Chloe spoke in a low tone.
“Can you just go? I-I don’t want to say something I’ll regret.”
Karenna eyes were cold. She had shut off her emotions. She had to do it as a child, it was an effective defense. She stood, and left Chloe to stew in her emotions.
Chloe sat. She sat for a while. Sadness. Hurt. Anger. After all I’ve done for you. All I would have done. All I wanted to do. I could have loved you. I hate you. You inconsiderate, stuck-up bitch. I’ll bet she doesn’t like my job. We can’t all be as high and mighty as she is. Chloe was hurt, but she was angry more than anything else. Maybe Karenna was smarter than her, maybe she did have a better job, or another lover. But Chloe could still teach her a lesson. Karenna would never play with anyone’s emotions ever again.
As she exited the mall, Karenna couldn’t help but feel the sting of Chloe’s words. It wasn’t that they were overly harsh or rude. But a little voice in the back of her head told her that Chloe might be right. Karenna needed to talk. Someone, anyone. She called Mary-Ann as she stepped into her car. No answer. She scrolled through her phone. Nia was in the mountains, prepping for the girls. She knew she wouldn’t answer. Her finger stopped on one name Cassie. Karenna hit the little call button. It rang, twice, before Cassie picked up
“Hello?”
“Hey, um, Cassie? Can-can we talk?”
“I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?”
“No. But you remember I asked you about a relationship I was having issues with?”
“Oh, yeah! Did you give him another shot?”
“I tried to give them a break. Just take a month or two off. But they took it as a break up.”
“Aw, Karenna. I’m so sorry! Did he get angry?”
“A little.”
“I’ve had to deal with these types before. Do you feel safe? He didn’t say he was coming to get you, did he?”
“No. Nothing like that. I’m safe.”
“Good. I’ve got plenty of pepper spray though. You ever feel like you’re unsafe or that this guy is coming after you, you call me, ok?”
Karenna smiled. She felt a little better. “Thanks Cassie.”
“And I know how highly Mary-Ann thinks of you. You’ve got a fun trip ahead of you, don’t let this ruin it.”
“You know what Cassie? I’m sorry we got off on the wrong foot. You really can care when you’re allowed to. And I’m sorry Sarah never got to see the beautiful person underneath the person she tried to make you into.”
There was a silence between the two. Cassie spoke, weaker than she had been. “That might have been the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me. But, I’m not beautiful Karenna, you know that.”
“Cassie. Trust me.”
The colleagues thanked one another and hung up. Karenna was supposed to feel sad. She had just gone through a break up. But here she was, hope was shinning through her dark emotions. Cassie was a really nice girl if you let her be. And she said you had a cute butt. NO! STOP! Karenna tried to push those thoughts away. She had a girls trip to look forward to, a whole week with Mary-Ann. She couldn’t help but smile. It was going to be ok.
A/N: Did the humor with Samantha work for you in this section, and what did you think of the return of both Samantha and Nia? Did you remember them as characters? It's been a little while! Also, is Chloe justified in feeling vindictive towards Karenna? Is she right about Karenna being self-centered? Lastly, I apologize for the lack of omo/pee in this one. Kind of squished most of chapter 5's arc into one section. The rest of the chapter will be basically nothing but omo/pee scenes!
Edited December 11, 2021 by knockonthedoor
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A/N: I know that normally, I'd have a longer authors note to start, but honestly, this might be my best work. Read it, you'll love it as much as I do. As always though, questions at the bottom, and feedback is not only encouraged but appreciated
Chapter 5.2: State Lines and Stained Pants
The sun had just started to peek over the clouds in the early hours of the morning. The orange ball of light shone brighter than the grey clouds around it. It was going to be a wonderful spring day. Mary-Ann could admire it through her window, but what made today really special wasn’t just the weather. It was the start of her week long girls trip with Karenna. A chance to get away from the hustle and bustle of the winter months and step into a fun, relaxing week with her best friend. What was even better news was that, according to Karenna, her friend Nia was ok with them engaging in their little pastime. Maybe it was odd that Mary-Ann hadn’t yet shared the same act with her boyfriend, but in her mind, it was a display of the care and trust that both she and Karenna had for each other. To share it with her boyfriend so soon in their relationship would cheapen it. It had to be special. Maybe one day, she could show him.
As she moved off of her bed, she ventured towards her bathroom. She wanted to pee normally. It would most likely be her last time doing so properly for a week, and that was just fine. The bathroom was empty, as most of her things had been packed in one of her many suitcases. It felt like it was just her and the toilet as she removed the panties she had slept in.
Her stream started slow, then stopped. It was morning after all. It started again, this time for a little while longer as her toilet water began to accept it. Her pee caused the water to loudly splash, filling the entire bathroom with the sounds of Mary-Ann peeing. A stray trail of pee broke free from her main flow and made its way across her butt cheek. It tickled as it dropped off her skin. Her pee was yellow and the water began to turn the same color as the rest of Mary-Ann’s urine ran out of her and into the bowl. Soon it only dripped as she finished. A quick wipe and a flush signaled the finality of her time over the toilet, it was quick and unceremonious. As she turned on the shower, Mary-Ann knew she wasn’t going to make it back to a toilet for an entire week. A smile crossed her face. Maybe she could do this every year.
Karenna wanted it. She wanted to piss in her bed. Right now. But she didn’t have time for laundry. Mary-Ann would be here in an hour and a half, and her sheets would still be soaked. So would her pajama bottoms. They were a nice, cozy, fleece, and had never been wet before. Karenna was sure if they could talk, that they would be jealous of nearly every other article of clothing she had. Did they see her pee in her grey jeans yesterday evening, from their perch on her bed board? Were they envious that those same jeans were thrown in the wash last night? That they were packed in her suitcase? That they would be used like that again? Maybe they wanted the same treatment. Karenna wanted it too. But she couldn’t spare the time to wash these sheets again.
Her bottoms felt a little damp. Was Karenna that excited about it? She touched her crotch. It was pee. She had been quietly leaking pee out the whole time she had been thinking. As she grabbed at the slightly damp fabric, her brain instinctively shut off the light trickle off pee. That was her chance to really have a bedwetting accident. Karenna was disappointed. In retribution, she forced out a small spirt of pee. Unlike her little leak, it shot into her pajama bottoms and created a small, hand-sized stain on her crotch. Surprisingly, her pajamas held it. Though they were wet, they might be able to hold another. Karenna held still as her pajamas warmed again. Then she heard a slight trickle, evidence of her pajama fabric being breeched by her urine. She felt herself, it was starting to wet her sheets. She didn’t have the time to wash them. She needed to get up.
Without stopping the strengthening stream of piss that was steadily wetting her bottoms, Karenna kicked the covers off. Her feet touched the hardwood floor and her stream became its usual torrent and began to hiss. Without attempting to control herself, Karenna walked towards the bathroom, her feet leaving small prints on the hardwood as pee started to run down her legs. It darkened the inseam of the checkered pattering. The fleece fabric no long holding her fast moving piss. As her warmed legs moved her into the bathroom, her pee soaked into her cuffs. They began to slap each other as the pee caused them to become heavier and heavier.
Karenna jumped in the shower and let the rest out. There wasn’t much left, but it did feel just as good. She was warm, her pajamas were saturated and the little puddle she was standing in was a nice yellow color against her caramel skin. The only problem was that it smelled. Being her first pee of the day, it usually did that, and she wasn’t about to wash just one article of clothing. But she could use her shower head.
The water from the shower spout was equally as warm. Karenna took her shirt off, exposing her breasts as she moved under the rushing water. Within moments, the evidence of her accident was cleared, and the little puddle she had made was washed down the drain. There was no way that her pajamas could stand the rush of warm shower water. Especially not after the fabric had tried to absorb the dousing that Karenna’s pussy had given them. They became even heavier. Though Karenna couldn’t feel it, she was leaking again, her barrier against soiling her pants had been severely mauled. Yet she smiled, there couldn’t have been a better start to this girls trip.
Mary-Ann sipped more of her tea down. It was gentle, smooth, nice. But it didn’t replace her coffee. The jolt and shock of a cup or two in the morning just couldn’t be replicated by the savory tea. But it did taste good. After downing the warm tea, she’d follow it up with a sip of water, the cool liquid would follow the warm down her throat and vice versa. Aside from the pleasurable sensation of each drink, Mary-Ann knew that she’d have to pee again soon, and this time, she was sure that she wouldn’t make it to a toilet. A fun car ride awaited her.
Unlike her trip with Cassie a few months back, Karenna was much more chipper in the morning. The sun had broken through the early morning darkness and Mary-Ann could see her best friend waiting for her, a thermos in one hand, a backpack on her shoulders and a large suitcase in her other hand. Mary-Ann found a parking spot and made her way over to Karenna, a tightness in her bladder. She was filling up. The apartment complex was still quiet on the Sunday morning, and the two friends hugged in the middle of the parking lot.
“That’s all you’re taking Kar?”
“I’ve still got another one of these” She motioned back to her yellow suit case “Could I get a hand?”
Mary-Ann helped the petite woman lift the heavy suit case into the trunk. The last one that would fit on top of all of Mary-Ann’s things. They tossed Karenna’s backpack onto the backseat, and the hood from Karenna’s grey sweatshirt smacked Mary-Ann in the chin.
“Oof!”
“Sorry boss! It’s new, not much experience with it.”
Mary-Ann shook her head and laughed at the weak joke. As she walked back to Karenna’s apartment with her, in order to help her with the last suitcase, she put her arm around her best friend.
“Do you know excited I am about this trip Kar?”
Karenna put her arm around Mary-Ann’s waist. With their height difference, it was the best she could do.
“A whole week with my two best friends. I’ve been looking forward to this for months now. I like your jeans, are they new?” Karenna liked how much they accented Mary-Ann’s butt
“No, but I don’t wear them a lot. I like the color.” Mary-Ann wondered if Karenna would pick up on her little tease. “Are those the same red sweats from our first trip together?”
“You know it! They’re my favorite pair. Nice and comfy, plus they’re red!” Karenna opened the door to her apartment. A little flutter in her heart as Mary-Ann stepped into it for the first time.
“Looks good on you!”
Karenna nearly melted. She knew Mary-Ann was just being nice, but the complement was more than well received. Karenna grabbed her large purple suitcase from the center of the room, Mary-Ann was observing the space, though it wasn’t all that much.
“Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be!”
“Don’t need anything else? No snacks, phone charger…Bathroom break?”
“Let’s see…thermos… I’m good on snacks…” Suddenly, the crotch of Karenna’s red sweats darkened. A patch of wetness was growing “Got my charger. I kind of have to pee but…” The patch stopped growing. It was about the size of a baseball. “Now I don’t feel like I have to.”
“Strange.” Mary-Ann decided to respond in kind. She let go just a little. “I was going to ask if I could use your bathroom.”
She was holding more than Karenna, and it was harder to stop. Her light, tight jeans darkened at the crotch as well, but a wider stain moved down one of her legs. To stop, she held herself and doubled over, somehow accomplishing the feat.
“But now I don’t feel like I have to either.” That was an outright lie.
Mary-Ann’s desperation had increased tenfold. Her body begged her to release the rest. She wasn’t worried, if it happened, it happened. But she was not about to leave a puddle on Karenna’s floor and then leave.
Karenna whished she had more, but after her first pee in the morning and lack of coffee in her system, the small little jet was all she could muster. Her wet panties and crotch would have to do for now. Mary-Ann led the way out of the apartment, her light jeans were darkened down one of her legs, almost to her kneecap. It must have been more obvious than she had intended. That was fine by Karenna. Part of her wished that Mary-Ann had let it all out. But maybe she was like Karenna, and didn’t have a lot.
As the pair crossed the threshold of the doorway, Mary-Ann stopped cold in front of Karenna, causing the smaller woman to bump into her boss. One of Karenna’s neighbors had stepped out of her apartment. Mary-Ann was mortified, she wondered if she was obvious. Karenna saw it as an opportunity to show off her wet spot. She stepped in front of Mary-Ann, shielding her boss from her neighbor.
“Hey Mrs. Johnson. Out for a run today?”
“Oh, hi Karenna. I’m just going for a walk. Who’s this?” She pointed to Mary-Ann.
“She’s my boss.” Karenna put her arm around Mary-Ann’s waist. “And one of my best friends. We’re going on a girls trip this week.”
Mrs. Johnson’s eyes kept darting to Karenna’s darkened patch on her pants. In her head, Karenna dared her to say something. But her middle aged neighbor kept quiet.
“You two have fun. Looks like a great week for it.”
With that, Mrs. Johnson, Karenna and Mary-Ann walked towards the parking lot. Mary-Ann sped up to walk alongside Karenna.
“What was that? You know she saw you, right?”
“Yup. No one says a thing. Except maybe Sarah. You can pee your pants in public, trust me. Either they don’t care or just think you’ve had a bad day.”
Karenna hoisted her suitcase into the backseat. She climbed into the passenger seat next to Mary-Ann. Both of their seats had towels, and Karenna didn’t question it. Before starting the SUV, Mary-Ann continued the conversation
“So you’ve done it then?”
Karenna nodded “You remember that blue outfit I had on a while back?”
Mary-Ann started the SUV as she nodded
“Lets just say that Karenna the mortgage officer had a little accident on the sidewalk. Heels, everything was soaked. Right there as I walked. No one said a thing.”
“No one?”
“Well this old couple noticed just before I got into my car. I just told them that I had no time between meetings. They scolded our generation for not being slow and careful with our time.”
“Considering I actually had an accident going from meeting to meeting on a busy day, I think that’s a bit too traumatic for me.”
“Yeah but where would we be if you had made it that day?”
“We’d be friends either way Kar. At least I think.”
“Yeah but. I would have pissed myself in front of Sarah, and I wouldn’t have had you for comfort.” She turned to Mary-Ann “And I wouldn’t have discovered myself.” Karenna meant more than just the wetting.
Mary-Ann turned her head and smiled at her best friend. What they shared, their bond, it was special. The two were silent for a little while, at least until Mary-Ann got on the highway. It was a different direction than she had taken with Cassie, and the way to her first rental property. This path cut through several mountains and hills. It was just as rural, but much more spectacular. The first section was elevated on part of a hilltop, while the side closest to Karenna was a rockface that had been blasted through to construct the highway. Karenna broke the silence by brining the conversation to a business topic.
“Did you really beat out Sarah for that apartment complex?”
“You bet I did!”
“How? It’s right near the university, good occupancy. It must have been worth a fortune! She’s got way more firepower than we do. No offence of course.”
“None taken. I’ll be honest, I’m cutting it really close right now. I leveraged the company. And my personal assets. I’m upwards of 95% leveraged.”
“It’d better work then!”
“Don’t you trust me?”
“With my life.”
Mary-Ann smiled at the confidence Karenna put in her.
“You might have liked the tour I gave the other day”
Karenna looked over at Mary-Ann, intrigued. She let her boss continue
“I was showing these two college girls an apartment, and one of them had to pee. It was so obvious!”
“Was she cute?”
“Kar! I mean, yes. But she wasn’t even being trying to hide it. She had on these khaki shorts and was doing this whole dance routine while I showed the apartment. I almost couldn’t accept the signature she gave me, it was so scribbled. She was not quite as discreet as I was.
“You had to go too?”
“The whole time. While they were signing the lease, I was totally grabbing myself behind the counter. Ended up taking the longest pee in the bathroom down the hall.”
“You think that other girl was doing it on purpose? Maybe she wet herself?”
“I doubt it. I think she just didn’t want to go in front of me.”
“One can dream though!”
“Well, I don’t think you’ll have to dream about girls peeing for too long. I’ve got to go. Bad.”
Mary-Ann had to hold herself anyway, but it punctuated her sentence to do so. Her wet panties and now cold leg had wanted to be rewarmed for twenty minutes now, ever since she had let some go at Karenna’s. She had a bladder full of tea and water, and the rest of her bladder’s contents wanted to join its brethren that Mary-Ann had set free. She could just go now. No way. You’re the first one to really go. You’ll set the tone for the whole thing, why make it lame? Make it special. Like a little event for Kar. Let the two of you talk it out.
As Mary-Ann shifted in her seat, she spoke to Karenna, wondering if her friend had any special thoughts on Mary-Ann’s first act.
“I’m not kidding Kar, I think I’m on the verge on an accident here. You see anywhere I could pull off?”
“Hmm…”
Karenna was going to suggest that Mary-Ann just pull over, knowing that her boss most likely wanted to make an event out of wetting for the two of them, but she saw a blank blue sign, a reminder that there was once a rest stop on this highway.
“There’s a rest stop just a few miles from here. Can you hold it?”
“I don’t know. We’ll see I guess!”
Perfect. Mary-Ann knew that rest stop was abandoned, it was a good call by Karenna. Now she just had to make it there. Or not. She could simply try. And if she couldn’t, or got to the point where it hurt too much, it didn’t really matter. But to stage a little vignette about a road trip gone wrong with her friend was all the motivation Mary-Ann needed.
It did hurt. Even just a little. If it was just her, she’d have already gone by now. But she held the tightness in her abdomen and tried to calm her swollen bladder for just a few more moments. There wasn’t much she could do to hold it while driving a car. Just fidget and breathe. She actually leaned forward a little. Karenna noticed
“That bad?”
“I just hope I can make it up to that rest stop. I think I can do it, but I don’t want to have an accident.”
She smiled coyly at Karenna. Karenna smiled back
“Looks like your having a hard time boss. It’d be real embarrassing if you pissed yourself not even an hour into our trip.”
Mary-Ann changed lanes. Then changed again. Shortly, the cracked and worn out entrance to the abandoned rest area came into view. It was an easy drive.
“Look Kar, I think I made it!”
“I’m glad you did boss.” Karenna knew what was going to happen
As Mary-Ann drove up the cracked entryway, she slowed down from highway speed. A dilapidated brick building appeared in front of them. There were obviously no other cars in the parking lot. Mary-Ann just stopped in the middle of the entryway.
“I better be quick, I think its starting!” Mary-Ann said in a knowing way. They both knew that it was destined to.
As Mary-Ann stepped out of the car, her bladder asked if she wanted to start now. Mary-Ann gave no objections, and start to wet her panties. It felt nice and warm as she walked in front of the SUV.
Karenna watched as her boss walked in front of the car, a dark spot widening on her jeans. It covered her light stain from before. As it started down her legs, Mary-Ann stopped. She was in perfect view for Karenna, who watched intently from the passenger seat. She loved those jeans on Mary-Ann. Her butt was so perfect. Karenna wanted it. She wanted it even more as a dark line appeared under it. Evidence that Mary-Ann was fully peeing her pants. Her boss turned around, her legs in a wide stance. Between them, the first few streams of pee made their way out of her jeans, and splattered the asphalt below. She opened her mouth in exaggerated shock, and put her hands on her cheeks. As if she wasn’t planning on this little incident. It didn’t last long. As pee stains made their way down to the cuff of Mary-Ann’s jeans, she dropped her head and slouched her shoulders forward, melting into the decadent feeling.
It was orgasmic. The little hold. The banter between her and Karenna. Mary-Ann was already enjoying herself, even as her shoes started to fill with pee. The hot flood had rapidly soaked her legs and overran the denim jeans. It was a full body experience. The warming of her socks as excess pee filled them. The sound of the splattering asphalt. And the feeling of her deflating bladder. Mary-Ann was almost in a trance. She felt warm and comfortable as she finally finished up. The tea and the water had turned her pee completely clear, but the warmth was still there.
Mary-Ann walked back to the car, her sneakers squelching the whole way there. She opened the door and stood while she started to banter with Karenna.
“The bathrooms were too far. I hope you’re not too embarrassed by your boss.” Mary-Ann pouted her lips
“Well you’re just lucky its between us. And those cameras.”
The color drained out of Mary-Ann’s face. Someone might have seen her. She was worried, and didn’t know what to say back.
Karenna saw the sudden fear she had struck in Mary-Ann. She made up for it
“I’m just kidding boss! There’s no camera.”
Mary-Ann laughed, more out of relief than anything else. She held a hand over her heart briefly
“I was so worried for a second.” She stuck her tongue out a Karenna playfully “And you’re so mean. You know, I hope one of these days, you pee your pants too, and then you’ll know what it’s like.”
Karenna stuck her tongue out too. “You never know. Might even happen on this trip!”
Mary-Ann smiled back. Her drenched jeans were starting to cool. They felt heavy. But that just meant their fun was beginning.
Music was blasting. Mary-Ann had the window down, enjoying the cool spring breeze and the blaring pop song. Karenna was enjoying the view, plenty of wooded areas and natural landscapes to make one forget about the grind of the city. Karenna also finally needed to pee. She crossed her legs and glanced over at Mary-Ann’s legs. Her jeans were still stained with evidence of her act, and Mary-Ann didn’t look like she had a care in the world. Karenna held her hand over her crotch tried to feel her own stain from earlier that morning. It was hardly noticeable. You could see it if you knew what you were looking for. A light outline around what was once a noticeable mark. Mary-Ann didn’t look away from the road as she asked a question of Karenna
“You have your own little challenge going there Kar?”
“What?”
Mary-Ann turned down the music “I saw you moving. That little grab. If you had wanted to go, you’d have gone by now.”
“Oh. No, not really. It’s just a little strange to piss in someone else’s car without, you know. Asking.”
“Well, haven’t you done it in yours?”
“Not really, no.”
“Huh.” Mary-Ann was surprised.
She was also taken aback by Karenna’s bashfulness. They both knew what this trip was about. Why would her car be any different? After all, what where the towels for? Mary-Ann decided to lead by example
“I’ve done it quite a lot actually. As much as I love this car, sometimes, it happens. Whether its seven months ago, my first date with Tyler, or right this very second, I have no problems with peeing in my car. As long as there’s a towel involved.”
“Right this second? Like right now?”
“What did you think the word meant?”
Karenna looked over the console. Sure enough, a puddle was expanding from Mary-Ann’s lap. It darkened the towel all around it and sat, soaking her thighs in her urine. The clear puddle rippled slightly as it expanded, the force that was being used to create it was strong and sturdy. Karenna uncrossed her legs.
“It’s just strange to be riding along in your boss’s car.” A low hiss started to escape from Karenna “And then pee without asking. But I guess I don’t need to ask now.”
“Why, because you’re already going?”
“Because you just gave me the ok. And because I’m pissing myself, yes.”
Both friends sat for a while, legs open, puddles forming beneath them. The hiss that came from Karenna filled the entire cabin of the car. It was obvious that she was peeing, but if she had not peered over to Mary-Ann, the fact the her boss was also going might have been lost. As Mary-Ann continued to pee, she asked
“So tell me about Nia.”
Karenna answered, pee continued to pour into her pants. “We met in middle school, we were just assigned to the same project.”
Mary-Ann nodded, her stream ending. Karenna continued
“I was the smart one. She’s not dumb or anything, but I had the better grades. I helped her with school, she made sure I didn’t get teased by the popular girls.” Karenna looked over at her boss. She was still wetting herself “And her house was a safe space whenever my brother…”
“I’m sorry Kar.” Mary-Ann put a hand on her shoulder
Karenna leaned into it, putting her head against Mary-Ann’s hand. “Until you came along, she was my best friend. She still is really. You both are.” Karenna stopped peeing
“She seems nice. I’m surprised she’s good with our little game too.”
Karenna looked out the window, her warm puddle lapping against her legs.
“You did tell her. Right?”
“Hmm? Oh, yeah. I did.”
Mary-Ann sighed “Kar. I know when you’re lying.”
“Fine. I just don’t know how to bring it up. I was hoping you could help.”
“Sure. I’ll just hop out of the car, shake her hand and say ‘Hey, I’m Mary-Ann, I’m Karenna’s boss, and I just peed my pants.”
“Seems fine to me.”
“I’m not doing that! I guess I can try and pull her aside for you. But it’s not like I know her or anything. She’s your friend.”
“I think she’s going to like you. Let’s keep a positive attitude. Besides, I have way too much fun with you to want to stop. We’ll just go outside!”
“I like it too Kar, but if she says no, it’s a no from me too. I am not messing with someone else’s stuff, even if I want to play our little game.”
Karenna was disappointed, but understood. She hoped against hope that Nia would understand or allow them to play. Maybe she’d even join them. That would be Karenna’s dream. To have her two favorite people in the world engaging in her favorite pastime. Reaching to her thermos, she finished the tiny bit of coffee that was still in there.
“I’m out boss. Do you have any extra water?”
Mary-Ann opened the center console, there were four bottles of water that had managed to fit inside. Karenna grabbed one, the motion caused her to splash and slosh around in her puddle. It was almost cold. But not uncomfortable as new parts of her red tracksuit pants were submerged in wetness. Mary-Ann turned the music back up and smiled. Both friends were now in drenched pants and had cold puddles in their seats, they loved their little game.
Mary-Ann reached between Karenna’s legs and tossed her used water bottle into the paper bag that sat between them. Karenna finished the last of hers and followed suit, discarding the used plastic. The girls had been chatting off and on about work, or listening to music together. But Mary-Ann felt two warnings. Her stomach said it was hungry, and her bladder asked if it could have some more fun.
“Hey, Kar, I’m getting rather hungry. Do you mind if we stop?”
“I haven’t really eaten anything today, I was two seconds away from asking you the same question.”
“There’s a Mr. Henry’s off this exit. I know it’s cheap, but we’re not exactly in a populated area.”
“I’m hungry. Don’t care.”
The SUV slowed as Mary-Ann took the exit. Her damp pants and towel had chilled her legs and begged for another wetting. She wanted it too. But not yet. Mary-Ann had something in mind. One of her favorite things to do. She held it for a little while longer. Past the stop light at the bottom of the exit ramp. Over the road to the open truck stop and stalls, to the Mr. Henry’s that was sat in the center. There was nothing but trees and open road around them, they were truly upstate. There was one car in front of them at the drive thru. Karenna voiced her concern
“Do you mind if we eat outside? I think my legs are going numb from sitting too long.”
“I can’t. Not with my pants like this!”
“Sure you can. Here. My sweatshirt. Plus we can sit at that bench over there.” Karenna pointed.
It was a lone wooden bench that had been beaten on by the sun and untold rains. It didn’t look very hospitable. But it was nice day. Karenna tried again
“Plus, its such a nice day. It’s not like people will even notice your pants.”
Mary-Ann looked at Karenna. It was a small favor. And Karenna had offered protection with her sweatshirt
“Alright, we’ll sit outside.”
Karenna smiled. The car in front of them pulled forward, their order complete. It was an old drive thru, with a large analog menu outside and a primitive outdoor speaker. Mary-Ann leaned to the side to get her voice closer to the device. As she propped herself up on her hip, Karenna had a perfect view of her boss’s wonderful ass, and the huge damp circle from her previous wetting. Karenna couldn’t help but stare as Mary-Ann started their order.
“Hi, can I get uh…salad. A water…”
Karenna stopped listening. The same damp patch was now darkening again. It was a telltale sign. Mary-Ann was peeing while she put their order in. Her flow instead went down one leg, rather than pooling around her butt. Because she was sitting, it did wet her backside enough, but the fact that only one leg was getting treatment intrigued Karenna. To watch Mary-Ann wet was memorizing.
“Kar? What are you having?”
“Oh! Um…uh. I’ll have the big burger.”
Mary-Ann smiled, knowing what act Karenna was staring at. She still made no mention of it as she continued to speak into the microphone.
Karenna went back to looking while the person behind the microphone read back their order. Mary-Ann was peeing forcefully enough to overflow that side of her jeans, and a clear liquid was pouring onto the towel. Finally, a pool of urine was again added to the already soaking wet towel. As they started to pull forward to the window, Mary-Ann sat in it.
It was fun. Freeing. Mary-Ann hoped that Nia would be ok with it. But unlike her experience with Karenna, there would be no alcoholic inebriation to aid Mary-Ann in her desire. Just her raw persuasion and selling skills.
She got their food from the window, the workers had no idea that both of them had pee-stained pants. To them, she was just a smiling face. Mary-Ann found a parking space not too far from the restaurant, near the truck stalls.
“Can I borrow your sweatshirt Kar? I’m a little obvious.”
Karenna gave it up without hesitation. If she was lucky, maybe it’d soak in some of Mary-Ann’s pee. Karenna didn’t bother with covering herself, she was confident that no one cared enough, or was brave enough, to say anything to her. Her stain had somewhat dried anyway, and was not particularly noticeable.
Mary-Ann stepped out with their food and Karenna’s sweatshirt. She tied it around her self and could feel the outside of her leg, now also wet from her escapade just a moment ago, soak into the fabric of the sweatshirt. She grabbed the towel, which was wet in it’s own right, and threw the small puddle of pee onto the asphalt. It splattered and wet the ground below her. She rung it out with her hands, they too, were covered in cold pee, as it dripped out of the used towel. Mary-Ann folded it. It would take but one more wetting. She took their food and shut the door behind her, Karenna was already sitting down. The table was nearly in the middle of an empty field.
As Karenna watched Mary-Ann walk over, she admired her boss’s legs. She was sure the worst of her wetting was around Mary-Ann’s butt. However, if you looked at her legs, there were still discolored streaks along the inseam of her jeans. They ran all they way down her legs. Mary-Ann was not completely covered.
While Mary-Ann ate her salad, she also focused on taking huge gulps of her large water cup. There wouldn’t be room in the cup holder for her drink and she didn’t want it to go to waste. The salad was mediocre, about as much as one could expect from a fast food place. Karenna’s burger, on the other hand, looked as though it was as big as her head. Karenna looked as though she was doing an impression of a snake each time she tried to take a bite. It still hardly made a dent in the burger. She was sipping her soda in between bites. Exhaling from the sheer will that it took to down such a monstrous burger.
“I think they gave me the whole cow!”
“Yeah, are you even going to be able to finish it?”
“Not before I run out of soda.”
The two chuckled. It wasn’t really a joke, but the absurd size of the hamburger was. They were quiet while they chewed and swallowed their meals. Mary-Ann moved the conversation back to business.
“You know, I think we’re big enough to start a summer intern program this year.”
“Where did this idea come from?”
“I really like Cassie’s progress under you, she’s off to a fast start this year. And if we could train a number of other college students, it would be great experience for them, and more deals for us. I could pay them and everything. Plus Anna’s starting to get swamped. She’s great, but one woman can only handle so much.”
“It sounds like a good idea. Seems a little late to start telling people though.”
“It’ll be a pilot program. Larger companies might only take five or six. I think we can start with one.”
“Better start advertising then.”
“There’s a student I had in mind actually. Kind of what started this whole thought process. You remember that apartment tour I mentioned?”
“The one with the desperate girl?”
Mary-Ann nodded “Her roommate. Or one of them at least, told me that another girl who lives there is one of the top business students. 4.0 or close to it. Her name is Tori Franklin. She needs to sign the lease too, so I think I’ll drop by and see if I can meet her myself.”
“That’s not Tori Franklin from the Franklin family that I closed a few months back is it?”
Mary-Ann shrugged
“I hope Keri’s doing alright. I heard they split.”
“Her and her husband?”
“Yeah. He seemed like kind of a jerk anyway. Maybe I’ll drop by, I thought Keri was really friendly, and sometimes you just need a friend, you know?”
“Time is money Kar. You doing that for all your clients?”
“Maybe she’ll refer me to someone who needs a mortgage, or a realtor. There’s money in relationships too.”
She was right. Mary-Ann had to acknowledge that “You’re right. It could turn into something. I’m proud of you Kar. You’ve really stepped into your role. I hope you know how highly I think of you.”
Karenna smiled. She was overjoyed at the complement, and couldn’t help but blush. Any praise from Mary-Ann made the day that much brighter. What made her day even better was all of the wetting. And she could add to that now. She wasn’t desperate, but would normally have gone to find a toilet at this point if she was trying to behave. With all that Mary-Ann had taught her, maybe she could teach Mary-Ann about letting it out in public. She stood.
“I have to find a restroom. Excuse me.”
Mary-Ann was a little surprised. But it was Karenna’s vacation. If she wanted to be normal for a while, she could. Mary-Ann tracked Karenna with her eyes until she moved past her. Mary-Ann went back to her salad. Still a little surprised.
Karenna moved to the edge of the field. She was close to the parking lot. She stopped, looking towards it, and relaxed. She loved peeing her pants. When there was the potential of an audience, it was even better. She looked back to her boss, hoping she was watching. Mary-Ann was munching on her salad, not watching her protégé have an accident. Karenna needed to say something. She shouted to Mary-Ann
“Uh-oh! I think I had too much soda!”
Mary-Ann looked over. Karenna’s red sweats had two distinct stains the ran from her crotch, down her legs. Another great flow was splattering from her crotch and onto the grass below
“Yeah, I can see it running down your legs. Are you sure it’s not the water from before?”
“It might be! Does that mean this’ll happen again?”
“You never know Kar. Aren’t you a little visible?”
“No one cares Mary-Ann! No one wants to talk to the girl who pees her pants. I just couldn't hold it!”
“Are you sure you’re not noticed?”
Mary-Ann motioned her hand to a trucker. His handle bar mustache, hat and cigarette gave him a grizzly appearance. He was far from them. But not far enough to ignore Karenna. She turned to him, then back to Mary-Ann. She really didn’t care
“Do I wave?”
“No!”
Karenna pouted her lips.
“You don’t want him to have some fun too?”
“And have him follow us? No, I don’t think I want that.”
Karenna sighed as the last of her pee emptied out of her pant leg and into her shoes. Her socks were wet too. Mary-Ann had finished her salad and had Karenna’s food packaged up for her.
“You done?”
“Maybe. Are you?”
“I’m all set. You see? No one says a thing. You need to try this with me.”
“I don’t know Kar. I can’t even tell my boyfriend, and now I’m going to go in public?”
“You still haven’t told him?”
Mary-Ann shook her head. As they stepped onto the pavement, Karenna’s sneakers squelched and squeaked, they were filled with piss.
“He’s missing out. You should tell him.”
“But then if I do and we break up, he might tell others. Or worse, we break up because of this. I can’t risk it.”
“Or fall deeper in love. He may end up liking it.” The pair reached the car. Dry Mary-Ann and wet Karenna got back into their seats “For all of ‘whatever that was’ with Chloe, she kind of taught me that no one cares in public.”
“I still can’t believe you ended it.” Mary-Ann started the car and pulled out of the spot
“Sometimes, neither can I. Then other days, I’m happy I did.”
“Why the uncertainty?”
“I really liked some of the stuff we did together. She was always willing to do this for me. And that I liked. I gave her my fantasy and she accepted and even helped me try it. It unlocked a new sense of freedom for me. It’s what gave me the confidence to go ahead in public.”
“But?”
“But…I don’t know. We’re just not very good together. Can I be honest with you?”
“Please.”
“I don’t really care about video games, or the gossip that goes on at a coffee shop. I want. I want a business woman” I want you! Karenna thought
“I see. You know, I think I’m a little bit similar. I don’t think Tyler and I would work as well if we couldn’t also chat about work and business on the same level. I feel like I learn things from him and I love when I tell him something that happened at work and his eyes light up. He really cares. Or at least I feel like he cares.”
“Or you give awesome sex.”
“Kar!”
“I didn’t mean it like that boss. But you know how men are.”
“It’s not like he would know anyway.”
“Five months in and you still haven’t done it?”
Mary-Ann shook her head “It’s not like he hasn’t seen my boobs, but we have not actually…”
Could I see them though? Karenna couldn’t help but think those thoughts. She didn’t really try and push them away. Mary-Ann had trailed off. She was much more reserved than Karenna.
“So that’s why you haven’t told him yet. You guys haven’t even really been together yet.”
“Yeah. I guess that’s it. Other than I don’t want him saying anything. Like I told you. But. I kind of want to know how you told Chloe. Just in case I decide that Tyler needs to know one day.”
“Can I go into detail? I know you don’t really like talking about sex, but. It might help me understand me better.”
“We’re already there at this point in the conversation. So go ahead.”
“Thanks boss.” It was really big of Mary-Ann to allow Karenna to open herself up like this.
“I…I like to be dominated. Sexually.”
Mary-Ann raised an eye brow. Not really experienced in that side of sexuality “What do you mean?”
“I love it when I get called names. Like, Chloe would call me her little piss slut…Mpfh” Karenna was getting slightly aroused. Mary-Ann was taken aback by the language
“If Tyler tried that on me, he be getting a kick in the nuts!”
Karenna laughed “You do you. But I go crazy for that kind of talk. Anyway, I just showed up desperate one day after work at Chloe’s, you remember that?”
Mary-Ann nodded
“And she took the reins a little after I told her that I liked it. She commanded me to do it. And I did. It was…what I wanted. Sometimes. But sometimes, I just want to feel like I’m an equal. I don’t always want to be dominated like that, and she always took that role. Even if I wasn’t having it that night.”
“So you want to be…”
“I want to be the one to comfort someone for once. I-I had my chance to do that when you…you.”
“When I really had an accident? There’s no way we can deny it, or should deny it Kar. I peed my pants. I completely wet myself that day. I mean, that was all real.”
And it was the hottest thing ever! Karenna was willing to admit those feelings she had denied herself that day.
“But what if instead of making that joke that I did. What if…what if I told you it was ok. What if, I did what you did for me. After my incident with Sarah.”
“You did the best you could.”
“Yeah but when you helped me. I felt like I was against the whole world. And lost. I didn’t feel like me. And then you…you saved me. I felt like no matter what, I could count on you.”
Mary-Ann slapped Karenna’s leg. It was still damp. “You can Kar. And I can count on you”
“I know. And I want to be that for someone else. But I just…I couldn’t with Chloe. She wouldn’t let me, and I didn’t know how to tell her because she refused to stop trying to dominate me.”
Mary-Ann had an idea. Maybe she could give Karenna another shot at comforting someone.
“You’re going to make someone every happy one day Kar. I’m just sorry it wasn’t Chloe.”
“Fish in the sea, right? Hey, Warner just uploaded a new podcast, you want to listen?”
“I’d love to!”
The two stayed quiet for the next hour, quietly taking in business and work notes, their bladders comfortably filling. After the podcast ended, Mary-Ann spoke up
“I think we’ve got a problem Kar.”
“What?”
“We’re about an hour and a half out. And I have to pee again.”
“And?”
“And I think this towel is about done. You think we could switch?”
A pattering sound was suddenly audible. Then a hiss. Karenna’s towel was being used.
“Sorry boss. That soda hit me.”
“Aw, Karenna! You’re making me go!”
It was a lie, Mary-Ann had just relaxed, wetting her light jeans again. By this time, that color was deepened to a dark blue, stained from the now four times that Mary-Ann had peed in them. Each time, they had little chance to fully dry from the last wetting before more pee would be thrown into them. The denim was tired, saturated with a moderately full bladder each time. It hardly held any more urine before it passed it onto the towel. The towel wasn’t doing much better itself. It was filled, swollen with the amount of piss that Mary-Ann had poured out of her and onto it. Some of her pee leaked out, wetting the actual car seat. Despite have been rung out by Mary-Ann, the full towel was still moist, and fully soiled.
Karenna’s wasn’t doing much better. The red tracksuit pants were somewhat more water resistant, but not to the amount of pee that she had also dumped into them. They too flooded quickly and soaked into the towel. But unlike Mary-Ann’s, the towel held on, just avoiding a leak onto the seat as Karenna finished.
The sound had stopped. Mary-Ann sighed and looked over to Karenna.
“Done?”
“Mostly.”
“Me too. We’re going to need gas, and there’s a station just before town. I’m going to change there, you doing the same?”
“Yeah, I think I wore these out.”
“I definitely did mine. I’m going to hold it the rest of the way too.”
Karenna grabbed another water from the center console.
“I’ll try too. No guarantee’s though.”
Mary-Ann smiled at the insinuation. The rest of their drive through the mountains was mostly spent listening to local radio. Karenna then decided to look up facts about the mountain town and its history. While not exactly what Mary-Ann would classify as engaging conversation, it was something to do.
A few miles from the town itself, a well sized gas station called to Mary-Ann. She pulled into the dusty, dirty parking area and made her way to the gas stall. Karenna was the first to jump out after Mary-Ann shut the car off. Karenna tossed Mary-Ann her sweatshirt
“Here, you might want this, Ms. Wet-legs!”
“Hey, I’m not the only one!”
“But you’re the one who worries about it.”
Mary-Ann stretched her arms in the air and wrapped Karenna’s sweatshirt around her legs. Karenna rifled through the backseat and pulled out a fresh pair of grey sweatpants. She came around to the front of the car with a plastic bag in hand.
“I’m going to go change boss. Had a little accident.”
“I couldn’t even tell Kar!”
“You liar.” Karenna stuck her tongue out playfully. Mary-Ann did it back.
The restrooms were on the side of the general store, and did not require a key, which was odd for an outdoor restroom. Nonetheless Karenna changed out of her soaked tracksuit pants and matching red panties and bagged them, opting to go panty-less for the rest of the day. It wasn’t usually her style, but she just didn’t feel like putting another pair on.
Mary-Ann had just finished filling up the SUV when Karenna came walking back towards her. She was just in a white T-shirt, and with her grey sweats, would quickly match with her sweatshirt that Mary-Ann had tied around her waist. The two hopped back into the car, and Mary-Ann gave Karenna her sweatshirt back, which had a light stain from coming in contact with Mary-Ann’s jeans.
“Hey Kar? We’ve got a problem with your sweatshirt.”
“Oh no. It’s fine. Just say I spilled something.”
“You sure? I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. Trust me boss.” Karenna loved it.
“Alright. Well let me swing this thing around to that parking spot over there” Mary-Ann pointed “And I’ll change, and then we’ll be good to go.”
Karenna gave Mary-Ann a ‘thumbs-up’ and her boss drove forward into the free parking spot. Mary-Ann grabbed the bag that had sat between Karenna’s legs for nearly eight hours and hopped out, disappearing into the bathroom. Karenna had an idea. The water had hit her, as well as her general need from hydrating all day long. She got out of the SUV too, and stood in front of the door. Her phone pinged her with a message. It was from Nia.
As Karenna texted with her longtime friend, she heard the shuffling of footsteps behind her. She didn’t care. Without hesitation, and without looking up from her phone, Karenna started to pee her pants again. With fresh, new material the stream and rivulets had to form new pathways out of her body and down her legs. The first and most powerful stream broke through the crotch of her now darkening sweats and splattered the concrete. Smaller streams that tried to wet her legs instead found ways out of her sweat pants in different spots along her legs. She almost looked like a sprinkler with the different water spouts pouring out of her. She heard two voices behind her. First, a woman’s
“Oh. Goodness!”
Then a man’s “Lets give her space dear. We’ll come back later.”
“Poor girl.”
Karenna was still looking at her phone. But she smiled. In her head she imagined herself, after holding it for the eight hour car ride, simply not making it and wetting in line. As though the pooling urine in her socks and water-logged shoes wasn’t intentional. As though she really was having an accident. She exhaled. What a rush.
Mary-Ann exited the bathroom. Fresh panties, and new short cargo shorts. She felt nice, even though she neglected the toilet intentionally. She saw Karenna waiting for her, texting. She was standing in a puddle, her new grey sweats clung to her legs, dark and stained with pee. It was obvious what she had done.
“Oh my gosh! Karenna!”
Karenna looked up from her phone. A sly, short smile crossed her lips “Oops.”
“Right here?” There was a number of people who could see the young black woman standing in a puddle of piss, her stained legs obvious.
“Would you believe me if I said that you took too long and I couldn’t make it?”
“No. Not really.”
“Good. That’s a lie. I did this on purpose.”
“We’re like 20 minuets from Nia, you not going to dry!”
“I got it, don’t worry.”
Karenna pulled down her sweats a little. She had black spandex on underneath.
“Just let me change real quick.”
“What if I said no this time?” Mary-Ann asked in a mischievous way
“Then I guess I’d have to call you Sarah, you hypocrite!” Karenna winked
“Love you Kar.”
“Love you too boss.”
Mary-Ann unlocked the door. Karenna slipped off her shoes and turned them upside down, piss poured out of them. It was enough to make a tiny puddle outside her door. She did the same for her other shoe. They had absorbed multiple wettings and Karenna was just now pouring them out. She also rung out her socks, which where moist and could not hold any more liquid. She slid off her wet sweatpants and put her shoes back on. Folding her wet pants and socks together, she tossed them in the same bag she put her red tracksuit pants into.
“All set?”
“Let’s go boss!”
The two were quiet for a little while. Karenna spoke up as Mary-Ann made a left turn, just before the town.
“But did you see that no one said a thing? To them, I was just a girl who didn’t make it after a long ride. You should try it Mary-Ann. There’s nothing like it.”
“I just- I couldn’t. I’m so worried of someone recognizing me. I understand that accidents happen, but I just couldn’t.”
“See, that’s the mindset of everyone else though! They all get it. Except for Sarah maybe, that accidents happen. To them, you’re just having one on a very bad day. To you, it can be anything. I love it!" Karenna paused. She decided to press again "Would you?”
“What, do it?”
“Please?”
“I-I…”
“I promise you’ll love it.”
“Maybe.”
Karenna put her arm on Mary-Ann shoulder.
“I know you’ll love it! We’ll do it together! I can show you something this time!”
“Ok, settle down Kar, I didn’t say yes.”
“But you didn’t say no.”
Mary-Ann nodded. The road up the mountain was full of curves and crests as many signs were posted, warning of deer, rock slides, and the minimum speed limit. Around another bend, the SUV made it to a relatively flat stretch of road. There was a driveway to the right.
“Here!” Karenna called out
The only thing that was on the same plane as the road was the mailbox. The paved driveway was steep, the ditch and lack of shoulder on the road was dangerous. The SUV felt like it was nearly at a 90 degree angle as it made its way to the gate.
The fence line was a standard farm fence, with nothing noteworthy other than it’s good condition. But the gate which the car was stopped in front of was ornate. A gold eagle statue was perched on the top, and the gold accents made the gate look like it should be in front of a palace. Karenna rattled off the number that Nia had texted her, and Mary-Ann punched it into the keypad. It opened fast and the two friends continued to descend down the driveway. There were thick woods on either side of them. Almost enough to blot out the sun. The ample trees and cool air almost created a misty atmosphere. As the driveway bottomed out, neither Karenna or Mary-Ann could see the house yet.
“How big did she say this was?”
“44 acres”
Mary-Ann whistled
“All this on a women’s basketball contract?”
“I think this was Drew’s buy. He’s in personal finance. Hedge funds would be my guess.”
“I think you’re right Kar. This place is massive!”
The woods finally parted and the blue sky was apparent again. They finally saw it. A massive, ornate, gorgeous building stood before them. Plenty of tall windows, a stone foundation, the house was massive. It wasn’t a house, it was a chateau, a private mansion. The mouth of a wide lake sat behind it, and a hill to the left, which was also wooded. Both of the girls jaws dropped.
“Damn.” Karenna was the first to speak
“This is…” Mary-Ann didn’t have the words
The front door opened, a tall black woman stepped out and waved at the SUV. Karenna waved back. Mary-Ann looped around the circular driveway and parked. Karenna jumped out first again, as Mary-Ann shut the car off. How was she going to explain their actions to Nia. Especially since Mary-Ann had waited to surprise Karenna.
As Nia broke her embrace with Karenna, she met Mary-Ann for the first time.
“So you’re the boss I’ve heard so much about.”
“That’s me.” The two shook hands
“I’m happy to have you here Mary-Ann, but we hug around here!”
She turned their handshake into a friendly hug. Mary-Ann was happy to receive it. Karenna was fiddling with something in the car, Mary-Ann took her opportunity to preface their actions
“Hey, I’ve got kind of a strange way of…team building. Um. Some actions might seem strange. I uh…I guess…It’d actually probably be easier to show you. Karenna said you wanted to show us around the property first?”
Nia nodded
“Alright well, just bear with me.”
“Well, whatever it is, Karenna will fight like hell for you, so maybe I should learn something for my team!”
Mary-Ann gulped. A whole sports team doing this?
Karenna walked back around the SUV.
“You gonna show us around girly?”
“Hope you put your walking shoes on Kar! You good Mary-Ann?”
Mary-Ann wanted to let Karenna take that comfort role. It was time to execute that plan.
“Well I kind of have to…nah, I can hold it.”
“You sure? It was a long drive.”
“I’ll be ok.” Mary-Ann shifted her legs, doing a mock dance. She winked at Karenna
Nia walked the two down a stone pathway, next to the massive house and down towards a dock. A decently-sized boat took every gentle wave the lake threw at it, and Nia showed off the view. It was a wide lake, and an uninhabited island sat on the other bank before the lake opened up into a river downstream. Nia noticed Mary-Ann slight fidget
“You sure you’re ok Mary-Ann?”
“I’m fine. Just loving the view is all.”
“Unreal, isn’t it?”
As Nia walked them back up the dock, Karenna fell back to whisper in Mary-Ann ear.
“Are you planning on doing what I think you’re doing?”
Mary-Ann squeezed Karenna’s shoulder and whispered back
“Just comfort me this time.”
Karenna smiled and sped back up to catch up to her friend. Nia pointed up the hill on the other side of the driveway.
“You girls up for a quick hike? I’ve got another view you have to see.”
Both nodded in excitement. Though for more reasons than just the view, as they walked back across the driveway, Mary-Ann knew she had to make it somewhat believable for Nia. Maybe. She did warn her after all. But maybe then for Karenna. They reached the bottom of the hill. As Nia and Karenna started to climb up the obvious trail, Mary-Ann stopped behind them and put a hand over her crotch as though she was more desperate than she was. She had to go, just not to the point of having an actual accident. She spoke up
“Uh, Nia…Is it much farther?”
“We can wait for you if you want to use the bathroom. It’s just inside the door.”
Mary-Ann looked back towards the driveway, then back at her friends. She made one final fake protest
“No I-I can hold it.”
“You sure.”
“Yup.”
Nia shrugged and Karenna smiled. The trio walked up the path in silence, Mary-Ann’s obvious predicament had made it a bit awkward but she was doing this for Karenna. And to bring the idea to Nia. She had to do this for more than just her. But she had to admit, she liked the excuse to wet her pants, even if Nia didn’t want her to for the rest of the vacation. She wanted to pick her spot. But in the woods, everything looked the same. They were far enough away from the house that they couldn’t see it or the start of the trail anymore. This was as good as spot as any Here goes nothing. Or everything Mary-Ann grabbed the crotch of her olive cargo shorts and bent down in a half squat. She exhaled, releasing her bladder and her words
“Hey girls? I-yeah, I can’t hold it anymore.”
The ground beneath her started to splatter as her excess urine sprayed out of her shorts, turning the olive green into a dark, almost black color. Mary-Ann continued talking, driving her embarrassment forward.
“I’m so sorry Nia. The first time we meet and I’m…ahhh, I just couldn’t wait anymore.”
Nia stood shocked. The boss and the leader she had heard so much about was standing just a few yards away, her hand jammed in her crotch, and she was peeing. Her shorts had been completely stained by the piss that was splattering the dirt. It kicked the debris up and onto her bare ankles. Nia looked over to her best friend Karenna, expecting similar shock. But Karenna was intently watching. It was almost as if she was enjoying the sight of another grown woman having an accident. Mary-Ann spoke again
“Oh Karenna, this must be so embarrassing for you, you introduce me to your best friend and the first thing I do is pee my pants. I’m so sorry!”
Karenna stepped forward. Nia didn’t know what to expect. But when Karenna spoke. It didn’t seem real. Like she had planned it
“That’s ok Mary-Ann. You tried to wait that whole long car ride and the tour. I understand, accidents happen. You just finish peeing and Nia will show us the rest of the place, right?”
Karenna looked up at her friend. Nia didn’t really have any words
“Uhh…yeah. It’s…fine?” Nia tried to say something to the woman that was just finishing peeing her pants.
Mary-Ann looked Karenna in the eye. Her best friend had gotten her wish. Karenna put her arm on Mary-Ann back. Her boss winked back at her. Nia saw it.
It can’t be. It must. This is team building? Look at Kar. She’s totally on board. What on earth is going on? Nia tried to stay calm, but what was there to do or say when what she was looking at was so beyond the pale? Mary-Ann had finished, and the rest of the tour went in silence. Until they came upon a clearing.
What looked like a large rock, protruding from the ground, was actually a cliff-face that over looked a valley. It was magical. Both Mary-Ann and Karenna gasped when the saw the pure beauty of the nature in front of them. They both sat down on the edge of the cliff, their legs dangling off of the edge. Nia hung behind them, her back resting on a tree.
Karenna put her hand on Mary-Ann’s leg.
“Thanks boss.” The rock under her was darkening.
“Again Kar?” Mary-Ann pointed it out
“I had just a little bit left. I’ll talk to her. I think she’s a little shocked.”
“I would be too.”
After a while the two stood. Mary-Ann led them back down the trail, the path back to the house was a simple straight line. Nia walked next to Karenna.
“You mind telling me what on earth that was? Did she-was that planned?”
“You can ask her about that. But it’s a little game we play, sure.”
“What’s the game?”
Karenna shrugged “It doesn’t have a name”
“Well, what’s the point?”
“To pee your pants.”
“I-What?”
“You heard me girl.”
Nia could see a tiny glimmer on Karenna’s black leggings. Was she doing it right now? Karenna turned, and pulled her leggings forward, the wet material could hardly expand
“You see this? We stopped for gas on the way here, and I had to go. So I did.”
She slapped her leggings back into place, and walked towards the house, leaving Nia dumbfounded.
When the trio reached the SUV, Karenna took one of her suitcases and rolled it inside. Nia walked up behind Mary-Ann, who was still in her wet shorts and asked her
“You mind telling me what the hell that was?”
Mary-Ann answered sheepishly “Team building. I told you it was strange.”
“Yeah but you…It…Karenna said it’s a game between you guys.”
Mary-Ann nodded “Basically.”
“So who wins, what’s that point?”
Mary-Ann shrugged “Point is to pee your pants. Are you ok if Kar and I play it outside?”
Nia was stunned at the concept. But if it was outside, maybe
“If it was anyone else, I’d say no. But Kar thinks the world of you. She’s said as much. You seem genuine, you’re a leader.” She sighed “Fine. Just don’t get any of it inside.”
“No problem. And I’m guessing you’ll want a full explanation?”
“You’re damn right I do.”
“If you’d take me for a jog, I can explain it all.”
“All due respect, you couldn’t keep up with me.”
“Bet?”
“Ohh, I like you Mary-Ann. No bet. But you got yourself a deal. I want to know why this” She motioned to Mary-Ann soaked shorts “is something you two do.”
Mary-Ann smiled. The girls trip was going to be a memorable one.
A/N: What are your thoughts on the rest of the girls trip? Did you like Nia's reaction and Mary-Ann's plan? And what of Karenna asking Mary-Ann to do more public wetting with her. Will that become a problem? |
A/N: I'm sorry that this took so long to get published, it's been busy this time of year for obvious reasons. Nonetheless, its the first chapter that we get to spend a lot of time with Nia, so I hope you like her character and her arc in this chapter. The final quarter of this chapter has the final bit of story content for chapter 5, let me know how you think the coming conflict will be resolved
Chapter 5.3: Nia the Stubborn Woman
It took Mary-Ann a moment to remember where she was. The bed was comfortable at least. The frame was made to look rustic, as was everything in the room. But this was no log cabin. As her eyes adjusted to the low light of the early morning she smiled. It was a good feeling, to be around friends and with them on a beautiful property. The sliding glass door to her left led to a terrace, the door on her right to the bathroom. She wouldn’t really need it except to change and to shower. Forgoing her usual morning pee, Mary-Ann changed into her athletic wear. A pair of dark grey shorts with white strings and a pink waistband, it went well with her white top. With a bladder that had started to fill overnight, and a full day ahead of her, Mary-Ann was ready for some fun.
The massive living room, with its stone fireplace and ornate chandelier, was surrounded by an open hallway on the second floor. The master bedroom was on the same floor as Mary-Ann’s guestroom, with the door open Mary-Ann caught a glimpse of the king size bed and huge windows that overlooked the lake and dock. Descending the stairs into the living room, Mary-Ann could see Nia in the kitchen, making herself a smoothie. She looked over to Mary-Ann and smiled
“Glad I didn’t bet, you’re right on time.”
“Can’t be successful if you’re always late.”
“Right on girl. You up for a run?”
“Always.”
“You sure? It is a trail run”
Mary-Ann gave her a look. Nia could see the eyes of a competitor. She knew why Karenna said they’d be fast friends. She smiled again at her friends boss
“Have this then.” Nia passed her the smoothie she had just made, and two waters.
Mary-Ann smiled back. Despite the fact they were both clearly early risers, it didn’t mean they were chatterboxes. While Nia made a second smoothie for herself, Mary-Ann stayed quiet. She would have normally used this time to excuse herself, but this week was all about not doing such things. She was with Nia, and part of her felt like she should go, just so she wouldn’t be forcing it on their host. Then again, she did get the green light. Nia took the bar stool next to Mary-Ann and started to drink her green smoothie along with her. Mary-Ann noticed a picture on the counter of Nia and a strapping young man in a suit.
“Is this Drew? The one I’ve been hearing about?”
“That’s my husband. I miss him so much right now.”
“Work?”
“Yeah, you should have heard him talking to his boss. When my season starts we don’t get any time together, just these six or eight weeks. But there was some sort of merger going on, a company they were buying-I’m not sure what the deal was. But he was not happy.”
“Sounds like he cares about seeing you.”
“I care about seeing him too. Are you with anyone?”
“I have a boyfriend, yeah. He’s really the first one that I can see myself with. He’s just, kind of what I always pictured.”
“Wasn’t the same for us. But here we are, married. And I don’t have any intention of ever leaving his side.” Nia pointed to the picture “That was us at a function about a month after he bulked up. He was this scrawny kid looking for a masters in finance, and he thought I would want a boyfriend who was big and strong.” She smiled, reminiscing “That was when I knew. Because I thought I would want that. But the truth was, I just wanted to be with him. Not saying that it doesn’t help that he’s really hot now, but still.”
Mary-Ann nodded, understanding. She felt a little bloated with her morning waters still trapped inside. If she didn’t start now, she wouldn’t even be able to run. She asked Nia if she was ready, and the two set off, out the front door.
“It’s not far, not even a mile. But pace yourself, and if you need to take a breather, tell me. The hills are monsters.”
Mary-Ann exhaled, prepping herself for the unknown route. She nodded at Nia. She was ready.
The run started off as a nice jog to get the two going. Nia led Mary-Ann past the dock, and along the shoreline of the lake. A small dirt path took them past the smallish private beach and into the wooded section of the property. Each thump of Mary-Ann’s foot on the dirt sent a pulsing sensation up her spine and to her bladder. Her agitated bladder preformed well, keeping its owner dry for the moment. Pleasure that Mary-Ann derided from desperation was one of her favorite aspects to this little game. There was nothing better than being on this enjoyable run with a new friend, than to also feel that she could lose control at the wrong moment. As the two entered the cover of the trees, Mary-Ann admitted to herself the pleasure of introducing this to someone new. Maybe it was time for Tyler to know. She hoped Nia might have some insight. She was a leader too.
“Nia?”
“Don’t tell me you need a breather already!”
“No.” Mary-Ann caught up, the two now more in a run than a jog “When you first met me yesterday, and I…you know…what was your reaction?”
“Confusion. Worry”
“Why?”
“When a grown woman you just met is suddenly pissing on herself. It’s usually cause for alarm.”
“So if I was trying to introduce someone to it, that’d be the wrong way?”
“Uh huh. If you’re still trying to get me to do it, the answer is no.”
“Not you. I was thinking of someone else.”
“Your boyfriend?” Nia sniffed it out immediately
“Yup.”
“I don’t have much advice here, but I tell the girls on the team that the truth and lying can be just as hard. Pick which hard you want.”
Mary-Ann understood. It was still too much for her to tell him outright. But Nia was probably right. Just wetting herself in front of him without telling him wasn’t right.
“Look Mary-Ann, one of the best views here.” Nia pointed
To her left the trees cleared, showing off an up close view of the lake. Without a beach, the shoreline came right up the grass just a few yards away from the trail. The water lapped against the edge. With the morning mist rising off the lake, it was quite the view. But the sound of the water and the pounding of her feet on the dirt had jostled her bladder enough that she knew she wouldn’t be making it back to the house. But with Nia’s response to her wetting, and the fact that it was just the two of them, could she really do it in front of her?
“Hardest part right here. It’s all uphill.” Nia pointed up the trail.
Mary-Ann smiled back at her, she was a competitor after all. And the only question that she had would be resolved soon.
Karenna awoke. Her bladder was as hard as a rock. She knew why. On her nightstand stood an empty bottle of water, the one that she had chugged the night before. The guestroom that she stayed in matched her apartment in size and outmatched it in view. The room had its own terrace, with a view of the lake and connecting pathway to the dock. Karenna studied it for a moment. It was peaceful. Another twinge in her full bladder. Sliding out of bed, she couldn’t help but cringe as her feet touched carpet. A sharp pain shot from her aching bladder around her body. Opening her dresser, Karenna picked out her outfit. Purple leggings would hide a beige pair of panties. A bra would match her panties and a white t-shirt would top it all off.
The trouble was getting everything on. Slipping her baggy shorts and night shirt off was the easy part. Bending down to slide on her beige panties was not. As her legs arched forward, her bladder and overactive imagination wanted her to let it all out on the carpet. She wouldn’t. Not all over her best friend’s floor. She got her feet into each leg hole of her underwear and danced them onto herself. Kicking her legs and shaking her hips, she got her panties on. Her bra and shirt were much easier, but as her leggings stuck to her thighs, her bladder made another effort to give her pleasure.
Karenna grabbed immediately for her privates. There was no leak, but she was surprised at how bad it was. As she slid her leggings over herself, Karenna thought for a second. Would it prolong her hold if she let go a little at a time? There was no better stretch than this vacation to experiment with her favorite pastime. Just a little. Not even enough to darken her pants. She did it. Just a little spirt. It felt nice, to warm her panties just a little. She wasn’t sure if it helped though.
Exiting her room, she entered the large living room. Nia and Mary-Ann were gone, and Karenna assumed they had gone on their run. She made her way to the kitchen counter. A cup of coffee sat with a note. Hey weirdo, guess you still get up late. Thought you might want this. -Nia It was done just the way Nia had made it for her all those times in the past. Though it was lukewarm now, the flavor and their bond came through. Karenna got another idea. She took another sip. She let a spirt of pee out. Now she burned. Karenna didn’t have to hold herself, but there was no way she could do it again without grabbing her now damp panties. She decided to take her coffee and her science experiment outside.
Mary-Ann was going to have to make a decision. The pressure had grown to the point where it was now constantly pressing on her genitals. Her pace had slowed as the waters inside her dragged her down. The hill didn’t help. Her quads burned as much as her pee-hole did. But the crest of the hill was in her sight. She was almost there. Each step burned the bottom of her tired feet. The iron lock on her bladder still held. As she nearly reached the top, she could run anymore. Nia wasn’t kidding, this was a challenge. Her running partner looked behind her, already at the top.
“C’mon Mary-Ann, you got this!”
Mary-Ann panted back. The strain on her muscles. She should just go. But she couldn’t. She knew how Nia would react. Karenna wasn’t her to join her either. It’d be too odd. She was covered in sweat as she panted her way to the top. Nia was waiting.
“You good?”
“Just…give me…a second.”
Mary-Ann put her hands on her knee-caps, exhausted. And still holding her pee. Though hopefully not for long.
“Another view. Awesome isn’t it?”
Mary-Ann was too full to stand up fully. But the hill over looked the lake as it met a river. The wide area was majestic, open. Mary-Ann put her hand over her crotch as she ventured towards it.
“You sure you’re good?”
“I’ll be honest Nia. I’ve got to pee. Badly. Do you mind if I just-“
“If you’re going to ask what I think you’re about to, its still too strange for me. But thank you for asking. Can you use a tree, or that rock over there?”
Mary-Ann nodded. She crept behind a rock, just off the trail. It was big, more of a bolder. But Mary-Ann didn’t have time to be a geologist. She slid her athletic shorts down to her ankles, along with her panties, and squatted, overlooking the hill.
It wasn’t a second after she had gotten her panties to her ankles, that a clear stream of piss exploded out of her. With the amount of pressure it had taken to keep her water inside, an equal amount of force sprayed it out. The small amount of rock that was sat under her immediately darkened, and the dirt quickly turned to a small pool of mud. The experience reawakened Mary-Ann’s spirit. She remembered that time in the car. The same day as her accident. The desperate pee on the road. She had liked that just as much. It had made her cum.
Her strongest stream continued to rifle through stray leaves, to find the earth below. It was not matched in force, but it was joined by smaller flows that crept their way out of her and down her skin. Some had enough excess urine to drip off of her exposed womanhood. Putting two fingers on her hood, she arched her stream up before it started to die down.
“You weren’t kidding!” Nia could hear her all the way over where she was standing
“I thought you were grossed out?”
“No. You play sports long enough and you find out that even athletes have to pee at some point. Just most don’t do it in their pants.”
“So what do you do?”
“Hold it. Unless you’re that soccer team I read about. You’d have to be a massive prude to think that people shouldn’t go outside if they have to. Everyone understands that.”
“Yeah, tell that to Sarah.”
“Who?”
“Never mind.” Mary-Ann stood. She was covered, and had finished peeing.
“We’ll walk back.” Nia pointed “It’s just back down this way.”
Mary-Ann followed her host down the trail, replaying their conversation in her mind. Everyone has to go at some point. What if she just happened to get desperate with Tyler around? In a place where there were no bathrooms? Maybe he’d like to watch her pee. Maybe she’d let him clean her off? Maybe she could introduce him to her little world this way. Maybe he’d like it. The thought excited her, and she couldn’t help but feel a little horny.
A boat passed through the lake, and in front of Karenna’s seat on the deck. All the troubles in her life felt as though they were unable to penetrate this little sanctuary. The morning air wrapped around her in a comforting shroud of easiness. Would it feel better if she let a little out? Karenna felt a rush towards her crotch, a signal that most people would have taken to clench, but Karenna did nothing. It wasn’t long before her panties started to feel warm again. She stopped it after a second or two. Still nothing on her pants. Putting her coffee down on the table in front of her, she looked down and watched as she let go again. This time, she tried to stop, but her body rebelled, and a stronger flow spurted and sprayed out. A dark stain appeared on her crotch, and a streak down her leg. It stopped, but it was much harder to do so. The feeling of relief was grand, to great for her to hold out much longer. She felt like her experiment had failed. This was not was to stave off the inevitable ending to a hold, if anything, it signaled the end was near. Perhaps the key was to start before real desperation set in. Karenna was going to have to try this later. She finished off her coffee. It was time to end this hold.
Mary-Ann could see the house again. It sat just below them, at the bottom of the hill. Nia still walked in front of her.
“I never did get my explanation of all of this.”
“Its kind of a long story. I promise I’m not avoiding it, but maybe it’ll be a group story when Kar’s with us.”
“Why don’t we just ask her now? She’s right down there.” Nia pointed to the small figure walking around the driveway
“You can go ahead, but she might want to be alone while she pees her pants.”
They reached the driveway at the bottom of the hill
“She’s not doing that now, is she?”
“I’ll bet you she is.”
Karenna turned towards them, they were in earshot. Nia saw her best friend of just over a decade, streaks of darkening colors running down her legs. Karenna put her hand over her brow shielding herself from the sun. She was acting as though nothing was strange or odd.
“I guess you were right.” Nia told Mary-Ann
Karenna called to them “There you guys are! Couldn’t stay away from me, could you?”
Karenna’s clear urine began to splash and bounce off the asphalt driveway. Her leggings couldn’t hold anymore liquid and were over run by the torrent she was releasing.
“We were just trying to run from the weird girl who pees her pants!” Nia playfully teased
“Well she was following you the whole time.” Karenna pointed to Mary-Ann. She looked back over to Nia, who was entering the house “Instead of calling it weird, why don’t you come over here and join me? It’s warm!”
“I’m sure it is! But you and your puddle can stay over there!”
Karenna playfully stuck her tongue out at her friend, pee was still splashing onto the ground and dripping off her legs. Her puddle reacted to Mary-Ann’s shoe stepping in it.
“Don’t make her do it Kar.”
“Wouldn’t be fun though, if the three of us just did it whenever?” Karenna’s stream was ending
“Sure. But shouldn’t we be happy that she even lets us do it at all?”
“Ahhh…yeah but I think she might like it…You going to join me? Maybe we can make this puddle reach the lake!”
“Sorry Kar, I went during our run.”
Karenna looked down at Mary-Ann’s dry shorts. She raised an eyebrow. Mary-Ann offered an explanation
“She didn’t want me to, and I respected her wish. Went behind a rock.”
“Boo! You’re just going to leave me here in my own puddle?”
“You seem to enjoy it.”
Karenna let out a second, smaller flow, rewetting her already drenched leggings. It was quite obvious that she peed her pants. They glistened with the new liquid running down her legs.
“I do. But it’s always more fun when your boss does it too!”
Mary-Ann smiled and walked towards the home. Karenna followed, her shoes squelching behind her, drips of pee leaving a trail of their own. Mary-Ann turned to her squeaking and squelching friend.
“Kar, let me see if Nia has a towel for you. I don’t think you want to be dripping all over her house.”
Mary-Ann was right. Karenna didn’t want to ruin her friends house like that. Slipping her sneakers off, she took of her socks and rung them out while Mary-Ann went inside.
Nia had just slipped her athletic shorts off her panty-less body when she heard a knock at the bathroom door. Mary-Ann asked her a question as Nia sat down on the toilet.
“Do you have any extra towels? I don’t think we want Kar dripping all over the place.”
“I’ll bring one out. Give me a second.”
As Mary-Ann walked away, Nia’s body began to hiss and spray a respectable stream of piss into the toilet. As it splattered, it wet the ample pubic hair around her pussy and started to turn the clear pool of water into a yellowish one. It filled with her second pee of the day, most of what her body did not sweat out during her run. It still struck her as odd that Karenna would do this with her pants on. Stranger still, Mary-Ann did it too. But she’d still get a towel for her friend.
When Nia emerged from the bathroom, she had a towel slung over her shoulder. Mary-Ann was filling up a tin bottle with water. She turned.
“Got to stay hydrated.” Mary-Ann took a sip
“Of course. And I’m sure that’s all you have in mind, right?”
Mary-Ann winked, her lips still around the bottle. The two walked out of the front door and Mary-Ann wiped her mouth and carried the bottle with her. Karenna was leaned against Mary-Ann’s SUV, basking in the sun. Her purple leggings still stained down her legs. Nia tossed her the towel
“Never thought I’d have to make it a rule, but if you pee yourself, you can’t come in until you dry off. Don’t want you dripping all over the place.”
Karenna spoke as she wiped herself with the towel. “So you’re going to lock yourself out of the house after you do it?”
“I am not going to pee myself Kar!”
“It’s fun girl! You should try it once at least.”
“C’mon Kar- don’t make her.” Mary-Ann added
“You tell her, boss.”
Nia turned to Mary-Ann, who was red in the face. Embarrassment flowed though her. But she did tell the truth.
“It…it is really fun.”
Nia shook her head. “I’ll take your word for it. Are you girls up for a little off-roading today?”
Both Mary-Ann and Karenna nodded, neither had been before, but Nia offered to make them lunch and take them on a trail up one of the hills. The group headed back inside, and while Nia prepared a nice lunch, both Karenna and Mary-Ann chatted with her and each other. The conversation ranged from business to sports and even how Nia and Drew found the expansive property. The entire time Karenna was downing water, along with Mary-Ann, who was finishing her water bottle that she had filled. Both women knew what they were doing, and neither acknowledged it.
When they were ready, Nia took her two friends out of the house to the separate garage. Inside was an older, but well maintained sports car. It looked as though it may have cost more than some houses. The other side was home to a cherry red off-roading vehicle. Mary-Ann took the passenger seat, and Karenna the back bench seat. Nia started the car, but not before asking
“We all good? No one needs anything?”
Mary-Ann looked back at Karenna. Her leggings were still stained from her earlier wetting. Karenna replied
“Nope! All set.”
“Alright.” Nia pointed “But I saw how much you both had to drink in there. I swear if either of you-“
“It’s alright Nia, we can wait. At least until we get up there, right Kar?” Mary-Ann tried to assure their host
“I’ll be good!” Karenna made a promise
With that, the trio set off, and it wasn’t long before they were cruising over the same dirt path they had walked yesterday.
Despite Mary-Ann’s assurances and Karenna’s promise, it wasn’t long before the drinks that each had consumed made their way down to their respective bladders. Mary-Ann looked out the door, the roll-top had no traditional windows, and Karenna held herself. It was a smooth ride past the initial clearing that Nia had shown them yesterday, but the smoothness of that drive had lulled the friends into the idea that the entire drive would be as smooth. It was most certainly not.
When they hit their first divot in the road, Mary-Ann bounced so hard in her seat, that she thought she was going to break her pelvis. The car stopped, as Nia reoriented the wheel and gave the powerful engine some leverage up the steep incline. Mary-Ann was thrown back into the seat, and her filling bladder shot feelings of pain throughout her body. Her back was glued to the seat, and she could swear she was leaking. She held on hand tightly on the door, and another on her crotch. The seatbelt that lay across her lap did little to help her or hurt her. They hit another bump on the trail. A shockwave of urgency flowed up from her filling bladder to her upper body. The jostling and the bounces were giving her a head ache.
Karenna wanted to masturbate. She couldn’t, and she knew that, but the feeling of her already damp panties and leggings rubbing and moving over her skin was erotic. To add to her already sexual thoughts, she could feel the need for her bladder to void rising in her abdomen. She pulled her strained tights up, giving herself a camel-toe. Nia was hard focused on driving, and wouldn’t notice her squirming in the back seat. Karenna could see Mary-Ann from where she was seated too. She had never seen her boss like this. Her muscles were bulging out of her neck, and her leg was bouncing rapidly. The whites of her knuckles were visible. It would have been hot to see if Karenna didn’t feel bad for her boss. She was usually chatty on rides like this, but Karenna wasn’t sure if it was fear or desperation that had overtaken her boss.
As the car powered over the final crest of the hill, Mary-Ann still had her hand jammed into her cargo shorts. She was shaking. Holding onto the door with all her might, she was sure she was taking some of the paint off. Nia stopped the car, they sat in a clearing, a field to their right and another stretch of dark woods ahead. Nia looked at Mary-Ann
“Are you going to be ok? I appreciate that you and Kar have a game going but, not all over my seats.”
“No…I just…feel. Off. It…its ok, really.”
“You sure? I’m not going to think less of you if you hop out. I will if you get piss all over these seats.”
“She won’t!” Karenna chirped up. She had to go too, but was much more comfortable than Mary-Ann. “She’s great at holding it. I once saw her go through three back to back meetings, all without a break!”
Mary-Ann turned red again. She wasn’t sure if Karenna was doing this on purpose, or that she was just fascinated by Mary-Ann’s ability to wait. Karenna spoke again
“Nia, tell her you think she can hold it too.”
Quiet ensued it was awkward between them. Nia spoke anyway
“You know, I think I can relate. I’ve been in the middle of a game and been about as bad as you are now. Sometimes it helps to think of how many people are watching, if its 2 or 200,000, you don’t want to embarrass yourself.” Nia slapped Mary-Ann’s taut thigh. “You got this girl.”
Mary-Ann smiled. It helped to think of the harm she’d do if she lost it. She was determined to wait, she could do it.
As the car moved, Karenna was even more aroused than before. The thought of wetting in front of that many people was enticing. What if she was in front of that many people, and they all saw her? Would they snicker? Would they point and laugh? She knew in her logical mind that most would try and put it off, or they’d ignore her. That’s what they had done before. But surely some out of that group would be like Sarah. They’d laugh and point at her. They’d embarrass her. The idea made Karenna wet for another reason. As the off roading SUV started to climb the last hill, Karenna pulled her pee stained leggings away from her body. With those thoughts and the wrong shake or push of the car, she could be having an orgasm in short order. She was not about to cross that bridge.
Mary-Ann had her eyes closed. She couldn’t tell if it was the fear that was causing her bladder to ache, or if she was a afraid because her bladder ached. She hadn’t started to leak, but her head hurt. The car stopped. Then it started again as Nia traversed the narrow path. Mary-Ann still had her eyes shut. She felt a tap on her exposed thigh. She opened her eyes. It was Nia. She said quietly asked
“You sure you’re ok?”
Mary-Ann nodded. Nia added
“You’re doing great, we’re almost at the top.”
Karenna wasn’t paying attention to her two friends at the front. The constant motion hadn’t affected her the way that it had with Mary-Ann, but the waters she had drank before leaving had. If it had just been her, she would have started peeing her pants at this point, but she had made a promise to Nia. Karenna couldn’t even try her new experiment out. Part of her worried that she’d overestimate and piss on the seat. Instead she clutched herself and leaned forward, looking out the windshield. The car was at an angle, and Karenna could see the bright blue sky. Another lurch of the vehicle. They were there.
A grassy meadow awaited them, and a clear view of the entire state. Karenna could see other mountain tops, the wide, cutting river that normally roared next to them at the house, and the tops of small towns. Trees looked like grass over a hill from where they were. Nia stopped the car.
Mary-Ann touched the ground. She didn’t remember undoing her seatbelt or even thanking Nia for getting them up the hill in the first place. As soon as her sneakers touched the path beneath her, Mary-Ann stumbled over to the tall grass. She got on one knee
And peed her pants
The speeding urine quickly overflowed her crotch and turned her beige cargo shorts a dark brown. Diverted by the fact that Mary-Ann was only on one knee, it soaked that leg. The butt and back of her shorts absorbed most of the damage, her sprinkling pee pouring out of the pant leg and onto her calf. The grass around her looked as though the morning dew had passed it by. Nia walked around the front of the car
“Hey Mary-Ann, are you ok?” She walked up to the kneeling girl. She heard the splattering dirt “Oh, your pe-that…that’s fine.”
Mary-Ann looked up at her, the color back in her face and the life in her eyes again
“My shoe was untied.”
“Yeah those double knots could break at any moment. Doesn’t explain why you started to pee on yourself though.”
“Sure it does-“
“You two trying to run from me?”
Nia looked back at Karenna, she had come up behind the two.
“What?”
“Nothing. I just went around the wrong side of the car.” Karenna pointed at the kneeling Mary-Ann “Is she alright?”
“Yeah. Just peeing herself.”
“Oh.” The crotch of Karenna’s leggings began to darken. “That reminds me.” Karenna started to talk in a ditzy voice, clearly playing a character “I need to speak to the manager of this place, because I just had to pee for like- ever on a really long ride.” The ground below her splattered and began to form a puddle. Her pussy hissed as it released its pee “And I couldn’t even find a bathroom when I got out. Now I’m having an accident.”
The already stained leggings were re-darkened, turning nearly black as her piss ran down her thighs in droves. Her shoes, which had dried not too long ago from her morning wetting, started to fill again with her excess pee. Her socks were covered in the overflow. Nia watched her best friend pee her pants for a little, then walked past her and through her puddle to the back of the SUV. Nia spoke as she got the tarp out
“What do you have against Samantha, Kar?”
“What?” Karenna stream began to taper off. “Nothing. I was just doing a voice.” Mary-Ann walked behind Karenna and stopped. Nia responded
“My bad, I honestly thought you were doing an impression.”
“I’ll bet she’d at least join us.”
“So now you’re just recruiting all your friends then?”
“No. Just you.”
Mary-Ann elbowed Karenna in the back. She mouthed for Karenna to stop it
“I think you need better tactics then girl. The answer is still no.” She had a blue tarp and a number of food items from the trunk. “When you two panty pissers are done though, could you grab the rest of the food for me?”
Both Karenna and Mary-Ann obliged, now in obviously pee stained pants. Mary-Ann’s shorts were primarily wet down one leg, and Karenna sported a more uniform wetness that had coated both legs. As they left the trunk with the food, Karenna’s shoes squelched and squeaked with her movements. Mary-Ann commented
“Doesn’t that get loud? Or annoying?”
“No, of course not. Its one of the best things about it!”
“How?”
“Just imagine if you were in a line or walking down the street and you heard them. You’d know that I pissed myself. Its like a little reminder every time I take a step.”
Mary-Ann didn’t argue. It wasn’t her idea of having fun with wetting, but Karenna clearly loved it. She had no problem with Karenna squishing and squeaking her way to the picnic site. Nia looked up at the sound as the two girls approached her.
“Which one of you is that?”
Karenna gave a sheepish grin
“Does that happen all the time when you do this?”
“No, only if you’ve got shoes on…or heels!”
“Kar, I swear if you start in the office!” Mary-Ann thought she was going there
“No! I just, you know…don’t make it to the bathroom when I get home…most days. Sometimes you don’t have time to kick your heels off when its running down your legs.”
Nia looked impressed by Mary-Ann’s rule. She was curious about it and asked her as the group began to eat. Mary-Ann explained that she couldn’t allow either of them to ‘play’ in the office because of the reputational damage that it could do to the company. She also didn’t want to pay for the constant carpet cleaning either.
“I think that’s part of being a leader you know?” Nia tried to connect it back to her own experiences. “People see the ability to afford this” She pointed to the off roading vehicle “and views like this” she motioned to the expansive view of nature “And assume that you’re just one of the lucky ones. But they never see what you sacrifice. I’m sure your impulses want you to just do what you guys just did. Yet you have enough respect for yourself and from Kar to think straight.”
“I see what you’re saying. I don’t think it’s that big of a sacrifice though. There are a lot of other things that we have to do to keep the ship running. Honestly, it’d be more of a distraction than anything else.”
The group sat in silence for a while. Enjoying the view, the food, and each other’s company. Nia had packed Karenna’s favorite soda, it was hers too, and the two women drank plenty of it. Mary-Ann stuck with water, which was what she drank most of the time. In short order, she had downed another bottle of it. Nia and Mary-Ann talked about sports for a little, while Karenna’s bladder started to refill. Now would be a much better time to experiment with herself. She took a break in the conversation to interject
“When I was younger, my brother would tell me about a giant spider in the woods near my house.” Karenna spurted as she spoke, warming her panties again “And for the longest time, I was so scared to even go near them.”
“You know why he didn’t want you near them?” Nia wanted to know how much Karenna really knew about her brother
“I can take a guess, yes.” Neither girl had noticed Karenna’s small release. It was exciting.
The conversation had hit a wall, Karenna wasn’t willing to go into her past, Nia wasn’t about to force her, and Mary-Ann had little to add. With their late lunch finished, Nia decided to start packing up. It was all in good time for her, as Nia could feel her bladder asking for relief soon. She wasn’t opposed to squatting in the ample nature around her, but with the questions that Karenna would bother her with, she’d rather hold it.
Nia got her two friends in pee stained pants to help her put the tarp back in the trunk and the containers that once housed food back into the car. Karenna didn’t feel as though she needed to pee and chalked it up to her little experiment. She’d have to try it again. Mary-Ann was sure she’d feel it soon, but for now, she’d hold it. Her cooled, damp shorts clung to her as a reminder of what she liked to do. As she sat back down in the passenger seat, Nia slapped her thigh, asking
“You going to be ok?” Nia recoiled her hand, wiping the wetness of Mary-Ann shorts on Mary-Ann’s shirt
Mary-Ann laughed at the scene “Yeah, I don’t usually get worked up over things like that. But I think part of it was how badly I needed to pee at the end there.”
“I can see that- considering its all over your shorts.” With that, Nia started the car
Mary-Ann smiled and closed her eyes. She wasn’t about to take another chance the way she had on the way up. But as the SUV shook and maneuvered its way around rocks and narrow paths, she kept her smile on. In her own way, Nia was just as warm of a personality as Karenna.
While Mary-Ann held on to the sides of the SUV for dear life, Nia and Karenna chatted off and on. Sometimes, they reminisced about their school days, and other times they simply small talked. The whole time the two chatted, Nia was holding it. She made no movements, she wasn’t squirming. But she had to go. It was not something that she wasn’t used to. She’d often have to wait at the end of games and talk to sports reporters before heading into the locker room. She never showed her hand-or desperation. And she didn’t need to now. But with each movement of the car, a wave or two would force itself to her opening. Nia’s well trained muscles would hold it back. She resisted the urge, but every time she looked back at Karenna, with her stained pants, she couldn’t help but think about it herself. But there was that lunch. She hated how her pants had felt afterwards. Damp, cold. She couldn’t do that to herself intentionally, could she? She resisted that thought too as the SUV entered the driveway.
Mary-Ann opened her eyes. The return trip had gone much better. And to top it off, she could feel herself in need of a restroom break. She hopped out of the car with more vigor than she had before and walked around to the back of the SUV. Karenna was standing in the driveway
“You know boss, don’t call me old, but I’m about ready for a nap.”
“You said it Kar, that was fun though, wasn’t it?”
Karenna nodded. Nia got out and walked around the side of the house towards the dock. When she was out of ear range, Karenna spoke
“We’re totally missing out. She can banter right along with us, and she’s not even done it yet.”
“How many times am I going to tell you to stop trying to make your friend pee her pants?”
“You’re right. I know I’m being over eager, but still…”
“If she wants too, she’ll come around. What about you? You’re tugging on your shirt like its attacking you.”
Karenna didn’t stop pulling on the hem of her shirt. But she did start pissing her tights again. For the third time that day, her panties where saturated by her warm urine rushing through them. They had hardly dried from the last soaking she had given them, and allowed her pee to drench her tights in a matter of seconds.
“Me? No…no I don’t have to pee.” It wasn’t enough to splatter out of her leggings, but it did puddle and pool at her feet. An obvious sign of an accident
Mary-Ann followed suit. Her cargo shorts stood up better than Karenna’s leggings, but they too started to darken. She bantered with Karenna “Well if you don’t, then I don’t either!”
Karenna smiled as pee dripped off of both of their legs. Though Mary-Ann clearly had more. Suddenly, Nia called for Mary-Ann. Mary-Ann stopped, and Nia called again from around the house.
“Hey Mary-Ann, I’d like to show you something real quick!”
“You go ahead boss, I’ll dry off and head inside.” As Mary-Ann walked, she held back plenty of pee that she hadn’t yet gotten out of her. She hoped it’d be quick, or she’d really be having an accident soon.
Nia led Mary-Ann down the dock towards the moored boat. She turned once they reach the end.
“I-I didn’t know how to bring this up, but I wanted to bring it up with you and not Kar. When I…have to go out here. I do have one place I like.” She exhaled, not really believing what she was saying “Would you-if you want. Care to join me?”
“Sure thing! You don’t care about the dock?”
“It’s supposed to get wet, isn’t it?”
Mary-Ann shrugged. It didn’t bother her. While Nia unbuttoned and slipped her jean shorts off, Mary-Ann continued to stand, summoning her urine again.
Nia put her nearly bare butt on the dock. On of her legs hung off the edge, just over the water. The other one remained arched on the dock itself. As she began to pee, it gained quite the range as it sprayed up in an arc and then fell into the lake. It didn’t sound to much different than when she peed in a toilet, but the exposed aspect of it is what gave it the novelty. Nia looked up at Mary-Ann, who was starting to develop a puddle around her feet.
“Oh. I meant like join me off the dock, not…”
“My bad! Shoot. Too late to stop now. I…really did have to go. Here, I’ll compromise.”
Mary-Ann walked to the edge of the dock, still wetting her shorts. She bent slightly at the knee and turned around, her backside facing the lake. Drips of pee fell off of her shorts and into the water. The ripple effect was dwarfed by Nia’s strong stream. Mary-Ann was about to say something when she stepped just over the edge of the dock. Falling backwards, she plunged into the water.
“Mary-Ann!” Nia had little time to yell before she pulled her shorts back up and jumped in after her
In just a moment, both soaking women popped back up, treading water.
“It’s fine. I can swim. But I think my shorts are a little more wet now.”
Nia laughed “Mine too!”
The two swam the short distance back to shore and crawled onto the small bunch of sand that constituted a beech. They lay on their backs, laughing at the event. When they caught their breath, the two women stood.
“Well, my shorts are a little wet. I guess we can tell Kar now.” Nia laughed
“I don’t think lake water is what she had in mind!” Mary-Ann made a face “My bra is wet. Do you mind?”
“I practically live in a locker room. It’s cool.”
Mary-Ann unhooked, her breasts dropping behind her white shirt.
“Kar’s right though. I need a shower and a nap.”
“Me too girl!”
As the pair walked towards the house, Mary-Ann put her hand on Nia’s shoulder
“Thanks for coming in after me. Didn’t think I made that much of an impression on you that fast.”
“Based on how Kar speaks of you, I respected you.” Nia motioned to Mary-Ann’s pants “Then I saw this and I didn’t know what to think. But you know what? After our run and picnic today, I consider you a friend.”
As the entered, Mary-Ann smiled “Right back at you!”
Karenna wasn’t expecting them to be back so soon, or she wouldn’t have been in a t-shirt and panties. She would have covered up, but the sight of Mary-Ann stopped her in her tracks. She was sopping wet, her white shirt hid nothing. They were there, her breasts. Perfectly large, but not too big. Karenna had never expected to see them. But they were obvious as they sat behind a thin veil. The water had made her t-shirt see though. They were comforting. Real. Karenna wanted them. She wanted them more than anything.
“What are you, a teenage boy now?” Nia caught her staring. She knew Karenna’s persuasion
“Uh…sorry.” Karenna turned and left. She heard her phone ringing
Mary-Ann had been drying off with a towel in the entryway and was to engrossed in doing so to pay attention to Karenna’s attention. Nia decided to let it be, and the two friends went their separate ways to shower
As Mary-Ann exited the bathroom, in comfortable sweats and a t-shirt, fresh from her shower, she was ready for a quick power nap. But Karenna sat on the foot of her bed. She looked at Mary-Ann, her brown eyes wide. She looked like a lost puppy dog.
“M-Mary-Ann? Can-can we talk?”
“Sure Kar, what’s up.”
“I-Chloe just called me.”
“And?”
Karenna took a deep breath. She looked away “She said…that I hurt her. I hurt her a lot. I didn’t mean to!”
Mary-Ann was afraid where this might lead to.
“She said that I needed to learn that I can really hurt other people. She said…ok. I-When we were dating, I sent her some…videos. She told me she was going to post them on social media and tag me. And the business.”
Karenna’s lips trembled. She wasn’t dealing with it well. Mary-Ann gave her a hug. Karenna started to cry. She blithered and blabbered about her feelings, that she didn’t mean to. That she was confused. Mary-Ann tried to comfort her. But Karenna stood. She looked at the wall. Then back to her boss
“None of this would have happened…if.” She closed her eyes, took another breath. “If we…” She put her hand on Mary-Ann’s knee. She whispered “Kiss me.”
“You know I can’t do that Kar.”
“Why did I say that! I’m sorry!” Karenna shouted
Nia walked in the room, she had heard the commotion. She looked worried, looking over at Mary-Ann she mouthed “Everything ok?”
Mary-Ann shook her head, and spoke “Kar? It’s ok. I’ll hug you if that’s ok.”
The distraught girl nodded. Mary-Ann gave her a tight hug. She motioned for Nia.
“And why don’t we make this a group hug?”
Karenna looked up as Nia walked over. The two old friends embraced, and the trio became one. silence, but for Karenna’s light crying. Nia spoke
“Kar, can I get you a little glass of that coco you always used to love?”
A smile broke though her tears. She nodded. Nia left with a phrase
“I’ll leave you two alone for a second.”
Mary-Ann waited for a moment before speaking again
“I had no idea you felt that way Kar.”
“Well I do, ok? I do. I.” She looked Mary-Ann dead in the eye “I love you.”
Before Mary-Ann could respond, she continued
“I tried and I tried to keep it down. I tried to be with someone else and I hurt them. Chloe’s right. I hurt her. But I did it because…because I wasn’t ready to admit it. But Mary-Ann, I love you. I love you more than anything. I get up in the morning because I get to see you. I…” She hugged Mary-Ann harder “I love you so much.”
Mary-Ann didn’t know what to say. She decided to divert the conversation back to the situation at hand
“Kar…I’m flattered. But did Chloe offer anything in place of…or is she going to try and ruin your life?”
“She said. She said that I owed her favors. I don’t know what or how many. But that’s what she said.”
“Kar, let me help you. I love you too. Just not, like that. You’re still my best friend and someone I want to share a lot with. Let me help you.”
Karenna smiled. She was happy she didn’t ruin her relationship with Mary-Ann over her admission “How-how can you help me?”
“I can give you some advice. Tell her that you will go along with what she asked. But turn your phone off the rest of this vacation. We don’t need this getting in our way. I think Nia’s got your drink ready too. We’ll nap and deal with this when we have to. But lets have a little fun while we can.”
Karenna nodded and left Mary-Ann’s room as her boss followed. Nia gave Karenna a hug and sent her off with a drink. Mary-Ann and Nia decided to talk. Mary-Ann told her about the threat, but omitted Karenna’s admission. That was something she’d keep between them.
“That’s awful! Kar was probably right to get out of that relationship. Guess it’s good she didn’t take my advice.”
“What’d you tell her?”
“To stay.”
Mary-Ann nodded “She was torn about leaving in the first place. I guess Chloe felt the same way.”
“That bitch just wants to control my friend. Excuse my language but I’ve seen this happen to Kar before and I’ll be damned if I just sit here again.”
“Well. I doesn’t look like we can do a whole lot at the moment. But you know what would really life her spirits.” Mary-Ann looked Nia dead in the eye.
“No! I couldn’t.”
Mary-Ann didn’t say anything. She just looked around the room. Letting her statement hang in the air.
“I mean…it’s just so…odd.”
“Is it really, now that you’ve been around us?”
“Would it really mean that much to Kar?”
“You know how many times she’s asked you.”
Nia nodded “But, how? I can’t just-can I?”
“Desperation helps. Just you know. Forget to go when you normally would. It helps if you don’t have another option.”
“…Maybe”
Mary-Ann smiled “You’re a good friend to have Nia. But I could use a nap. See you around the firepit?”
“You know I’ll be there girl!”
With that, the two parted. Mary-Ann was sure to bring a bottle of water from the fridge with her to her room. It was finished before she fell into a light sleep.
When Mary-Ann awoke, the sun was setting. The crimson hue’s of a wonderful sunset had started. She threw on a pair of grey leggings and kept her t shirt on. The water she had drank had control of her bladder. A quick brush of her hair, and she and her filled bladder were downstairs.
Mary-Ann saw Karenna at the bottom of the stairs, she had changed into a pair of black track pants and a white top. She smiled at her boss, and Mary-Ann smiled back as the two walked out the door. Nia had a fire going on the small beach. Mary-Ann stopped, wanting to tell Karenna something
“Hey Kar, I’m sorry I don’t love you, like that. But I want you to know how brave of you it was to tell me.”
“I just. I can’t believe how well you’ve taken it.”
“I told you, I’m flattered. I want you to know that it still means a lot to me.”
“It’s true, I-I’m just so happy I can finally admit it.”
“When we. Do this” Mary-Ann motioned for her grey pants “Does that…is that a tease? Am I…bothering you.”
“Don’t you dare take this from me boss! Even if I didn’t feel this way about you, I’d never want to stop our little game.”
“Neither do I. Which is also good, because I had more water before bed, and I really can’t hold it much longer.”
Mary-Ann didn’t move as she let go into her leggings. She could feel her butt start to soak in it, and the pee started to gather around her crotch. It was more forceful than she had expected, as a strong flow poured out of her crotch and splattered on the pavement below. Hot urine ran down, warming her legs as it pressed tightly against them by her tight leggings. The stain was wide and dripped as Mary-Ann started to walk again, out of her puddle.
“You’re not even done yet boss!”
“Yeah but its already cooling down. I need that firepit!” Mary-Ann stopped and turned around
“Oh it can’t be that bad!”
“Fine! Here.” Mary-Ann stayed in place, and crossed her arms
Karenna watched the rest of her bosses pee flow down her leggings. The grey color was harder to see in the setting sun, but her actions were still obvious. It was a good feeling, to know that Mary-Ann was so willing to let Karenna watch her. When she had finished, the friends walked over to Nia
“You didn’t wet the bed, did you?” Nia asked, half worried
“No, but once I got out here, I just couldn’t hold it anymore.”
“Yeah, she came up to me and kept asking me where the bathroom was, and before I knew it, she peed her pants!”
Nia looked at both of them and shook her head “You ought to write a book Kar. You have quite the imagination.”
The trio laughed, and took their places around the fire pit. Mary-Ann sat on a log across from Nia, and Karenna took the middle. The conversation was light and continued until the sun went down. Even as darkness enveloped the trio, they still conversed.
“How’d you end up in real estate anyway Mary-Ann?” Nia wanted to know
“To be honest, it beat bartending. All you need to do is pass the test and know how to sell.”
“Easier said than done though, right?”
“Yes. But the market is also hot right now. Lot of people look good no matter what.”
Mary-Ann heard a faint sound coming from where Karenna was seated. The log she was sitting on was darkening, and her black leggings were glistening as the light of the fire bounced off of them. Karenna was peeing her pants. She didn’t draw attention to it though, and Mary-Ann decided to keep talking
“I worked under another company for almost three years before striking it out on my own. Right around then a girl named Karenna Bryant decided to apply and the rest is history.”
“And then the two of you started peeing on yourselves?” The trio laughed
“At some point, I guess so. Too late to stop now.”
There was quiet, a lull in the conversation. Nia spoke first
“Speaking of which, its kind of late, a little cold. And I got to pee.”
Karenna spoke up “I will say, the sand is good for one thing.”
Mary-Ann responded in a singsong way “Kar peed her pants!”
Nia kicked the fire out with a blast of sand. It was dark. As her two friends started towards the house, Nia stayed put. She closed her eyes. Tried to relax. She felt a rush. Then nothing. Nia attempted again to relax. Nothing still. She had to pee, but still, nothing. She tried again, this time she visualized pushing her bladder beyond her mental barrier and felt a rush through her urethra towards her pee hole. Then it stopped. It was as if she could feel her pee right at her opening, waiting to get out. But she couldn’t. She gave in, and caught up with her friends.
Nia ran up to Mary-Ann who was a few yards behind Karenna. Her thighs were twinkling in the moonlight. Mary-Ann was peeing. It was dripping off of her already wet leggings and creating little splotches on the ground as she walked.
“How do you do it so easily?”
Mary-Ann turned “Practice. Like anything.”
“Yeah but…was there ever a time when it was hard?”
“Sure! But I just had to push through it. It’s really challenging at first. But then it becomes something that you can do whenever you want. At your will.”
“I don’t know if I want that. But I just tried. I couldn’t.”
“That’s ok Nia. You gave it a shot at least. Thank you for trying at least.”
Nia nodded, and followed Mary-Ann, who had finished peeing, inside.
Nia made it to her bathroom and pulled down her pants. As she easily relaxed into the toilet bowl, she couldn’t help but feel that she let down her friend.
A/N: Need to shorten these, huh? Last chapter was 10k, and this one was 9. Either way, I hope you liked Nia's arc here. And the more time I gave her with Mary-Ann, the more I liked their chemistry, what do you think?
Edited December 23, 2021 by knockonthedoor
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A/N: It's almost New Year here, and I wanted to give you guys a little treat. I know updates have been scarce as of late, but with Christmas Parties and a brief bout with a stomach illness, I didn't have much time to write. I did today though, and here is the result. I hope it is a nice start to your new year! As always, feedback is not only encouraged but appreciated.
Chapter 5.4 Nia Learns the Price of Morale
It was an odd feeling, to wake up as a grown woman, and know that at some point in the day, pee would be running down your legs. Still, Mary-Ann awoke with this knowledge. It was even stranger, to think that she might have to teach such a practice today. It didn’t bother her as much as it probably would have just a few months ago. As she would have if it was just her, Mary-Ann picked out shorts that would show. A pair of khaki shorts that hugged her hips tightly. They went well with her red strapless shirt. It was comfortable at least.
Nia had beaten her to the kitchen again, and the smell of a freshly cooked omelet wafted through the room. As Mary-Ann took a seat, she could tell that there were three meals, and Nia passed her one as she sat down. One remained for Karenna, who was still asleep. Their conversation started casual, as Nia asked about her sleep and commented on the nice weather that they would have today. It then turned personal as Nia asked a pertinent question
“What did happen yesterday? I’ve seen Kar upset before, but never that worried.”
“A bad breakup.” Mary-Ann didn’t want to divulge anything personal without Karenna’s consent
“She broke up with Chloe?”
“So you know?”
“What- that the two broke up, or that Karenna likes girls?”
“Yeah…that she…you know.”
“Yeah. I know. I found out the same night her brother did. It wasn’t fun.”
“You and her?”
“No. Not like that, but she came to my house when.” Nia paused. She chewed her food “Never mind. I can’t. It was rough, that’s all I’ll say.”
“She’s been through a lot. Hasn’t she?”
Nia shifted in her seat. Then she changed the subject. “Speaking of going through a lot, I took your advice from yesterday. I ‘forgot’ to use the bathroom this morning. Could you maybe chew a little faster?” Nia nervously laughed as she asked
Mary-Ann took a large gulp of her water glass. She smiled at Nia as she wiggled in her seat.
“I have to pee too.”
Nia smiled back. It was a new arena for her, but a game she was willing to try.
Mary-Ann finished second, but she had hastened her pace. She could feel a slight pinch in her privates, just enough to know that she should use the restroom soon. As they exited the large house, they agreed to just walk today. There was great stress in a run that was as strenuous as the one they took yesterday, and to ask their bodies to take on that task again was provided little benefit for the risk. The two walked by the firepit, still with charred wood sticking upright, and past the small beach. As they entered the wooded area of the property, Mary-Ann noticed a large wooden platform just off the trail. It was too small to be a stage. She asked Nia what it was.
“It’s an elevated platform. We use it for camping out, because in the morning, you’ve got a great view of the lake.”
Mary-Ann’s face lit up “Oh! I haven’t been camping in forever! Maybe one night we could have a little campout?”
“We’ll see. I’ll ask Kar. I’d be up for it though.”
“Awesome. It might help her take her mind off things as well. Or at least mine.”
“Yours? Why are you worried?”
“Based on what Kar told me, Chloe might be going after me too.”
“You? What’d you do?”
“Nothing. But she might be trying to get Kar fired by posting something intimate that Karenna sent her. And tagging my company.”
“So delete the tag. That’s easy enough to do.”
“No. It isn’t. Sure I could delete the tag, but if enough people see it, it could cause enough of a PR nightmare that I don’t know if I could get out of.”
“I just don’t think it could be that bad, even if a few people talk.”
“Nia, I just leveraged the company, along with most of my other assets to buy an apartment building. If enough bad press gets out, or around my company and the value goes down…the bank could call the loan and...I’ll lose everything.”
“Oh. But from one little video?”
“Bad press is bad press.”
“Would you fire Karenna over it?”
“No. At least I don’t think so. She’s been awesome. A hard worker and prompt. Pretty much everything I could ask of her. Other than a sudden lack of production, I don’t think there’s much she could be fired over.”
Nia turned, her thighs were pressed together, it was almost time. “Do you two ever…play? In the office?”
“No. It’s probably the one thing that I’d actually fire her over. It’s a hard stop for me.”
“You’d fire her over it? I don’t honestly think Kar would ever do such a thing on purpose.”
Mary-Ann nodded “I know. It seems harsh. But I can’t have these two worlds cross, I know Karenna probably wouldn’t, but…”
“But what?”
“I shouldn’t. She trusted me when she told me.”
“It’s not like there’s a secret of hers I don’t know.”
Mary-Ann still wasn’t sure. But Nia had been Karenna’s friend for so long. She sighed, letting her worries out “Kar told me…she likes to do this in public. And I’m a little worried she might try and do it at the office. I feel like I have to be harsh with her when it comes to that, you know? To prevent it from happening.”
“Public? With other people?”
Mary-Ann didn’t say anything more. She let her silence answer the question. Nia asked another question
“Do you?”
“No. I did try it. Once. Almost got caught, and it’s just too risky. To be honest I don’t like doing it in front of strangers, or on things that I might ruin.”
Nia shrugged “I’m doing something I don’t really want to for her. Maybe you should too. Might be a nice treat for her. You know the kind of places her mind can go.”
Mary-Ann ignored Nia’s suggestion “Speaking of which, you ready?”
Nia turned around. They were about to walk up a small incline, it was nearly a hill. She crossed her legs, and with balled fists, showed her first true signs of desperation. She sighed
“Well. I have to piss. But I don’t think I really could…yet.”
Mary-Ann held her crotch. Legs already bent forward. “Alright. But hurry up, or I’m really going to start wetting on accident.”
Nia smiled and shook her head. She was really going to try this.
Karenna enjoyed her breakfast. She wished she had gotten up sooner. It was nice to sleep in, but she had been up late, her mind racked with worry and guilt. She knew what videos Chloe had in mind. She knew what she had said and done. The first few were more or less nudes. Some were quick clips of her hovering over the toilet. But not the last few. Those last few were more in depth, personal. One was a roleplay between her and Chloe, another was right after she discovered her love of wetting in public. If those got out. Karenna didn’t want to think about it. She knew the damage it could bring on Mary-Ann as well as herself. Chloe was right, when they first met. She was the worst decision of Karenna’s life.
As she had the day before, Karenna didn’t get up and pee right away. She held it while she took a shower, held it during breakfast, and held it now as she stood outside the front door. Her jeans would be the victims of her decision this morning, and Karenna wanted something else. Her situation with Chloe had created an itch. Something in her mind that she just couldn’t scratch. It drove her to be more daring, at least today. She walked back up the wooded driveway.
Mary-Ann had to stop herself. They were nearly at the same steep hill that they ran up yesterday. Today she was in worse shape, and the prospect of wetting herself loomed large. As she stood on the trail, her legs were bound up around each other, it was almost hard to tell which leg belonged to which side. She held herself as Nia turned to face her.
“I was thinking we’d keep walking straight down this path instead.” Nia pointed
“That’s, that’s fine with me, but…”
“Is it time?”
Mary-Ann nodded “At least for me it is.”
“I’ll try it too. I just don’t know if I can-“
“I’ll show you!” Mary-Ann interrupted out of desperation more than anything else.
She widened her stance, nearly losing the battle right then. Nia walked back to her and instinctively followed Mary-Ann’s body language. She changed her posture to match Mary-Ann, who began to give instruction
“So, what I did when I started out, was to clench and relax. You kind of alternate th..oh my…it…ahh!”
The shifting orders and fullness of her bladder were a shock to Mary-Ann system and she began spraying piss into her khaki shorts. It sprinkled and splattered as she tried to regain control. She wanted to fully let go with Nia. It stopped, but barely. There was now a wet patch that was large enough to touch both inseams of her shorts, turning them a dark shade of brown. Nia had a goofy smile on, anticipating Mary-Ann’s full release. Instead, the blonde looked at Nia and smiled
“Your turn. I’ll wait…for now.”
Nia took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She did what she had been instructed to do. She pushed. She relaxed. Nothing. She relaxed deeply. Nothing still. She followed it up with a push. Something. A rush towards her muff, it felt like an ocean rushing to the shore. But no wetness. She relaxed again. It was close, so close. She could do it. Then, maybe just a trickle. She could swear she felt a touch of dampness in her panties. Then came a loud splatter. She opened her eyes. Nothing, she was dry.
Nia looked to Mary-Ann. A dark patch was spreading down one of her legs. Surprisingly, it looked unwelcome. Mary-Ann’s face was scrunched and strained, yet droplets of pee were starting to rain down from her darkening shorts. She looked to Nia
“Please hurry, I can’t wait for you!”
Nia’s maternal and leadership instincts kicked in. She threw away her attempt and instead wanted to ease Mary-Ann’s discomfort. Nia slid off her black spandex and slightly bent her knees. In an instant, hot, clear urine shot out of her and smacked the dirt with a hard force. She explained to Mary-Ann
“Don’t suffer for me! Just go.”
Not thinking through her actions, Mary-Ann unbuttoned her soaking shorts and maneuvered into a full squat, her own clear pee spraying the dirt. She looked up at Nia, who was pissing a hard, fat stream of pee into the ground. Mary-Ann nearly had to shout over the sound of their streams wetting the trail
“If you want to just be pee buddies, that’s fine by me.”
“What on earth is…ahhh…a pee buddy.”
“On the farm, we’d have to make sure none of the guys, or an animal, were watching us. So we went outside with our pee buddies.”
Nia said nothing and moaned instead. She may not have shown as much desperation as Mary-Ann, but the basketball star had to pee. She spoke as her stream weakened a bit, laughing at the absurdity of it all and the good feeling from her own release.
“I’d love to be your pee buddy. I still want this for Kar though.”
Mary-Ann had mostly finished. Whatever was left pooled in her shorts as she stood and rebuttoned them. She smiled at Nia and patted her on the shoulder, the last of Nia’s pee stream splattered Mary-Ann’s ankles
“You’re closer today than you were yesterday. We’ll get there.”
Nia burst in laughter “Thanks coach!” She said sarcastically
Mary-Ann laughed at the nickname too, and when Nia was done, the two pee buddies continued their walk, one noticeably more soaked than the other.
Karenna could see the end of the driveway in sight. The large, ornate powered gate stood in her way. She wanted to be on the other side, for nothing else than the prospect of a stranger seeing her. She stopped, and put her hands instinctively in her pockets. A car passed by, too fast to see Karenna on the other side of the gate. Karenna sighed. No one was there to see the dark spot appearing on her warming jeans. No one could see it spread to the inseam of her legs. Only she could feel the denim weighing down with the force of her morning pee. Only she knew that she was doing it for pleasure. For comfort. And still, she wanted something more. What it was, she couldn’t define, but she knew it was on the other side of the proverbial fence.
Karenna looked down. The puddle was one of her favorite parts of the entire experience. One could hide the stained pants, pass it off as a spilled drink or as a wet seat that they might have sat down in. But not the expanding puddle beneath their feet. Karenna was still on an incline and the puddle didn’t stay put for long. It instead ran back down the drive way. Some streaks of urine were fatter than others, they carried more hot pee down the driveway. Others were skinny, and they made their way much more quickly down the path.
Karenna’s fingertips felt as though they were burning. As her hot piss had ran down her legs, they had felt it through her pockets. She took them out and wiped them down her hot, pee coated legs. The jean fabric glistened with the rest of her pee and more made its way out of the saturated fabric as she pressed it with her hands. She tried to stretch the fabric, but it smacked tightly back to her body. She looked back up at the road. Quiet. Empty. She had hoped, more than anything, that someone would have seen her. But it was just her, her sopping jeans, and the fence.
The house had started to come back into view. Nia and Mary-Ann had nearly finished their walk. Mary-Ann’s shorts had grown cold, but they were starting to dry now and the sensation was a strange one on her genitals and her leg. Happily, she asked Nia what had made her want to try their little game.
“I probably wouldn’t have, but when I saw Kar last night. She just looks like she’s in a rough place with all of this. I want her to know that I-we, support her. And I think this is a bigger statement than just a friendly hug and some words.” Nia spoke sincerely
“Well, actions speak louder than words.”
“If sports have taught me anything, its just that.” Nia paused as the two passed by the small beach “I just wish there was more to the game you two have going. Usually, if there’s a game, I want to win. But no one wins when you and Kar play.”
“We both do, actually. It’s just a celebration of our friendship. Something we can share.”
“Yeah, but that’s still not winning anything.”
Mary-Ann stuck her tongue out playfully, like she’d do if she was talking to Karenna. It was a shot in the dark, but maybe it’d help get Nia on board “Well why don’t you make one?”
Nia stuck her tongue out, equally as playful “Maybe I will!”
“Then hurry up and get out of the little leagues. Pee already!”
“Hey! I tried!” Nia sounded slightly offended as she started walking down to the docks
“And Kar and I are waiting for you to join us.” Mary-Ann said with a smile “You and her really aren’t all that different.”
Nia turned and shouted back “And you’re just like us.” She winked “Boss.” Nia turned back towards the boat and headed down towards it
Mary-Ann couldn’t help but smile. That was her thing, the little wink. She had learned it from her father, and Karenna must have picked up on it. Nia knew her nickname too. Mary-Ann felt touched.
She heard a noise and turned around. Karenna was walking down the driveway and had entered the circular end. She wasn’t too far from Mary-Ann, but hadn’t noticed her boss. Karenna looked dejected, sad. Mary-Ann saw her wet jeans and took a stab at cheering her best friend up
“Look everyone! Karenna’s peed her pants!”
Karenna looked up, she smiled, but contorted her body, pretending hide the obvious pee stain. She allowed herself to slip into a little fantasy
“Get them to stop laughing!” Karenna pouted her lips. But her eyes gave away her enjoyment “I couldn’t hold it and just had a little accident!”
“Little?”
“Okay big. Yours was a bit smaller.” Karenna pointed to Mary-Ann’s obviously peed shorts, as her boss walked towards her “I can’t believe Nia let you do that.”
Mary-Ann didn’t want to spoil the surprise that Nia had going for her friend she told a little lie “Well, she didn’t have an option. And neither did I.”
The two smiled at each other. Karenna relished the idea of Mary-Ann having an actual accident. Her boss spoke to her again
“Oh, and Nia said she’s taking us out on the boat today, so I’d get changed into your swimsuit. You know how to prepare for a boat ride, right?”
“Drink water?”
“I heard lime juice also works. But water, yes.”
“I’ll drink extra then, boss!”
“Save some for me!”
The two started walking towards the house.
“You had enough.”
Mary-Ann held the front door open for Karenna and smiled “There’s never enough for me, Kar.”
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Despite the now filling bladder of both Karenna and Mary-Ann, Nia had packed extra beverages in the back of the boat. Part of her knew that she needed to fill up on them, part of her innocently wanted to make sure her friends stayed hydrated.
The engine started up nicely, though the old fuel from the boats winter hibernation smelled a little stale as it burned through the motor. Nia took a swig from her water bottle, and continued checking the boat to make sure that everything was working correctly. Mary-Ann hopped aboard while Nia went about her business.
“Really? Jeans?” Mary-Ann was surprised
“Just for now, if something goes wrong, I don’t want to be fishing around for it with that much skin exposed. Things on a boat can get sharp fast. That’s a cute suit.”
Mary-Ann thanked her, it was a white two piece that covered her enough, but also showed off her efforts at the gym. The bottom was wide enough to cover her most sensitive areas, but hardly covered her butt in the back. Her larger, C-Cup breasts rested comfortably in their top.
“Nia? Help a girl out?” It was Karenna, and with her smaller size, it was harder to get in the boat, or at least, that’s what mind told her
Nia motioned for Mary-Ann to help her friend and Karenna, who was sporting a red once piece, the same she had worn on her first trip to the beach with Mary-Ann. Once she was on the boat, Karenna found a spot at the bow, and Mary-Ann leaned against the safety railing on the portside. As the engine hummed, Nia finished her safety check. She then disrobed, reveling a banana yellow two-piece. Her athletic build was obvious, and she had well defined, but not overzealous muscles. Her tattoos had become obvious though, and Mary-Ann noticed them for the first time
“Any of those have meaning, or do they just look cool? And they do look cool by the way”
Nia smiled “They all mean something." She paused "We’re all women right?” She unhooked her top piece, exposing her breasts and the large chest tattoo more fully.
Her smaller boobs made it easy to see the detail on her chest, though the dark ink was not as pronounced against her dark, swarthy skin. She pointed to the large eagle wings
“I had this one done for my mom and dad. He was in the Marines, and she was a police woman, so the Latin on the inside of the eagle is a combination of the police and Marine oaths, and they meet in the middle. Mom and dad made me, so…”
“I get it.” Mary-Ann didn’t need it spelled out
Nia pointed just above her left breast, above her heart “And this is our first championship year. It’s also the year Drew and I got married. And this one” She pointed just above her belly button “This one says ‘those who want peace, must prepare for war. But the guy screwed up the cursive and it just looks like a mess.”
“Like a warzone!” Karenna made a joke
The group burst into laughter and Nia put her top back on. They were ready for a nice boat ride.
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Karenna wasn’t expecting the ride to take this long. It was supposed to be a nice ride to some sort of bar. Instead, Nia was slowly taking them around the shoreline. They saw houses, uninhabited islands and the general beauty of the wide river but it was slow going through it. She was warm from the sun. At least the growing discomfort in her bladder was offset by the pain in her neck from straining to see the different sights. She shouted over the engine to Nia
“When are we getting to that bar? I need to use their bathroom.”
“Don’t pee in her boat Kar!” Mary-Ann was making sure Karenna kept her good sense about her
“I’m not trying to! I just might not have an option soon.”
“I hate to break it to you Kar, but it’s not a bar like a drinking bar. It’s a sand bar.”
“So they serve island drinks?” Mary-Ann wasn’t sure either
“No.” Nia laughed “It’s hard to explain, you’ll see it when we get there.”
“Can you at least go faster then?”
“Sorry Kar, it’s a no wake zone. This is as fast as we go.”
“Fine. But if I actually pee my suit here, it’s not my fault.”
Karenna became more open with her holding, grabbing herself while still stretched out on the bow of the boat. It wasn’t that she was actually so desperate that she needed to clutch herself, but the show of desperation was just what she needed. It was like her own little fantasy. She couldn’t get hurt here, both Mary-Ann and Nia knew that she liked to wet herself. She let herself slip into a little fantasy. One where she didn’t like to wet herself, and instead, was trying to hold it in front of her friends. It was hard to do much else other than physically hold herself. With the rocking and gyrating of the boat, Karenna couldn’t stand and dance the way she wanted to. Instead, she stayed in her spot, hand over her crotch.
Karenna’s need had become a serious problem by the time the group could see the town. From her perch, Karenna could just make out the tops of buildings. It was a small town, right on the edge of the river. She turned back to Nia
“Can we go faster now? I need to pee, like, I’m not kidding.”
“You can pee in two seconds, just let me drop the anchor.”
“We’re in the middle of nowhere!”
“And right at the sand bar.” Nia cut the motor and dropped the anchor
Mary-Ann got out first, taking a leap of faith based only on Nia’s word
“Woah! Kar, you’ve got to try this! I’m standing.”
She was, with her above average height, the water was just reaching past her kneecaps and thighs. Feeling playful, she kicked and splashed the water around her with her feet, turning from the boat. Karenna looked down. She shouldn’t have, but she started staring at Mary-Ann’s butt. It was perfect. And she was wearing the right outfit for it. It was the closest Karenna would ever get to seeing Mary-Ann in a thong or even naked. And she’d take that opportunity.
“Hey Mary-Ann, I think Kar likes your ass.”
“Nia!”
Mary-Ann turned back around. Her eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, but Karenna knew her boss was probably unhappy with her
“Well, stop ogling your boss!”
“You didn’t have to call me out!”
“But I did.”
Karenna felt annoyed. She knew she shouldn’t have been looking, but Mary-Ann knew how she felt. Her eyes showed her emotions
“Look, I’m sorry if that was too harsh Kar, but…here.”
Nia hopped out, the cold water touching her legs for the first time that day. She gave Karenna a hand and helped her into the water
Karenna stood, her bladder contracting. It sent waves through her body as she bent forward. The cold water caused her to leak as it shocked her system. As she waded to where Mary-Ann was standing, the water receded. It only came up to her thighs now. Mary-Ann, given her height, had even more room. Nia, the tallest of the three, made the water look like a kitty pool, the water unable to reach past her knee caps. Karenna wanted to let go now, but she could also pee dance for a little. She decided to hold it instead. Opting to clutch and pull at her suit. Nia smiled at her, a surprise for Karenna, who still believed Nia to be adverse to the entire game that she played with herself and Mary-Ann. She couldn’t really tell what Nia was thinking though, her friend was wearing sunglasses too. Nia struck up a conversation with Mary-Ann, who was still amazed by the sand bar
“So, I was speaking to Drew just before you guys got here. He’s a little worried about the market, does that effect you guys in real estate or..?”
“Yes and no.” Mary-Ann took up the conversation “Real estate will always effect the stock market, but the stock market won’t always effect real estate…”
As she continued her explanation, Karenna noticed the crotch of her boss’s swimsuit start to distend. Karenna had seen this before. Was Mary-Ann? Slowly, a dark spot appeared over Mary-Ann’s crotch. It confirmed what Karenna had sworn she saw. Her boss was peeing in her swimsuit. Two rivulets spilled out of her filling bottoms and ran down Mary-Ann’s thigh.
Nia heard it. She hadn’t noticed anything from Mary-Ann that would have indicated that she needed to pee, but Nia couldn’t help but look down. It sounded like Mary-Ann was using the toilet, with a strong stream breaking through her suit and splashing into the water, not far below her. The river water reacted by bubbling around the new stream of liquid. Mary-Ann said nothing, nor did she react. Nia decided to follow her lead, and tried to relax. She still felt a little bad for calling out Karenna, this would be a nice little surprise for her. She tried to do it. She felt the same rush. The same call to her genitals to let her pee pass though. Nothing. Blocked again. She tried again. Mary-Ann interrupted her
“Did that make sense Nia?”
“Um, yeah. I think I get it.”
“Make her recite it back to you!” Karenna called from her side
“You know I hated tests Kar!”
“And I’m not helping you out this time!”
“Guess I’ll just have to steal all your knowledge inside your head!”
Nia jokingly waded towards Karenna. She was quick, and her smaller friend was rapidly wrapped in a bear hug. Nia’s long arms held her tight. Karenna was laughing, over her annoyance for Nia calling her out. She did have one surprise for her best friend though.
Nia’s leg suddenly felt warm. An aerated hiss quickly followed. She pulled Karenna away from her, and saw that Karenna was peeing, and had warmed the water around her.
“Aw man, Kar! I’m standing in it!”
Karenna looked at her with her hangdog eyes “You scared me.” She said timidly.
“Pee over there then.” Nia splashed the water around her
“Don’t splash me while I’m peeing!” Karenna splashed back
“Ugh! That’s got your pee in it!” Nia splashed back again
“Hey, where’d Mary-Ann go?” Karenna looked over to where her boss had been standing
“Wasn’t she-“
Suddenly the water behind the two friends came flying at them, getting them both wet. Mary-Ann breached her body out of the water as she stood back on the sand bar.
“Did I win the splash war?” She said spiritedly
“You got me…” Nia removed her sunglasses and rubbed her eye
“The water kind of got warm- who did it?” Mary-Ann asked
“Nia scared me boss! She made me pee!” Karenna finished wetting her swimsuit
“I’d laugh, but everyone pees their swimsuit Kar, so you know, it’s almost normal.”
“Everyone but Nia.”
“Stop trying to make your friend pee herself!”
“You stop” Karenna splashed at Mary-Ann and lightheartedly stuck her tongue out
“No you” Mary-Ann got her back
“I hate to stop this arms race, but I did bring some drinks if you two want any.” Nia interrupted
Both Karenna and Mary-Ann accepted. Mary-Ann had a beer for the first time since college, and Karenna filled up on water again. She hated the taste of beer. Nia still had to go, and she was more than willing to accept more liquid. She wanted to join in, more than anything. She had seen how happy it made Karenna. How casually Mary-Ann had been. They were both great people in her eyes, and Nia was holding a little back. She had to be selfless. She needed to get over herself. It began to look like a challenge, and no challenge ever survived an encounter with Nia Armstrong.
Time had passed, but none of the women knew how much. Nia had to go now. More than she had anticipated. Part of her didn’t want to go in her swimsuit. That’d be too easy. She had seen Karenna and Mary-Ann go in all sorts of clothes, and she was not going to make her first wetting a simple swimsuit one. It felt like a cop out. Like it wasn’t on the same level as her friends had done. She had jeans in the boat though. She should wait until they got back ashore.
When the trio had decided to head back, Nia felt like her bladder was the size of a bowling ball. It clearly showed, and yet she gave no sign of desperation. She had felt this before. At ball games, functions, all sorts of public events where she couldn’t go to the bathroom. She had made it every time. It struck her, as she started the boat, that this was why she couldn’t do it. Her body had been trained, over the course of her athletic path, to hold it. To not need a bathroom until it could find one. That wetting her pants would have been a defeat. As they headed back to the house, it would be up to her to change her mindset. She’d have to start seeing it as a victory. Nia pressed her hands against her skin, just above her genitals. They were tender, a sign that she usually heeded. Instead, she took her building desperation as a road to get to where she wanted. She imagined herself, proudly wetting in front of her friends. To be part of that club. This is how she’d do it. It was gentle, but Nia felt something. With help from her minds eye, she had leaked ever so slightly. It was a first for her. A sign that she could indeed overcome herself. But it didn’t show. She didn’t want it to either.
As they approached the dock, Nia couldn’t help but admit to herself that she liked the feeling of holding it. She had trained herself to not show the same kind of dances that Karenna had displayed, but that didn’t dampen the strain in her now hard bladder. She could do it this time, she knew it. It was all in her mindset, and she had adjusted that.
Docking the boat was much harder with a full bladder. At least the anchor was on a winch. It could easily be adjusted. She had Mary-Ann to help with the ropes, but Nia still started to tap her foot. It was subtle, but she did have to go. Helping Karenna back onto the dock, Nia asked a simple question. But for her, it was a plea for success.
“You two up for a quick stroll?”
Mary-Ann had taken off her sunglasses. She was still in the boat, next to Nia. She looked over to the taller black woman and winked. Nia winked back, as she put her denim jeans back on. Karenna didn’t see the indirect communication.
“Mary-Ann?” Karenna asked while stretching. She had put a pair a grey sweatpants on over her suit
“I think it’d be good to get our land legs back.” Mary-Ann had thrown on a pair of grey leggings
With that, Nia had all she needed to achieve her goal.
It still wasn’t easy. She pushed and relaxed while they walked past the beach, but still nothing came out. She had to go. She had to go real bad. But still. Nothing. She tried pushing harder as they walked. She held it. Held it against her will. They walked the same wooded path that she and Mary-Ann had that morning. The same feelings came back. Frustrated she said aloud
“Damn it! How hard can this be?”
Karenna understood what her friend was trying to do. She had been leading the trio of walkers. If she could distract Nia, maybe she could get it to work. Karenna got an idea
“You might not be a wetter. But I do know what you are.”
Nia looked at her confused, as did Mary-Ann. Nia’s bulging bladder stayed locked.
“What?”
“You’re still ticklish.”
“Wait-no, Kar.”
Karenna’s turned and rushed towards her friend, Nia backed up the trail, her back hitting a tree. Karenna made contact, and forced a continuous laugh from her friend
“S-stop it! You’re gonna make me! Stop! I’m gonna”
“No way! This is too much fun!”
“Kar! Please!”
Karenna’s fingers ran over Nia’s locked bladder. Karenna gripped the swollen organ with her hand
“Are you ticklish here?”
Nia bent down, half crouched “Oh my God! Kar! Please! I’m going to p-sto-Oh my God! It’s happening!”
Karenna stopped and backed away a little. Nia was still laughing, hand over her crotch
“I’m pe-its happen…Ack!” Nia lifted her hand
A wide patch had been created on her jeans. It turned the dark denim nearly black. More than just a little spot over her crotch, Nia’s patch ran up the front of her jeans, from where her hand had been.
“I can’t believe…I’m peeing my…”
Two pronged streaks ran down the back of Nia’s legs. They were slow. But the crotch of Nia’s jeans still glistened, telling the story of what her bathing suit bottoms were going through underneath.
Mary-Ann proudly watched the event unfold. She looked to Karenna, who had unlocked her friends bladder. Karenna’s sweatpants were darkening too, a streak of pee ran down her leg, and Mary-Ann was surprised Karenna hadn’t made a comment on it. Mary-Ann spoke up
“Hey, uh, Kar? You’re going too.”
“What? I am?” Karenna felt her crotch and looked at her leg “Hey look, Nia, I’m doing it too!”
“Uh…yeah…cool.”
Nia didn’t look all that enthusiastic, the two fat streaks of pee down her legs had stopped at her kneecaps, her bladder was locking again. Mary-Ann remembered her words from this morning If there’s a game I want to win it. Mary-Ann knew what to say
“You’re not going to let Kar finish before you, are you Nia?”
“Hell no! She can’t beat me!”
A hiss erupted from Nia’s body. It was louder than either Mary-Ann or Karenna had ever heard. The fat, dark streaks that had moved at a snail’s pace hastened. The crotch of her jeans, which had just glistened before now suddenly poured. It was as if someone had stuck a showerhead down Nia’s jeans. A gusher of hot urine sprayed out of her crotch, as though it had just been pooling around her butt before.
“Hey look, Nia’s got her first puddle.” Karenna pointed to the dark dirt at Nia’s feet.
“Ugh...my flip flops.” Nia had started to pant from the strain. She spoke again over labored breaths “I can’t believe I…” She paused “Pissed myself…I did it…pissed myself” She repeated the phrase a few times and looked at Mary-Ann as she finished
Mary-Ann just smiled at her. Nia tried to smile, but what she had just done was still settling in. Karenna was taking her wetting slowly, releasing gentle spurts as she pleased. Nia stood back up straight, and turned around. From halfway around her butt to the cuffs of her jeans, they were blemished a different color. Not one part of her jeans were the right color, if they stood in the way of her pee stain. Karenna spoke again
“Looks good on you. I like it!”
Nia shook her head and turned back around. Palms out she patted down her crotch, unsure of what to make of her warm stain.
Karenna started to walk back towards the house, pee occasionally spurting out as she continued to clench and release. It was a new sensation for her. Something different. Nia fell back to talk with Mary-Ann
“You didn’t have to go too?”
“I went on the sand bar, you know that.”
“Yeah but you had two beers and like three waters.”
Mary-Ann shrugged “It’s your time now though. What’d you think?”
Nia stopped she itched at her pant leg. Then she rubbed it. “I don’t know. It was warm. Almost hot. Now its cold. Really uncomfortable.”
As Nia tried to peel her wet jeans off, they clung to her legs. She kicked off her flip flops. Bare feet touching the dirt path. It was still hard to get the saturated fabric off. But she managed to get it off eventually. Her yellow bikini bottoms were dark. Nearly every space on the front of them was covered in piss.
“Ugh…these are still wet. Do you mind?”
Mary-Ann shrugged. Nia slipped off her soaked bottoms, exposing her hairy muff to the fresh air. She rubbed her pubic hair. It was just as wet.
“I’m sorry you didn’t really like it.”
“Who said I didn’t like it?” The pair started to walk, Karenna had already made it back to the house. Nia’s bubble butt jiggled and bounced with every step. “Honestly, I hate this part, and the fact that it got heavy and cold all of a sudden, but..”
“But?”
“I did like waiting beforehand. It was like riding a roller coaster. And watching my jeans change color was fun too. I just, I don’t know. Wish there was more.”
“Like a game?”
“Yeah!”
“Why don’t you come up with one then? I was serious this morning.”
“Just one?”
They had made it back to the drive way. The house was not more than 100 or so yards away Mary-Ann smiled. Nia smiled back and continued
“I know before you said we can be pee buddies, but can we be regular buddies too?”
“I thought we were! But I guess you don’t have my number, do you?”
“No. But…I don’t know. Thanks I guess. I’ve got my mind working on a few games we could all play tomorrow and I’m already excited for it. Just kind of wish you joined us for my first one.”
“Now you sound like Karenna. But I can’t control when I have to go. Sometimes, like at the office for instance…”
Nia noticed Mary-Ann’s grey leggings slowly developing a dark patch. Mary-Ann was still talking, apparently unaware of the splattering pavement below her
“…and I’ll not need to go all day, but as soon as I get into a meeting that I can’t get out of, I’ll need to go.” Mary-Ann sighed “I don’t know, it’s just funny that way. Sometimes.”
The streaks got faster and the splattering became a puddle. Mary-Ann had to know what was going on. Nia pointed “As your buddy, or your pee buddy, I don’t know which, I think I have a duty to tell you that you’re in the middle of pissing yourself.”
Mary-Ann looked down. She had a warmth about her face “Oh. I guess I did need to go.”
“You’re either a great liar, or you’ve got an issue with your…you know.”
“I’m not a liar! I’m just a good story teller. And you know, even if we’re bosses or basketball stars, we all have to pee. Just sometimes, we don’t quite make it.” She smiled “Welcome to the club Nia.”
Her mind already alive with ideas, Nia was happy to be a new member, and excited for what tomorrow would bring.
A/N: What did you think of Nia joining at the end? Was it worth the wait? What kind of games do you think she'll have in mind? I have a few that the girls will play, but if you have any unique ideas, go ahead and let me know. This is your chance to affect the story! |
A/N: Wow! What a chapter! This one took forever to write, but man, is it worth it! We have something for everyone. Desperation, intentional wetting, accidental wetting, peeing, peeing into a container, its all here! And one special wetting to end the section. We aren't quite done with the games between the trio, there are still a few I want to include. The games featured in this section, along with the ones I came up with were suggested by @Infinity_Hold and @orangelion. Great work on the suggestions too! I loved them! As usual, questions at the bottom, and feedback is not only encouraged but appreciated!
Chapter 5.5: Nia the Ringmaster
Ugh, who sets an alarm for this? You would, and you know you’d never use the toilet again if you could. Karenna stood and stretched, her bare feet touching the carpet below her. If it was allowed or right, Karenna would have pissed herself right now. Through her panties and onto the carpet while she took in the wonderful morning view. Not today, not any day she was here. She wouldn’t do such a thing to Nia without permission. She and Mary-Ann had gotten Nia on board with their little game in any case, and that was enough of a win for Karenna. Yawning, she got dressed, wondering why Nia had asked her to get up as early as she did.
Mary-Ann watched from her barstool as Nia wondered around the kitchen, grabbing various meal prepping items. A knife here, a bowl there. Even a bundle of celery made the cut. The two women downed waters as they talked.
“What game did you come up with? I’m super excited!” Mary-Ann had gotten a text from Nia the night before
“You’ll find out when Kar does. But I do have one in mind that I want to play with you. Just between us.”
Mary-Ann raised her eyebrows, intrigued. She let Nia continue
“I got the idea between us when you started lying to me yesterday-“
“That wasn’t a lie, I was just putting a little twist on it. It’s one of my favorites!”
“Sure, call it what you want, but I was thinking it’d be fun to have a contest between us. We have to hide what we did from each other, and if we get caught, you call it out. It doesn’t count unless you call it out though.”
“So I have to hide my wet pants from you, and if you catch me, you have to call me out?”
“That’s right. If I have to tell you what I did, it’s a point for me.”
“Best two days out of three?” Mary-Ann took another sip of water “What does the winner get?”
“Loser has to take on a dare. I’m sure we can come up with good ones.”
“Starts today?”
Before Nia could respond, Karenna shuffled her tired feet into the kitchen. She asked
“What starts today?”
“I’ve got a game planned Kar. Thanks for getting up on time sleepyhead.”
Karenna looked around groggily. She rubbed her eyes “What’s for breakfast?”
“Got something special for us, Mary-Ann, will you take this and Kar, can you grab this?” Nia handed both girls an assortment of silverware, plates, and condiments. Nia grabbed the ingredients and instructed Karenna to lead the group outside. Hanging back to finish her conversation with Mary-Ann, Nia spoke
“Starts right after our little group activity. I can’t wait to win.”
Mary-Ann smiled back, a friendly, yet competitive fire in her eyes “You’re on, I’ve still got to think of a good dare. But I’ll get you!”
Nia instructed Karenna to take her share of the cooking items and drop them off at the grill, and Mary-Ann followed her. When the two had left, Nia turned and locked the front door with her key. She hid it before joining her friends at the outdoor grill.
Situated near the dock, the outdoor grill appeared to be worth six figures on Its own. With a small retaining wall far to the left, and closest to the shed, whoever was using the grill and its accessories had relative privacy. To the north there was an expensive view of the lake. The entire area was wrapped by a small foot path that led to the double doors near Karenna’s bedroom. The granite table top in the center was imposing. With outdoor barstools around each corner, it could comfortably sit six people. Mary-Ann and Karenna put each of their items that Nia had asked them to bring down near the grill. There are plenty of drinks, ranging from Karenna’s favorite, orange juice, to Mary-Ann’s particular penchant for water.
“I suppose we should start on these?” Karenna pointed to the assorted drinks
Before Mary-Ann could respond, Nia walked up behind the two.
“I was hoping you would. Anyone for a glass of wine?”
“It’s 8:30 in the morning!” Mary-Ann was surprised
“Yeah but this is classy. Besides, wine goes well with fish.”
“Ooh! What a treat!” Karenna was excited. Nia was quite the cook
Mary-Ann was less excited about the prospect of eating fish, but still willing to try it. Her initial worry when it came to eating fish so early in the morning was dashed when Nia began adding it to a mixture of eggs, spices and various sauces. Mary-Ann watched Karenna try to stay awake and sip on her orange juice.
“Got any coffee for Kar?”
Nia looked back, smoke covering her face as the fish cooked. She smiled and handed her friend a cup. Karenna took a sip and said with a smile
“This stuff always makes me have to pee.”
“Bathrooms up there.” Nia pointed to Karenna’s bedroom doors.
Karenna knew her friend was trying to tell her something. And she had an idea of what it was. Faking innocence, she wandered up to the doors outside her bedroom. They were locked. Karenna smiled at the predicament. She turned back towards her friends, who were just a shout away.
“Hey Nia, the door’s locked, I kinda got to pee, could you unlock it?”
“You can hold it. C’mon, I just made this great breakfast for you.”
Karenna looked at the double doors again. It was a dream come true, to have her best friend playing these games with her. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever expect Nia to actually embrace what they were doing, but she wasn’t about to protest. She sat down with her boss and her friend and asked
“So where is the key?”
“I lost it.” Nia took a sip of wine “Guess we’ll have to look for it.”
“We’ll have to find it fast, I’ve got to go too!” Mary-Ann added
“Why don’t we make it interesting? First one to make it inside gets to decide the next game.” Nia was confident that it’d be her
“I know one!” Karenna spoke up. She did have to go, but it was just comfortably sitting in her bladder as she chewed
“There’s no way you’re winning girl.” Nia was competitive
“You don’t know how much I can hold!”
“Not more than me!”
Mary-Ann would have said something, but the spice of the fish and veggie omelet was rocking her mouth. She had already downed one glass of water and was well on her way to finishing another.
“I know I’ll beat Mary-Ann though, careful boss, or you’ll drown.”
“Neither of you find this spicy?”
Nia and Karenna laughed. Nia took another sip of wine. “I put a little extra on. No reason.”
Mary-Ann liked the meal, but it was nearly too much, her belly was filled with nearly as much water as it was food, and she felt slightly bloated. Nia was taking her time, handling the spice and the wine in equal measure. The dash of extra salt she had added on purpose gave her an excuse to increase her own water intake as well. Karenna had her orange juice and coffee.
By the time each plate had been cleared, Mary-Ann could already feel the excess water in her system. It had cooled her down signifyingly and her bladder was starting to make its presence known.
“Can we start looking for that key? Soon?”
“No! Let’s make you wait.” Karenna said devilishly
“You know what, you go ahead Mary-Ann, I’ll keep Kar here.” Nia threw it back at her friend
“No! Don’t make we wait! See, I got to pee too!” Karenna spread her legs, and looked Nia in the eyes as she darkened the crotch of her red leggings
The baseball sized patch stopped as Karenna held back on, wrestling control of herself back from the forces of her own bladder. Nia’s hands gripped her thighs and held them back open, Karenna loved the move by her friend
“Oh no you don’t! You wait until I say you can go.”
“Girl, I’m going to get you back for this.” Karenna squirmed
“No way, I can hold my piss.”
“Not what happened yesterday!”
Karenna didn’t really care about the game, but the fact that Nia was forcing her to hold the way she was excited her. She bit her lip. The little show she put on with her leggings was trying to entice the rest of the contents of her bladder to empty. Karenna wasn’t quite ready. She had to a least try and play.
What had started as a tightness in her bladder had become a weight. Mary-Ann hadn’t been this desperate in a while. It was a nice deviation from the constant wetting that she had become accustomed to on this trip. As she stood and looked for they key somewhere in the massive property, Mary-Ann reflected back on the events that had pushed her and Karenna into their special relationship. Her own interest in wetting was still there, but as she reflected and pee danced in the driveway, she couldn’t help but feel her interest in holding it and actually making it was slowly being ignored. Sure she would hold it for her Monday meetings and during her land-lording duties, that was fun, but when did she ever play like this and make it? At least Nia was giving her that option, so long as her sleuthing abilities could save her. As she held her jean skirt to her crotch, she wasn’t positive that they would.
“Okay Nia, if you don’t let me go, I won’t even be able to start.”
Karenna didn’t care which way this went, she won either way. Nia relinquished her grasp of Karenna’s legs and the smaller woman got up from her barstool.
Nia watched Karenna get up and waited while her friend started back towards the direction of the dock. The wine had hit her as she knew it would, and as it had mixed with her morning pee, she could really feel it. Standing up more slowly, she hoped that her movements wouldn’t give her predicament away. Karenna said that she’d get her back, and Nia was positive that Karenna would follow through.
Karenna couldn’t find anything near the dock, nor around the back area near the grill, Nia couldn’t have hid the key there. She was comfortably full, enough to have fun if she let go, but she had only been looking for a few minutes. She owed Nia a little more. The wet spot on her leggings had cooled and served as a reminder that she still had more within her. It was almost soothing. She still wanted more. Her friends could see her wet spot, and they would say nice things. Or they’d lie and pretend to laugh at her. That could only be a substitute for so long. Her mind raced as she haphazardly looked around for the key. A stranger could react so much better to her partial wetting. Or a full wetting. She had to have one, another public wetting. She needed it. It would calm her, bring her peace. She made her way to the pee dancing Mary-Ann.
“Nice dancing skills you’ve got there, boss.”
“Have you found the key? I’m actually trying to win.”
“It’s not down by the dock or over by the grill. What do we win anyway?”
Mary-Ann shrugged “Not wetting your pants?”
“Seems like a lame reward to me.”
“Can you at least play along? I am trying to make it.”
Karana took a forlorn look at the driveway that led up the hill. She had a particular itch and one that she knew Mary-Ann wouldn’t let her scratch. Still, out of her feelings for her boss she sighed and looked for the glint of the silver key.
Nia stood near the grill and tapped her fingers along the wall of the outdoor set. She could hear the waves of the week lapping against the shore and the dock behind her. She had hoped that the two of them could find it, even if she had to admit to herself how much she liked the feeling of holding it, the thought of making it and winning this little game was enticing. She started to walk around the small foot path and up towards the driveway where Mary-Ann and Karenna were.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this Mary-Ann. Did you have enough water?”
“It was really good, but the spice!”
“That’s what makes it so good.”
“Can you give me a hint?”
“You’re pretty warm. Mpfh. I shouldn’t have said that.”
Mary-Ann looked down and saw Nia’s leg subtly grinding into the grass below her. She was great at hiding it.
It was beginning to get to the point where if she removed her hand she may not win this little game. She hadn’t considered that she wasn’t the only one who was actually trying to win. She knew Karana probably would just go, but Nia was the same competitor that she was.
“Hey, is this it?” Karenna pointed towards the path that Nia and Mary-Ann typically walked down.
As she watched her boss and her best friend walk over to where she was pointing she felt a surge of urine rush to her opening. She didn’t fight it. She didn’t push either.
Mary-Ann felt a similar rush as she bent over to examine the area that Karenna was pointing at but she clenched herself tight and pointed her toes towards each other. Her sneakers made the movement obvious but she held on. The panties under her jean skirt remained dry.
“That bad already?”
“I’m not kidding Nia. I want to win, but you gave me to much water.”
“I didn’t give you anything” Nia said with a knowing smile.
She swayed her hips in mounting desperation, and looked towards Karenna.
“Oh. Hey I think Karenna’s starting to lose!”
Mary-Ann looked towards her friend. Her deep red leggings had turned even darker shade of violet down her size and a little bit of liquid could be seen moving down towards the ground. Karenna was clearly enjoying her own game.
“Having fun Kar?”
“I’d do this all the time if I could!”
Nia spoke in a low tone to Mary-Ann.
“Is she serious?”
Mary-Ann nodded
“And you?” Nia asked
“Eh, sometimes I want to make it.”
“You and me both. But this is fun!”
“So long as I can actually find this thing, c’mon Nia, give me a hint or I’m next!”
“Hmm….” Nia waited “nah, your close enough.”
Mary-Ann groaned as she bent over again. It was starting to hurt and push against her muscles and yet she still tightened them. She heard footsteps approaching, and by the squish and the slap of wet fabric, she knew it was Karenna.
“Girl, you lost hard, you weren’t even close.”
“I feel better though. And besides” a loud hiss erupted from Karenna. It was brief. “ahhh”
Nia watched as the already inundated fabric was washed over by more hot urine. Small droplets fell from Karenna’s butt as her friend finished her sentence
“I had fun.”
Nia didn’t respond as she studied what her friend had done. It was still so alien to her to enjoy the feeling, especially to the point of losing a competitive challenge. Hoping Mary-Ann would hurry, Nia started to bounce her knees. Wine was her diuretic and every second that she had to wait for that key to be found added another pound of pressure to her filling bladder. But this was the competition. The same fire that drove her to the apex of her sport, pushing through pain, brought her some pleasure now. Another spasm had her rubbing her bouncing thighs.
“Oh, so the stoic athlete does need to pee. You know you want to join me Nia.”
“No Kar, I happen to like holding on. Mary-Ann’ll find the key. She’s close, then I’ll pee like normal. That’s my kind of fun. My game.”
“Oooo! Speaking of game, what if you had to go this bad during an actual game?”
“It probably happens ten times a year. No joke.” Nia started holding herself
Karenna gasped, the imagery popping into her mind’s eye “Nia! What if…what if you were in the middle of a big game…and in front of all those people. The crowds. What if they all watched you while you started peeing your pants right there on the court?”
The thought should have been revolting to Nia. It should have disgusted her. But a small tinge- a shot of electricity activated in a part of her mind that she didn’t know was dormant. What if? No-no you’re doing this for Kar, not you. You’ll be normal again once they leave. The idea of having people watch her didn’t leave. Nia broke the silence with a weak response
“No…c’mon Kar. I-I could hold it.”
Karenna delighted in the silence. Would Nia like to wet in public too? She pressed
“Maybe if you were in a long line. And you have to go as bad as you do now, and others are watching you as you pounded on the door. Girl, you know want to try it.”
“K-kar please. N-no I don’t.”
Nia had never heard this from her friend. The shy Karenna she had grown up with was long gone, she knew that. But this serpentine voice was different. Karenna spoke of desire, and plainly so. The bushes rustled, and Mary-Ann stepped out, saving Nia from denying herself again.
“This is impossible!”
“Giving up?”
“No. But, help?”
“Sorry, Nia can’t she was just telling me about how badly she wants to do this in public.”
“Kar! I was not!”
“S-s-stop projecting Kar…Nia, help?”
“You’re standing right in front ah-“ Nia felt a spasm. She was determined to win. She held it “…of it. By the water.”
Mary-Ann hobbled over towards the sticks and muck of the shore. Karenna worked on Nia some more
“Just let go- and pretend everyone is watching. Judging. Taking pictures.”
“Kar! Stop.” Nia said firmly
Karenna obliged. But she still had a goal in mind. She just had to wear down her friend.
“Got it!” Mary-Ann popped up, her hand covered in mud
“I’ll take that!” Nia plucked the key from Mary-Ann’s hand
As she turned around, Karenna stood with a wide grin.
“Kar, no. Mary-Ann found the key, I have it. We’re going to go like civilized humans.”
“Not if I win my game.”
“What game?”
“Squeeze the pee out of Nia!”
“N-n-no- Kar…”
The smaller woman in pee coated leggings ran towards her tall friend. Mary-Ann held herself as she watched.
Karenna may have had a height disadvantage, but she used her small frame to wrap around Nia’s swollen abdomen. Like a spider, she found herself wedged between Nia’s legs.
“Kar! No!” Nia tried to speak between laughs.
She tried pulling her friend off of her but the pressure of holding it and laughing sapped enough of her upper body strength that Karenna was impossible to force off of her. Her friend went in for the kill shot.
Karenna slapped Nia’s bladder. With her torso right up against the crotch of her friends jeans, Karenna could feel the heat of Nia’s pussy. She smacked again, harder. A new sensation. Warm fabric
“Uh! Nia’s peeing!”
“No! Get off me and I can…”
Karenna interrupted. The words coming out of her were not her own but the words of some seductress puppeting her mouth and molding her words. She spoke softly to Nia.
“You’re there. In line. Pounding desperately at the door. It’s already started. You’ve lost. You’re peeing your jeans for everyone to see.”
Nia tried to resist, she tried to deny that small fire that had started in the back of her mind. But her womanhood tingled with excitement. She was there. As her urine easily flowed out of her hairy muff and into her jeans, she put herself there. In front of all those nameless faces. The hiss that accompanied her strong stream was an audible one, the fantasy of doing so for an audience made her second time wetting herself that much easier.
Karenna could see it in Nia’s eyes. She looked off in the distance and Karenna knew her messaging had gotten through. That she and Nia shared something that Karenna herself had just discovered. That their friendship could grow even in this act. Her shirt started to dampen and absorb Nia’s excess pee from her jeans.
“Well, my work is done, let me just get out of here-“
“Oh no you don’t” Nia grabbed Karenna by the shoulders, dropping the key. “You made me go, you’ll stay for the whole thing.”
“You’re getting pee on my shirt!”
“Is that my problem?”
Karenna stopped squirming and let Nia go on and over her. Nia slipped back into her fantasy. She had moved past the locked door scenario that Karenna had suggested and onto one of her own. The press conference. It had happened before. She’d be desperate after a game, but as the captain, she had questions to answer. Before she’d grin and bear it, but in her mind now, she wasn’t able to hold it. She hated the mundane questions anyway, maybe this would give them a real story. She fully relaxed into it, letting Karenna drop with a thud into her puddle as the rest of her urine ran out over her shoes and onto the ground.
Mary-Ann hobbled over to the now wet Nia and Karenna and grabbed the key for herself.
“Now I’m going to go like a civilized human.”
Nia looked down at Karenna, who looked back at her. The two looked at Mary-Ann, then back at each other. A smile on both their faces.
“I shouldn’t have said that…”
Nia used her long arms to grab Mary-Ann’s wrists, and Karenna rolled forward, grabbing her ankles with her hands. She was now fully soaking in Nia’s puddle.
“I’ve got her!” She called to Nia
“You know, Karenna keeps doing this to me. I wonder if-“
“Don’t touch my…” A loud but dull pattering could quickly be heard underneath Mary-Ann “bladder.”
“Don’t tell me I scared you.”
“No! I already was leaking while you were going, and while I was talking I was spirting and…and…I really had to go. This-this is kind of an accident.”
Karenna spit and sputtered, the splashing flow from her boss’s urine was smacking the ground hard enough to splatter her. It got on her face and some bounced into her hair.
“You can let go of my legs Kar. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I think she wants you to pee on her!”
“No-no I don’t!”
Karenna rolled up to stand, catching a glimpse of Mary-Ann’s panties under her skirt. They were heavily distended, unable to cope with the copious amount of liquid that was pouring out of her full bladder. She stood, her shirt wet with her boss’s and her friends pee. She took it off and rung it out, showing her black bra to the world. Mary-Ann spoke as her bladder finally started emptying
“So what do we get for losing?”
“Are you done?”
“Almost. I needed that.”
“Right, well, can you walk and pee?”
Mary-Ann smiled and let Nia lead the group as Mary-Ann finished peeing her panties.
Nia led them back to the grill area where they had started and sat them back down at the table. She reached into a bin that was near the grill and pulled out a large gallon jug of water. Then another, then another.
“I made three of these just in case. Whoever lost had to finish one of these before they could go back inside.”
She lifted each full jug onto the table and poured a glass for each of them. Karenna got an idea.
“We should see who can refill theirs the highest.”
“What? Measure ourselves?” Mary-Ann asked
“Yeah. I want to prove to you guys that I don’t have a small bladder. I just pee when I want to.”
“You don’t seem to be very good at holding it Kar.” Nia was peeling her jeans off before she sat back down
“I can hold it! You’ll see!”
Before starting her journey into a full gallon jug, Mary-Ann decided to add to the small pile of clothes. She pulled off her panties and tossed the soiled pair onto the deck with the other articles of clothing. Nia, who was now bottomless, didn’t seem to care and Karenna nearly came at the thought of her boss not wearing panties. As Mary-Ann downed her first glass, all three had begun to consume a full jug of water.
As the jugs continued to be drained into the girls bladders, Karenna decided to bring up her experience with Nia. Her own desperation mounting
“So, Nia. Is there anything you wanted to share from our game this morning?”
Nia looked inquisitively. Was Karenna really going to bring this up in front of Mary-Ann?
“N-no?”
“Are you sure? I’ve been talking with Mary-Ann about it. She won’t do it.”
“Goodness Kar, don’t make her-“
“I bring it up because I think she’d like it.”
“Like what?” Nia still wanted to seem innocent. She knew what it was now
Karenna looked back at the driveway, as if checking to see if anyone could hear her. She looked back “I like, and I have done this in public before. Mary-Ann keeps saying she doesn’t want to, but I think you might…like it.” Karenna shifted in her seat
Nia looked at Mary-Ann, who looked back at her, then to Karenna. The phrase hung while the girls continued to get desperate. Nia spoke.
“Let’s all do it.”
Mary-Ann immediately protested, Karenna couldn’t believe what she heard
“Really?”
“Yeah. It’s like that movie when the girls decide to do everything as friends at the end. If we all do it, we’ll be our own team. No one will single anyone of us out”
Mary-Ann shot-gunned more water.
“No! I can’t. What if someone sees me? I’m terrified enough of this thing with Chloe! Oh…sorry Kar.”
Karenna was hurt. A wave of guilt swept over her. She stayed silent. Nia steered the conversation back to her point
“You don’t think I’m risking it as well? We’ll go Saturday. It’s supposed to be a rainy day. There’s a park down the road. It’ll be the last thing we do together as a group. It has to excite you a little, right Mary-Ann?”
“Not really.”
“You’ve never wanted to do this in public? Even if you wouldn’t get caught?”
“How do you know I wouldn’t get caught? Besides…I did do it…once.”
Nia gasped “Really? What’d you do?”
“I got about as desperate as I am now and I went on a walk. I went up a little trail in the woods and I went in my pants. It was ok until my boyfriend caught me.”
“You brought your boyfriend along?”
“No. We were just friends at that point and I had a crush on him. I think…I think he saw what I had done.”
“And? He’s still your boyfriend.”
“But he probably just thinks I leaked while I ran. Not that I had done it on purpose.”
“And that means you can’t do it again?”
“I risked it once. Never again.”
“Tell you what. I’ll go first on Saturday. We both have reputations to lose. I’ll show you that there’s nothing to be afraid of.”
Mary-Ann looked at Karenna. The poor girl was struggling with both her water intake and with Mary-Ann’s comment. She sighed
“Fine. We’ll do it Saturday.”
“Alright!” Nia gave her a fist bump and offered one to Karenna, who was staring into the pile of soiled clothes on the deck.
Quiet. Nia lowered her fist. She sucked down more and more water. Being the athlete of the group, she was used to high intakes of water at once and was nearly two thirds of the way done. Far beyond Karenna and even Mary-Ann’s half empty jug. Without the sweat from a workout or game, the water was shooting straight for her bladder. She had another gulp of water. There was no way she’d be the first to go.
“Feeling alright Kar?”
“Too much water…ow”
“This’ll help.”
Nia stood from the small table and made her way towards the house. As she walked, her bladder jiggled and jostled s mush as her bubble butt. She kept herself tight as she used her pussy to hold it.
Mary-Ann had more water. She was almost done. But her bladder was too. She had just been through a long hold, and having another one was not wise. She didn’t plan to hold on long.
“I’m sorry I mentioned Chloe.”
“I knew you were worried. I should be the one apologizing.”
“How could you have known that she would do this?”
“You’re right. But…I still feel some responsibility”
Mary-Ann nodded. Karenna continued
“Are you worried about Sarah? She doesn’t hate you enough to take over, right?”
“She’s an opportunist and…and I have to pee. Oh my w-“ Mary-Ann shoved her hands into her skirt but it did very little as a warm spirt exited
Her bare minge was forced to hold onto a weak bladder. Mary-Ann wasn’t done with her water and still had more to hold. But her bladder was telling her that it was done. No more holding. It burned in frustration as she leaked again. Defying her angry bladder, she held it.
“S-she’s and opportunist. I-if sh-she c-c-an force me out.” She exhaled. Her brief battle won for now “S-she can make a lot. She’ll get our clients. And revenue.”
Karenna gave a depressed sigh. This situation was her fault. No matter what Mary-Ann said. No matter how many times she tried to push it way, she couldn’t.
“I have to pee…I don’t even know…” Mary-Ann looked longingly at her nearly empty jug
“Just go. There’s not enough in there-“
“I’m not a cheater!”
“Fine. Suffer.”
“Maybe...maybe I like holding it. Ever think of that?”
“Yes. All the time.”
Mary-Ann gave a nervous laugh. Their increasingly awkward conversation was broken by the sound of approaching footsteps. A half-naked Nia was returning with a trey full of snacks. Salted meats, some fruit, and crackers were placed in a decorative fashion around the silver tray. She didn’t show much desperation, but her swollen bladder was noticeable to Karenna
“Hey boss, I think our waitress needs to pee!”
“Bathrooms are for paying customers only! That’s goes for all of us!” Nia bounced to show her actual desperation as she played along with Karenna
“Quick, take a video of her boss! Get your phone!”
“She’s not the only one…” Mary-Ann looked at Nia, the water in her eyes showing the strain in defending against another contraction “I don’t think-ah!”
Mary-Ann’s body shook as she clenched her spent muscles. All of the pain and determination that was currently failing to halt her spasming bladder. It was more than a leak. A short, quick flow of pee ran through her fingers and onto her jean skirt.
“I can’t…do…it. gonna pee…” She said weakly
“You’ve almost finished your water, finish it and go. Please”
Karenna was surprised at Nia’s last word. It was a plea. She looked at her tall friend who was as still as a statue. Her leg was glistening slightly, and Karenna looked around to her friends backside. A small trickle of clear urine was seeping out of her friends public hair and down her leg. Nia was clearly at her limit and Karenna wanted to tease her a little
“It’s not so bad boss, Nia’s having an accident too!”
Mary-Ann was too busy choaking down the rest of her water to care or take notice.
“I’m not Kar! I just. Let a little out.”
The trickle stopped as Nia was talking. She had stopped it.
The two friends looked at Mary-Ann as soon as they heard the splashing of water. Mary-Ann had tilted the rest of the jug upwards and the excess water, though there wasn’t much of it, splashed over her face and onto the ground. In a quick movement, she whipped the jug down and under her skirt. Without moving her skirt she moved the mouth of the jug close to her awaiting genitals. Both Karenna and Nia didn’t hear a thing, but they saw Mary-Ann’s eyes close and her shoulders slouch forward.
Shortly, a new liquid was introduced back into the jug and the patter of a forceful stream was reverberating off of the sides of the empty jug. Karenna watched intently, hoping to catch a glimpse of Mary-Ann’s labia was she peed. Instead, she saw a water jug filling with more clear liquid and heard Mary-Ann moaning and mumbling incoherently as she relieved herself. Karenna was slightly disappointed that she didn’t see her boss’s snatch, but the fact that Mary-Ann had been so close to her limit was enough for her to enjoy. She still relished the thought of Mary-Ann having another accident at work.
Karenna was taken out of her daydream when she heard another hiss coming from over her shoulder. Nia had spread her legs wide and was filling her own jug at a much faster rate than Mary-Ann. The sheer force was nearly knocking it out of her hands. She too had her eyes closed, embracing the relief. Karenna couldn’t think of a better way to spend a morning. Her two best friends in the world were both at their limits and she was steadily feeling desperate herself. She couldn’t wait to join them and was sure that nothing but Saturday’s adventure would top the feelings she had coursing through her.
Nia couldn’t believe how good this felt. How she had held it and pushed her body to its limit. The sound was as sweet as the relief itself and the fact that her friends were watching her made her enjoy it that much more. She cared that she had an audience, and as she finished filling the jug as best she could, part of her imagined herself preforming such an act with the eyes of her teammates on her. She had been on desperate bus rides before, but never had she had to relive herself on the bus itself. The thought of her being the first in a desperate line of teammates with just one jug was fascinating to her. She opened her eyes to see that Mary-Ann had finished and put her jug back on the table. It was just about a quarter full.
Nia dripped into her jug for a little while longer before lifting it onto the table. She was just about even with Mary-Ann. As the two recovered, they couldn’t stop panting. The ordeal had been exhausting and the two had been at their limits. Nia still dripped.
“Quarter…quarter gallon. “ Mary-Ann said through labored breaths
“One liter” Karenna did the math
“Ow…I think that’s enough holding for one day.” Nia could hardly finish the sentence
“Right on…not even going to try for the rest of the day…” Mary-Ann concurred
“Do either of you know what time it is?” Karenna asked, she wasn’t close to desperate. Just enough to be comfortably full
“It was noon when I went in.” Nia realized how hungry she was, now that she was empty. She picked at the snacks she put out
Karenna’s eyes got wide “I have a call at 1 today! I can’t be drinking all this!”
“Better hurry up then and finish. You’re not even halfway!” Nia pushed her to do the challenge too
Karenna looked to Mary-Ann. “Should I? Cassie spent all month getting this guy on the call- he could be another huge deal. I can’t play. Can I?”
Mary-Ann smiled, high off of the release of her bladder. “Your call. You’re her mentor. Sort of.”
Karenna looked to the jug of water that still needed to be finished. If she could finish it, then fill it, she wouldn’t be desperate on the call, she hoped. Maybe Karenna could have her cake and eat it too. She went for it. She grabbed the jug and started to down the remaining water at an accelerated rate.
Time had passed. How much time, none of the girls were sure, but both Mary-Ann and Nia were downing the snacks off of the tray and each had a glass of wine. Nia stood, still bottomless, so that she was facing the water with her back to the house. Mary-Ann listened to her story about basketball while Karenna was to full of piss, water and crackers to say much.
“…I knew I had her when I got into a double move, and she bit on it. As soon as she tried for the ball” Nia leapt and pretended to shoot a basket ball with perfect form.
Score one for me Mary-Ann thought. There was no way Nia was going to catch her.
As Nia landed, her butt jiggled, and Karenna watched it jostle just under her friends pussy. She bit her lip and rocked in place.
“Anyway. Did you play any sports Mary-Ann?”
“I played some softball in high school, but I really liked track and field…”
As Nia listened, she leaned over the tray and gripped a small vine. She began plucking grapes off of it, and spread her bare legs behind her. As she was still bent over the table and Mary-Ann was talking, Karenna heard a loud and distinguishable hiss from Nia.
Her friend was pissing a hard stream onto the cement deck below them. The puddle rapidly expanded and was spaying Nia’s ankles with clear urine. Though her muff was hidden behind her pubic hair, Nia’s pink skin showed through her spread legs. It glistened with pee running through it and provided a stark contrast to her fawned skin. Mary-Ann was still talking, and Nia still listening, as though she wasn’t peeing at all.
Karenna’s own bladder wanted to do the same. Most of the time, Karenna would have gone along with it. But she wanted to play the game. She took another sip of water and her bladder objected, demanding to be set free. Karenna looked at her longtime friend, hoping she’d stop pissing soon. Her eyes met Nia’s.
“Kar looks like she’s about to piss or cum, and I can’t tell which.”
Both. Karenna wanted to admit it, but she instead continued to rock back and forth, adding a bounce to hold on to her stretched bladder.
“You’re running out of time to finish here Kar, better get to that last little bit!”
She still had two tenths of her water to go, but she was feeling bloated and full. It was a daunting task. As Nia finally finished peeing, Mary-Ann revealed herself.
“Speaking of pee, you don’t care about these barstools as much right?”
“They’re meant for the rain. Why?”
“You were telling such a great story about your basketball season, and I didn’t want to get up.”
Karenna looked under her boss’s chair. It was still dripping and there was a puddle underneath the stool itself. Karenna had been so desperate that she didn’t even notice. Nor did she notice when Mary-Ann motioned to Nia that she had scored the first point in their private game. Mouthing a curse, Nia looked back to Karenna.
When Nia noticed that Karenna wasn’t drinking, she decided to tease her playfully, as she had heard Mary-Ann do before.
“I knew it. You have such a tiny bladder Kar. I don’t really blame you for having so many accidents, your poor bladder just bursts.”
Karenna looked at Nia with love in her eyes. She didn’t see Nia as a sex partner or potential mate, but the light teasing and bond they shared nearly made her cry from the sheer joy. She nearly melted as Mary-Ann joined in
“I can just imagine your struggle on this call. Cassie will be leading the way with a great presentation, she doesn’t want you to ruin it when you wet your pants. How do you think she’ll react?” Karenna looked to her boss with pure lust in her eyes. Hopefully she’d take me. No! Cassie’s not into you, stop that. Nia grabbed her attention back
“Oh! You know what I’m going to do? If Kar doesn’t finish up, I’m gonna smack her bladder like she does to me.”
“N-no I-I can do it…”
“Better hurry.” Nia raised her hand- ready to slap
Karenna grabbed her water jug and quickly downed more water than she could handle. She nearly choaked and the water jug was nowhere near empty. She tried again and this time her bladder warned her against it. She had to clench. She had to drink. The cool water was working its way down her throat and her pee was nearly working its way out. She tingled, she hurt. She’d try to finish.
Gasping for air, she was nearly finished. Just a thin layer of water remained in the clear jug. One or two more chugs. She couldn’t. Lightheaded. Nia. Nia was going to smack her. Did she want that? She had too much water. She was nothing but water. Pee. She was nothing but pee as well. She poured more water in her mouth. The last of it. She spit it out and nearly threw up from the force of standing. Her red accented hair fell over her face as she pleaded.
“I can’t…take my pants…off-one of you.”
She maneuvered the jug to herself. She didn’t know if she was desperate to the point of broken English or if her brain was full of water. She hurt, everywhere. She only knew that and the fact that she wasn’t supposed to pee in her pants this time. She felt two sets of hands working on her now dry leggings. They were still stained from her earlier wetting, and clung to her legs. Once they were just past her kneecaps, Karenna let it go.
It was missing the jug. Some of her pee dripped backwards, over her butt and dripped into her leggings. Most of it shot forwards and sprayed the ground below. Nia gently pushed the jug that Karenna was holding closer to her snatch. The mouth of the jug made a seal around her pussy and the rest of her pee was caught in an increasingly heavy container. She must have peed on Nia’s hand as her friend helped her, because Nia wiped it against Karenna’s thigh. She didn’t care. She was peeing hard, but with little relief. At some point she stopped, but she was still full of water. She didn’t have a full comprehension of her surroundings as she sat back down. Nia took the jug and placed it on the table. Karenna put her head down and closed her eyes. She just needed a moment.
Did she pass out? Mary-Ann was shaking her as Nia rubbed her back. Karenna felt a little better. More alert. Her meeting. Did she miss it? How much time had passed? Mary-Ann asked her if she was ok. Karenna took a deep breath
“That was too much. Ow. But. I told you both. I have a big bladder. I must have filled that whole thing.”
“Um Kar?” Nia asked gently. She was worried they had pushed her too far
Karenna opened her eyes and lifted her head, her senses returning as her body tried to process the intake of water.
“You missed us by a bit. Mary-Ann has this at 800 milliliters.”
Karenna looked at her work. Mary-Ann was probably right. Maybe a little more or a little less. She had the smallest bladder of the group. She felt another sensation. She was horny. The smallest bladder verifiably. How embarrassing. How…humiliating Chloe had undoubtably awaked her to her submissive side. She had wanted this all along. She needed to be taken by someone. She burned with desire. She smiled at her friends, hoping she’d be teased. They were both still worried about her. They had to be prodded. Karenna spoke meekly.
“I guess I do have a little bladder…you guys won’t make fun of me…will you?”
“I don’t know, should we?” Nia looked at Mary-Ann
Mary-Ann looked at Karenna, Karenna smiled at her, telling her it was ok. Mary-Ann decided to let Nia in on one of Karenna’s practices
“You think this is why you wet the bed, Kar?”
Nia gasped “Really? You pee the bed?”
Karenna looked at her friend sheepishly. “I-I protect my sheets.”
“Should I be checking yours? You didn’t ruin my sheets did you?”
Karenna shook her head. “Unless you want me to.”
“I’d rather not. Thanks for telling me though.” Nia sounded sarcastic but she was trying to banter with Karenna, who took it well. Still playing, Karenna retorted
“It’s just hard having the smallest bladder in a group. Mary-Ann, tell her what happened on the way here?”
“What happened on the way here Kar?” Mary-Ann wasn’t sure how Karenna wanted to take the conversation and let her guide it
“You remember!” Karenna looked at Nia again “I really needed a pee break and boss wouldn’t let me. I had an accident…or two.” Karenna said it with a smile
“And then there was the old couple at the gas station.” Mary-Ann chimed in
“Yeah! And then- because I guess we can only make a bathroom stop when Mary-Ann is about to have an accident, I got left outside the bathroom door. This sweet old couple had to watch me wet my pants.” Karenna said with a pout
Nia decided to poke fun at Mary-Ann “You too?”
“Look, I just wanted Kar to know that accidents happen to everyone. Trust me, I had control.”
“Sure you did!”
Karenna smiled and put her arms around both Nia and Mary-Ann.
“I love you both so much!”
“We love you too Kar!” They shared a group hug
Karenna excused herself in order to get ready for her afternoon meeting while Nia and Mary-Ann cleaned up from breakfast and ensuing game. Nia carried her wet jeans from that morning over her shoulder and brought the dishes in. Mary-Ann carried in her soiled panties and the remaining cooking items. Inside, the two decided to change and go for a walk. A journey together that the two had grown accustomed to.
Nia found herself in her room before they left, picking out a new pair of pants to wear. It was striking, to be judging what pants to put on based on what they might look like when wet. Her wet jeans from that morning sat in a crumpled pile. They were balled up and out of the way. Out of curiosity, she unfurled them again. It was hard to get them completely flattened out again, but Nia studied the pee stain. It was hers, and undeniably so. The mental barrier that she had fought so hard to overcome had receded when she thought of. It. Is that what I want to do? Why? Why do I want this in public? Karenna wants it. She’s done it. Why me too? Nia thought of Drew. What he likes. She couldn’t make this a dominant act. Could she? Karenna would know. Panty-less, Nia decided on a pair of deep brown jeans and the same white top from that morning. These might show a little, but she had to hide her act from Mary-Ann as well. She was already down by one score.
Mary-Ann had changed into a lighter pair of khaki shorts. With her lead already established by one, she knew she just had to wait for Nia to try it and she’d win today. She wasn’t sure what dares that Nia could come up with, but she wasn’t about to find out. She was the one who had started all of this. There was no way she could lose to Nia, who was still just a beginner. Mary-Ann had also done this in front of her boyfriend who probably still had no idea. This was her game to lose. Confident, she walked out of the front door with Nia.
Karenna had gotten herself dressed in a much more professional top than she had worn that morning. A white blouse and her favorite grey blazer hid the fact that she was just wearing pink jeans. She was under dressed for the meeting they would be having, but with her phone acting as her camera, she could control what was seen and she had no anticipation of letting anyone on the other side know what she had on for pants. Her bladder felt irritated, bothered from her refusal to give it relief that morning. Karenna worried that it would give her trouble. But Mary-Ann had told her to play. Maybe she could get away with it today.
The ding of her virtual meeting app signaled that someone had entered the ‘room’. As the camera came on, it was Cassie. She had the conference room all set up and Karenna could see Anna just leaving the room. Cassie gave Karenna a wave over the internet.
“You and Anna doing ok by yourselves?”
“So far, so good. She’s so sweet. You two having fun?”
“Too much fun! No, but it’s been awesome.”
“Maybe I’ll be joining you guys next time. This year’s already looking great!”
“Ask Mary-Ann about that, but I’m sure it’d be fun with you here too. Hey, before we get started here, I have to pee, so-“
The conference room door started to open and Anna poked her head in. The clients were waiting. Cassie looked to the screen and told Karenna
“I hope this doesn’t end up like the concert!”
Karenna smiled and nodded. She was in trouble. She remembered her experiment from earlier in the week. If she let some out now, maybe it keep her desperation away. Cassie stood and shook the clients hand while Karenna let out a touch of urine. It hit her panties and quickly warmed them. She stopped. Now damp, she felt slightly better. So long as she didn’t get it on Nia’s floor, Karenna felt as though she might get away with it. Maybe she wasn’t in trouble after all.
The afternoon sun felt warm and inviting on Nia’s skin. Happily, she made her way through the driveway with Mary-Ann. The good feeling from the sun, the success with her large bladder size, and the new experiences made her smile. She put her arm around Mary-Ann in a platonic fashion
“Thanks for agreeing to go out on Saturday. You’re a selfless girl Mary-Ann!”
“Against my better judgement. I still can’t believe you wanted to go along with Kar on that one. You have a reputation you know.”
“It’ll be a fun new experience. I think Kar will love it!”
“But its not about her, is it? She said that you might like it. You know Kar better than I do. She doesn’t mean ‘might’. You want it for you, don’t you?”
Nia sighed as they walked into the woods. Mary-Ann had caught her. “You’re right, I guess. I want to try it in public.”
“Why? Karenna does it to get caught, and I guess it makes sense from her perspective. From what she likes, but you? You’re a leader Nia. You have people that depend and look up to you. You can’t be seen wetting your pants.”
“But that’s what makes it fun, isn’t it? To not get caught? It’s like our little game. You like that, right?”
“Yeah, which by the way, I’m going to win. But that’s just between us. No one else is going to see it, or judge.”
“But that’s why we gotta raise the stakes girl! Someone could see us, and that would be embarrassing. But they also might not see us and that feels like the point of the game! Besides, isn’t it more fun to pee on yourself because you’re out of time or options, and not because you just gave up?”
“Holding it in is fun, sure, but the best part about that is when you make it. Even when its on the side of the road or in a bush.”
“They both feel like they’d be fun to me.”
Mary-Ann shook her head. She couldn’t understand why someone with so much on the line if she got caught would be so intrigued. Maybe she wouldn’t like it once she actually did it. Mary-Ann could only hope.
Cassie was doing a fantastic job. Karenna knew what Mary-Ann had seen in her, and Karenna marveled at how quickly her boss was able to forge a gem out of the wreckage that Cassie could have been. Karenna spurted again. Her panties were now nearly consistently warm. While letting a little bit go at a time had helped in her desperation, it had also enticed her to let more and more out. In the middle of speaking, she spurted some more. This time it was longer. When Cassie started to speak again, Karenna stole a look at her jeans. A small dark spot, the size of a pencil tip was visible. She was running out of room, and still had a filling bladder. She looked at her watch. Just over ten minutes had passed. Karenna was in trouble.
Nia knew when she started walking that she would have to go again soon. Exhausted from her intake of water and wine that morning her kidneys were working over time and her bladder was unhappy. She still had to catch and then pass Mary-Ann by find a way to relieve herself in her pants without being caught. It was her game. She was going to find a way to win.
Karenna was now standing and marching around the room. She didn’t have much of a speaking role, but was there to watch and guide Cassie. It was the worst situation in a meeting. Or it would be for almost anyone but Karenna. This was her dream. She had been desperate at work too many times to count, but this was different. She had far too much to drink and had already been at her limit. It was hard to focus. Not because of her desperation, but her arousal. She had no escape. The bathroom was right by her bedroom, not more than six or seven yards. She couldn’t sit down and go during an important meeting like this. They’d all hear her hissing and splashing. Sorry guys, I have a tiny bladder and I just couldn’t hold it anymore. Karenna was sexually stirred by the thought. She rubbed her pants, partly in desperation, partly in arousal. Karenna was closing in on another wetting, content as she crossed her legs.
Nia didn’t want to hold it more than she had to. She was ready to go already, armed with a plan to distract Mary-Ann, she just needed to execute. This was no different than winning a game in the final moments Just execute Mrs. Armstrong Nia played her coaches words in her mind. She took a deep breath.
“Hey boss-lady, how have we never taken a selfie?”
Mary-Ann was ahead of her, she turned around “You never asked!”
“Well I’m asking now girl, c’mon over here!”
Nia positioned herself so that when she squatted down, her jeans would be slightly over the edge of the trail and she could hopefully run her piss over the grass. It was worth a shot. As Mary-Ann approached, Nia let a little bit drop out of her and hit the crotch of her jeans. It didn’t show, but it proved to her that she was ready. Nia squatted, her butt over the edge and hovering above the tall grass. Mary-Ann walked behind her and squatted as well, a big smile plastered on her face. As soon as Nia hit the button, she relaxed.
Nia expected another battle with her brain, which had fought her so many times before. This time, all she felt was a slight tickling sensation up against her womanhood. If her jeans weren’t becoming warmer and warmer, she wouldn’t have even realized that she was going. Mary-Ann was none the wiser. Duckface, kissing face, peace signs and more made up the selfies between them, and all the while, Nia was spraying piss into her jeans. The entire photoshoot took a little less than a minute, but it was just long enough for Nia to finish the ample amount of pee that she had made. Mary-Ann stood first, resuming her walk without taking note of Nia’s dripping jeans. The score was tied at one.
Karenna’s desperate hold was suddenly interrupted by a text alert at the top of her screen. It was from Cassie
How are you holding up?
Bad. Got to peeee! Karenna put extra emphasis on her need, though it was great
Me too
Before Karenna could respond, it was Cassie’s turn to speak again. As Karenna watched her get up to point and work the projected graphs on the whiteboard. Her movements were subtle, and if Karenna wasn’t looking for them, she may not have even noticed. As Cassie stood, she tapped her booted foot against the floor, occasionally grinding it into the carpet. Sympathetically, Karenna decided to let another spirt escape. As she tried to clench, more shot through and darkened her pink jeans. If she had been in person, it would have been a noticeable leak. Karenna wasn’t going to make it, and she knew that now. But she still needed to find a spot to let the rest out. Where that could be, she didn’t yet know.
Mary-Ann wasn’t concerned with discreetly wetting her pants. She had a point on Nia and was confident that her friend couldn’t score on her. The pair had stopped at the same clearing that Nia had taken them to on the first day. The air was just as clean as before and the view was equally as sweet. Mary-Ann had come up with an idea for another game as they had walked here, and she turned, with her back to the clearing, to speak with Nia
“Did you ever have easter egg hunts as a kid?”
“Heard about them. Why?”
“We should have a scavenger hunt tomorrow. It might be fun if we-”
“Aw, I was counting on doing a holding contest.”
“Why not both? We could mark a spot on the ground, and if you get enough clues to find it-“ Mary-Ann started to pee her shorts, just to give an example
“I feel like not wetting your pants is more of a reward.” Nia had to speak over the splashing of the dirt below
“Ok, then if you make it to the spot, you can go how you want.” Mary-Ann’s shorts where almost a mahogany brown as the patch spread to both her legs
“And if we can’t make it?”
“You have to use the bathroom for the rest of the day.”
“Guess I know which one I’ll be losing.”
“Cool. Easy forfeit for me. And I’m up 1-0 today already!” Mary-Ann finished wetting
“Fine, I’ll play for real. But you’re not up anymore. You didn’t catch this.”
Nia turned, revealing her wet jeans. Mary-Ann gasped
“Nia! When did this happen?”
Smiling, Nia told her “Selfies! We were taking pictures and I just.” She mad a motion with her hands to simulate a flow of liquid “let it go.”
“Look at you! Wow!” Mary-Ann gave her a high five “Score one for you I guess.”
The two friends smiled and continued their walk, now both sporting pee-stained clothes.
It was coming. Karenna couldn’t do a thing about it. She was propped up against the wall of the bedroom, a hand jammed deep into her squirming crotch. A bladder spasm, already invited by her earlier releases, burned through her defenses. She felt warm. Looking down, Karenna could see that she was rewetting the dark patch that already inhabited the crotch of her jeans. It slowly trickled down her inseams, but was fat enough to coat her thighs. Her legs shook as she made a decision. Waddling towards the double doors that led to the small porch, Karenna’s face was still buried in her phone. She had to keep a stone face. Cassie was presenting now, and she had to act as though pee wasn’t trickling down her legs and dripping onto the carpet below her. As soon as she got to the doors, she flung them open and stopped pretending that she could still hold her pee. Hot urine gushed forth. Quickly, it overran her pink jeans and turned them a dark, almost black color. Her body hissed with the speed of her pent up piss and the gush of her moist legs started to worry Karenna. Did they hear her? Cassie confirmed it
“Karenna? Is everything ok there?”
“Uh, yeah.” She smiled “I think. It was getting noisy in there, so I stepped out. Spilled my water bottle.” She lied. She had no water bottle.
As bold as she had gotten with strangers, she wasn’t horny enough to admit that it was scorching pee that was running down her legs. The group still couldn’t see below her waist. It was her saving grace. She didn’t want to ruin this for Cassie, who was close to closing the deal, but Karenna couldn’t deny that she more or less just had an accident while working. She even had the warm puddle to prove it. As she finished, the meeting resumed as though nothing was the matter. Karenna’s clit throbbed. This one was as real as she could get. During a meeting. The risk of getting caught was much greater than her other attempts at public wetting. She had a taste of wetting at work. Karenna was hooked. Cassie needed to hurry up and close out the meeting, Karenna was horny.
Mary-Ann was disappointed. More in herself than anything else. She decided to speak about it
“You know, I got to be honest, I thought I had today won. I can’t believe I didn’t catch you when we took those selfies.”
“Coach always reminds us, your opponent gets paid too. Don’t underestimate me Mary-Ann, or I’ll have you doing some sort of dare. Scratch that, I’m going to have you doing some dare, because I aim to win this.”
Mary-Ann shook her head, she had been arrogant. She’d have to prove herself again and take the first day for herself. A chance to try again was coming though, as the house came back into view.
Karenna had turned the shower on. She needed one, and the cover of the rushing water to mask her screams of pleasure. She was coming down off of her second climax. The meeting had ended, Cassie had closed, as Mary-Ann knew she would, and Karenna was free again. Panting and returning her breathing to normal, Karenna looked at her phone. It had dinged with the sound of a text coming through. It was from Cassie
What a meeting! Thanks for all that you’ve done for me, even though I can be difficult. You’ve helped turn my life around and I’m really starting to accept myself as a business woman. A serious woman. Thanks Karenna 🙂
You’ve come a long way Cassie. Good job today.
😙 I’ve got to know though. Did you make it?
Kind of?
Oh no! Was it like the concert?
Worse
🤣🤣🤣 That wasn’t water that you spilled, was it?
🤫
I’ll keep this one between us too. If it was anything like the concert, at least the neighbors got a look at your cute butt!
Karenna’s heart was sent aflutter. For a moment. Confusion then set in. Cassie was straight, right? Why was she calling Karenna cute again? Was she just being playful? It was Cassie. She could be. Karenna took a deep breath and sent a risky text back
You’re cute too! Don’t know if I’ve seen your butt though…
😘
What was that supposed to mean? Karenna shifted the topic slightly
It’d be rude of me to ask if you made it or not too
Yeah, and I nearly killed Anna though.
LOL what?
She was using the stall, and I didn’t want to wait. I used the boys potty instead
Urinal?
Yup, and Anna walked out as I was going and made a face. I hope she doesn’t think I’m a boy!
😆😆😆 You can pee standing up though?
😁
Karenna pushed the envelope again
I still owe you some time at your bar. When we hang out, you have to show me how to do that!
It’s a date! Have fun with Mary-Ann!
What did she mean by date? Was it just the expression, or something more? Karenna was confused. And horny again. She needed the shower.
The sun was hanging low in the sky. Hours had passed after Nia’s walk with Mary-Ann and Nia was preparing dinner for her guests. She still wore the same brown jeans that she had on for her walk. They had mostly dried, but a thin outline of a pee patch still resided on her butt. The heat of the grill was a pleasant contrast to the cooler evening air. It was comforting. Nia felt had a twinge in her bladder. She had recovered from the morning activities and, had the urge hit even a day ago, she would have excused herself to make a trip to the bathroom. But today was different. Nia looked back. Mary-Ann and Karenna were sunbathing. Mary-Ann still had her shorts on from earlier, and Karenna had changed into a pair of jean shorts. Smiling, Nia turned back to the grill. Hoping that Mary-Ann was too engrossed in her relaxation to take notice of the chief, Nia took a shot. She started to pee her jeans.
It all happened so quickly. Like her experience with the selfie, there was no impediment to her demand. Nia looked down, admiring the streaking wetness that effortlessly flowed down to the ground below her. Beads of pee had broken through the denim and dripped into a puddle that was starting below her. Out of curiosity, she grabbed her still pissing pussy. Her urine began to soak her public hair, and her pee began to splash in her now developed puddle. Damn it! Nia was worried the noise would give her up
Mary-Ann had been enjoying the silence of the late afternoon. Just the warm sun, cooler air, and some quality time with her friends. The sudden tapping sound and splashing of some foreign liquid got her attention. She first looked to Karenna, who was enjoying the sun as well. Her sunglasses blocked her eyes as well, and Mary-Ann couldn’t tell if she heard the same noise. Mary-Ann looked under Karenna’s chair, dry. Nia had to be the culprit.
Unsurprisingly, the dark, glistening streaks that now defined Nia’s jeans were the source of the noise. Mary-Ann had to call her out to if she was going to prevent Nia from earning a point. Part of her didn’t want to, Nia was obviously enjoying herself. But Mary-Ann also intended to win. She shouted loud enough for Nia to hear her over the noise of the grill.
“Hey Kar, is Nia peeing herself over there?”
Karenna gasped, though more for show “She is! I thought you had a strong bladder girl!”
“Everyone has their limits Kar! I’m at mine!”
“You know, you actually have good ideas from time to time.”
As Nia finished wetting her pants, Karenna started to piss her shorts. They too glistened in the sunlight. She looked to Mary-Ann
“I have to pee.”
Mary-Ann smiled back
“Me too.”
“For most people, it’s probably embarrassing to admit that you peed your pants in front of your boss.”
“Or for your boss to say that she peed her pants in front of you!”
“Yeah but you love it!”
“And I love you Kar. This has been a ton of fun.”
Nia watched Karenna pee her shorts from afar. She couldn’t hear what she and Mary-Ann were saying, but it sounded like pleasant conversation. This was it. It was strange to be in cold, wet, heavy jeans on purpose. Mary-Ann had been right however, it was about the bond they shared, not the act itself. Nia was finally starting to understand.
Dinner was good, yet uneventful. The trio ate in their wet pants, Nia had still failed to notice Mary-Ann’s wet shorts. But she did pick up on the complement for the excellent dinner. As the meal was wrapping up, Mary-Ann asked Nia if they could have a campout, should Karenna be up for it. Karenna had never been camping, but the idea sounded intriguing. When they had finished their meal, Karenna cleaned the table, and Mary-Ann held Nia set up the tent.
The wooden platform kept them off of the ground, and made for an easy setup, certainly the easiest in Mary-Ann’s life. Karenna was instructed to get the hunting sleeping bags that Drew kept in the shed for the group. By the time they were finished, the sun was nearly set. The girls started a campfire. As they walked, Mary-Ann spoke privately to Nia
“I can’t believe you didn’t notice this the whole time.” She showed her wet shorts
“Damn. Score one for you I guess. Congrats on winning day one!”
“What, you’re throwing in the towel already?”
“No, but I have an idea for a game, and I need my bladder.” Nia laughed
As she started the campfire, Nia had Karenna fetch wine and whiskey from the house and to bring as much as she could carry. It didn’t take long for the social lubrication to get Nia’s game rules revealed.
“Have either of you girls ever played ‘never have I ever’?”
“Yes”
“No” Mary-Ann was unfamiliar
“The idea is that one person says something that they’ve never done. And if you have done the thing, you have to put a finger down. I was thinking it might be more fun if you lose though, to pee a little. If you completely let go, you’re out.”
Karenna agreed to play in a muffled tone through her shot of whiskey. Mary-Ann nodded as she sipped some wine. Nia held up her fingers and went first
“Never have I ever…eaten a snail.”
“Who the hell eats a snail? That’s an easy one!” Karenna was enjoying her liquor
“The French do! But I haven’t either.” Mary-Ann corrected Karenna
It was Karenna’s turn next. She went with an easy question too
“Never have I ever…tried skateboarding.”
None of the girls had either. Karenna had grabbed a small bottle. She was tipsy. And almost done. It was Mary-Ann’s turn next
“Never have I ever…cried during a movie.”
Nia didn’t move her hand, but Karenna wasn’t happy
“Oh, c’mon! I cry at every movie!”
“Them’s the rules Kar.”
“mmph.”
Karenna leaned forward. In the light of the campfire, her dried shorts were now visible. The crotch of which darkened slightly, and a small stream trickled out. Karenna stopped it. She stayed in the game. It was Nia’s turn next
“Never have I ever…owned a cat.”
No hands went down. Karenna was next
“Never have I ever…been to a theme park.”
Nia looked at Mary-Ann who looked back at her
“What? I’m afraid of roller coasters!”
No hands went down. Mary-Ann spoke next
“Never have I ever…sent nudes to anyone.”
Both Nia and Karenna put a finger down
“Nia? You too?”
“Yeah…your brother Kar.”
“Oh my g-Nia!”
Nia grimaced “sorry”
Karenna shook her head and walked over to Nia, the two stood next to each to each other, and in front of Mary-Ann, to prove that they were wetting. Nia went first, her brown jeans now accepting her urine for the third time that day. As the crotch darkened, Nia’s legs shook. She grabbed her muff and was able to regain control, although barely. Karenna exhibited much more control, and held on easily for the second time. Nia squirmed as she sat back down
“Girls, I might be done. It felt so good…I want to…”
“Go girl! Do it, do it, do it!” Karenna was starting to get drunk, and shouted at the top of her lungs
“I’m not going to lose Kar!”
“Then go! It’s your turn!”
“mmpfh…alright…never…” Nia was squirming
“Nia’s gonna pee her pants! Nia’s gonna pee!” Karenna was trying to sing, but it was off key.
“Shut up! You’re drunk!”
“And you’re cute!”
Nia ignored the comment “Never have…never have I ever…owned a dog”
Karenna still mumbled to herself, her hand staying up, but Mary-Ann stood.
“Max was a good boy.”
“Did he teach you to pee outside?”
“Like this?” Mary-Ann let a little out, her shorts didn’t hold much
“Weeee! I like this game Nia!” Karenna was rowdy
Mary-Ann shook her head and sat back down. Karenna shouted her next question
“Never has I ever…”
A sudden hiss broke through the drunken ramblings of Karenna. Nia looked at the group
“I can’t hold it! Ahhh!” Her jeans soaked in it and her butt was drenched
“Let me feel!” Karenna stumbled as she tried to get up
“Leave her alone Kar!” Mary-Ann spoke up
“I just-I just wanted to comfort her!”
“She’s fine!”
As Nia finished, Karenna lay down on the sand, drunkenly assuming that she could rest there.
“Hurry up and lose boss. I’m tired!”
Mary-Ann looked at Nia, who was still soaking in her urine. She spoke to the relatively sober Nia.
“This was a good idea. But giving Kar that much whiskey wasn’t.”
“Agreed, just lose and lets get her to bed.”
Nia spoke as Mary-Ann let the rest of her bladder relax
“Hey Kar? Lets get ready for bed. It’s late-“
“Did boss lose?”
“Yeah.”
“Yay! What do I win?”
“Love and respect. Now lets get you to sleep.”
Nia walked back to the house with a stumbling and shuffling Karenna. The small girl had insisted on getting her pajamas, and in the interest of closing the night before Karenna got any worse, Nia obliged. Mary-Ann finished wetting her shorts before she kicked out the fire.
While Mary-Ann had changed into a pair of athletic shorts for the night, Nia returned with Karenna, who was rambling and laughing about something. She was incoherent, and Mary-Ann wasn’t about to get in the middle of it. Nia was a pro, guiding Karenna back to the tent once she had the girl dressed in her pajamas. Karenna had insisted that Nia change too, and she had done so. It was a very large tent, and able to accommodate the three women and their sleeping bags. Once Karenna had been led into the orange structure, she immediately flopped face forwards onto the middle sleeping bag.
“Night-night” This would be her final words for the evening
“Night-night? What the-?” Mary-Ann looked at Nia
Nia shrugged, and rolled over. Mary-Ann followed suit. Within moments, Karenna was snoring. It took what felt like hours for Mary-Ann and Nia to reach the same state of slumber.
In the early hours of the morning, when the predators of the night still roamed, Karenna’s bladder attempted to wake her. It needed relief. It’s counterparts in both Nia and Mary-Ann had emptied themselves at the end of the game, but it had suffered only a partial emptying. It was still dark, but Karenna’s bladder wanted her to squat, or wet. It didn’t matter. It was full.
Every alarm was sent to her brain, every warning that her bladder was too full was delivered. But it wasn’t received. Karenna continued to sleep, dreamless. Her over indulgence on whiskey had cost her. Her bladder was paying the price, and soon, so would she. These sleeping bags weren’t just Nia’s they were Drew’s. Still, her bladder was too full, and her muscles could only be tightened for so long. Her body was about to relax, and gave one more desperate plea to its master. Karenna slept, drooling on her pillow.
It was clear, but for her good fortune, Nia and Mary-Ann stayed asleep. All they would have known was that a suspicious sound was stemming from Karenna. It was not nearly as strong as her daytime wetting, and her usual hiss had been replaced by a slight trickle. Like a creek gently pushing itself over rocks, Karenna’s urine pushed through her genital walls. As her bladder fully contracted, the slight trickle had a small stream to it.
Because she was laying on her stomach, the first spray of nighttime urine ran up her pajama bottoms. As it reached her waistband, it spread around it, wetting the top. It then pushed forward, and began to soak into her shirt. The puddle then expanded downward, flowing straight from Karenna’s tight pussy. The puddle reached past her thighs, creating an unmistakable stain between them. As more and more pee flowed from the unknowing Karenna, the puddle expanded outward. The sleeping bag suffered the most. It would have been ruined, but Karenna had flopped down on top of it. It was just the outer layer that was saturated.
When Karenna was done, she had unknowingly been granted something she knew she wanted. Embarrassment. She had pissed all over Nia’s sleeping bag, and soaked her shirt and pajamas. She could only hope that Nia might want to do the same.
A/N: So that was 13k words! Sorry it took so long to publish but that's why. Who do you think will win Nia and Mary-Ann's game? If you guess right, I'll give you an interlude scene of your choice when those return. Do you think Nia will enjoy their public excursion on the final day? What do you think that'll do for her relationship with Karenna? Also, did you like drunk Karenna? I felt like I rushed the end a little, so we didn't get a ton of time with her, but you never know, she might return! I have no idea how long the next chapter will be, so it may be a while before I post again, but I am motivated and working on it! Thank you all for your support!
Edited January 15, 2022 by knockonthedoor
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A/N: Wow! What a chapter this one is for desperation lovers! Of course, we have a pee scene, which I think is unique in its execution, and we get to learn a little more about Nia and her character. My only question for this chapter is: Do you think she's a good enough character to get her own interlude once in a while? Would you like a scene with just her in the future? I hope you like the series return with this chapter!
Chapter 5.6: Nia Finds Herself
Nia awoke suddenly. If she had been dreaming, she didn’t remember what it was about. It was still dark, and a little chilly. She took a moment to gather her surroundings. She knew she was in her tent and knew she was in a sleeping bag, but it took her a moment to remember it. Neither of the other two women were awake. She could hear Karana breathing, and it sounded rather short. A little worrying given what the temperature outside must have been. Mary-Ann seemed much more comfortable. The next thing that Nia noticed was herself. She had to piss. Bad. Bad enough to cross her legs while she lay on the ground. Bad enough to nearly take her mind off of Karenna. But her concern for her longtime friend won out. Nia reached for her phone, and the bright light nearly blinding her. She checked the time, it was 3:34 AM. Using the flashlight capability, she shone it on Karana.
The poor girl was shivering, she had never gotten into her sleeping bag. As Nia shined the light further down she noticed a sheen on the top of the bag that wasn’t there before. She didn’t! Nia shone the light farther down, with a focus on her friends long pajama bottoms. Kar pissed the bed. Never really had a heart for drinking I guess. Nia was a little miffed that her husband’s sleeping bag was now ruined, covered in her friends pee. But there were other issues. She didn’t want Karenna to get sick, or worse still, hypothermia in these conditions. Needing an excuse to leave the tent for her own needs, Nia decided to get a Karenna a blanket from the house.
The walk out of the tent and onto the trail back to the house was filled with decisions. Nia could pull down her bottoms and go right on the trail, it would dry by morning. She could squat by the side of the trail in the bushes to find her relief, or she could pee her pants. It wasn’t an option she would have considered for her first twenty-four years before this week, but the events of the past few days had granted her that option. Kar would like it if you wet your pajamas too. Or you could use the toilet like a normal person. That would be what Nia wants. Her walk back to the house was otherwise uneventful, having won the debate in her own mind, she opened the door to the warm building. A package fell inside. She hadn’t noticed it there before.
Nia assumed that the girls didn’t hear the postman as they conversed yesterday. She carried the package to the countertop in the kitchen and flicked on the light. It was bright, and as she adjusted to the new glare of the room, it was hard to not hold herself. She grabbed a pair of scissors and opened the parcel.
The first item that caught her eye was a bouquet of roses. Her favorite.
“Aww” She let out an auditory confirmation of her feelings towards the gift, even as she pee-danced like a child
There was another, smaller box inside the package, but Nia pulled out the sheet of paper that covered it first. It was a note
Nia,
I know that I don’t always express my love to the fullest when we share our time together. Part of me worries each time that we part, that I was somehow not enough for you. I know this trip has been difficult for us both, but I want you to know that I love you. Thank you, for being my friend, confidant and lover. No matter what your family said or did to you, you stuck with me. Nothing that I can ever do or give will be enough to repay your boldness. There is only one word that can describe my feelings for you.
-Drew
Nia was overcome with joy. Her emotions ran wild. She wanted her husband, now. She’d give him everything, all of herself. She wanted to cry, to laugh, instead she smiled. She opened the small box and inside was a small silver necklace. It wrote love in Arabic. It fit her neck perfectly. Despite her best efforts to hold it, Nia started to cry. Tears of joy ran across her face, as her legs held her urine below.
Nia could only wipe her tears away with one hand. The other was balled into a fist, a sign of her desperation. She’d find a place for her roses later, Karenna was still cold outside, and she needed to pee. She quickly walked into the bathroom, and turned on the light.
She lifted the toilet seat up, and stuck her thumbs into the waistband of her pajama bottoms, and stated to pull them down. She looked in the mirror. Her new necklace glinted back at her. Would he want to watch me pee? Nia wondered if the games that she played with the girls could be sexual. It intrigued her. Perhaps the thought of seeing her husband more so than the act itself is what made her pause. Then she thought of her game with Mary-Ann. If she went now, she could get away with it in the morning, she was sure. Second guessing herself, she took her hands out of her waistband and put the toilet seat back down. Nia stepped into the shower instead.
She closed her eyes and pushed. At this point, Nia expected it to be easy for her to let go. It was, if she was with her friends. Alone, with the woman in the mirror, she had to face her actions. Alone, it was easy to question what she was doing. Alone, her body disobeyed her commands. Her bladder locked, though full. She tried, and she tried again, trying to wet her pajamas, as she had done before with her jeans. Nothing. She pulled her braided hair back in frustration. She sighed. Karenna had unlocked her bladder before with a slap. Nia wasn’t about to hurt herself. She thought for a second. Karenna had shown her something else too.
As her legs twitched she closed her eyes. Nia asked for a scenario to come to her. She often visualized plays before they happened while she played basketball, and as a result, her mind’s eye was well trained. It didn’t take long for her subconscious to construct a scene. Nia imagined herself, not in her pajamas anymore, but in her favorite designer jeans. She was in public, as desperate as she was now. Right in front of the bathroom she stood, with a janitor who was still cleaning it.
Her knees still shook, bent in a half squat. As she envisioned herself talking to the imaginary janitor, she pushed again with her muscles. Nia had some success. Please sir, could you move the sign? I know its being cleaned but- Nia grabbed for her crotch as piss sprayed out of her and melted its way through the thin fabric of her pajamas. Some of it splattered on the shower floor, while her uncorked bladder pushed the rest down the back of her legs. Her objective completed, she abandoned her fantasy and tried to enjoy her wetting. As her stream became its usual torrent, Nia’s pussy began to hiss. The fleece fabric was no match for her fast moving piss and what was left around her crotch only served to wet her ample public hair. Her pajamas were looser than the jeans she had been wetting for the past few days, and only some of her pee stuck to her legs. The usual feeling of wetness was there, but the fabric was only catching some of it and the strange feeling displeased Nia. The shower drain began to gurgle and accept her yellow piss as it flowed towards the hole. On top of the strange feeling her pajamas gave her, her piss smelled strong and concentrated. Owing its odor to her drinking the night before, the warm feeling gave Nia a full reaction to what she was doing. For the first time since her initial wetting, Nia was unhappy with the experience. This time, she wasn’t doing it for Karenna, but for herself, to win a game she had with Mary-Ann. She hoped it was worth it as it finished spraying out of her. After a few moments, the shower drain also went silent. Nia was done peeing.
Nia dabbed herself dry with her towel. She tried to preserve the wet stain on her legs while also attempting to stay hygienic. Why? Girl why did you do that to yourself? To win. To beat Mary-Ann. Its fun. You know you like it. Watching it spread. How warm it gets. It’s so cold though. And Drew got you these pajamas. You like pissing on things he bought you? Nia shook her head as she grabbed a spare blanket for Karenna. She told herself that she didn’t like the thought of desecrating her marriage like that. Still, another thought came to her as she exited the bathroom. Honey, I had an accident. Come clean it and you can clean me. Even if Drew didn’t like it, Nia’s body certainly did. She stopped just outside the bathroom, and with her free hand, touched her womanhood for a moment. Perhaps he’d like it because she did, or maybe one of the girls could help her figure it out.
Mary-Ann awoke with the sound of chirping birds and lapping water. The nylon sleeping bag had kept her warm, and as dry as the inside of her mouth. She smacked her lips and rolled over. Karenna was still sound asleep, lightly snoring with her mouth agape. Nia was on her knees, on top of the sleeping bag, slightly rocking back and forth as she texted on her phone.
“Mornin’” Mary-Ann made her wakefulness known
Nia smiled “Finally! I’ve been up for a minute.”
“Did Kar always have a blanket?”
“Um…no.” Nia hesitated on sharing Karenna’s shame “is…ah, never mind”
“Is what? You can ask me anything Nia.”
Nia took a short breath as she decided to explore the experience that Mary-Ann had delivered to her “Is…wetting your bed part of this whole…” Nia made a motion with her hand “…thing?”
Mary-Ann was quiet for a moment. Her eyes darted around the room. “Why?”
Nia pulled the blanket off of Karenna. The glistening black cover of the sleeping bag was now just damp, a full night of soaking in Karenna’s wet pee had done its damage. Her pajama bottoms had also stayed wet, as a pool of freezing cold pee had stayed in Karenna’s lap, between her legs.
“Karenna had a little bit of an accident” Nia told Mary-Ann what they both could see
“Little?”
Nia pushed the question aside and cut to the bottom line “Did she do this on purpose?”
“No.” Mary-Ann shook her head “She wouldn’t do this to you willingly. I mean- it looks like she ruined the whole thing.”
“That’s what I was hoping. She had a lot to drink. I know you two have your little game or whatever, but accidents still can happen, right?”
Mary-Ann nodded. Nia got back to her original question.
“So. Is wetting your bed part of this whole thing boss-lady?”
Mary-Ann knew that Nia was just curious. Still, it was private, and Mary-Ann didn’t want to divulge her entire habit. Her silence more or less confirmed to Nia her occasional indulgence.
“C’mon Mary-Ann.”
“Alright!” Mary-Ann sighed “I-my mattress is protected, yes.”
Nia’s initial gasp turned into a smile “Mary-Ann’s a bedwetter?”
“Not-not really. I-I actually haven’t used it. Yet. But-but I like the idea.”
Nia’s brow furrowed “Why? Aren’t you ruining your own thing?”
“Yeah, but, don’t you hate it when you’re all cozy and comfy in bed, and then you have to pee?”
“That’s just lazy.”
Mary-Ann shrugged “Don’t knock it ‘till you try it. She paused “Speaking of which, I’ll be like Kar in a second, I need a pee buddy.”
“I guess I could go.” Nia wasn’t quite full after her escapade that morning. But she had been up for a while again.
The two unzipped the door to the tent and stepped outside onto the platform. The morning air was crisp and bold. The sun had risen and sat just above the clouds. The morning mist was just about to leave the lake for the rest of the day. Mary-Ann took a deep breath and smiled at Nia. Nia smiled back and pulled her pajama bottoms off. Mary-Ann was still oblivious to the stain that had planted itself on Nia’s legs as she also slid off her athletic short bottoms.
Nia led the movement of the two without words. Rather than squatting, she sat her bare bottom on the edge of the platform and spread her long legs a bit. Mary-Ann looked perplexed as she sat herself down next to Nia. The basketball star explained herself as she let her second pee of the day escape her hairy bush.
“It’ll go through the slats in the wood. Besides, it beats squatting, doesn’t it?”
Mary-Ann didn’t put up a protest as the force of Nia’s pee hissed out of her. It first formed a puddle, and darkened the weathered wood under her. The puddle was unsustainable in any size however, and the platform began to drip her urine onto the ground below. Mary-Ann sighed in relief as she joined Nia, her bald pussy spraying out a much harder stream.
“You weren’t kidding, were you? You had to go!” Nia was surprised at how hard Mary-Ann was pissing
“You know what its like in the morning!”
Mary-Ann was peeing hard enough that unlike Nia, her puddle expanded across the wooden planks. It still dripped onto the ground below, but with enough force, it traveled outwards. On one side of her, it dripped over the edge, on the other, it ran towards Nia.
“You’re peeing on me boss-lady.”
Mary-Ann looked over at her puddle, which had made it to the outside of Nia’s leg and was running lengthwise down her thigh
“You could move.”
“I’m still going. Besides, it’s warm.”
“Oh. Um, you’re welcome?”
The two friends laughed as Nia finished. She stood and shook, her bubble butt jiggling as she did. Mary-Ann was still seated, finishing her own pee.
“I can’t believe you didn’t notice.”
“Notice what?” Mary-Ann’s stream stopped
“When I saw that Kar needed a blanket, I went to go get her one and-“ Nia showed off her stained legs from that morning as Mary-Ann started to pee again. “I didn’t make it into the house.”
“All on your own! Hey look at you, finally joining us in our little sport!”
“Not really, just getting a point on you in our game.” Nia smiled victoriously
“I’ll get you back, don’t worry!” Mary-Ann finished as her stream finally died down
“I got my eye on you.” Nia said as she made her way back to the tent.
Mary-Ann shook her head as she stood and shook herself. She dried the rest into her shorts and hopped off the platform. She had to go around her puddle and the patch the Nia left. An obvious sign that the two friends had enjoyed a relaxing morning pee together.
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It was the feeling of weightlessness that made Karenna feel uneasy. Was she sick? Not really. She had to be hungover. But where was her headache? Maybe it was because she hadn’t opened her eyes yet. As if it would have been possible, Karenna briefly told herself that she would keep them closed for the remainder of the day. The only thing that kept her firmly grounded in reality was the fact that her bladder felt as though it was tearing apart. She was filled with a need to void her bladder, and fast.
“Hey, I think she’s finally up.”
“Hi” was the best Karenna could muster
“Hi Kar” One of her friends was talking to her. She couldn’t tell who.
Karenna shifted as she tried to adjust to her wakeful state and full bladder. That was when she first felt it. Her legs were wet. No! No! Not on Nia’s sleeping bag! I hope its sweat. Please be sweat. Karenna reached her hand behind her and was greeted with a freezing cold wetness as she dipped her hand into a puddle. Damn it! I’m so sorry girl! For the first time in a long time, Karenna was truly embarrassed and angry with herself for her incontinence. Had she been alone, or in her own bed, waking up to wet sheets and pajamas would have been a welcome surprise. But ruining her friends things was not. She opened her eyes, not giving a second thought to her potential headache anymore. She looked over at Nia.
“Nia, I-I…”
“You wet the bed. I know.”
“I-I swear I didn’t do it on purpose! I’ll-I’ll by you a new one, please believe me, I really didn’t mean to!”
Nia nodded, Karenna’s flustered state was enough proof that she hadn’t wet her bed with any forethought or malice.
“It’s ok Kar. You had plenty to drink. Mary-Ann and I should have said something. After all, you have the smallest bladder between the three of us.”
“Mmph, I still ruined your sleeping bag.”
“It can be replaced. In fact, we got it from a local store in town. I was planning on taking you girls for brunch today anyway, which I guess is lunch now. Why don’t we stop by after?”
“I-I promise I’ll get you a new one.”
“Thanks Kar.”
Turning to face Mary-Ann, Karenna looked at her boss. Mary-Ann was texting, her phone’s keyboard giving auditory feedback with every tap.
“Hey boss, I, um, I still have to go. Do- do you think I could?”
Mary-Ann looked up from her phone and at Karenna “That’s not my call.”
Karenna turned back over and kicked the blanket off, showing and accepting her accident for the first time that day. Her pajama bottoms had stayed wet throughout the night, owing their wetness to the puddle that they had been subjected to. The cold, wet pool at Karenna’s crotch had done the most damage to her and the sleeping bag, and from her new position on her back, Karenna saw it for the first time. She looked at Nia, her eyes repeating the question to her longtime friend
“You couldn’t do any more damage I guess.” She looked Karenna in the eyes and sighed. “It’s fine by me.” She paused, thinking about her words “Go ahead Kar. Pee your pants.”
In short order, the puddle in Karenna’s lap began to ripple and jostle. New liquid was being added. Karenna sweetly looked into Nia’s eyes, the one who had let her indulge.
“I’m going.”
“I can see that.”
Karenna’s body began to hiss as her morning pee escaped and rewet the soaked fabric that had clung to her for most of the night. The freezing cold puddle began to feel warm again, and the damp fleece of her bottoms was wet again. Each droplet that splattered off her pee stream clung to her thighs and the light color of her pajamas became transparent. The folds and lips of her womanhood were exposed as she went and the drenched, soggy fleece began to give her a camel toe. Karenna could smell her morning pee, yellow and concentrated from her dance with the liquor cabinet.
Both Nia and Mary-Ann were silent as they heard Karenna pee. Nia watched much more closely, while Mary-Ann kept her eyes on her phone. She had seen Karenna wet many times before, and felt as though the time should be between her and Nia. After all, it was Nia’s sleeping bag that Karenna had ruined.
“Finished?” Nia asked
“Just about. You should try it.”
“I’m good. But Mary-Ann and I were talking while you were asleep. I think you’ll be interested.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, get cleaned up, leave the bag here. But Mary-Ann and I want to do a holding contest, which I’ll win of course. But what do you say we start as soon as we get dressed? We’ll go to lunch and get a new sleeping bag before we get back here.”
“But I just finished going. Aren’t you guys a little far ahead of me?”
“You need the handicap” Mary-Ann spoke up
Nia laughed “Yeah, it’s just not fair otherwise!”
Karenna smiled, basking in the light teasing “Don’t make fun of my little bladder! It’s just a little accident or two sometimes!”
The trio laughed and made their way out of the tent towards the house. Though it had been several hours since their pee break together, both Mary-Ann and Nia knew the real competition was between themselves.
Nia drove, she knew exactly where they were going. Her light designer jeans would show any stain, but that was not the reason she picked them out. They went well with her white top and matched perfectly with her skin tone. She wore them for good luck, knowing that Mary-Ann would not be an easy out. Part of her wondered if it was a good idea to have the ceremonial glass of water with the other two before they left, she was starting to feel it. But the other part of her wanted to show them both how dominant she was.
Mary-Ann began to think to herself that she should buy a new car soon. Perhaps not as expansive as the one Nia was driving them around in right now, but close to it. She picked a lose thread off of her black top and ran her hands down her legs as she sat in the passenger seat. The white jeans were the same pair that she had wet after her talk with Steven Warner. The ones that had been witness to Karenna’s first wetting. They had some value to her now. Not only as a symbol of what she and Karenna had, but also now for the fact that Nia was joining them. Mary-Ann wanted to win, but she wanted them all to have a good time first and foremost.
Karenna couldn’t believe that Nia owned a car of this value. It was worth more than the street they had grown up on. Hey, maybe you should be proud of your friend instead of worried about what she has. Look what Mary-Ann has too. You’ll get there. Karenna corrected herself for the little bit of jealously that she felt. The backseat was as comfortable as her bed at home, and Karenna liked the pillowy-soft leather. She had no grip however, and her dark jeans bunched and balled up along with her pink panties. She had picked her last pair of clean jeans.
As they hit the road just outside the gate, Nia asked a question that she had about herself.
“So, neither of you shared this with your partners, right?”
Mary-Ann shook her head. Karenna was quiet for a moment before she spoke
“I did.”
“Are you comfortable sharing?”
“What do you want to know?”
“I was thinking. This morning. I think Drew would really like this, but I don’t know. I want to do it in a way that he can appreciate too. I just don’t really know, you know, how to incorporate it.”
“What does he like?”
“Strong women. Like when I tell him to do stuff.”
“Ohhh!” Karenna could relate. She liked where this conversation was going “Can I overshare?”
“I think you’ve both shared enough for me. Sorry if I don’t really add much.” Mary-Ann added
“What? Just a little girl talk. You don’t think about these things?”
“I do! Just. I keep it to myself.”
“Well girl, what do you like? Getting slapped and your hair pulled?”
Karenna couldn’t help but get aroused at the thought of Mary-Ann using her body like that. The thought of Tyler mounting her was just as intriguing to Karenna as it must have been to Mary-Ann.
“No. Not really. I think sex is an intimate thing between two people and should be equal. There’s a give and take that should be respected.”
“Alright, have your virtue. Kar?”
“I like to have an accident and then be so embarrassed that I need to be commanded and told what to do.”
Nia blinked “Wow…that was…”
Mary-Ann finished the thought “Forthright.”
“You asked what I liked.”
“Yeah but…that’s so specific.” Nia tried to wrap her mind around it “So you're into that whole thing- I don’t think Drew goes that far, but-“
“I can relate to him though, I think we might like the same things.”
“I am not commanding my husband Kar. I won’t go that far. And I’m not about to tell him to piss on himself either.”
“So you’re saying that you want to be the one who does the wetting?”
“Yes. Yes I do.” Nia said confidently. Leaning into it for the first time. “It just seems so.-“
“Submissive?”
“Yeah.”
“Have you tried denial?”
“What?”
“It’d be hot to me at least, and maybe Drew, if you told him that he can’t have you unless he cleans your pants or he has to watch you do it…it doesn’t have to be over the top.”
“Is being embarrassed the main thing for you?”
“You know it girl! If I could just have one thing, I think I’d like to piss myself in front of like, a hundred people, and have them all taking pictures, and laughing…mmm…and the shock on their faces when I just can’t…mmmph.”
“Maybe Mary-Ann was right. I’d better cool down the conversation.” The group laughed awkwardly. Karenna toyed with it
“No, no, keep going. I like it.”
“Would second hand embarrassment work? What if he had to deal with his wife who had an accident?”
Karenna had her hands dug into her thighs. It was the only thing she could do to keep from rubbing herself
“Do you want to know what it’s doing to me?”
“No. But I have an idea.” Nia couldn’t help but feel aroused herself
“Can we get off of the sex talk. Please?” Mary-Ann was not amused in the slightest
“Fine. Thanks for answering my question Kar. I think I can work with this.”
The group returned to silence for much of the wooded travel, only speaking when they reached the onset of the little town. Each of the cozy shore-side buildings were a different shade of yellow, blue, pink or white as they dotted the terrain. The main street was slightly more compact, though none of the buildings were more than two stories. A long pier invited many different sailboats, fishing boats and speed boats to its docks. Street parking was limited, but gave the roads a compacted feel. Nia tucked the car through an alleyway and parked in a lot behind a row of buildings. The last before the downtown exit. As she shut the car off and slid out of the driver’s seat, Nia started to feel a familiar pinch in her bladder. Normally, she’d have led the group to the restaurant and used the bathroom there, but she had a different intent today. The girls knew it too.
The walk down the main road was longer than Mary-Ann had expected. While the small, local shops were cute and cozy, the dull ping of a filling bladder was ever present on her mind. Walking somewhat eased the warnings that her brain was receiving from her bladder. She looked at the sailboats. Watched them bob up and down with the gentle waves. It was memorizing, in its own way.
“You keep going any farther, you’re going to end up in the water!”
Mary-Ann had walked by the restaurant, caught up in the view of the lake. It was a small, family owned bistro, and Nia nearly had to duck to fit inside the small interior. The trio took their seat outside and waited to be served. The lake breeze brushing each of them lightly. Mary-Ann asked what everyone was getting as they browsed the menu
“I don’t know about you girls, but I’m thirsty. I’ll have a drink or three.” Nia was the first to speak
“Me too, do they have any specials?” Karenna asked
“These are big girl drinks Kar, not for you, you’ll pee.”
“I’m good at holding it!”
Nia laughed. Mary-Ann smiled behind the menu and spoke next.
“Nia, we’ve got to get back to running. I’m sticking with water, and you’ve got to stay in shape.”
“Oh, it’s the offseason! We’ll run tomorrow, I promise.”
“I’m not your mother, you can drink if you want. I just want to be sure you can afford payments on your car after we’re done.”
Nia smiled at the joke “I’ll be fine.”
The waiter came by shortly after and took each drink order. A water for Mary-Ann, a white wine for Nia and soda for Karenna.
“I thought you wanted a drink Kar?” Nia was surprised
“Eh, I really only like liquor, and I think I’m off of it for a while.”
“Yeah, why’d you insist on getting me into pajamas too?”
Karenna shrugged “Ask drunk Karenna. I wasn’t there.”
Mary-Ann and Nia laughed. The conversation remained light, the trio learned about the town from Nia and the topic moved on to sports. Mary-Ann found it easy to talk with Nia while Karenna stayed relatively quiet. It wasn’t long before their drinks arrived and the conversation continued after each girl had ordered. Nia sipped her wine while Mary-Ann gulped down her water and Karenna enjoyed her soda. The three went quiet for a while, the warm sun on each of their bodies. Nia ordered another water when the food arrived. Mary-Ann was on her second. Karenna had another soda and a water herself, feeling as though that would be enough for the contest. She couldn’t help but notice Mary-Ann’s crossed legs. Had she not known any better, it would have just looked like Mary-Ann was relaxing. But her flexing foot, which hung just off of her opposite thigh, was a subtle sign. Karenna knew what it meant. And it made lunch that much better.
“Ow!”
While the group was eating, Mary-Ann felt a sudden kick on her shin. Nia was tying to get her napkin back, which had blown off the table
“I’m so sorry Mary-Ann! I didn’t mean it!”
“It’s fine…” Mary-Ann rubbed her shin, each stoke putting pressure on her increasingly sensitive bladder. “Where’d you get those boots?”
“Right up there actually. We have to get Drew a new sleeping bag” Nia looked at Karenna. She intended it to be a friendly tease for Karenna
“I’m really sorry. I-I’ll buy you this one.” Karenna was genuinely upset. She didn’t mean to ruin Nia’s things
“No, Kar I was trying to tease you a bit. It’s fine. I actually believe that was an accident.”
“I promise it was.” Karenna took a sip of soda and followed it up with water. “Did you always have that necklace?”
“No. Drew sent it over, as a gift. We must have missed it last night when Kar was throwing her own party.”
Karenna smiled.
Nia continued “I have to read you girls the note he sent over. It was so precious!” She began to read the picture she took off of her phone.
“I know that I don’t always express my love to the fullest when we share our time together. Part of me worries each time that we part, that I was somehow not enough for you.” Nia’s voice cracked “I know this trip has been difficult for us both, but I want you to know that I love you. Thank you, for being my friend, confidant and lover. “
Nia couldn’t hold back her smile or her tears again. Mary-Ann smiled at the moment. Karenna batted her eyes, trying to stave off the emotion
“No matter what your family said or did to you, you stuck with me. Nothing that I can ever do or give will be enough to repay your boldness. There is only one word that can describe my feelings for you.” Nia took a sip of wine and a deep breath. “Isn’t that the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard?”
Karenna began to squirm as she wiped her eyes. Feeling both emotion and the fullness of her bladder “Wow.” Was the best she could do
“Can-can I ask about the family thing?”
Nia dabbed her eyes with her napkin and finished her wine. Karenna jumped in
“I don’t think Nia’s comfortable with that.”
“If you don’t mind Mary-Ann…I just wish people could understand that we love each other even though we have different…heritages.”
“What does it say?” Karenna tried to change the subject
“It means love in Arabic.”
“Oh, so he’s-“ Mary-Ann was starting to get the picture
“Irish. I’m the one who cares about the Arabic.” Nia cut her off
Mary-Ann nodded her head and went back to eating her lunch. She was behind the other two, who had finished theirs and worked quickly to finish up. It was difficult to eat delicately and quickly, and doubly so with a heavy bladder. Subtilty, Mary-Ann put her hand against the crotch of her white jeans.
Despite the content of their conversation, the heavy air didn’t last long. Soon, Mary-Ann was done and the trio awaited their check. Karenna rubbed her legs together under the table. She knew she wasn’t going to win, but that wasn’t the point for her. The public wetting would come later that week, Karenna knew she couldn’t go now, but the idea of showing off her desperation in public was enough to sate her for now. As the group stood from the table, Karenna got a look at Mary-Ann’s predicament for the first time.
Her boss was the last to rise, exhaling as she did. Mary-Ann was hunched, hinging at the hips. Her legs slowly uncrossed as she stood. With another breath, she stood, fully erect. Karenna stood on one leg, the other crossed over and wiggled on the ball of her foot. Nia showed no signs of desperation outwardly.
Inwardly, Nia felt the gravity of her full bladder as it weighed her down. The pressure rested just inside of her abdomen and sat on top of her genitals. It was pleasant, nice. To some, she was sure it was painful, but to her, it was a reminder of her victory over herself. She could beat her own urges and her desires if she chose to, and despite her clearly squirming friends, Nia wasn’t going to do the same. She had worked hard to keep such movements in check, so that they wouldn’t be caught on TV interviews or post-game questions with the local media. She enjoyed the games that her friends had taught her, but she would not lose her hard won skill.
Mary-Ann was worried. Part of her worried that she was going to be the first one out. She knew the rules. Being out means that you wet your pants, and at this point, it would be in public. She had to hold on, at least for now. It was difficult. The water from lunch and the walking worked together to send waves of desperation throughout her body. She and Karenna were following Nia to their first stop, a small store that sold plenty of hunting gear.
An older man dressed in camo greeted them at the door, and he instantly recognized Nia. Both Karenna and Mary-Ann wondered to the back of the tightly packed shop. While he and Nia small talked, Karenna and Mary-Ann had their own discussion
“Don’t you think bears are cute boss?”
“Sure…mmpf…until one is trying to rip your face off.” Mary-Ann wiggled in her white jeans
“If one came after me, I’d pee.” Karenna giggled as she spoke
“Don’t-don’t say that word.”
“Hmmm…why not?” Karenna pursed her lips, knowing what she was doing
Mary-Ann looked her in the eyes as she bounced. She gripped her crotch and crossed her legs. Leaning into a subtle squat.
“Do I have to tell you?”
“I like hearing it.” Karenna gripped her jean legs as she spoke
Mary-Ann smiled. It was an easy task to make Karenna happy, but between them, it was like their own little secret. She whispered
“I have to pee.”
Karenna and Mary-Ann giggled again as Karenna started to march in place. There was no room to sit in the packed store, and she was attempting to hold it with her legs. As she marched, she spoke
“You remember that time at the office?”
Mary-Ann smiled and shook her head “Which one Kar?”
“Pick one I guess, but why can’t-“
“You girls like fishing?” The store owner had left Nia to pick out a sleeping bag and had wondered over to the corner where Mary-Ann and Karenna stood. Mary-Ann responded
“Um, my-my father did…yeah.” She tried to hide her movements
“See, I really like this rod here…”
As the man began to talk with Mary-Ann, Karenna extricated herself from the conversation and navigated her way to the other side of the store. The entire store was probably as large as her apartment, and making her way through the displays wasn’t easy. She was poked and caressed by hanging gear, products and assorted camo items. The only positive was that it was easy to find Nia. Karenna danced in the isle behind her for a moment. It wasn’t getting any easier to hold it. The pleasant pressure that accompanied a hold was starting to give way to the pain of an emergency. Karenna never wanted to wait that long. The scars of the beration that Sarah gave her were torn open when she reached that state. She had to at least warn Nia.
“Excuse me miss? Is there a bathroom around here?” Karenna put on her ditzy voice
Nia examined the store. The L-shape gave few corners to hide a bathroom in.
“You know I couldn’t let you lose like that Kar.”
“I know.” Karenna put her hand back into her crotch and bounced as she spoke “But it’s starting to not be all that fun anymore. I’m serious, if we take too long here, I’m just going to go.”
“Here?” Nia was concerned
“No, I’d go on the sidewalk, but I’m not holding it ‘till it hurts me.”
Nia shrugged “Suit yourself. But try to get home, alright?”
Karenna couldn’t guarantee that. Even as she was still trying to hold on, pangs of painful desperation battered her insides. She couldn’t understand how Nia didn’t feel anything yet. As Karenna again started to march in place she studied her friend. As Nia picked out a new sleeping bag, Karenna noticed something she never had before. Nia’s white tank top showed her belly ever so slightly. Her muscles bulged through her skin. Nia was clenched, tight. Karenna knew the effects of both wine and water were felt. Both she and her best friend needed to pee.
Mary-Ann was no different. The desire to urinate had taken precedent and she could only think of getting out of this conversation. What they were talking about, and what her responses were, were irrelevant. Her teeth were clenched and her breath was short. The dull ache of a full bladder had become the throbbing pain of an overflowing one. The man would not stop talking about fish, or fishing rods. He asked what her father used
“Uh…um…I-I-I have no…um…no idea.” Her foot ground into the floor as she rubbed her thighs together
“He’s probably an old school guy like me. But I got to tell you the new X-Sport J-2 just came in and they got this funky app that goes with it.”
“Fine. I’ll take it.”
The man’s eyes lit up. He carefully pulled the rod off of the display and handed it to her.
Mary-Ann was forced to hold the rod with both hands at first. Her desperation only increased as she could no longer hold herself. Leading her to the front counter, the man took his place behind the counter and charged Nia for the sleeping bag first. Mary-Ann stood behind her. Fishing rod in one hand, tender genitals in the other. She felt them burning, tingling with desire to open the floodgates. The pressure her bladder was forcing on her muscles was intense. She had to hold herself. It was a non-negotiable. At least until Nia moved in line. The oblivious, yet nice man couldn’t see her with her hand in her crotch.
Karenna had stopped thinking about her need. Her eyes were firmly planted on Mary-Ann’s swaying butt. She watched it clench with each contraction, and bend with every wave of desperation. Karenna shuffled next to Nia, and stood by the door, waiting for her boss to finish paying. The man was still telling her about the fishing rod.
“Yes, yes I-I’ll-b-be sur…Ah!” Her voice went up an octave “S-sure t-to tell him…about the app.”
The cash register dinged and the trio went outside, Mary-Ann following behind. Nia asked Mary-Ann a question as Karenna fell to the back of the group.
“That was an expensive gift. Is it his birthday?”
“My father’s-s been dead for four years. I really needed that conversation to end. I-I’m donating this.”
Nia’s eyebrows raised. It was an expensive way to get out of a conversation.
“Mmph…ow…”
The two friends turned around to look at Karenna. She was clutching herself tightly, rocking on the hinges of her hips. It hurt. Karenna looked her friends in the eyes as she felt the first leak escape into her panties. She was debating on turning it into a full soaking. Nia spoke, remembering the threat that Karenna had made in the store
“Kar, if you piss right now, you’re walking back, I’m not having your wet butt in my car.”
Karenna sighed and clamped down on her slowly tricking urine. Only her panties dampened.
“I don’t think-I don’t think we need to look for boots though boss. I-I think I can make it.”
“Kar. I really…I really like those boots. I-I would hate to miss out on them.”
“C’mon Kar, it won’t be that bad.” Nia prodded
“Ugh. You guys make this so difficult!”
Mary-Ann’s legs were squeezed together. One leg crossed over the other as she bent forward
“I-I’m in the same boat, Kar. But…please?”
“Hurry.” Karenna pleaded
The three turned back around to the street in front of them and began walking past a few more of the tightly packed buildings. The row of lakeside buildings stopped eventually, and the parking lot with Nia’s car was visible. There was one more building before the entrance to the lot, and that was the local shoe store. Before walking in, something else caught Nia’s eye.
“Hold on, pause. M-Mary-Ann. Are you w-“
Nia cut herself off and reached a hand underneath Mary-Ann’s butt, grabbing the top of her thigh. She gasped
“Mary-Ann, did you pee?”
Mary-Ann turned beet red.
“Y-yes. I-I had a-a little incident buying…” She held up her fishing pole “…this.”
“Kar, what do you think? Is she out?”
“If a little leak is all it takes, then I’m in the middle of losing right now.”
Karenna removed her hands to show a baseball-sized wet spot on the crotch of her jeans.
“Boss, if you go boot shopping now, I’m not going to make it. Honest.”
Mary-Ann wanted to go. But she didn’t want to hurt Karenna. Or the shop. If she made Karenna go, and she wet herself in the shop, it’d be Mary-Ann’s fault. She looked at Nia, who was finally showing some signs of desperation as she balled her fists over and over again.
“Could you take me tomorrow? I think Kar’s being seri-op! Sh-s-sh”
Mary-Ann shot her hands back into her crotch. She bent down, dropping her fishing pole onto the sidewalk. It was small, no bigger than the width of a pencil, but a small streak of pee shot down the inseam of Mary-Ann’s left leg and ran into her shoe.
“I-I think we sh-should go…”
Mary-Ann held on, but gingerly waddled back to the car.
Karenna held on as best she could, she had to hold it for the ride back, but the wetness that had been accumulating in her panties was only inviting more forwards. It was a burn, a pinch, a struggle to walk back to the car. She held it though, and put herself in the backseat while Mary-Ann and Nia put their items in the trunk. She exhaled and drew in deeper breaths. She had to hold it now. No other option. She could see Nia and Mary-Ann taking separate ways to the front two seats. Nia must have thought that she couldn’t be seen, because she showed her true colors just outside Karenna’s window.
Her legs quickly crossed, pretzelling one another, and Nia held both hands tightly to her crotch. She bobbed her body off of her knees and looked up at the blue sky with lips that read her exhale. Karenna had not seen Nia show this much desperation, in some way, it was a comfort. They were all dying to piss, not just her. While Karenna knew she couldn’t hope, or even want, to outduel both Mary-Ann and Nia, she was at least capable of holding her own. When she wanted to.
The initial ride out of the town was silent. Save for the labored breath of each of the women. For a moment, Karenna felt the intense pressure dissipate. When they reached the first stop sign out of town, it came roaring back. With force, her entire bladder pushed on her tightly clamped pee-hole. Karenna retaliated with her hands, but the moist, damp panties she was wearing betrayed her. She leaked. Then again. A third. She called out in syllables
“A-a-aa…”
“Kar? What- you ok?” Nia sounded concerned
Karenna managed to hold on. Her jeans were darkened anew. She hoped that the seat was untouched. She could only exclaim the first thing that came to her mind
“P-plea-please drive faster…I gotta go potty!”
It was juvenile, but the only word Karenna had left in her mind which was flooded by pee thoughts. Mary-Ann wasn’t listening. Nia was too desperate in her own right to tease
“Kar, I’ll be honest, I’ve got to piss so freaking badly right now. But please girl. My seat.” She looked at Mary-Ann, who was contorted in a strange position. “You too.” Mary-Ann nodded in response
Nia had done her best. Tried her hardest to win. Her abdomen was tight. Her gut was extended with her bladder full of pee. She had been trying to focus on driving but she ached for relief. Her desperation had mounted to the point where her driving speed had become inconsistent as her knees shifted to try and aid her muscles. Desperately she kept her eyes trained on the road, trying to drive her desperate self and desperate friends home. Time was moving slowly, and waves of desperation started to hit Nia harder. She bent forward as much as she could. Her seatbelt was pressing against her swollen bladder and only served to make matters worse. Taking her dominant hand off of the steering wheel, she rested her forearm over her crotch and dug her fist into her inner thigh. An unusual bid to relieve some of the pressure she felt, but it helped for a moment.
The car finally pulled up to the gate and Karenna began pounding on Nia's seat with her fist.
“Faster, faster, faster!”
“Kar. Please.”
“No, you. It’s coming. Please go faster!”
The gate only opened so fast, but Nia drove down the hill as soon as she could. Karenna was starting to whine.
“Mary-Ann. Help her hold it.”
“H-how?”
“Figure it out.”
All Mary-Ann could do was watch Karenna struggle. Her own white jeans glistened at the crotch again as she leaked. Watching Karenna was proving too much for her and she looked back out of the windshield to see the roundabout end to the driveway come into view. Nia parked the car and was the first out. Mary-Ann soon followed, leaking again. The patch at the crotch of her jeans was much more obvious than it had been before.
Karenna took her time getting out of the back seat. She tried to follow her friends down the path to the back of the house, but as she got to the edge of the driveway she felt another leak shoot through her panties. This time, she didn’t fight it. She did quite the opposite. Karenna pushed harder, and a familiar hiss ruptured through her labia. Her hands, which were still in place over her clenched pussy, instantly felt wet. Her crotch felt warm and comforting. Soon the feeling spread to her legs. A smile broke over Karenna’s face. She was desperately pissing her pants, her favorite activity. The seat of her pants felt warm, and as she began to soak the backs of her legs, the stream that ran down the inseam of her pants had started to reach her feet. With speed, her flowing piss created a puddle underneath her. As it poured over her feet and into her flats, it waterlogged them, and poured out onto the driveway puddle she now found herself in. Neither Nia nor Mary-Ann were watching, Karenna needed them to know.
“Hey guys? I told you I had to go potty!” She was able to make fun of herself again
Both Nia and Mary-Ann looked up at her, then simultaneously groaned. Mary-Ann got down into a squat, while Nia finally submitted to herself and crossed her legs. She stumbled as she held herself.
“Kar, I love you. But…please stop peeing!” Mary-Ann pleaded
“Boss, I can’t hold it anymore.” Karenna looked up at the sky, overcome with the endorphins of her act “I LOVE PEEING MY PANTS!” She shouted to the heavens
Nia took deep breaths. Her muscles were strained from holding her distended bladder, she shook with each contraction. She needed Mary-Ann to give in. Soon.
“Alright…M-Mary-Ann…give in. I-I can see you going right now…”
“I-i-its just a little leak…I can hold it.” Mary-Ann could no longer stand up straight
“Neither of you look like you can wait. Just go.” Karenna had walked up to the two of them. Her shoes squelching with every step
“N-no…I’m I-I’m dry…I c-can…Fuck! Sh-shi..NO!”
Nia grabbed her crotch with both hands, her legs were pointed so far inwards that her kneecaps nearly touched. She muttered curses to herself. Eventually she removed her hands, delicately. A large stain had developed on her light jeans. It was large enough to cover the front of her pants, but stopped before it reached her legs. Her brief loss of control had shot it upwards.
“I don’t think Nia…can w-wait any…longer…I-I think I won.” Mary-Ann stammered
“Just…just a leak. I don’t think…you can wait…look.”
Nia pointed to another thin streak that ran down Mary-Ann’s leg.
“Just lose already!” Mary-Ann sounded exasperated
“You lose!”
“You’re both going to lose. Now give up or you’re going to hurt yourselves!” Karenna spoke from her pulpit of pissed pants
To her, both Nia and Mary-Ann looked nearly pregnant. Their bladders stuck out, and they both shook with the strain of holding it. Neither was going to give in. Karenna had to find a way to make them give up. She looked around, and spotted something she could use by the shed.
Nia was on borrowed time as it was. She knew from her experience last night that once she leaked, it was over. It burned. Worse than any other workout. The now piss-damp crotch of her jeans beckoned more out of her. It rubbed the damp pubic hair of her panty-less body. She needed Mary-Ann to lose. Now. Drip. She felt it start. Drip. Another drop. Dri-BANG!
“Kar! What the hell?” Nia felt her legs and her jeans become impossibly warm. “You made me lose! I can’t hold this anymore!”
“No, no it’s ok.” Mary-Ann spoke in a low tone “I’m losing too.”
Nia looked at Mary-Ann. Light, wide streaks of streaming pee were jetting down her legs. The hiss that had vented itself out of Nia’s body covered for them both. Only countered by the splashing at Mary-Ann’s feet. Nia looked up at Karenna, who was wearing a wide smile and two 2X4s she had found. Karenna was happy to watch her friends piss themselves too.
Both Mary-Ann and Nia groaned in relief. As Nia was cradled by the warm sensations that tickled her lower body, she felt a rush of endorphins shake her entire figure. Her clit throbbed as much as her bladder had and she pulled her still soaking jeans against the folds of her pissing privates. The wet denim and warm pee created a cocktail of inviting emotions that ran through her body. She could hear the creation of her own puddle and the hiss of her pee, which had been pent up for hours. Her labored breath could only push one thought out.
“My favorite jeans. I'm having an accident in my favorite…oh fu-ah!”
An overflow of emotions blitzed Nia, and she began to shake violently. She sighed, she moaned. She hardly touched her hairy snatch. Nia came. Then came back down to earth.
She had stopped peeing. Mary-Ann had stopped. It was quiet. Karenna stared. Mouth open. Mary-Ann had laid down, and didn’t say a word. As Nia’s jeans dripped, it was awkward. Karenna dared to approach the subject.
“Nia…Did you just-“
“Y-yes…I-I’m sorry you had to see that.”
Karenna’s smile changed from one of amusement at her friends predicament, to a devilish, inquisitive grin.
“You like peeing your pants, don’t you Nia?” Karenna said slyly
“Leave her alone, Kar. Same thing happened to me.” Mary-Ann was still on her back, and spoke to the sky
Karenna was silent at the thought. The awkward silence fell again on the group of friends. Nia spoke up, her pants still dripping.
“Kar, can you get me a towel, please?”
Karenna walked off in a haze, dreaming about Mary-Ann masturbating in wet pants. When she rounded the corner, Nia asked Mary-Ann
“Did you really, or were you just saying that?”
“No. Really. The only thing I could think about all day was um…self-care. It’s normal.”
“I’m sorry you had to see that.”
“I didn’t see anything. I’m staring at the clouds. I need some time.”
“Then I’m sorry you heard that. It’s just…it’s just. Girl, can I be honest with you?”
“Aw, you called me girl. Please, be honest.” Mary-Ann’s white jeans were nearly transparent as they glistened again at the crotch. She was leaking again, and not bothering to hold it
“I love holding it. It didn’t matter if it was in my pants or naked. Holding it. In public. Girl it was unreal. I think…I think I would have…”
“Expressed yourself?”
Nia laughed “Yeah, even if I had won.”
Mary-Ann started to laugh “It’s my favorite part too. You should see me when I’m inspecting my properties.”
Karenna came back with a towel and Nia dabbed at her wet jeans. She put the towel on the ground and stood on it. Awaiting the flood that was contained in her boots. Mary-Ann stayed where she was, enjoying the good weather, wet pants and relief. Nia asked Karenna
“Can you help me get these boots off? They’re stuck.”
“Only if you say the magic words.”
“Pretty please?”
“No. Tell me that you like pissing your pants.”
“Fine. I like to piss my pants. Now will you help me?”
Karenna smiled and helped Nia get her boots off. Each one poured out additional pee onto the ground. Nia unzipped her fly and shimmied her jeans down to her ankles. She stopped.
“Need help?” Karenna guessed
“No. I’m…”
Another audible hiss broke free from Nia, and a pronged stream of piss flowed out of her and splashed vigorously into her pants, which were balled around her ankles.
“ahh…there was still more.”
Mary-Ann finally picked her head up
“Goodness, is she peeing again?”
“Yup. That’s. That’s a lot of pee.” Karenna watched intently
“Kar-I need another towel. I’m pissing on this one.”
She was. With little room to go, the new piss pooled at her feet and soaked the towel that Karenna had brought her. Karenna laughed and ran back towards the house. Nia continued to piss into her pants from above.
“Nia. I need a break for today. You know what? For being honest and open with me. I give you today.”
“Give me today?”
“You win our game for today. I’ll beat you tomorrow. But I don’t think I can pee for the rest of today. I’m dry.”
Nia’s second stream ended. She looked at the wet, lounging Mary-Ann.
“Thanks. But it’s easy to be honest around your friend. I like you boss-lady. I trust you.”
“I like you too Nia.”
As it had with Karenna, the desperate pee that Nia and Mary-Ann had shared propelled their friendship to new heights. It was one that Mary-Ann would come to value deeply in due time.
A/N: Wow! 9.5K words. I the next one will feature Cassie and Anna, as we'll check in on how they've been holding down the office. And it will be a little shorter word-wise. I know I promised @PeeHour and @LifeIsStrange that they'd get their respective scenes in this one, but it would have just been too long. When Karenna, Mary-Ann and Nia return in 5.8, those scenes will be published |
A/N: I told you this one would be a little more manageable. So much so, I was able to finish it in a weekend! I want to thank @orangelion for their suggestion on the framework for this sub-chapter, and I was able to mesh that idea with my own. As always, question at the bottom, and feedback is not only appreciated but encouraged! Oh, and thanks @PeeHour for letting me borrow a character!
Chapter 5.7: The Student Becomes the Teacher
The cool spring air was downright cold inside the parking garage. Either the concrete or the lack of other vehicles made it worse. As Anna heard her car signal that it was locked behind her, she began her walk inside the office building. The sun had just started to break the grey clouds, an indication of just how early she was getting to work. As she unlocked the office, it was equally as quiet. She never could beat Mary-Ann to work, but this week, she had the early mornings to herself. Sighing, Anna put her things down on her organized desk and turned on her work computer. Turning around, she took a long stare at the water fountain. She was thirsty. She was never not thirsty. But Anna hated the idea of drinking anything but the minimum that she had to. It’d come back with a vengeance, because it always did. Everyday, she was between the pit and the pendulum. Drink little and feel just as awful, or drink enough and risk having an accident. Anna decided to avoid quenching her thirst. She hadn’t gone yet that morning, despite her best efforts over the toilet at her apartment. She was on full alert, waiting for her bladders imminent call.
She made her way to the conference room. It was just light enough for the room to cast its morning shadows, but soon the glaring sun would point directly into the wide windows. Anna flicked on the light. Stepping into the room, she couldn’t help but take an account of the large table. It had been there as long or longer than she had been working for Mary-Ann, but it was a representation of her boss’s hard work. The revolving chairs, each black with a mesh seat, were expensive too. Anna stepped to the head of the table, hands on her hips. She wanted to be powerful. Strong. Like her boss. She wanted control. Control over herself, others. Control over something.
Reality broke Anna’s power fantasy. It was as though lightning had stuck her womanhood from her bladder. With the force of a full bladder, her insides suddenly felt heavy. They pressed down on her genitals, forcing her to grab herself and bend over, nearly in a full squat
“Ah! Ah! Ahhh! Owww!” Anna couldn't help but make noise
It was always sudden. All she had to do was survive the first shock, and she could make it. Anna’s panties didn’t always survive the first shock though.
This time, she wasn’t sure if she had, but the carpet was dry. It was a good sign. She felt moist, wet. That was a bad sign. Slowly, with the weight of her burdensome bladder weighing her down, Anna rose back to a standing position. She kept her hand firmly tucked in between her legs. Her bladder throbbed. She didn’t have much time before she burst. Walking as fast she could in heels, Anna made her way to the bathroom.
With the office empty, she was free to hold herself, and Anna took full advantage. She made soft moans and short breaths in an effort to stave off another embarrassing accident. Still, her bladder was no longer numb, and as full as it was, she knew she was moments away from embarrassment. Anna made her way down the hall and threw open the bathroom door. The bathroom smelled clean, the scent of lemon scented cleaner dominated the room. It was calming, in its own way. A signal to her brain that she had made it. With renewed strength, she flung open the stall door, banging it off the stall wall.
Her bladder was excited. Anna was hovering over a toilet. A device it got to use occasionally, and in its excitement, it began to release into Anna’s panties.
“N-no! Stop!” Anna commanded herself
Her bladder didn’t have to listen to her. It never had to listen to her. Despite her agitated moans and the frantic pulling up of her beige pencil skirt, Anna’s bladder fully relaxed into her black panties.
Still hovering over the toilet bowl in a half-squat, a clear stream of urine broke through Anna’s panties and flew into the water below, just barely reaching the edge of the water. Other excess flows of urine ran out of the sides of her panties and dripped off her inner thighs. In a rage over her predicament, Anna whipped her panties down to her kneecaps and continued to hover over the toilet. Angerly, she pushed and sprayed more hot piss out of her and into the toilet. She balled her hand into a fist and tapped her leg. She was mad, without a person to be mad at.
As Anna nosily pissed hard into the toilet, she dripped from her taint and thighs, which were all coated in pee from her brief wetting stint. Despite her bladder’s fullness, Anna finished rather quickly, owing her speed to how hard she was contracting her muscles. She stood, continuing to drip before she wiped, and balled up the used toilet paper in frustration. As she forcefully threw it into the yellowed toilet water, she pulled her panties to the floor and stepped out of them. They were wet. Too wet for her to keep on the rest of the day. She pulled her pencil skirt back down and flung the stall door back open forcefully, the toilet flushing behind her.
Stamping towards the exit, with her soiled panties in one hand, Anna stopped at the water fountain just outside the break room. She was still thirsty, and at this point it didn’t matter. She stopped for a drink. With each sip of the flowing water, her anger dissipated. In its place, emptiness filled the void. This was bound to happen. Anna almost always peed in her panties once or twice a week. She knew that, why would this week be any different? When she was done taking a drink, she kept the water on and rinsed her peed panties. When they were sufficiently drenched, Anna squeezed her hand, excess water and pee dripping out of them.
Walking out of the office, Anna made the journey back to her car. Opening her back door, she reached into a plastic bag that was always behind the passenger seat. A pair of spare black panties, socks, and even a pair of heels all occupied the old shopping bag. Everything that she could need for her inevitable wetting. At least this time, she only needed to swap her panties. She never wore any that weren’t black. With the safety of the open door, Anna slipped on the pair of extra panties in the garage. She sighed. It wasn’t even 7:30 and she had already tasted defeat.
Cassie sat in her car. It was almost 9, time for work. She was on time, something she had gotten better about, but she still sat in her car, in the parking garage, staring at her car’s clock. You don’t even deserve this job. Or the people you’re around. What do you ever do to help them? Or anyone? You’re a nepotistic piece of trash. Karenna doesn’t really like you. She tolerates you. Mary-Ann thinks your strange, and Anna…who the fuck knows? Cassie’s mind never shut up. It never let her free. Not unless she was working. Taking a deep breath, she pulled her flask out of her dress boot. Vodka. The only other thing that would quiet her mind. Smacking her lips together at the taste, Cassie was ready for work.
Anna sat at her desk, typing away an email that politely explained to the salesmen that they already had a point of sale system and that he needed to stop contacting the office. Her work was interrupted when the door opened to reveal a smiling Cassie. Holding two large cups of coffee in her hand, she spoke to Anna
“Look what Mrs. Claus brought you!” She handed one to Anna
“Oh…thanks, I-I really couldn’t.” Anna loved coffee. She hated what it did to her
“Nonsense. Here, lets talk.” Cassie led Anna to the conference room, not letting the secretary deny her gift
Each girl took a seat opposite one another at the conference room table. Anna was quiet, forcing Cassie to do the heavy lifting of the conversation
“So what are you doing this weekend?”
“Don’t know. Nothing, probably.”
“Cute girl like you has to have something going on. You and your other half aren’t doing anything?”
“Other half?”
“Your boyfriend.”
A sadness washed over Anna. She watched Cassie take another sip of her coffee. Instinctively, she took one herself
“I’m single.”
“Really? Huh. I figured a catch like you would have already been taken. I’m going clubbing tonight if you want to come with.”
Anna scolded herself for taking another sip of coffee. It was delicious.
“I-I couldn’t. I don’t think I should.”
“Oh…it’s not me, is it?” Cassie took a longer drink
“What? No! It-its me. I can’t.”
“Plans?”
“Um…yeah.”
“I thought you said you didn’t have any.”
Anna sighed and said forcefully “I just don’t want to go!” I’d end up pissing my pants again!
An awkward hush fell between them. Cassie was taking longer and longer drinks as her coffee cooled. Anna couldn’t help but take another sip. She scolded herself again. Cassie tried to converse again.
“So, I have that class today. Should be a fun four hours.”
Anna nodded
“Guess it beats losing my mortgage license though.” Cassie finished her coffee “Sorry you didn’t like the coffee. I just wanted to get to know you is all.”
“No. I’m…I’m sorry. It’s me.”
Cassie didn’t fully understand and wrinkled her brow. She stood.
“I’ve got to get on that class. Can you still forward me anything that comes though? It won’t take the whole day.”
Anna nodded. As Cassie left the conference room, Anna took another sip of coffee. She cursed herself, first for the coffee, and second for her situation. She wished her bladder let her have friends.
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An hour had passed. The vodka she had taken and the coffee she had finished now sat in Cassie’s bladder. With the boring teacher going over regulations that she was already familiar with, there was little to occupy Cassie’s mind. Worse, she couldn’t stand or walk about the room. Each student was required to keep their webcam on, to ensure there was full attention. Cassie crossed her legs, her blue pencil skirt bunching as she did so. She untangled it and rocked her booted foot up and down over her other knee. Suddenly, Cassie felt a sharp pain as she kicked her desk with her foot by accident.
“Ow! Fuck!”
“Ms. Jefferson? Are you in any immediate danger or involved in a potentially harmful event?”
“Uh…no.” Cassie had left her microphone on. Embarrassed, she apologized
“Please refrain from using profane or otherwise unprofessional language in this learning session.”
“Yes. Sorry. Um…when are we getting a break by chance?”
“The scheduled break will be in approximately forty-five minutes. This was covered on page five of your handbook Ms. Jefferson.”
Who the hell reads that thing? Why was there a syllabus for a four hour continuing ed course anyway? Despite Cassie’s internal objections, she looked at the clock. It was ten. She was sure she could hold it for forty-five minutes.
Anna was enjoying the quiet. More or less because she had to, but she was also impressed by her bladder. Coffee was not something she had much, if at all, after her medical incident. She wasn’t sure how it would respond, but for the moment, Anna felt nothing. Her email rang with a notification. It was from Mary-Ann.
Internship program is a go. Can you follow up with the references on this resume ASAP? I’d like to have it in motion by the time I get back.
Anna clicked the attachment. The resume was for a Tori Franklin, a business student at a nearby collage. Interestingly enough, one of her listed references named a Keri Franklin. Anna wondered if there was a relation. It’s not your job to wonder. Its your job to make the calls. Anna dialed the number on the resume. One ring, two rings, three rings. Nothing. She left a voicemail. Sighing at lack of opportunity to cross something off of her to-do list, Anna had little time to figure out what to do next.
Unexpectedly, the office doors opened, and a sharply dressed redhead in a grey suit walked in.
“Can I help you?”
“Yeah, I’m here with the Cossack Insurance Group. I’m here to talk with Mary-Ann Adimari.”
“Do you hAv…e an appointment?” Anna felt it.
For the second time that day, Anna felt a sudden surge in her bladder. It was harsh, brutal. At least she was sitting down, but she knew she wouldn’t stay dry for long. She crossed her legs under her desk.
“Um…yeah. For 10:30.”
“T-today?”
Anna thanked her luck that the other woman couldn’t see what she was doing under the table. Both of her hands were jammed in between her crossed legs. They wouldn’t help all that much, and she knew it. But the desire to squirm and stay dry was causing her erratic movements. She wiggled in her seat.
“Yes. Today. That’s why I’m here.” The woman said sternly
“Well…” Anna exhaled. She began to rock in her seat “S-she’s…she’s on v-vaCAtion right…mpfh…now.”
“So she’s not here?”
“N-n-no.” Anna’s legs shook. She exhaled again
With her hands jammed into her crotch, Anna could feel her bladder sticking out through her blouse. It had to have been full for a while. It was full, inflamed, agitated. She had made it worse with her coffee and as she shook, fear enraptured her. Fear that she was about to pee at her desk. Fear that this woman was going to see her. Fear that she had scheduled an appointment on Mary-Ann’s vacation. Anna feared for many things, but though she shook and wiggled in her chair, she looked at Mary-Ann’s calendar. The was a silence between the two. All that could be heard was Anna’s quick short breaths, and the squeaking of her chair while she rocked back and forth.
“Um…do you…need a restroom break or something?” The woman asked condescendingly
“N-n-n-no…no…its…its cold in…here.”
The quiet returned. Somewhat. Anna’s desperation filled the void. Mary-Ann’s calendar was blank. Though her mind was only focused on holding her abusive bladder in check, her skill at her job took over. Red flags went off. This woman was a door to door saleswoman. Anna, despite her desperation, was still paid to shoo these people away.
“I-I-I don’t s-see you…on her c-calendar. W-who are you w-w-with?”
“Cossack insurance group.”
“C-can y-you just l-lea…leave you-your card?”
“Will you give it to her?”
Anna nodded, nearly too desperate for words. Gingerly, and with extreme caution, she rose to her feet. It was a trick she had learned. Her body language would subconsciously tell the saleswoman to leave. She managed to stay dry, but there was no way that she could take her hand off of her crotch. Her beige pencil skirt was pressed right up against her spare underwear. With her free hand, she shook the saleswoman’s hand and took her card. It worked. The other woman started to leave. As soon as she got to the doors, Anna felt it.
Her hand started to warm. It got hot as she tried to clench her feet together. She could feel the hot liquid. The impression of her flow out of her womanhood began to wet her panties and the front of her skirt. The plastic pad, which protected her chair from making impressions on the carpet rang out with the pattering of her pee droplets. Anna barely stopped the leak. The saleswoman turned around just before heading out the door. Anna hoped she would leave as a second leak started.
The woman had to know that Anna had to pee. Worse still, she knew what she had heard. Anna was angry. Perhaps she should have been embarrassed, but it wouldn’t be the first time that someone had seen her in this state. As the woman shut the office doors behind her, Anna felt more urine drop from her privates.
“Ah! N-n-no! N-n-n-no!
More than just a little leak, a fast, hard jet of urine ran through her panties and her skirt. Anna felt her hand get wet as the pad below her bounced more of her urine off of its surface. Bending forward to the point where her chin nearly touched her desk, Anna was able to wrangle back control of her disobedient bladder. Guardedly, she dropped her skirt from her hands. A large, dark stain had made its home on the front of her skirt. It was unmistakable to anyone. It was pee. Angry at the world, Anna slammed her fist down on her desk. Her monitor went dark. Panicking, she knew she’d have to fix it before she could relieve herself.
“T-t-t-t-ten f-forty.” Cassie hissed under her breath
“Excuse me Ms. Jefferson?” The boring teacher asked
I have to piss. I have to piss. I have to piss. Let me go. Let me go!
“I-I…I do-don’t know…I’m s-sorry.”
“Please refrain from watching the clock.”
Cassie’s white blouse, which she typically wore to accent her breasts, had nearly burst a button. The bottom struggled to hide her inflated abdomen. Each side of her filled bladder pounded her snatch with excess coffee and vodka that she had poured into it. Cassie felt hot, sweaty. She held her breath. She groaned. She tried to stay quiet and discreet, but she wasn’t sure she could for much longer. Time was ticking towards their break, but not close enough. Cassie shifted. She took an unnatural position on her chair, straddling it, so that her bare minge rubbed the mesh and her skirt’s fabric. She leaned forward, her panty-less pussy rubbed the back of her blue skirt. Cassie could hardly think straight. It was 10:42.
She felt something. It tickled her walls. She knew it passed her piercing. Cassie swiped her on her skirt underneath her. She had peed on the it. Just a little, enough to begin to darken the back of her skirt. Her bladder kicked again, rushing more warm liquid towards her opening. Cassie rubbed against the fabric and the mesh of the chair. It was a slight sexual stimulation, enough to halt her pee. A minute had yet to pass. Breathe. Cassie exhaled. Another spurt. This one was a trickle. It was passing through her pussy without her permission. She didn’t want to pee. She wanted to hold it. Her pee slowed. Then a jet of hot urine squirted its way out of her. It wet the back of her skirt again. A dark stain was quite obvious as the clock hit 10:43.
A shaking, trembling Anna finally saw her monitor turn back on. A lose wire. She could finally pee. The phone rang. No! Not now, not here! It was Keri Franklin, calling back. She had to take it. Anna knew this would be the final straw. Wincing, she grabbed the landline, she was still standing in front of her desk.
“H-hel-hello. Pax Am-Americana-a Mortgage. Th-this is-s Anna. I can-can help you.”
“Hi, this is Keri Franklin. You had called looking for a reference for Tori.”
“Y-yes…hi…”
Anna looked down as she felt her panties warm again. She thought it was over. Looking up, she saw her coffee cup on her desk. Thank you Cassie! Anna grabbed it as pee began to fall into her panties
“I understand that its probably a bit strange that I’m listed as a reference on Tori’s resume.”
Keri was speaking, but Anna swiped her cup off her desk and opened the top. It was still over half full of cold coffee. Putting the receiver under her chin, Anna then pulled her panties to the side. Placing the cup under her, she started to pee in the office.
“…and Tori’s spreadsheet helped cut costs by over 20%. So even though she’s been in school for over a year now, her work is still saving our department huge amounts of money!”
“Wow…20%...”
Anna wasn’t really listening. She was watching the coffee rise to the top as the cup filled with pee. Within seconds, it was too full, and she felt no relief.
“Ah!...no, no, no…no!”
Coffee and pee were spilling out onto the plastic pad below her. Anna gingerly put the cup back on the desk as she attempted to cut off her flow. It stopped for a moment. Then another flow rocketed out of her and sprayed the pad below her.
Cassie was eyeing her trash can. It seemed like the only thing that could save her from an accident. She reached for it as she lost another jet of pee.
“Mrs. Jefferson?” The instructor called on her.
“Um…was th-that the Banking A-act of-f 19…68?”
“Good. I’m glad you were paying attention. I think you’ve all earned that break now.”
“Thank fuck!” Cassie exclaimed as she bolted out of her chair.
Anna had to go. She had to leave this conversation.
"I-I hate to be rude...Ms...ms.F-Franklin, b-but I need to-to leave”
"Oh, Anna dear, you sound so anxious. Wouldn't the world be a much better place if we could just…” it sounded like Keri was frying chicken. At least Anna hoped Ms. Franklin wasn’t peeing while talking with her.“...Go, whenever we needed to?"
"Y-yes. Ms. Franklin...I-I'll t-t-tell M-Mary-Ann I...spoke w-w-with you."
Anna hung up and held on, summoning the last of her strength. She started to walk towards the bathroom, when Cassie nearly knocked her down. She was running, hands jammed in her crotch. Anna knew where she was going, and couldn’t bear the idea of losing control now. She ran after her colleague.
“Cassie, it’s an emergency! Please!” Anna followed her into the bathroom
She caught Cassie just before the other girl entered the stall. Both business women had their hands buried deep into their crotches. Cassie removed hers to open the stall as she stared Anna down. Anna begged.
“C-c-Cassie…please. I-I’ve already st-started t-to p-“
Suddenly, the white bathroom tile began to splatter. Cassie was expelling urine onto the floor
“S-sorry!” She ducked into the stall
“N-no! Ca-Cassie!” Anna ran to the door, but it was too late
Cassie didn’t stop peeing as she opened the toilet and sat herself down. Finally able to relax, she let her guard down fully. With a sigh, her pierced pussy began to hiss with the force of a full bladder that had won. She closed her eyes and leaned forward. She had won.
“H-here it comes…” Anna said quietly
Cassie hardly registered what Anna had said until she saw the tile in front of the stall door splatter, and a puddle begin to form. Oh good. She got to pee too. Wait. That means. Oh shit, she’s pissing herself! Clamping her own flow, Cassie leaned off of the toilet and opened the door.
Anna was standing in front of the door. A wet patch from earlier stained her skirt and a new flow of urine was pouring out of her and onto the floor.
“Oh no, Anna! We-we can share!”
Without waiting for a response, Cassie lunged for the still peeing Anna and took her by the arms into the stall. Anna was still peeing in her panties as Cassie positioned her in front of the toilet. Her own genitals burned with the desire to relieve her bladder. Cassie had to be quick.
While Anna peed in front of the toilet, Cassie lifted up her colleagues skirt without saying a word, reviling the glistening, wet black panties underneath. Cassie pulled them aside, staring at Anna’s still pissing snatch.
“Here, hold…f-shit!”
Cassie couldn’t hold it anymore. Her piss rocketed out from her and sprayed forward, over the toilet and onto the floor. It started a new puddle just behind Anna. Still, the other girl now held her panties to the side. Cassie pulled her closer, positioning her just in front of the toilet. Cassie lightly put her free hand on Anna’s butt, while both women still peed.
“Move your…there…made it…”
Anna’s pee stream now connected to the toilet, and Cassie angled herself back over the bowl. Their streams crossed just inside the edge of the bowl and splattered excess pee everywhere. The bowl, their legs, even the stall walls. Sighing, Cassie finally spoke
“I guess this is my fault for giving us all that coffee. We both really had to go, huh?” Cassie noted the power of both streams
Anna’s mouth was agape, unable to comprehend what just happened. She stayed quiet. Cassie tried to speak again
“We made it through…mostly. I’m sorry I cut you off. I really couldn’t wait any longer.”
Still quiet. The only sound was the end of both streams. Both girls were finally empty, their bladders satisfied. The dripping sound of two piss covered pussies was all that remained of the once mighty storm. Cassie sighed. Anna was still quiet. She started to pull her only pair of panties back over herself.
“Oh, no, no, Anna. You soaked those good. Here.”
Cassie unrolled a few sheets of toilet paper and wiped herself. She took the remaining few squares and cleaned Anna’s snatch, much to the other girls surprise. As Cassie tossed the used paper into the toilet, she explained.
“You’ll get some kind of infection if you keep those on all day. Just toss them. It’s ok. I don’t wear ‘em anyway. It can be our little secret.”
Without saying a word, Anna stepped out of her spare pair of panties, now soiled. Cassie pulled her skirt back down for her. Ignoring the obvious pee stain on the front of Anna’s skirt, she tried to reassure her colleague.
“Mary-Ann doesn’t need to know that two of her employees are a little…exposed…does she?”
Anna smiled and shook her head. Cassie continued.
“Now.” She pointed “We peed…all over her floor. Like I said, she doesn’t have to know. We probably shouldn’t call a janitor. This is kind of my fault for all that coffee. I’ll clean this up.”
She looked at Anna. ”You have the key to the maintenance closet, right?”
Anna nodded
“Just leave it on my desk.” Cassie flushed the toilet “Whew. We needed that, huh?”
“T-thank you…” Anna said weakly
Cassie smiled. She had done good.
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After her class had finished, Cassie hopped on her phone. She paced back and forth as she texted. As Anna walked towards the open door to her office, she noticed the stain on the butt of Cassie’s skirt for the first time. She hadn’t realized how close her colleague had been to an accident. In a way, it made her feel better about hers. Anna dropped the key to the maintenance closet on Cassie’s desk. The other girl smiled.
“There’s the other member of the no-panty club. Not bad, right?”
Anna had thought about it. She couldn’t risk wetting her panties, if she didn’t wear them. Cassie had shown her something. For the first time in a long time, Anna had her day brightened. She smiled shyly
“Not bad.”
Neither girl had any reason to acknowledge the obvious pee-stained skirts they wore. Throughout the day, they both dried slowly. When Anna needed something from Cassie, her stain on the front of her skirt was obvious. If Cassie needed something from Anna at her desk, it wasn’t hard to see her stained skirt when she turned around. Should anyone else have entered the office that day, it would have been obvious that the girls had peed. But it was just them, and no one had to know about their little secrets.
A/N: In our second full feature of Anna, what do you think? We finally get inside her head, and I don't think its as enjoyable as Karenna, or Mary-Ann's. Would love to know your thoughts on the interaction with Cassie too, personally, I loved writing this chapter. It took me a while to find a spot for Anna as a character, but I think I'm going to have her be a desperate secretary that has to find unique ways of relieving herself. Especially after she joined the no-panty club with Cassie. Speaking of Cassie, I think her profanity is kind of funny. Do you too, or do you find it annoying?
Edited February 7, 2022 by knockonthedoor
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A/N: Finally! The last of the long sub-chapters is here! The remaining sections of chapter 5 really only focus on one set piece instead of like 5, so the time between writing each section should decrease. For this one, we return to the girls trip with Mary-Ann, Karenna and Nia. This is @LifeIsStrange's suggestion that the girls have a scavenger hunt, and instead of having them find just a set of objects, I put a fun literary twist on it that I hope works well. Also, @PeeHour's idea of having Nia and Mary-Ann get a little tipsy is in this section as well. As always, questions at the bottom, and feedback is not only appreciated but encouraged!
Chapter 5.8: Karenna's Drama
Nia was in her groove. She wiped down the countertop with a sanitized rag and threw her hips to the music. Her butt swayed and jiggled as she maneuvered and danced. It didn’t matter that her bladder was having a fit, complaining about its fullness. Nia was having a blast as she held it.
“Ope!” Mary-Ann ducked away from the kitchen as she saw her friend dance
Nia took her headphones out. “Morning! Don’t be scared girl!”
“Sorry, you’re just in your-“
“Panties? I know, I hardly ever wear them. But I figured you didn’t want me cleaning the way I usually do.”
“Naked?”
Nia smiled “You do it too?”
“Uh. No.”
Nia shrugged and grabbed a breakfast plate off of the counter near the sink “Don’t hate me cuz I’m beautiful. Here. I made you breakfast.”
“I didn’t say you weren’t.” Mary-Ann took a bite “Where’d you learn to cook? Everything you’ve made has been awesome!”
As Nia answered, she crossed her legs. She wished she knew about the delights of a full bladder sooner. In a way, she had always held it for a while before using the bathroom. Partly because of necessity, and partly because she could. In school, she hated putting up her hand and asking for permission to use the restroom. On the court, she had no choice. She was the best player in high school, college, and by her estimation, the pros. Pros can’t leave their team to use the restroom in the middle of a game. She had always held it for someone else. Now, she was holding it for her.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the dinging of Mary-Ann’s phone. Groaning, the business woman reviewed the text.
The distraction gave Nia a moment to clutch her privates. Her white panties were thin, and she could feel the heat from her genitals as they clenched. Her hold would have to come to an end soon. How it would end, Nia didn’t know.
“Hey, Anna needs to give me a call, do you mind if I take this?”
Nia shook her head, hands still in her groin. Mary-Ann made her way to the front door to speak outside. Soon, her presence was replaced by Karenna, who exited her room. Nia was surprised Karenna was as dressed down as she was. Dressed only in a white t-shirt and a pair of yellow panties. She looked surprisingly alert
“You’re looking awake this morning.”
“That’s because…um…I have a bit of an issue.”
Fear knifed into Nia’s heart. Worried, Nia raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t tell me you wet the bed again.”
“No!” Karenna looked at her friend, the whites of her eyes giving an ere of innocence and embarrassment “But I’ve kind of…peed in all of my clothes. Can I use the washing machine?”
Nia laughed “Didn’t you come prepared?”
“I thought I did!”
Smiling and giving a sigh, Nia gave her friend permission. She was going to do her own laundry anyway, and adding Karenna’s into the mix wouldn’t be any extra work. The sight of her own pile of soiled pants that she had kept in the bathroom gave Nia an idea on the end of her hold. After making her way back to the laundry room, she waited for Karenna to return. Her knees bouncing as she did so.
Karenna joined her in the laundry room shortly. Her face was hidden behind the large ball of clothes in her hands. Each article of clothing, whether it was jeans, leggings, shorts or sweats, was stained. Decorated with Karenna’s inability or refusal to find a proper restroom. Every pair of soiled bottoms had a pair of panties to match, and as Karenna separated her ball of used clothes, Nia bounced in front of the washing machine. Karenna smiled at her, but said nothing. Nia executed her plan
“Not gonna lie girl. I got to go!”
“I can see that.”
There was a slight pause. Nia started to help separate Karenna’s clothes.
“You’re not kidding. You pissed in all of these.”
“Yup! Everything but what I’m wearing.”
“Why not make it everything?”
Karenna’s eyes lit up. She smiled excitedly from ear to ear “Right here? I thought we couldn’t play in the house?”
Karenna didn’t get a response, instead, she got a sound. A sudden splatter rang out through the laundry room, followed by a hiss. Karenna didn’t have to look to understand what was going on, yet she did. Her longtime friend was still sorting Karenna’s pee-stained laundry, but was wetting her own panties. The white fabric had become transparent, and Nia’s pubic hair was matted to her quickly soaked panties. Karenna watched as a strong, single stream rocketed through the relatively light protection that her panties offered and continued to expand the puddle that had formed under her friends feet. Another, much weaker flow made its way off of her bubble butt and dripped into the same growing puddle on the tile floor. Nia smiled at Karenna
“Maybe just this once. You wanna see how big we can make this puddle?”
Karenna looked up and smiled back at her friend. Nia was still pissing as she sighed.
“Girl, you don’t know how good this feels. It’s so warm…I’ve been waiting all morning!”
“Look how fast Boss and I have you doing holds!”
Nia stopped. She was nearly empty. Turning around to face Karenna, she still wore her smile and a happy radiance about her. Karenna couldn’t help but stare at the now transparent front of Nia’s white panties. The outline of her friends labia stuck to the drenched fabric. As it dripped with fresh piss, Karenna admired it. She hadn’t seen Nia like this before, but now that she had-
“Holds?” Nia interrupted Karenna’s thoughts
“Yeah! It’s when you hold it for a while on purpose, then let it go. Mary-Ann does it all the time. I don’t think she ever realizes that I can tell when she has to pee, but its super obvious!”
“Kind of like how you’re starting at me?”
“I…um…” Karenna stumbled as her friend called her out
To Karenna’s astonishment, Nia pulled her piss soaked panties to the side
“Is mine any different than yours?”
“Uh…um…” Karenna could only stutter, her mind unable to comprehend the immediate gratification
“This is the only chance you’re going to get. Is this all you wanted to see?”
Nia contracted her bladder muscles again and pushed the rest of her morning pee out. Now free of the fabric confines of her panties, a small ark of piss jetted forward and landed in the wet puddle below. Quickly, the stream weakened and became only a trickle, rolling down Nia’s long legs. She didn’t mind that she exposed herself to her friend. Years of experience in locker rooms had desensitized her to her nakedness in front of others. She cared only to stamp out the potential infatuation that Karenna might develop for her. If all it took was to present herself to Karenna, it was an easy trade.
Karenna looked at Nia’s pussy. She looked her friend in the eyes. She looked back down to Nia’s pussy. Her friend parted her labia, exposing her normally hidden pink skin.
“See? Same as yours.” She closed her lips again, and covered herself with her piss covered panties. “I’ll be honest Karenna. I love holding it. I love that this is something that you and Mary-Ann have both given me. And sometimes-“ Nia motioned to her pissed panties “-sometimes I even enjoy not making it to the bathroom. But if this ever turns sexual, I’ll never play with you again. Is that clear?”
Karenna nodded. Nia smiled warmly, hoping she had extinguished the potential flames of infatuation
“Do you still want to add to this?” Nia gestured towards the puddle she had made.
Karenna smiled happily “Of course!”
She squatted down, her lips just visible around her yellow panties. She was low enough to the tiled floor that her butt rested just above the puddle of piss that Nia had created.
“Do you know how much I love this?” Karenna relaxed her hold as she spoke.
Nia walked by the crouching Karenna to get a mop. She saw her friends panties begin to darken
“Yeah. I’ve been a witness all week.” She chuckled at her own joke. “I get it though.”
“Wait. Nia?”
Nia turned to face Karenna. Her friends panties had gone from yellow to black, now saturated and heavy from the overflow of her morning pee.
“C-can you watch me?”
“You promise to never look at me like that again?”
Karenna didn’t respond with words. The simple, knowing look of two inseparable friends was enough for Nia to know that Karenna would respect her wishes. She obliged, and walked over to her panty wetting friend. She put her hand on her shoulder
“You just want me to watch?”
“Could you complement me?”
“I thought you liked being teased?”
“Sometimes. But…I could really use a complement right now.”
Nia cleared her throat “I’ve never in my life looked forward to pissing on myself. But you’ve got me excited about it Kar.”
Karenna looked up, her wetting coming to a close. Her eyes were bright with excitement
“You mean tomorrow?”
Nia nodded
“You’re really excited about it? You’re not just saying that?”
Nia gave her the same look back. One that could only be given after years of friendship.
Karenna put her head on her friends hand “You always know what to say. I’m so excited too!”
“I know you are” Nia chuckled “Let me help you clean up. Looks like you’re done here.”
As Nia walked out of the laundry room, she heard Karenna thank her.
It was a nice day. One that Mary-Ann could spend her time basking in. The warm sun was blocked only occasionally by a stray cloud, currently, her only worry was Anna. Even over the phone, the poor girl sounded tense, distracted. Mary-Ann, knowing Anna’s condition, was worried. She interrupted Anna’s report of the end of the week
“Anna, are you ok?”
“Yeah. Fine. I’m fine.”
“You don’t sound it. Do you need to take a break? I can wait.”
“I’m not a kid!” Anna burst in sudden anger “And you! …” She stopped herself “I’m-I’m sorry Mary-Ann.”
“Easy. I’m not trying to shame you. You just seemed tense.”
Anna looked down at her skirt. It hadn’t even been an hour after her escapade with Cassie. Her pee stained skirt was a constant reminder of how powerless she was over her own body. She tried to calm herself as she gave Mary-Ann a rundown on the business week.
It would have been slightly monotonous for Mary-Ann if Anna wasn’t as tense as she was. Hearing the door open behind her, Mary-Ann could feel Nia’s tall presence behind her. Her friend made no effort to interrupt the phone call, but stood, and enjoyed the rays of sun as well. She waited, giving Mary-Ann time to end her call.
“Is that all, Anna?”
The girl replied
“Alright. You’ve both done a great job this week. Give Cassie my best. Have her charge a pizza to the company for lunch or something, I think you two have earned it.”
Anna mumbled something about Cassie having given her enough and the conversation ended. Mary-Ann turned to Nia
“Are we doing much today?”
“Plenty. I thought that I’d take you boot shopping today. And Maybe Kar would like to make a game for us to play when we get back.”
“She wouldn’t come with us?”
“I’ll offer. But she’s not that kind of girl.”
“Is there something wrong with being a girly girl?”
Nia looked offended “Is there? I thought I was one.”
Mary-Ann pursed her lips “I don’t know. I always thought you were a strong, powerful woman.”
“You can be strong and still be a little effeminate. When I’m on the court, hell yeah I’m tough. But I can be a girl too.”
Mary-Ann nodded in agreement. The two stood in silence for a while, admiring the trees, the hills, the sun, everything the property had to offer. While Mary-Ann was still oblivious to the fact that Nia was wearing wet panties, the two eventually agreed to head back inside and plan the rest of their day with Karenna. Nia walked in front, amazed that her now drying panties hadn’t yet been called out.
“Why is Kar cleaning?” Mary-Ann noticed her friend and employee in the laundry room
“She had an accident. Her mess, her job.”
Mary-Ann gasped, angry with Karenna “In the house! You told her-“
Nia smiled a devilish smile as she turned to face Mary-Ann. She pulled her panties up, giving herself a camel-toe.
“I started it.”
Mary-Ann mouthed the word “dang”. She realized that Nia had scored a point. She’d have to find a way to hide her next wetting in order to even the score. A loss today would mean that Nia would win the game and Mary-Ann would be at her mercy for some sort of dare. That was not going to happen.
“Started what?” Karenna entered the kitchen and the conversation. Still wearing her pee stained panties
“Mary-Ann asked why you were cleaning.”
Karenna nodded
“And speaking of your boss Kar, I was thinking I’d take her boot shopping like I promised yesterday. Do you want in?”
Karenna responded unenthusiastically “I’d-I’d have to wait…this is all I have left for clothes and-“
“Or would you rather design a game for us to play?”
“Scavenger hunt!”
Nia was taken aback. She perked her eyebrows “Well…I guess we know what you’ll be doing.”
“Sorry. They were always my favorite game. I’d be happy to wait for you guys to get back and have something for you then.”
With that, it was decided. Nia quickly changed while Mary-Ann downed a glass of water. She was thankful for her skirt. She was sure that it would lead her to a stealthy victory.
The town had come into view. While it had been a pleasant drive, it was mostly quiet. The glass of water that she had taken was starting to rest comfortably in Mary-Ann’s bladder. Every now and again, she’d take an absent minded sip from the bottle she brought with her and place it back into the car’s cupholder.
“I still can’t believe the cup holder on this thing.”
“Genius, right?”
“I kind of want one. It heats, and cools?”
“So helpful, right? Keeps coffee nice and hot. Or not.”
Mary-Ann giggled at the joke “What do you think Kar will have for us?”
“Something creative. She’s got a mind for it. To be honest, I hope she doesn’t make the scavenger hunt too hard.”
“Oh c’mon Nia, your smart enough!”
“Not what school used to tell me. Honestly, its how we met. She was some nerd in drama club and doing you know, nerd things. And I was into sports and…more sports. They had a tutoring club, and I needed to stay on the team. They required a C average. I might not have gone pro if it wasn’t for her. They might not have even let me in the door.”
“So she got stuck with you?”
“Eh. I felt bad for her. I mean-look. We all grew up rough. But she, she had it bad.”
“Bullies?”
Nia scoffed “I wish that was it. Girls can be mean, you know? And…she was kind of heavy, in school. At least like middle school. And its easy then, because when they’d make fun of her, she could always call me over to scare ‘em off. I’ve always been tall. She got hot…I think it was sophomore year of high school.”
“Hot?”
“What, don’t you think she’s pretty?”
“Of course I do! I just, I dunno. I wouldn’t describe my friends as hot.”
Nia shrugged. “I call girls hot and guys hot. I’m married, but I still got eyes. Not that I’d ever leave Drew mind you, but…anyway. It got worse for her when she got hot.”
Mary-Ann looked at Nia, confused
“Look. Her brother…never mind. He’s a bastard and he got what was coming to him.”
Nia’s tone had shifted. Clearly anger remained. Mary-Ann didn’t press her. In awkward silence the two entered the town. As they headed towards a parking space, Nia said her peace
“What you need to know girl is that Karenna’s never been happier. At least, I’ve never seen her so bright. She doesn’t trust easy, but you. You brought out some side of her that she’s tried to hide for years.”
The two stepped out of the car as they parked. The conversation halted briefly. As the pair walked to the shoe store, Mary-Ann asked
“What-and this might be too much but…what did you mean, he got what was coming to him?”
“Prison. 20 years I think. But it should be forever.”
Mary-Ann left it at that. This was supposed to be a fun outing. Instead it had gotten rather depressing. Nonetheless, her pride in Karenna as a person and an employee was only bolstered by Nia’s words.
The shoe store was small, but idyllic. Situated just outside the main road that led into town, it was still close to the river. From the front windows, one could observe the roaring waters and passing cars alike. The shop had plenty of headroom, and Nia could comfortably stand. They were approached by a saleswoman almost immediately, and Nia led her to Mary-Ann, before browsing the shelves alone.
Mary-Ann wasn’t bothered by the woman, on the contrary, she was rather helpful. The two chatted about boots and shoes for a while. As the conversation moved to business in general, Mary-Ann started to clench her filling bladder.
“…we’ve been here for quite a while. Almost 10 years now. Yeah, business is great. The tourism really helps.”
“Hmmm...I’m sure it does. You…you know. I think I like-like these.” Mary-Ann sighed, her legs wiggling
“I’m sure they’ll look great on you. Our, um, our bathrooms are just over there” The woman pointed
Having another plan in mind, Mary-Ann brushed off the comment “Oh, I’m fine.” She crossed her legs “These, these will do.”
Nodding, accepting the sale but confused about the bathroom refusal, the woman walked behind the counter. Nia filed in behind Mary-Ann, holding a pair of long brown boots. Mary-Ann stopped her wiggling and movements that would give her filling bladder away. She couldn’t let Nia on to the fact that she had to go. It may blow her plan.
Mary-Ann paid in cash. The transaction was simple. Nia followed but paid by card, Mary-Ann held herself under her skirt while she waited. It was a little short for her liking, but she was on vacation. In her mind, it would bring her victory, and it was worth it. Exiting the store, the two walked together, both caring their bounties by the handles of cheap paper bags. The small store was bougee in nearly every aspect but their bags. Still, it gave Mary-Ann a better idea.
As they got to the car, Mary-Ann put her bag down, and claimed that she wanted to try on her new boots. Nia opened the door on her side and did the same. Rather than immediately pull off her old shoes, Mary-Ann perched herself on the door-well of the passenger seat. Carefully, she slid the paper bag beneath her. Pulling out her new boots, she took off and placed her old shoes inside the bag. As her arms swayed towards her new boots, Mary-Ann felt a wave of desperation from her bladder to her snatch. She didn’t fight, she didn’t protest. Instead, her blue panties, which hid under her skirt, began to feel warm. Mary-Ann smiled to herself, she was peeing her panties.
Quickly, the cotton fabric was overrun, and a clear, forceful stream coagulated just below her pee-hole, and inside her panties. Feeling the weight of her bladder bearing down on them, her panties distended away from the privates they were to be protecting and began to spew out her urine. A dark, almost black patch appeared on the front of them, and the running excess urine fell into the paper bag.
It was semi-public, yet discreet. Nia, nor anyone else could hear or see what she was doing. It was bold, but bold action would win her the game she and Nia were playing. Drips and drops ran over her old shoes, which were still in the bag, and the paper bag itself quickly darkened. It was wet, but not soaked and sodden the way her panties were.
“How do they fit?”
“Um. G-great!”
“Girl, let me see!”
“Uh…wait…let me get…” Mary-Ann began to fumble with her new boots.
Nia walked around the side of the car. Expecting to meet Mary-Ann near the trunk, instead, her friend was still struggling with her final boot. She hopped towards Nia, then stood still. Smiling.
“You look good!”
“Thanks! Feel good.”
With that, the two decided to meet Karenna at the house. Nia drove, unaware that Mary-Ann had wet her panties, and had scored a point for herself.
Karenna stood in front of the house as she watched the expensive car make its way down the driveway. She hoped her friends would come prepared to play. Proud of her game, she was grateful that Nia had allowed her the freedom to design something she hoped they could all enjoy. As the car parked, she hoped they would be fast. Part of her explanation required a full bladder, and Karenna had been enjoying both soda and water in equal measure. As her friends exited the car, Karenna swayed her weight from hip to hip.
“Back already?” She called out
“We had fun. But I had to make sure you didn't burn the place down!” Nia retorted
“Hey, I’m an adult! I live by myself. You can trust me!”
“I trust you with games. What do you have for us?”
Both Nia and Mary-Ann dropped their things at the door and gave Karenna their undivided attention. Still wearing her new boots, none of them knew about Mary-Ann’s wet panties, but they could all see the desperate twinges in Karenna’s body, as she shuffled in her grey jeans.
“I took some inspiration from my favorite author for the clues. You all know what a scavenger hunt is, right?”
Nia and Mary-Ann nodded.
“Each clue is a passage or a quote, which should give you two an idea of where to look for the next spot. But there’s a catch.”
Her friends eagerly awaited what the catch was
“You can make each other drink. I’ve put a different liquor at each spot, and you can make the other drink it, but…”
“But?” Nia asked
“You can only make them drink for as long as you pee.”
Mary-Ann gasped “Ohh!” She clapped her hands “This is going to be fun!”
“Here, let me demonstrate.” Karenna spread her legs
“No, I think we get it.” Nia teased
“No, I really, really need to give a 'demonstration'!”
“Mary-Ann?” Nia looked for a partner in crime
“I think Kar’s already starting to demonstrate. Look!”
Mary-Ann pointed to the crotch of Karenna’s jeans. They were slowly darkening, the wider her legs were spread, the harder it was for her to hold it.
“Count- count how long…ah…”
Suddenly, two prongs of streaking darkness erupted down each leg. Over run by her forceful pee, each had a splattering kick of pouring urine that smacked the pavement below. Mary-Ann and Nia began to count
“One” It ran down both her knee caps
“Two” To her ankles
“Three” A puddle began to form as more splattered from her rear
“Four” Each side began to leak at her cuffs, throwing more urine into the puddle
“Five” The stain stopped spreading as Karenna cut off her flow and straightened her legs
“If we were playing, you two would have to drink for that long. Not all at once, but before we left for the next space.”
“What’s the first clue?” Mary-Ann asked
Karenna reached into her back pocket and produced a now soggy sheet of paper. Her pocket itself was warm, having absorbed her piss.
“Um…O-op-o”
Karenna’s legs began to shake, the already darkened crotch of her jeans began to re-stain with the introduction of more piss. Karenna attempted to talk over her accident
“Open…h-her…”
“Teacher’s peeing her pants!” Nia shouted
Karenna grabbed her crotch. Still, more and more urine leaked and sprayed out of her. Karenna stood, shaking, attempting to play along by reading the clue, but unable to hold it any longer. Five seconds was not nearly long enough for her bladder to gain respite and despite her wishes, her pee began to freely flow out of her.
This time, it ran down her thighs. While they had been darkened already by Karenna’s demonstration, now the front of her thighs were inundated with hot, streaming piss. A loud hiss echoed from her moist genitals, matched only by the splattering puddle below her. Still clutching the crotch of her jeans, Karenna’s hand became hot, wet with fresh pee. She gave up trying to speak, and finished peeing her pants instead. When she had finished, Karenna weakly stated
“I-I didn’t actually mean t-to do that.”
“It was fun to watch, if that helps.” Nia explained
Karenna smiled and read from her clue
“Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he-“
“Stop!” Nia exclaimed “Are these even words?”
“Yeah, I’m tracking.” Mary-Ann spoke. Karenna continued
“But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door- Perched, and sat, and nothing more.”
“Well…I lose.” Nia was quick to count herself out “I got nothing”
Karenna said nothing as her pants cooled. She was aggravated that her bladder had let her down.
“It’s a tough one. Why don’t we walk?” Mary-Ann suggested “Should we all be…empty?”
“Up to you.” Karenna didn’t have a preference
“I’m good.” Nia really didn’t feel any need
“Me too. I peed when we were shopping.” Mary-Ann said matter-of-factly
Karenna didn’t think anything of it, and the trio began to walk as Mary-Ann thought what the clue could mean. Nia had something else on her mind
“When did you go?”
Mary-Ann smiled slyly to herself “I really had to go while we were shopping, and I decided to go before we got back in the car.”
“Really?” Nia put her hand on Mary-Ann’s butt, just under her skirt “Damn, you really went.”
Mary-Ann swatted Nia’s hand away
“Get your hand off my butt!”
“Hey, I had to check!”
“Fine. But I’ll be sure to show you next time. You know, when I win.”
“You’re not winning this.”
Mary-Ann shrugged. “Tie game though.”
There was a quiet as the group roamed the driveway. Mary-Ann was racking her brain over what Karenna’s clue could possibly mean. Lord or Lady. She thought. Could that be it? What on earth could that mean? Shutter? Mary-Ann looked at the house. No storm shutters. Days of yore? Kids maybe? No, that doesn’t make any sense. Mary-Ann decided to chat, and bring her mind back to the topic afterwards
“Kar. Nia tells me you were in the drama club.”
“For a little bit, yeah. I love theater, and music. The people in drama club? Not so much.”
“I see. Maybe you could join an improv group in town or something. Might be fun. I had no idea you liked that kind of stuff.”
The conversation ended there. But the break had given Mary-Ann a second to recoup her thoughts. Chamber door. Perched upon a bust…
“Nia, the gate has an eagle bust, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Perched upon a bust. I bet that’s where Kar hid it!”
“Race?”
“How’s that fair? Mrs. Pro Athlete.”
“Fine, but c’mon! I’ll bet it’s there.”
Karenna said nothing, but Mary-Ann was right.
The group reached the top of the hill that was bisected by the driveway. Ignoring the sides of the paved path, it was easy to spot the glint of an object propped against the base of the perched eagles. Nia was the first to reach it.
“Uncle Rooster’s sour mash Bourbon.” She paused “Kar, where did you find this?”
“In your liquor cabinet, where else?”
“Must be Drew’s…I’m not going to have to drink any, am I?”
Mary-Ann shook her head “I don’t have to go.”
“..but I do…” Karenna said slyly.
“Again? It’s been like 2 seconds since your ‘demonstration’.”
“You should be excited to try new things!”
Nia made a face. Mary-Ann conceded
“I-I actually kind of want to try it.”
“You’ll have enough for a little bit.” Karenna sat on the driveway she pointed between her friends “Which one of you is going to keep time?”
“Me” Nia said quickly
“I don’t think it’ll be a ton. Maybe if I…” Karenna rolled onto her back and pulled her legs towards herself.
While not a full camel-toe, there was a small bump just at Karenna’s genitals. The grey denim of her jeans was well wet and nearly black at her crotch. Again it darkened, and Karenna responded
“Ahhh…I love how warm it gets”
Nia watched and counted
“One. Two. Three”
“Ack!”
“What?”
“It went up my butt! I’ve never gone in this position before!”
“You messed up my count!”
“Call it four. I’m done. I think.” Karenna put her legs back down. She sat in a near crab walk, admiring the small puddle that was now running downhill. She smiled at Nia and remembered her desperate phrase from their holding contest. “I had to go potty.”
Nia seemed bothered by the juvenile phrase “Yes. Yes you did.”
Dusting herself off, Karenna stood and watched Nia walk the short distance back to Mary-Ann, who was first to open the bottle. Smelling the now opened bourbon, Mary-Ann enthusiastically raised her eyebrows. The first to take a drink, both Karenna and Nia counted off. Without flinching, Mary-Ann survived the four seconds. She smacked her lips.
“Not bad. I guess. Doesn’t really have the burn that you’d expect, but boy is that rye strong.”
Her words gave Nia encouragement. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all. She took the bottle next. Mary-Ann and Karenna counted off
“One, tw-“
“Ow! What the fuck!” Nia coughed and spat, nearly breaking the bottle as she dropped it.
Sinking to her knees, she hacked and attempted to spit out the liquid that she had consumed. It was too late. Mary-Ann picked up the bottle.
“We didn’t get past two.”
Between coughs, Nia argued “You’re going to kill me with that.”
“Oh, its not that bad. Here, one second at a time.”
Karenna and Mary-Ann counted off, and Nia was just barely able to make it past the required time. While she dealt with the heavy taste of the bitter liquor, Mary-Ann asked for the next clue. Karenna pointed the base of the eagle bust. Another written sheet of paper. Mary-Ann was glad that Karenna’s handwriting was impeccable. She read the next clue aloud while Nia fought off another coughing fit.
“I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye, not even his, could have detected anything wrong.” Mary-Ann thought for a moment. “I honestly have no idea what you could be going for here Kar.”
“I have faith in you boss! You’ll get it.”
Nia took a moment to breathe. Her throat burned. The only positive was the pleasant warmth that was maneuvering down her body with the liquid’s adventure to her stomach. It was immediately followed up by another negative. Her bladder. It felt as though the heavy liquor had dropped right into it as soon as it had passed through her lips. She’d get Mary-Ann back once they found the second spot. She was sure of it.
Mary-Ann was buzzed. If only slightly so. It wasn’t a ton of liquor but it nearly clocked in at 100 proof. It was strong, but at least it was tasty. As the group resumed their pace around the top of the property, Mary-Ann led her mind back to Karenna’s clue. …that no human eye, not even his , could have detected anything wrong. Could that be it? No. There’s no guy around here. Unless Drew. Maybe his sleeping bag?
“Nia, where did you put Drew’s sleeping bag?”
“You mean the one…”
“Yeah, the one Kar used.”
“It was an accident!”
“I wasn’t saying it wasn’t! You know. Never mind. I don’t think Kar would have brought that memory back up.”
Sorry Kar, I didn’t mean to bring that back up. Way to go Mary-Ann, you’re running your own mortgage company and you can’t even pick up on basic social cues? Mary-Ann shook her head, laughing at herself. Turning her attention back to the clue, Mary-Ann thought. I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. Huh. Flooring.
“Kar, did you hide anything in the house?”
“No. I’ll tell you that much, but no more.”
Three planks. Flooring.
“I’ve got it!”
“What?” Nia turned around from her lead position of the trio
“The dock! I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. Kar went under the planks, from the flooring of the dock!”
“Damn Kar, your boss is smart.”
“Isn’t she?” Karenna conceded
The group made its way back down the driveway, past the circular end and over to the dock behind the house. While nothing was quite obvious yet, both Nia and Mary-Ann looked around. The dock itself was empty, and the boat was devoid of any more clues or liquor. Nia walked over a particular board. It was looser than normal.
“Kar, did you break my dock?”
“No!”
“Hmmm…” Nia pulled up on the warped piece of wood
“Then how’d these get down here?” Nia pulled out a bottle of spiced rum and another clue
“It was already lose! Besides, I thought it was a good clue.”
“I swear Karenna, if you ripped up the dock-“
“No! I would never!”
“Ok. Ok.” Nia put her hand up “I believe you. But you can get carried away sometimes, is all.”
“Are either of you going to make the other drink?” Karenna was invested in the answer
Nia tossed the bottle of rum to Mary-Ann. Though surprised, the business woman caught it.
“Yeah, you.” Nia pointed to Mary-Ann “I’m getting you back for making me drink that stuff.” She said playfully, while sliding her long arms behind her back. “I want you to count.” Turning her head to Karenna, Nia asked “Does it have to be with our pants on?”
Karenna hadn’t considered it . She thought for a second
“You know what? Yeah. But the next one is the last. You can pick either way on that one.”
Nia made a face. Karenna figured her friend was having an internal debate. Without taking her eyes off Karenna, Nia admitted
“You know, I really haven’t gone since this morning.”
“One. Two.” Mary-Ann started counting. Karenna knew what was going on. Nia was peeing.
“So I’ve been holding it for a little while actually.”
“Three, four.”
“I don’t honestly know which I like better. But, girl let me tell you. I love holding it.”
“Five, six, seven.”
“Alright, that’s enough.” Nia shook one of her legs, the denim of her jeans holding her urine tightly “Why is it only down this one? Ugh, and its cooling already!”
“So seven?” Karenna asked
“N-no. I c-can’t…”
“Eight, nine.”
“I-I st-stopped it. I think.” Nia looked at Mary-Ann “We gotta find that last one soon. It hurts to stop!”
“Guess you’ll have to hold it while I drink.” Mary-Ann smiled. She took a sip “aren’t you lucky this is kind of weak.”
Nia shoved her hands into her crotch “Hurry!”
“Only if you read the clue.”
“Oh!” Karenna interjected “And she has to solve it this time. No help from you, boss.”
Mary-Ann shrugged and began to down the rum. Nia had gotten hers in the end. In intervals of four, she downed the rum quickly, reaching the nine seconds easily. She pointed the bottle at Nia, the buzz was slowly becoming drunkenness. “Read girl, read.”
Sighing, Nia read the paper, also handwritten. Her hand did not move from her crotch
“He who has never swooned, i-is not he…” Nia sighed “Oh!” She exhaled, holding it. “…who finds strange palaces and wildly familiar faces IN coals that glow.”
“Nia sprung a leak!” Mary-Ann called out
“Sh-shut up! I can hold it!”
Mary-Ann giggled, her drunkenness setting in. Nia took another deep breath and held it again
“..is not he who beholds floating in mid-air the sad visions that the many may not view-“
“Kar, get your friend to s-stop p-peeing! Ne-Nias-s leaking again!”
“Let me finish this stupid thing! …is not he who ponders over the perfume of some novel flower!”
Despite her multiple leaks, they were small, and Nia held much more in her still full bladder. Hinging at the hips and bending down, she still held herself tightly.
“Any ideas?” Karenna was sure she’d have to give up at least one
“I don’t know…flowers, coals, mid-air probably means the hill where we got the firewood.”
“Wow. Yeah you’re dead on…How?”
“Cuz I have to fuckin’ piss! Enh!”
Nia took off across the property, each foot crossing over the last. Despite her athletic prowess and long legs, her stilted movement from her agitated bladder slowed her down. Even slightly drunk, Mary-Ann and a short but sober Karenna were able to keep pace. Just behind Nia’s jiggling butt and wet jeans, Mary-Ann talked to Karenna. Her inside thoughts were out
“Kar! Kar! I have-I have to tell you.” The smell of alcohol on Mary-Ann’s breath was obvious as she grabbed Karenna and pulled her into a one armed hug “Nia. Nia’s gotta p-piss.”
“Yes boss. I can see that.”
“No, no. I mean like. She’s-she-she’s about to wet her pants. Like, its…yeah.”
“I think she can hold it. She’s as strong as you are boss.”
“Y-you-you’re strong too Kar, itsss just that you-you like to pee your pants and-and th-that takes over.”
“I think we-“
“No! Do-do you know what I’m s-saying?”
“Uh?”
“Like wh-when we were with Sarah? Y-you held it like-like a champ!”
“Th-thanks but I-“
“I know, you pissed yourself. But-but listen. Listen. Shoot. I forgot.”
The trio stopped at the base of the hill. Nia walked over to a tree and rested against it. Attempting to help hold it, she rubbed the crotch of her jeans.
“Just, just go girl.” Mary-Ann slurred
“No.” Nia pointed at Karenna “She gave me a challenge. I’m going to pass it.”
“What? What did I-“
“You said if we make it to the last spot we can choose how we go. Right?”
Karenna nodded
“So I’m going to go like a normal person. I said. I like both.” Nia was emphatic, yet desperate
Mary-Ann burst out laughing. A far cry from her normal reaction “Are you masturbating?”
“I’m trying to hold it. It helps.”
Karenna hadn’t noticed it, but the way Nia was messaging her fingers over her jeans made it suddenly clear.
“That-you-you’re supposed to do that after!”
Without saying another word, Nia began to waddle up the hill. Her bladder, which begged for its release, had granted her enough time to make it to the top. Karenna hung on Mary-Ann’s last words. She was curious, a drunk Mary-Ann might tell her more than a sober one. Daring a question she would normally never ask, Karenna took a shot
“Do…do you ever…you know…after?”
“If I’m freaking horny! Yeah!”
“Oh.” Karenna got her answer
“That reminds me! I remember NOW.” Mary-Ann slapped Karenna playfully on the chest
“What? What?” Karenna was shocked at the sudden slap
“Did you.” Mary-Ann paused for no reason other than the fact that she was officially drunk “Did you like it when you pissed your pants in front of Sarah?”
“In hindsight. Yeah. I kind of do. Even, even her reaction.”
“We should- we should do that.”
“Um…”
“Like on a Saturday. You remember when-when I pissed in my office?”
“Yeah?”
“We should-we should reenact one. One of those times. Oh! Or both!”
“But…your rule.” Karenna didn’t really have an objection, but she was loyal to Mary-Ann. She would let her say things she’d have to take back
“Oh…yeah. I forgot-I put that in place, cuz I don’t want you-you…playing. I know you would!”
Karenna didn’t say anything. She knew drunk Mary-Ann meant well, but the fact that she had her rule in place bothered Karenna. Now was not the time to discuss it.
The group reached the top of the hill. The first sight that Nia had shown them when they arrived, the clifftop view was still impeccable. A bottle of vodka glinted in the sunlight. Ignoring the stiff drink, Nia exclaimed
“Finally!”
Dropping her already wet jeans down to just below her butt, Nia bent slightly backwards, her butt towards the picturesque view of the valley below. Her pussy hung just above the edge of her jeans. Immediately, piss rocketed out of her, spraying liberally over the back of her jeans and onto the rocky ground below her. The light grey of the rockface quickly turned black as a wide puddle formed. Nia was holding back no longer.
“Wait, Nia! You were supposed to-“
Nia wasn’t listening to Karenna, in response, she contracted her bladder muscles harder, and the force of her urine exiting her body increased. It splattered the backs of her ankles and splattered onto the hard ground with such noise, that it echoed past her friends ears.
“Me too.” Mary-Ann slurred her words as she wobbled
“But I was hoping-“
Karenna wasn’t heard. In an instant, a strong flow emerged from under Mary-Ann’s skirt. She was standing on the edge of the rockface, closest to the dirt of the woods behind her. The puddle that formed below her began to run backwards, and soak into the dirt behind her.
“You know what? Fine.”
Karenna relaxed her own bladder, rewetting her jeans again. Now the three friends, each standing on the cliff, developed puddles beneath themselves. They were supposed to drink before going this time, but Karenna knew what battles to pick. She still got to pee with her friends and for now, that’s all that mattered to her.
When they had finished, Nia pulled her jeans back up. Her panty-less pussy dripped into the already wet crotch.
“Kar, did you pee again?”
Karenna nodded. “And you two were supposed to drink before going this time.”
“Oh. Sorry. I was so focused on going that-“
“It’s fine. Just, you know, have some now, and I’ll call it even.”
“Does anyone want these?” Mary-Ann was holding her crumpled panties in her hand, in her drunkenness, she was legitimately offering them. “I had…two accidents…in…in these. Today.”
“I don’t want ‘em” Nia was quick to respond
Karenna did. But she knew better than to take advantage of a drunken Mary-Ann. She shook her head, denying herself for the right reasons
“Enh!” Mary-Ann tossed them as hard as she could.
The weight of her piss was enough to add some velocity and her panties made it over the edge of the cliff, falling a great distance below.
“I don’t want them. Neither. Call me, Cassie.”
“What?” Karenna was confused
“She doesn’t wear them.” Mary-Ann pointed at Nia “Like you. Hey.” Mary-Ann paused. “Why…why don’t you shave?”
“I do.”
“No, you-your…”
“My pussy?”
“Yeah! That. I forgot, I almost…forgot…what.” Mary-Ann started to mumble incoherently
“Drew likes it. I like it. You should try it.”
Mary-Ann had already forgotten her question. Karenna spoke to Nia
“Alright, drink up. I’m calling it at five.”
“Me too!”
“No more for you, boss.”
“Aw rats.”
Sighing, Nia slowly drank while Karenna counted off the time. Wincing, Nia coughed. She wasn’t used to it, nor did this liquor taste good.
“You lightweight” Mary-Ann spoke
“Hey! At least I’m not drunk right now.”
“You-you-you you will be. Trust me…” Mary-Ann began to mumble again.
“Alright, lets get you somewhere safe boss. Maybe sit down and enjoy the sun.”
Nia followed the group back down the hill. Though the vodka was only slightly better than the bourbon, it still warmed her insides. As they continued down the hill, Nia started to feel happy. She knew the same fate would befall her as it did Mary-Ann. She hoped it wouldn’t be as bad. As they reached the bottom of the hill, she felt as though she had to tell Karenna
“Kar, I need new pants, these ones have piss in them.”
“Ok, lets, sit Mary-Ann down-“
“I love you guys!” Mary-Ann interjected
“Love you too boss. Let’s sit her down out back, and get you new pants.”
“No it’s fine. I got it.”
Karenna sat Mary-Ann down at the table out back, and was surprised when she turned around. Nia was bottomless, her hairy muff and long legs completely exposed.
“Where-girl, where are your pants?”
“Up” Nia pointed to the driveway “There.”
Karenna shook her head. She took a seat facing Mary-Ann, who was quickly joined by Nia, the two drunken friends were both facing Karenna. After a considerable amount of time had passed, Nia told the group
“That was-that was fun. Not the al-alcohol part, cuz I don’t like being…this. But I thank you Kar. And, I’d never say this sober, but this game that you two” She pointed to Mary-Ann, who had her head down on the table and Karenna “play is fun. An-and I think I’m going to show Drew.”
Before Karenna could respond, Mary-Ann shot her head up. Peering off into the distance, as if entranced in thought, she suddenly spoke
“I hate guys who-who live alone, an-and own…fs-fucking cats.”
“Um…” Karenna didn’t know how to respond
“Like-what, what’s your favorite an-aminal Ne-Nia?”
“Dog”
“See, cuz you get it. I-I like dogs too. What-what about you?” She pointed at Karenna, her eyes as if she was looking through a heavy fog
“Me? I like bears boss.”
Silence. A thought hit Mary-Ann. She burst out laughing. Not knowing what was so funny, but slightly drunk, Nia started laughing too.
“What? What’s so funny?”
“Nickname, have, have a new one…”
“For me?”
“Uh-huh.” There was a pause. As if some grand revelation had graced her, Mary-Ann spoke softly “PBear.”
Both Nia and Mary-Ann erupted into laughter. Nia almost fell off of her chair. Mary-Ann’s face turned a deep red as her body expelled itself of oxygen as she guffawed. Amidst the howling laughter of her friends, Karenna waited for the two to calm down. Still laughing, Mary-Ann suddenly stopped
“Aw man.” A splattering sound emerged from her seat “I was saving this for later.”
Nia laughed and snorted as Mary-Ann lost control.
“She-she laughed so hard she peed!”
This time, Karenna couldn’t help but laugh a little. She took no joy in her boss’s drunkenness and outright accident, but the situation in of itself was funny to her.
“Oh that reminds me! I need pants!” Nia sprung up from her chair and shambled towards the house
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah! I’m ok!”
Karenna sat with Mary-Ann as she finished peeing. She picked her head up, red in the face, she nearly looked as though she was about to cry
“You were-you laughed at me.”
“Oh, but it was funny!”
“But…but…”
Karenna sighed, exasperated from dealing with her drunken boss “You want me to do it too?”
“Yeah. I don’t want to be-be the onl…only one.”
Karenna crossed her arms and shook her head “Fine.”
Karenna wasn’t desperate. Her bladder wasn’t even close to full. But soon a splatter and a hiss could be heard from her. Karenna welcomed the warmth that came with a wetting but it was missing something. Annoyed that she was again letting go of a barely full bladder, and unable to enjoy a full release, she raised an irritated eyebrow at her boss. After just a few moments, she was done.
“I did it. Better?”
Mary-Ann smiled “Better!”
Karenna looked over Mary-Ann’s shoulder as her boss put her head down. Nia was kneeling in the grass just behind them. Sporting a blue pair of athletic shorts, Karenna was worried that her friend might be sick. Rushing over in her already wet, yet warmed jeans, she quickly reached Nia, who had her eyes closed. Feeling Karenna’s presence, she shushed her.
“But I wasn’t-“
“Shhh…hear that?”
“N-no?”
“I’m peeing.”
“Oh-ok.”
“No. Shhh. Don’t tell-don’t tell Mary-Ann, ok?”
“Fine. Come join us when you’re done though.”
Nia nodded. By the time Karenna got back to the table, she rose from her spot in the grass and shook. Her blue shorts wet around her butt.
The rest of the evening was spent keeping her friends in check. Karenna was glad when she finally convinced them to go inside. Leading the group back towards the house, she was too far ahead to hear Nia happily tell Mary-Ann
“I win, bitch.”
A/N: The ending there wasn't meant to come across as a derogatory comment, but a drunk Nia who just won a game against Mary-Ann. Speaking of which, did you like drunk Karenna, Nia or Mary-Ann the best? And should Karenna's new nickname stick? Also, Mary-Ann now owes Nia a dare, and any suggestions are welcome! In case you were wondering, the passages Karenna had the group read where from "The Raven", "Telltale Heart", and "The Pit and the Pendulum", all of them by Edgar Allen Poe. Lastly, there is an intentional misspelling of the word animal by Mary-Ann, apologies if it bothers you, but that is what her speech is supposed to have sounded like.
Edited February 21, 2022 by knockonthedoor
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A/N: Told you the last of the long sub-chapters were gone! This means that each section should be out a little faster. I'm curious as to what you think of the characterization of Mary-Ann is in this one. Also, I think her relationship with Nia grows by leaps and bounds here, but I'm not yet sure how to put that into words. Let me know what your thoughts are. As always, feedback is not only welcome, but appreciated!
Chapter 5.9: Nia's Release
Nia’s heart was nearly beating out of her chest. She sat next to Mary-Ann as they rode down the hill, away from her home. Metaphorically, it was away from the safety and comfort of the new games her friends had shown her. At home she didn’t have to worry. Out here, the chance of getting caught was very real. And that was the game. Nia didn’t want to get caught, she knew the potential consequences, she knew her friends knew about those consequences and yet the fun to her, was the avoidance of those consequences. They all knew what they were going to the park to do. The quiet that had come over each of the friends oozed as much tension. Part of Nia wanted to laugh. It was like this before a big game. She had been in this spot before, she was sure she could break her friends out of the tension-filled haze. She looked back at Karenna, the smaller girl was staring out the window, hands in the crotch of her khakis while she bounced her knee rhythmically on the floor.
“Bit of an ugly day, isn’t it?”
“Hmm? Yeah…it is.”
Karenna felt overhydrated. It was a sickening feeling. Like she had water in her throat. Her stomach was bloated and overfilled with liquid. The only positive was that she had a full bladder, however it too, was overfilled. Her morning pee and her excessive water glasses at breakfast had quickly inflated her bladder to the point that her brain was demanding that she let go. Now well past the point of holding it for a proper bathroom, her brain demanded to know why she couldn’t simply wet her pants now.
Her crossed legs helped keep her hand in her crotch as Karenna exhaled. There was nothing out the window that could keep her attention. Even if she loved trees more than anything in the world, they were simply moving too fast to observe any particular one. Pee. Pee. Pee. The only thought on her mind distracted her from what she wanted. She was going to wet her pants in public today. Maybe someone would finally say something. This was her trip, what she wanted. And she had nearly ruined it. Too much water, like Icarus and his wings, she recalled. Let some out. Do it. No. No don’t. Save it, save it all. You have plenty more, let some go. No! She argued with herself. Alright. You know what? Put yourself there. You’re on a road trip, and your friends won’t let you go. This is the start. You told them you have to go. Let a little out.
Karenna’s mind was protecting her from herself. Her bladder was filled, and her kidneys had much more left in them. She could let some out and would have plenty to spare. Translated to a fantasy, Karenna played into it. Told you guys I need to potty! She gave her friends a much more aggressive nature than either of them would have, as she let her first spirt of hot piss out of her womanhood. It was orgasmic. What she wanted in a wetting. To be as full as she was. To have no other option. Another spirt, and another. Closing her eyes she pushed a jet of pee out, this one long enough to hiss for a moment. Long enough to darken the crotch of her khaki’s.
Whap! Nia smacked her leg with some force from the passenger side. Karenna opened her eyes and mouthed
“What?”
“Already?” Nia mouthed back
“I have to go!” Karenna only barely whispered
“Hey, what’s going on?” Mary-Ann interjected
“Kar needs a bathroom.”
“Don’t we all? I mean, I really have to-“
“No, like, she went.”
“It was just a leak!”
“Don’t hurt yourself there Kar. We have towels for a reason.”
“Aren’t these for afterwards?” Nia asked
“Sure. But if Kar needs to use them now, she can. We can try a different day.”
“She can hold it!”
“I-I don’t know. I-I really need to pee.”
“You’re good.”
“Kar, if you have to pee your pants, you can. You know that.” Mary-Ann was trying to comfort her, but she had her own designs to abort this idea as well. “I might…have to let some out too. I drank a lot.”
“We all did.” Nia tried to keep the group on track “I really got to go too, but we aren’t even ten minutes from the park.”
Quiet returned to the group, if only briefly. Mary-Ann then looked over to Nia, a sheepish smile on her face.
“What?” Nia dared to ask
“I just went a little.”
“Damn it girl! Hold it!”
“Oh, it’s just a little! It’s fun!”
“Yeah, do just a little one Nia!” Karenna chimed in
“I can’t. It’d all come out. You saw me yesterday.”
“Ope!” Mary-Ann giggled “Some more! Kar, you think we’re going to make it to the park?”
Karenna snickered, her wet spot grew again “Maybe just a little more, then I can hold it.”
“C’mon you two! We, we have to. We want to find a spot at the park!”
“I thought this was just for Karenna?” Mary-Ann questioned Nia
“Um. Yeah, it is…lets just make it to the park, ok?”
Karenna smiled to herself. This is what she wanted. A friend who wanted this as much as she did. She hoped Nia would get the same thrill she was seeking.
The silence that ensued on the rest of the trip was no longer tense. Lightened by their leaking, intentional or not, both Karenna and Mary-Ann had enjoyed the banter between themselves. Nia still gnawed in anticipation. The park wasn’t far from the house, nor from their present position on the road, still, it felt like an eternity for her.
As the sign for the park came into view, and the row of trees that separated the open fields from the parking lot came closer, Mary-Ann felt afraid. She had done this once before. She had played with desperation in public before, and had no problem with that. This was different. She wouldn’t judge Karenna for what she liked, or even Nia if she enjoyed their little excursion, but Mary-Ann begged herself not to go. Pulling into the parking lot, she parked her SUV. She sighed deeply. She looked at Nia, who smiled back. She looked at Karenna in the back seat, who was fumbling with the lock.
“A-are we sure we…we want to do this?”
“Yes.” Nia said emphatically
“Do you really need me to answer?” Karenna was still playing with the handle, a pointless endeavor so long as the lock was engaged
Mary-Ann exhaled “Fine. Fine.” She unlocked the doors, and stepped out of the car
Nia met her first and the two walked ahead of Karenna. The rows of trees that were set between the parking lot and the open fields hid a small creek. The path over it was simple enough, but the cover of the trees and the gentle flow of water gave Nia the courage to ask Mary-Ann a favor.
“Hey boss-lady, I could use your help.”
“Hmm?” Mary-Ann was open to help her friend
“More of a favor, really”
“Uh-oh. Is this because I lost?”
“So you do remember! No. I think I’ll hold on to that one. I mean, we’re friends, right? We’ll hang out sometime, just us.”
“I don’t think I’m going to hang out with a dare hanging over my head.”
“It’ll be fun! Nothing as extreme as this. Unless you want it to be.”
“Ok. Alright, what do you need?”
“When I do it. Can you act shocked?”
Mary-Ann remembered Anna’s words to her in the parking garage and repeated them “I don’t know. I’m not really a good actress.”
“I don’t say I needed an actress. I need you to act shocked once I start going. Can you do that?”
“Sure. I guess.”
Nia put her arm around Mary-Ann as they made it through the trees and onto the main walking path of the park
“Nervous?”
“Yes. Very.”
“Me too. I always get nervous. Even before a preseason game. You know what though?”
“What?”
“You should go when I go. We’ll do this together.”
“I don’t know if I can just decide-“
“You’re my pee buddy, right?”
“Yeah”
“So lets act like it. I start, you start. We’re in this together Mary-Ann.”
Mary-Ann smiled as she broke free of Nia’s arm. “Thanks.”
Nia patted her on the back “Remember, I need you to act shocked.”
In a way, Mary-Ann felt better. Coincidentally, the clouds parted slightly and the sun shone for a moment. For that brief moment, Mary-Ann enjoyed the warmth from the sky. It was over quickly, and the sky again turned grey. To the right of the group was a soccer field. Painted with the proper lines and netted goals, it gave amateur athletes and students alike the opportunity to improve their skills. The undefined field that separated the soccer and baseball diamond had an assortment of different sporting equipment and goals for anyone to use. The entire complex was an outdoorsman’s dream.
“What about the softball field? We could be three players without a bathroom break.” Nia’s mind was flooded with ideas
“Ehh…some of my happiest memories are playing softball. I don’t really want to mix them with…this.”
“Oh, c’mon boss! This is fun! We’ve all got to pee, no place to go. Maybe someone will even see us!”
“Kar, please. Don’t say that.” Mary-Ann crossed her legs. The group had stopped, and in doing so, had given her time to think about her bloated bladder
“Hey Nia, I think Mary-Ann’s got to pee!” Karenna said happily, her own wet spot an indication of her need
“Oh, she’s a girl that’s got to go! Not me though.” Nia winked at Mary-Ann, a language she had picked up on from their time together
Mary-Ann couldn’t help but let a small smile crease her lips. As she dug her hands into her crotch, she responded “Yeah, I’d be shocked if I found out you couldn’t hold it either!” She winked back
“So are we going to do it?” Karenna was eager
“Um…lets keep walking.” Nia looked around, as she did, a sudden twinge forced her to bring her knee up towards her crotch. An indication that she was just as desperate as the other two. “Towards that, is that a washroom over there?” She pointed
Karenna shrugged, and the group began to walk towards the small wooden structure. As they did so, Karenna felt a wave of desperation hit. In response, she let out a quick jet of pee. Smiling as her wet spot grew again, she thought of the nickname Mary-Ann had drunkenly given her. She wondered if it would stick.
“Boss?”
“Hmm?”
“How much do you remember from last night?”
“Not much…PBear.”
“Why. Why is that the one?”
Mary-Ann turned around, still walking, though backwards. She pointed to the stain on Karenna’s khakis
“Cuz you always have to pee!”
“I guess…”
“And you’re tough like a bear! You’re a killer when it comes to closing a deal.”
Karenna smiled at the complement “You, you think bears are cute too?”
Mary-Ann stopped walking for a moment, allowing Karenna to catch up with her.
“Well sure. But none of them are as cute as you!” Mary-Ann turned back around and caught up with Nia
Karenna stood in place, stunned. Mary-Ann had just called her cute. Her mind was flooded instantly with lude mental images. Fuck me. Take me right now boss. Please! Her clit throbbed and her pussy tingled I love you Mary-Ann. Please! Karenna began to grow wet in another way, she bit her lip as she watched Mary-Ann and Nia walk into the distance. She needed a moment to collect her thoughts as her friends made it to the restrooms
Nia’s heart pounded. Each step of her journey to the public bathrooms was one step closer to her release. One step closer to a new experience. A new risk. New sensation. The potential for getting caught, the potential for a new adrenaline rush. She felt dizzy. Like she was walking on air, like the first step onto the concrete platform wasn’t real. She made it to the wooden door. The overwhelming stench of a public restroom at a park was nearly lost on her. All she could think about was the deed she was about to commit. Pins and needles followed the goosebumps on her skin. Nia exhaled, the tension only slightly dissipating. She jimmied the door. Locked. Perfect. She turned to Mary-Ann.
“It’s locked.”
Mary-Ann’s eyes told the story. Wide with anticipation and fear, they darted from the door to Nia’s jeans, and erratically as the reality of the act they were going to commit hit her. She said nothing. She let Nia guide them.
Nia pulled her lips back, closer to her teeth. She tried to relax. To let go as she had learned. The familiar rush hit her. The feeling of a draining bladder, then it stopped. It was as if there was a brick wall between her slit and her jeans. She locked eyes with Mary-Ann, the latter begging her not to go through with this with her body language. Nia became more entrenched, more determined to go through with it. She remembered how long it took for her to start the first time. The struggle at the start of the week. Nia could over come this. Closing her eyes, she made herself a scenario. You told them you didn’t have to go. You said you could hold it. You were lying about how desperate you’ve been. Now the washroom’s locked, and its too late. Here it comes! Nia felt the first few drops escape. You can’t wait any longer. Your friends are going to be shocked. A weak flow started. Escaping past her labia, it ran sideways. Maneuvering through her ample pubic hair, and without panties to stop it, her weak flow dripped into her jeans. She felt the familiar warmth on her crotch, signaling to her brain that she was doing it. With one final thought she kicked the last barrier down. You did it girl. You’re peeing your pants. Open your eyes and let your friend see
Her weak stream became its usual hiss. Now pouring out of her snatch, the crotch of her jeans quickly darkened, creating an obvious pee stain. Each thigh became coated along the inseam of her pants, two long streaks began to form as her pent up pee rushed down each leg. As Nia had asked, she heard a gasp from Mary-Ann, despite the stilted nature of her poorly acted shock, it was just what Nia wanted.
“Nia! You’re peeing!”
“Ah! …Yeah. I lied…in the car. I was really desperate. And, they locked the door…”
Out of instinct, she crossed her legs and grabbed her crotch. There was no stopping the flow, and not that she would have wanted to anyway. She pushed harder as it began to smack and splatter the concrete below her. Each thigh was drenched in cascading piss and new flows began to leak from her jeans, creating an ever expanding puddle under Nia. She wanted Mary-Ann to join her. They were in this together. She began to push Mary-Ann with her words
“Looks like you’re doing it too!”
“Um…” Mary-Ann hadn’t started
Nia pointed to the small wet spot Mary-Ann had made in the car. It was just visible on her grey leggings
“I see that spot growing.” Suddenly it did. Then it stopped
“Um…uhh…”
“C’mon Mary-Ann, doors locked, you’re desperate. You don’t have an option.” The spot grew wider, a small streak breaking free down one leg
“There it is! You can’t hold it either!”
Mary-Ann exhaled “I’m-I’m doing this…”
She looked down as the dark streak rapidly descended towards her sneakers. It quickly pooled into them and started a puddle of her own. Her other leg began to show the same symptom as urine poured out of her. Both legs dripped and splattered as her puddle grew to compete with Nia's. An odd sound, a yelp escaped Mary-Ann’s lips. She put her head in her hands, even as she continued to pee
“What…what am I doing?” She squealed
Nia finished peeing and shook herself dry as she put her hand on Mary-Ann’s shoulder
“Hey, hey you’re doing a great job.”
“I’m…I’m pissing myself in pub-public”
“That’s the point of this isn’t it? People wouldn’t expect us; you, me, Kar, to like this. But we do.” She had to talk over the splattering of Mary-Ann’s pee “It’s so wrong, abnormal, different. But that’s the thrill. We like it because we’re different.” She hugged Mary-Ann “And I promise you. I won’t let us get caught. This is the greatest rush in the world- to lose it in the middle of a public space and get away with it”
Nia’s voice hissed with her enjoyment of what they had just done. Mary-Ann finished, she retorted
“It-it’s so…obvious what we…”
Nia cut her off “And we’re going to get away with it. Now let’s find Kar.”
Mary-Ann was still. She didn’t move as Nia walked by her. She started to shake visibly as Nia turned around
“I-I want to le-leave…” She appeared to be on the verge of tears
Nia walked back. She was face to face with Mary-Ann.
“Thank you. For doing what I asked. Thank you from showing me this- this thrill. I made a promise to you, just now. I will not let you get caught. And I don’t break promises.” She reached out her hand “Trust me?”
Mary-Ann took it, expecting a handshake, Nia pulled her in for a platonic hug “I’m not going to let you down, ok?”
Mary-Ann nodded, stifling her tears. The two turned, and went in search of Karenna.
The day was grey, disappointing considering the nice weather they had been getting. It was just as disappointing as the empty park. Karenna wanted someone to see her. Not just see her, but react. The few times she dared to go in public, she had little reaction to her, and this was a pass to find that. To make matters worse, she was horny. Unable to shake the thought of sex with her boss, it only brought out her submissive tendencies. Tendencies that required her to be seen. To be mocked, or to be comforted.
“There she is!” Karenna heard Nia’s voice “And still dry” Nia said much quieter
Karenna savored the view. In the middle of a public park, her two best friends were approaching her, each obviously having had an accident. Mary-Ann was wet from her crotch down each leg, and the odd streak that had cut across her leggings made her accident obvious. However, what surprised Karenna was Nia. While it might have been obvious what Mary-Ann had done, Nia’s accident was a complete spectacle. Her own experience taught her that her friend must have held herself while she went.
From the line of her front pockets, all the way down her long legs, she was wet. Before the stain even reached her kneecaps, the evidence of her wetting from the back reached around and connected. Most of her jeans were soaked in piss. Though she hadn’t shown it, Nia must have been close to her limit. Karenna’s attention moved back to her boss. Something was wrong.
“What’s wrong boss?”
“She’s a little embarrassed. We got up there, and the door was locked. Once I started-oof!”
Karenna wrapped the two in a bear-hug. Her voice was muffled by her friends bodies
“Thank you two so much! You’re the best friends in the world!”
“Hey, no problem Kar…but why haven’t you gone yet?” Nia was confused, the group hug broke
“I don’t know. I want it to be special.”
“C-can you ju-just go?” Mary-Ann spoke weakly
Karenna looked at her boss. She felt as though she had hurt her. Guilt made its way to her quickly, and her enjoyment of the excursion was quickly dissipating. Nia put her arm around Mary-Ann and pulled her closer.
“Do you mind Kar? If you’d like, Mary-Ann and I can even ‘bully’ you. Right boss-lady?”
“Ye-yeah, if that’s what you want Kar.” Mary-Ann cleared her throat “I can do a good impression of Sarah.”
“I know you can boss.” Karenna smiled, she stepped back a few paces from her two friends “Alright, let me get into pos-“
Karenna stopped talking. The color had suddenly drained from Mary-Ann’s face. She turned and buried her face into Nia. Her only utterance
“No, no, no”
“Get behind me.” Nia ordered
Turning around, Karenna spotted a couple, not more than one hundred yards away. They hadn’t seen the girls, but they would be crossing paths shortly.
“They’re not going to see you Mary-Ann. Stick with me. It’s going to be ok.” Nia tried to comfort her friend. Defend her, as she promised
To Mary-Ann, it was as if the devil himself had placed that couple to torture her. To Karenna, it was as if the universe had rewarded her with a bountiful gift. Nia made a game plan quickly and spoke to Karenna.
“Kar. Distract them. We’ll go around, and meet up at the car.” Nia led Mary-Ann in a wide arc around the quickly approaching couple.
Showtime Karenna was about to get what she wanted
Walking at first, she put her hands against her crotch. Looking as desperate as possible, she jogged up to the couple.
“Hey, sorry to bother you two but-“ Karenna began her release. She was peeing her pants. Sympathetically, the man and woman observed her. “Is there another bathroom around? That one’s locked and..."
She could feel it rolling down her leg. It was accompanied by the usual hissing proclamation of her deflating bladder. She could see both of their eyes watching it happen. The man’s mouth was agape, a low noise escaping his lips. The woman tried to speak through her astonishment
“We-we-we’re new here…I-we don’t…”
Karenna took her hands away, revealing her soaking crotch and the piss streaming down her legs “I think it’s too late anyway…”
The day was not yet out of surprises. Karenna looked back at the man. He had an obvious erection that was apparent through his sweatpants. His significant other tried to comfort Karenna
“Just let it out sweetie. Accidents happen. It’s ok.” The woman crossed her own legs
Karenna burned with desire. She wanted her, she wanted him. She wanted him to take her while she made his other half cum. She wanted him inside her. She wanted the woman spread before her. Flirtatiously, she gazed at the man’s erection. Then to his eyes.
“Ew! Gross!” The woman slapped the man hard. “C’mon Todd, we’re leaving this dirty bitch! Have fun pissing yourself you whore!”
You don’t know the half of it. As the couple stormed off, Todd took one last glance at Karenna as she finished peeing. She pouted her lips and gave him a flirty gaze. Todd looked at the girl who was walking with him. As they left earshot, Karenna heard them conversing
“Would you do that for me?”
“No! What the fuck? You freak!” She distanced herself from him
“Ow! But you just said you really had to! And she said the bathroom was locked…”
That was the last that Karenna heard. She had finished soiling her khaki’s. Mary-Ann and Nia were long gone. Instead of heading for the car, she headed for the rows of trees near the parking lot. She had herself to take care of.
“I can’t believe we did it!” Nia exclaimed, the rush of getting away with it had taken over
“I have a headache. Can you drive?” Mary-Ann was much less enthused
“Yeah, sure.” Nia hugged Mary-Ann hard “I told you I’d get you out!” Letting go of Mary-Ann, Nia playfully pushed her “What did I tell you?”
“To stick by you?”
“You’re damn right!” The duo climbed into the car.
Mary-Ann took the backseat this time and lay down on the towel Karenna was using. She could feel the warm wet spot that her friend had left.
“What a day! That was awesome!” Nia couldn’t get over it
“Mpfh…” Mary-Ann wasn’t feeling well
Nia tapped her on the leg “And you went out and did it. You did it for someone else at your own risk. Mary-Ann?”
“…what?”
“You’re a leader. Strong, capable, smart. Everything that someone needs in their life. Thank you. Thank you for being there for Kar. And thank you for being in my life now too. We need to hang out. Just us sometime.”
Mary-Ann smiled weakly, still laying down. “I still owe you a dare, right? And I think Kar…I mean…PBear, has been a blessing for me as well.”
“Speaking of PBear. Here she comes.”
Karenna was visible as she passed through the row of trees and over to the parking lot. Her khakis were drenched in pee, evidence of her ‘distraction’.
“How can someone that small have that much pee?”
Mary-Ann stayed quiet. Resting
“Is she…she stopped. I think she’s having another accident.”
Karenna had taken one final look at the park. By the time she turned towards the parking lot, her pants were glistening again. Evidence of her rewetting them.
“She is!” Nia laughed
Mary-Ann stayed down in the car, while Nia jumped out and dashed towards her friend
“What ‘cha doin’ girl?”
Karenna had a huge smile on her face. One that was bigger than Nia had ever seen before
“Peein”
“Again?”
“Hey! I was really desperate. And you said it yourself. Bathrooms locked!”
Nia playfully grabbed Karenna “Girrrlll!”
Karenna laughed “Did you like it?”
Nia looked at her. A smile plastered on her face as wide as the considerable stain on her pants. They both started to laugh as Karenna finished her rewetting
“I’ll take that as a yes!” Karenna spoke through her laughter “we need a girls trip of our own!”
“You mean where we just do this?”
“You know me too well girl!”
“Time and place…PBear!”
Laughing like schoolgirls, the two made their way back to the car, even closer as friends than before.
A/N: Again, would love to know what your thoughts are on Mary-Ann in this. Is she too submissive to the point of being out of character? While writing I thought not so, but you may have a different take as a reader. Also, do you think Nia and Mary-Ann grew closer as characters through this? Would also love to know if you'd like a series of interludes at one point where Nia and Karenna go on a public wetting challenge together. Won't be for a while, obviously. Lastly, what's your idea of what the couple did after meeting Karenna? Might be a fun exercise to see all of your different interpretations of it. |
A/N: With this being an account of the girl's trip ending, you may think that this is where chapter 5 ends. That is NOT the case! We have a special ending to chapter 5 that fans of desperation and peeing will love! For fans of peeing, and intentional wetting, this chapter certainly delivers as well. As always, feedback is not only welcomed, but appreciated. Questions at the bottom as well!
Chapter 5.10: Nothing Gold can Stay
The end of a vacation is always sad. Even on a bright and sunny day, the feeling of leaving a halcyon memory behind created a haze that Mary-Ann felt she had to walk through. Mary-Ann hoisted the last of her luggage into the trunk with the help of Nia, and the two waited for Karenna to join them outside.
“It was really great meeting you this week Nia. Thank you for opening up your home-“ Mary-Ann demonstrated with her arms “-or estate. To me and Kar.”
“You two are welcome anytime! And I’m serious, we need to get together sometime.”
“What? So you can dare me with something extreme?” Mary-Ann said light-heartedly
“No, no. Just to hang out.” Nia said with a smile “And I’ll call you about that dare.”
Mary-Ann shook her head “I still can’t believe I lost to you.”
“Probably for the best. I don’t lose well.” Nia chuckled. She took a drink from her water bottle
“Any idea of what I’m going to have to do?”
“I have some.”
“I won’t do anything at work though. That’s off-limits.”
“Relax. I won’t have you do anything like that. I want it to be friendly. You’re my pee buddy right? Wouldn’t want to lose you over a dare.”
Mary-Ann smiled “And thanks for…you know…getting me through yesterday.”
Nia nodded “Sorry you didn’t like it. Kar and I-“
“No. I agreed to it.”
“You’re a good woman. I know Kar appreciates you for keeping your word. I do too, you know? Not everyone takes their own word serious.”
Mary-Ann nodded “What’s on the docket for you today?”
“Yardwork. Lots of it.” Nia took another drink from her water bottle, she smiled “And I’m planning on doing a hold.”
“You like those, huh?”
“Love ‘em!”
Mary-Ann shifted her weight from one foot to the next “Me too. Sometimes, I don’t even realize I’m really doing one…then I get reminded. I think my favorite is when you’re at the end, and you’re deciding on how it ends. If you run to the bathroom…” She exhaled. A dark spot appeared on the crotch of her brown leggings. In seconds, a noticeable dark streak rushed down the back of her leg “…or if you just…” She shrugged slightly and looked Nia in the eyes, her blue eyes meeting Nia’s brown “…do it in your pants.”
Moments of silence went by, save for the sound of the splattering urine on the pavement below. As it ran down Mary-Ann's other leg, Nia asked
“Do you know which one you prefer?”
“If I’m at work? I run to the toilet. If I’m at home?” Mary-Ann looked down at what she was doing.
Pee had successfully ran down both of her legs. Mary-Ann had decided against wearing socks, and her pee ran over her ankles and directly into her sneakers. Drops and small rivulets moistened the soles of her feet and wet her sneakers. Her stream was the strongest at its exit point on her crotch, as a result, a small arc of urine broke through the polyester fabric of her leggings and reconnected with her body as it poured into her thigh, creating a wide streak down her leg. Still observing, Mary-Ann finished her thought
“If I’m home, I’ll be honest girl.” She looked back up at Nia “I go in my pants.”
A puddle had formed at her feet. Each cuff of her leggings soaked in her urine. Nia spoke
“Better?”
“Better.” Mary-Ann slapped her now wet thighs. “I’m actually going to change real quick. I don’t want to drive that far, this wet.”
As she moved back to the trunk of the SUV, the front door of the house opened and Karenna exited, struggling to carry her suitcases. Nia turned to help her as Mary-Ann grabbed a pair of dry grey jeans from her own suitcase. She waited, and helped Karenna load her items into the vehicle along with Nia. Closing the trunk, Mary-Ann still held her spare jeans as the friends subconsciously formed a circle, with Nia the closest to the house.
“All set Kar?”
“I’m good.”
“Didn’t forget anything?” Nia asked “If you did, I guess I can mail it to you, but it might take a while.”
“I think that’s everything.”
“Did you go pee?” Mary-Ann asked
“What are you, my mom?” Karenna said facetiously, a smile parting her lips “I don’t even have to pee.”
“Are you sure? It’s always good to make sure.” Mary-Ann and Nia both noticed Karenna’s red sweatpants darkening
“I told you, I’m good! I don’t have to pee.” As her legs began to receive her piss, her body began to hiss, Karenna’s wetting was much more audible than her boss’s had been. Karenna looked at Nia “See what she puts me through? It’s not like I’m going to forget to pee.”
“It’s not you Kar, I think Mary-Ann is worried about her car and your tiny bladder.”
“It’s not tiny!”
“Pretty sure it is. I wouldn’t know though. I use the bathroom like a normal person.”
Karenna looked down “Is that why you’re standing in a puddle?”
Nia had used the sound of Karenna’s wetting to cover her own release. Combined with her black leggings, it had gone almost unnoticed by both Mary-Ann and Karenna. The puddle below her continued to expand in size as it made its way away from Nia and towards Karenna. When the two masses of liquid combined, they started to run under the car and out of sight.
Mary-Ann watched her two friends continue to wet their pants. Karenna’s was much more obvious, owing itself to the contrast between the dark stain and the red of her pants. Nia’s was more discrete. Nearly undetectable if not for the puddle she stood in or the sheen on her leggings. Deciding to change, rather than stand next to her car with her jeans in hand, Mary-Ann left her friends for the house.
She wasn’t gone for more than a few minutes, but when she returned, both Karenna and Nia were conversing as if they had not just voided their bladders. The puddle that all three of them had made on the driveway was still obvious. Now changed into dry pants, the friends gave a parting group hug. Mary-Ann gave a eulogy for their time together
“Nia, I just want to thank you for letting us into your home, and letting us play our little game. And it means so much to both…me and PBear that you wanted to join us.”
“No, thank you two for letting me in and not judging me. I’ll admit, when boss-lady first did it, I was worried. I didn’t get it. But through her and even you PBear, I’ve really discovered things about myself that I can’t wait to explore, and even share.”
“And thanks for the nickname guys.” Karenna said somewhat sarcastically as the broke the group embrace
“By share…you mean Drew?”
Nia smiled and nodded to Mary-Ann’s question “You should share with Tyler. You never know. I didn’t think I’d like it. He might too!”
“Yeah…maybe.”
“She means no.” Karenna chimed in
Nia shook her head “Speaking of which. I’ve got a hold to restart and you two should get going so Mary-Ann isn’t driving in the dark.”
“Love you girl!” Karenna shouted as she walked around the car to the passenger side
“Love you too!” Nia called back, she spoke in a normal tone to Mary-Ann, as the latter got in the driver’s side
“And you, we seriously need to hang out!”
“We will, count on it!”
Nia stood with a smile on her face as the car started and her friends left. She had a flower garden to tend to, and as she sipped on her water bottle, she had a hold to tend to as well.
Mary-Ann and Karenna had left town over an hour ago. Karenna’s legs were still somewhat cold, and she had her seat heater on. The two had not said much as they listened to Steven Warner’s podcast until they had reached their first stop. A coffee shop in a small town. Karenna ordered a large coffee for herself and Mary-Ann had gotten the same size tea. The drive-thru worker, having been desensitized to odd sightings and people, paid little attention to Karenna’s piss-stained track pants.
By the time the pair were back on the road, the podcast had ended, and the friends decided to converse.
“Did you have fun Kar?”
Karenna sighed “I guess so.”
“Only ‘I guess so?’”
“I love Nia, don’t get me wrong. But I was hoping this would have just been the two of us. I couldn’t really say no when she asked me.”
“If it makes it any better, I was happy to meet her. I’m glad I did, actually. And I’m happy we got to share our game with her.”
“But that’s the thing. This…this isn’t really a game to me.”
“What?”
“Like, to me. And again, I don’t want this to make it seem like I didn’t have fun, or that I don’t appreciate Nia joining us, it’s just that-“ Karenna shifted in her seat and took a sip of coffee. “What we have isn’t a game to me, it’s an appreciation of what we are.”
“What we are?”
Karenna nodded “You know how I feel about you, and I don’t want to make it about that. But this all started with you. That day you had an accident.”
“I thought all of this started with you. On the last girls trip.”
“To me that was just the…the culmination of what, what we have.”
“I’m not sure I follow, Kar.”
“After your accident. I thought about it, a lot.”
“Me?”
“No. I mean, yes, kind of. But I also thought of me. I thought a lot back then about, you know, what would have happened…if it had been me.”
“I still don’t know what you’re driving at.”
Karenna didn’t seem to notice Mary-Ann’s confusion. She continued to talk “I was never really able to ever admit it to myself. But I really wanted to try it. Then Sarah…kind of forced me to.”
Mary-Ann stayed silent. She had put up her protest of confusion and decided to let Karenna talk. The constant talk reminiscing on her accident had put her in the mood to have one. Karenna continued to speak as Mary-Ann relaxed into her dry jeans
“You don’t know. And maybe I don’t know, how badly I needed your support after the…lashing she gave me. We can make fun or mock her for it all we want. But boss. To have her cursing at you, telling you that you’re worthless, while you can’t even control your own body…I mean, I didn’t have any option other than wetting my pants at that point.”
“Have I ever told you how afraid I was Kar?”
“When you?”
“When I peed in my office. Yes.”
“No, no I thought you powered through it.”
Mary-Ann laughed at the idea. As she did, the puddle that had formed on her towel jiggled. Distracted by the act of driving, her brain was only releasing her bladder slowly. She was still going
“I didn’t Kar. I was terrified.”
“Terrified of what?”
“Losing your respect. Your trust.”
“My first instinct was pity.”
“I know. I know that now. But I was frightened.”
“And this is why, what we do. What you’re doing now. Is just…us”
“What’s us though? Pants wetters?”
Karenna laughed “No. The best of friends who are so comfortable around each other, that we can do that. I mean, you’re doing it right now, I can see that. And its normal for us. Two years ago, if you asked me if I would be comfortable going on a road trip with my boss and wetting my pants with her….I obviously wouldn't have been.”
“Thanks Kar.”
“But my point is. I was hoping this trip would be a celebration of us. Just the two of us, and maybe we play. But we don’t have to.”
Mary-Ann was done peeing. “So you want another trip. Just us?”
“It doesn’t need to be a whole week. But yes. Maybe a weekend. Just us.”
“You know I don’t have time to just take a weekend off here and there…but its you. Alright," She sighed "lets take a weekend sometime this summer. PBear.”
Karenna smiled “That’s my name boss…don’t wear it out!”
The two laughed as the SUV made its way down the highway.
The early afternoon sun hung in the air. It was a warm spring day, and one that Nia could enjoy with yardwork, and a hold. She was happy to have had her friends discover this for her. She had finished her water a while ago, and had mostly focused on gardening, until now. Now, her hold was nearing its end. Her black leggings had dried for the most part, and while the stain couldn’t be seen on the dark fabric, they still felt slightly cool.
Some soil here, a pat with the trowel there, Nia spent time improving the sides of the shed with new brown mulch. It fit around the bottom of each shrub and plant. As she tried to fit it around the backside of a large shrub, the weight of her full bladder made itself known. Giggling as she tightened her pelvic muscles, the pressure of her pee pressed on her genitals. Sitting back on the heel of her sneakers, Nia internally debated with herself on what to do. Should she wet her pants again, or should she pull her leggings down and go on the lawn?
As she thought to herself, she put her hand to her crotch and used her other hand to grab her near by watering can. It felt light. Hoping there was still enough water for her plants in the can, Nia tilted the device. A quick spirt of water, then nothing. Not nearly enough for her growing plants. She’d have to take a short walk back to the house. Sighing at the minor inconvenience, she looked at the empty can. Then to her hand. Back to the can. She smiled. Nia knew how she was going to end her hold.
She kept the watering can where it was, but slid herself back onto the grass. Her damp leggings were harder to get off, as they stuck to her thighs. She was able to slide them down to her shins before sitting back. She spread her legs wide, her hairy muff opening slightly as her flexible legs pulled her lips apart.
It started slow, a small arc of clear piss that barely cleared her body. Nia pushed harder, contracting her bladder muscles and sent more piss flying out of her body. Instead of lengthening the arc of piss, it only wet the grass below her faster. Grabbing just above her hood, she aimed the piss upward. She cursed as it hit her leggings, wetting the crotch.
Nia opted for a new plan. Cutting off her flow, she tried to get her sneakers off without adjusting where she was seated. She was able to get one sneaker off before she began to leak again. It was small, without enough force to move past her pubic hair, but it was enough to entice more of her bladder to spill its contents. With one hand gripping her exposed privates, she used her other to fling her other shoe off of her foot. Unable to continue to hold her bladder, which had already experienced a euphoric release, Nia began to piss into her hand.
Dripping with hot piss, she frantically got her leggings off of her body and removed her soaked hand. Now nude from the waist down, she kept her legs spread as she aimed her piss towards the side of the watering can. Using her wet hand, she was able to direct her piss, first shooting it over the opening under the handle of the can. She moved her hand downward and her hips closer to the ground, this time aiming just below her target.
Her bladder was nearly empty, and all she had done was wet her leggings again, and the ground below her, not to mention her watering can. With one last maneuver, she pushed hard, spraying the last of her piss out. This time, she was met with some success. Droplets from the last of her stream splattered into the can, making their home on the bottom of the device. Pumping her fist once in celebration, Nia finished peeing.
She observed her act. Droplets of piss coated her watering can. Her leggings were wet at the crotch again. The grass below her was wet, as if the morning dew had never left. Subconsciously, she began messaging her exposed pussy. Pink and dripping with piss, Nia started to construct a fantasy. As she slipped her fingers inside herself, she wished Drew was there. She was sure she’d show him her new discovery soon.
An hour ago, the buildings had started to look familiar. Even in the setting sun, Mary-Ann knew where they were headed. Now, less than a half hour from Karenna’s apartment, the reality of closure had set in. Their time together was ending. As fun as it was to freely sit in a puddle of her own piss, and for Karenna to wet around her, those times were ending. Soon it would be back to the office. Back to everyday life. As if to accentuate this point, Karenna sighed
“Guess I’d better turn this back on.” She was holding her phone
Mary-Ann waited for her to do so. She didn’t really know how to add to the conversation. Or how to convey her melancholy feelings to her friend.
“Chloe. She’s been texting me this whole time.” Karenna’s phone sent a stream of notifications as it turned on
“Do you know what she wants yet?”
Karenna shook her head “Just that she says that I owe her. And according to this text, if I don’t respond to her by tonight, she’ll post those videos.”
“Are they all that bad?”
“My face. My pussy. My pee…yeah, they’re bad.”
“Oh. Yeah that’s…that’s a lot.” Mary-Ann paused “I don’t want this to sound like…like I’m blaming you Kar. But. Do you think you have something to do with this?”
“Sounds like you’re blaming me.” Karenna’s spoke in a low tone of voice
“No. No I’m not. But, you know, how long were you guys together?”
“Just over two months. But we fooled around before then too.”
“So in her mind, maybe closer to four?”
“Maybe five.”
“That’s. That’s kind of when something’s serious. Then you just…how did you break up with her?”
Karenna shrugged “I told her.”
“Told her what?”
“Lies. I wanted to tell her…never mind. I didn’t want to tell her the whole truth. But I told her that I set an impossibly high standard for her.”
“What is the whole truth?”
Karenna was quiet. Mary-Ann let her be, her question hung in the tense air between the friends. Before a minute had passed, Mary-Ann sternly repeated her question
“Kar. What is the truth?”
“…I…”
“It’s ok.”
"You know what it is."
"No. I don't."
“You. I want you. I love you Mary-Ann, and no one else.”
“Kar, I-“
“No, let me spill my guts this time!” Karenna looked at Mary-Ann, sloshing her pee from the road trip under her and rewetting her pants with old, cold pee “I love you. I’ve never loved anyone else in my life! It-it’s not a word I use just to use it…you’re the only one I’ll ever be happy with!”
“Are you sure it’s not just-“
Karenna cut her off again “Yes I’m sure! Because I tried to lie to myself for months. I can’t…I can’t be happy with Chloe, or anyone…”
“Why? Why me?”
“Because you care about me! Because you don’t see a nerd, or a cute little black girl, or…or…some kind of object…I trust you boss. With my life…with me. I trust you with me…with being me. I don’t have to try around you. But. I do. Everyday when we go into work? My hope, my want, is that you’ll be proud of me.”
“I am proud of you. You know that.”
“It’s not just you being a proud boss…I want…I guess I want you to love me back.”
Mary-Ann put her hand on Karenna’s thigh, her hand touching Karenna’s wet track pants “You know I can’t.”
Karenna turned towards the window. She let minutes pass. One question burning on her mind, her mouth unable to ask. She took a deep breath
“Why?”
“I don’t…I’m not into girls Kar.”
“How do you know that? Have you ever been with one?”
“No.”
“Then how do you know?”
“I’m…you know…not attracted to women’s bodies the same way I am to a man’s.”
“I like both. You can like both.”
“Kar. It’s not going to happen. You’re my best friend, you know that. I love you like that.”
Karenna tapped out a text to Chloe, asking if they could meet soon. That’s it Karenna. You had one shot. Maybe two. The only one you’ve ever loved and she doesn’t even find you attractive. You begged, she still said no. Was she supposed to do anything else? Face it. You're single forever. The only other girl that could have possibly been into what you’re into and you tossed her aside for something you can’t have.
Karenna asked the only question left on her mind “Do I go back?”
“After what she did to you? Sounds like blackmail to me.”
“But…she…boss. I’m never going to find anyone.”
“Aw Kar, don’t say that.”
“You know its true. I know it’s true.”
“Who wouldn’t want you?”
“You.”
“That’s not fair.”
The two sat in silence until Karenna’s apartment building cam into view. The sun had gone down, and aside from the streetlights, the road was bathed in darkness. Mary-Ann pulled into a free parking spot. She exhaled, choking under the tension between them.
“Well…here we are.”
“Yup.”
“I’m sorry it ended like that. I-I had fun.”
“Me too boss.”
“And I owe you a weekend trip, or something.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to.”
“Boss…I hate to ask you this. And I know…with the conversation we just had, you might think…you might think that I have some other motive, but…I…I need your help.”
“With what?”
“I. I don’t want to be alone tonight. I know. I know you’ll think that I’m trying to hit on you, or something like that but…I’m not. It’s just…with my life, and…and sometimes the things I used to think about-“
“I’ll spend the night. As a friend.”
Karenna’s eyes lit up “Would you?”
“Sure. I’ve got my work clothes in a suitcase somewhere. Just let me find them so we can put them out for the morning.”
Karenna smiled “I’m glad I can count on you boss!”
Karenna took her suitcases from Mary-Ann’s SUV and carried them to her apartment. With the night having set in, and her own proclivities, she wasn’t worried about the obvious pee stains on her pants. When she got to her apartment, Karenna simply rolled her suitcases out of the way and changed into her nightwear. Mary-Ann followed shortly after, her beige pencil skirt, pantyhose and other office wear with her.
She too, changed into her night clothes, and Karenna made a frozen dinner for each of them. It wasn’t much, but it was the only thing she felt like making after a road trip. She and Mary-Ann didn’t say much. Karenna wore her pleaded pajama shorts and turned on some old TV show, while Mary-Ann wore her pink athletic shorts and relaxed on the couch. Before the show had even ended, Mary-Ann asked
“I hate to be a bore, Kar. But do you mind if we hit the hay?”
“Sure boss. Alarm for 5:30, right?”
“Right.”
“Ugh, the price of success.”
“I don’t know what you’re complaining about, I get an extra hour.”
“Hey, I like my sleep!”
Karenna climbed onto her side of the bed, and Mary-Ann followed shortly. As the mattress crinkled, Mary-Ann looked over at Karenna
“Protected?”
“Surprised?”
“I guess not.” Mary-Ann climbed in on her side, and faced away from Karenna.
“Didn’t you get one for yours?”
“Haven’t used it.”
“Why? You should! It’s fun.”
“Maybe I will.”
“You can use mine. You know I wouldn’t care.”
“I don’t think it’d be very nice of me to eat your food then pee on your bed.”
“Are you sure?”
“Good night Kar.” Mary-Ann said definitively
“Night boss.” Karenna flicked off the light
Karenna lay on her side for a while. She wasn’t expecting to sleep immediately. In her dark apartment, her senses became more and more adjusted to the room. She closed her eyes and waited for sleep to come. The only sounds were the slight hum of the heater, and the sink. She thought she had fixed it. It ran at the worst times. She could hear the rushing water. Groaning, Karenna sat up, her leg immediately falling into a warm liquid.
Karenna pulled back the sheets. A slight discoloration could be seen on the comforter. Grabbing her phone, she used the light to scan the bed. Mary-Ann’s pink shorts were dark. She was still on her side, unchanged from her emphatic declaration that Karenna “have a good night”. Though now, a clear flow of urine had broken through her pink shorts and created a large patch on her butt and down one leg as it ran onto the bed.
Karenna smiled and put her phone back down on the small table next to her bed. She could feel the warm, creeping wetness from Mary-Ann’s wetting. She closed her eyes, and joined her boss. Her body began to hiss as Karenna let her bladder go for the last time on their vacation. It had started for her in her bed, and now it would finish there too. Out of curiosity, she took her hand and felt the bed between her legs. The mattress responded with a wet, sloppy sound. Karenna turned her head
“I did it too.”
“I know. I heard you. Thanks for letting me use your bed.”
“Thanks for using it with me. ‘Night boss.”
“Good night Kar.”
A/N: Do you think Karenna's exchange with Mary-Ann was too forceful? Or was she just trying to reach something she can't have? Also, should Karenna go back to Chloe or try and break away from the relationship for good? |
A/N: I intended this to be a short bonus to end Chapter 5, but instead, it became its own nice section. If you're into desperation and peeing, this is a great one! As per usual, feedback is not only welcomed but appreciated. Questions, a review of chapter 5 and a preview of Chapter 6 at the bottom!
Chapter 5.11: Expect the Unexpected
Mary-Ann’s leg felt clammy and cold. Why? Right. Kar let you pee the bed. That was fun, you should try that at home sometime. Mary-Ann smacked her lips, feeling her dry mouth. Karenna was snoring lightly. Reaching over to the table near her, she grabbed her phone, the bright screen burning her eyes. Huh. 7:30.
“No!” Mary-Ann sprung out of bed
Slipping her wet shorts and sodden panties off, Mary-Ann quickly ran to the table that she had left her work clothes on. Her favorite beige pencil skirt, pantyhose, blouse and blazer. No panties. She had planned wearing the ones she had on last night. The ones that had soaked in her pee all night. Without time to change into a fresh pair, she decided to go without. Putting her pantyhose on, she grimaced as the fabric touched her nude skin. They hid little, and as she slipped into her skirt, she knew someone could see her genitals through the fabric of her light pantyhose. Without the time to complain or worry, she put her top on and the blazer with it, she had confidence in the length of her skirt
She could feel the dull ache of her morning pee as she tried to wake Karenna up. Mary-Ann felt bad about tapping the slightly snoring Karenna, but they needed to leave. Karenna’s eyes fluttered open. She smiled
“Hey boss.”
“Kar, c’mon. Its time to get up.”
“Mpff…like five more minutes?”
“It’s 7:30!”
“Seven. Thir-oh no!”
Karenna bolted of bed and darted into the bathroom. If Mary-Ann had a chance to use it before heading out, it was over.
Mary-Ann didn’t hear water running or a toilet flushing, but Karenna ran back out quickly, nearly stumbling as she attempted to finish getting herself into her white business pants. Tucking in her black shirt as she buttoned her pants, she threw on a matching white sport coat.
The two moved as quickly as they could out of Karenna’s apartment, neglecting breakfast and the bathroom as their heels clicked and clacked off of the concrete. Swinging themselves into Mary-Ann’s SUV, they were ready by quarter of eight. They were very, very late.
“Boss, um, before we go…can I go potty?”
“Kar, we’re late as it is. We might just barely make it for our team meeting.”
Karenna sheepishly looked at Mary-Ann
“And you’re not going in your pants either!”
“Towels?”
“Used. Yesterday. And that reminds me. I put them in your wash if you wouldn’t mind returning them to me.”
Karenna sighed
“We’ll make it. Lets just focus on getting there on time.”
The SUV pulled out onto the main road, both Mary-Ann and Karenna hoped that traffic would be light. In their heart of hearts, they knew it wouldn’t be.
Cassie awoke violently.
“John! John, what the fuck? Stop shake-“
“Cheryl’s here! Get out!”
Without much thought, Cassie ran for the door. She felt a hand grip her wrist.
“You moron, she’s outside the door. Hide!”
“But you told me-“
“Shhh!”
John gripped her by her shoulders and helped get Cassie underneath the bed. Bumping her nose into the carpet, her senses were greeted with the heavy sensation of dirt and pet hair. Obviously, it had been a while since the carpet under the bed was last cleaned. If ever. The bedroom door flung open, and Cassie could feel the air skirt under the bed. She hoped she didn’t sneeze. A pair of jeans, only visible up to the shin walked in.
“Who is she?”
“What? She?”
“I can tell.” The jean clad legs wondered around the room, investigating every corner and crevice
“Are you accusing me of what I think you are?”
“Don’t you dare! Don’t even start with me!”
“What?”
“Why did your son tell me last night that other mom was over?”
“He’s three!”
“He’s not blind! You’re fucking around!”
“Why would I cheat on you? Cheryl. You remember how we met?”
She was close to the bed, John walked in front of her
“John. Not this. Not now.”
“The perfect story. It’s what everyone wants. You really think I’d give it up? Don’t you trust me?”
Silence. The jeaned shins paced. Cassie watched, the woman’s socks just inches from her face. Cassie hoped she’d stay put. An exasperated sigh.
“Alright. Look. Traffic was awful. I’ve got to pee. But we are not done with this. Don’t you dare leave this room.”
“I’ve got nothing to hide honey.”
Cassie watched the woman storm off towards the attached bathroom. After the door shut, she crawled on her stomach towards the end of the bed. For the first time that morning, she felt the pull of the carpet on her bladder.
John helped her up as the both of them heard the splatter and hiss of Cheryl’s pee stream. Giving her a kiss on the forehead as she stood, John quietly guided Cassie towards the window. Still wearing her now creased red dress, John handed Cassie her phone as she hopped out of the window backwards. Carefully, she placed her bare feet on the window sill.
The short, skimpy dress hardly covered her beyond her hips, and as Cassie attempted to climb out of the first story window, she knew her snatch was exposed. It should have been no surprise that she felt John’s fingers run along her lips. Leaning in for another kiss, the two heard the bathroom door unlock. In an attempt to quickly descend, Cassie dropped her leg towards the ground, but in her haste, slipped and tumbled backwards onto the lawn below.
Pain, worry and fear gripped her mind for a moment. Knocking the wind out of her lungs, she attempted to regain her breath. She could hear the muffled conversation of John and his wife just above her. The window was still open. Whatever he was saying, it gave Cassie time to regain her wind. Checking to make sure she hadn’t wet herself from the fall, she was thankful that she was dry. Her phone, laying out in the lawn, was less well off. Cracked and now dirty, Cassie quickly checked the time. It was eight. She needed to be at work in a half hour. Cassie tried to remember where her car was. John had driven her home from the bar. It was probably there. There was no way she was going to be on time if she walked back to get it. She was in the city, maybe she could just walk to work.
Checking her phone’s GPS, she could feasibly do so. You’re a mess Cassie. A failure. Why did you do this? You knew you had work today. Call in sick and call a cab. Pulling up a rideshare app on her phone, she saw many available rides. Picking one, she tried to order a ride home. Nothing. Her card had been declined. Are you really going to walk? As she stepped onto the sidewalk, Cassie realized that she didn’t really have another option. No purse, no credit card. She could walk to her car or walk to the office. In her head, she debated. As she did, Cassie made her way towards the office. It was a shorter trip anyway. Hoping she had enough good will with her colleagues, she guessed that one of them could bail her out.
The SUV slowed to a halt. Looking out the window, Karenna could see rows and rows of red lights. Exhaling, she rubbed her thighs and crossed her legs, wedging her hand between them.
“You too Kar?”
“I told you I had to go potty before we left.”
“We were going to be late.”
“Well, we’re still going to be late. And I still have to potty.”
“You’re not the only one. And can you not call it that?”
“Why? You don’t think it’s cute?”
“No. Can you use better words for it?”
“Like wha-“ Karenna’s phone began to ring “Wonder what Cassie wants.” Karenna muttered before picking up the call.
Without Karenna to distract her, Mary-Ann’s mind went to her filing bladder. It sat like a rock in her abdomen. Used to relief in the morning, it was not happy that it had to wait. Especially with the wait as prolonged as it appeared to be. Looking down, Mary-Ann could see the outline of her bladder, pushing her blouse away and giving her a slightly heftier appearance than she would like, particularly after her efforts at the gym. Unable to use her hands, Mary-Ann felt an uncomfortable tightness around her genitals.
Karenna felt a tingle that ran through her snatch and up her spine. While pleasant for now, this was typically the point in which she would decide how to end her hold. This forced hold however, had no end in sight. The car was not moving, but her urine was. Inside her bladder, her waste tested the strength of her muscles, pressing on the walls and opening, looking for a way to seep out of her. She was still too strong. Aided by her hand compressing her privates, Karenna listened to Cassie on the other end of the phone
“Anyway, I could really use your help.”
“What do you need?”
“Don’t tell Mary-Ann, ok?”
“Don’t tell her what?”
“I’m in a bit of trouble…”
“Serious? You ok?”
“Fine. Ow…stupid sidewalk…Do you by chance have any spare clothes?”
Karenna smiled, she played with a thought in her mind. Quietly she asked Cassie a question. A tantalizing fantasy she had in her mind. Mary-Ann didn’t hear it
“Did you…have an accident…” Karenna exhaled, partly her own desperation, partly from desire
“No! Not that I don’t have to go now though” Cassie mumbled
Me too. Tell her how bad it is. Karenna bit her lower lip, her libido rising. Tell her you’re about to lose it. Karenna didn’t say a word as she tried to calm herself. Scolding herself for her wants, she tied to sound normal
“No. No I don’t have anything for you, sorry. I doubt you’d even fit in mine.”
“I guess you’re right. You know, with you being your little cute-size and all. Ow! Fucking rock…Do you at least have shoes I could borrow?
Karenna balled her hands into fists as she squirmed in both desperation and the sexual flavor Cassie gave her. Call me cute again and I will do you. Don’t even play with me Karenna was horny on top of her desperation. She couldn’t tell if she made it worse or better.
“Maybe Anna can help you out. Sorry, I don’t have anything for you.” Karenna paused “Thanks though.”
“For what?”
“You know…calling me cute” Karenna blushed
“You know its true! Hey, I’m going to call Anna, and I’m not going to hold this against you. My fault I’m not dressed right.”
They said their goodbyes and Karenna tried to calm down again. She had a whole workday ahead of her, and couldn’t be having sexual fantasies distract her. The car inched forward. Her bladder, now fuller, throbbed in growing discomfort. She looked at Mary-Ann. The SUV was now in park, and her boss had her hands in the crotch of her pencil skirt, rocking back and forth gently. They were stuck, and growing very desperate.
Cassie knew she was an odd sight. A creased, crumpled, skimpy red dress and fancy makeup, bare feet and a pee dance. She stood on the corner, almost looking like a woman of the night, but this woman had to pee. Her fingers dug into the sides of her phone, hoping the sensation of the protective case would distract her from her urgent need. She tapped Anna’s contact number. It rang once. Cassie crossed the street. Twice. She stopped on the other side of the street. A third ring. She crossed her legs. A fourth. Cassie was sure it’d go to voicemail as she bounced. The fifth ring.
“I have to pee” Cassie said to no one in particular
“Um…” Except Anna, who had answered the phone
“Oh! Shit! Hey, thanks for picking up, I could use a huge favor.”
“Ok?”
“Do you have any spare clothes?”
“Why?” Anna asked coldly “Why would you even assume-“ Her voice became harsher
“Because I need them. I’m in kind of a bad spot.”
“Oh. Yeah…yeah I have…spares…” Anna returned to her quiet self
“Thank you! Can I borrow them for the day?”
“I don’t think-“
“Please? I’ll buy you food!”
“I kind of need them…”
“For what? Anna, name your price, please! I sort of fucked up. I really need your help!”
Anna sighed “Fine. Fine. Meet me by my car. I’ll text you where it is.”
“You’re the best!”
The two hung up. Despite her growing need to urinate, Cassie had at least cleared one hurdle.
Mary-Ann stepped on the gas. The car inched forward. There was no where to go, she was only tapping the gas impatiently. Her seat cooler was on its highest setting, its fan blasting her clammy back with its coolness. She was sweaty, hot. Almost feverish, her muscles were tense. Tightly held in their spots, they each attempted to quell Mary-Ann’s irritated bladder. Her concentrated morning pee sloshed against the sides of her bladder, each movement of the heavy liquid put additional pressure against her strained muscles. Another tap of the gas pedal. She was just inches away from the car in front of her. But the exit sign was visible. She decided to break the silence
“How…” She exhaled “How you holding up, Kar?”
The black woman’s legs were pretzeled, wrapped around each other tightly, her heels were nearly falling off her feet as they trembled.
“This…isn’t fun anymore.” Karenna whined.
Rigid, she looked over to her boss “Can I please pee my pants?”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“I’m asking because it hurts. Please” Karenna begged
“And I’m telling you no because we are about to go to work. Because I know we can make it.”
Quiet ensued for a moment. Karenna swallowed, trying to obey. “It-it might happen anyway.”
“Look. I’m serious. We can do this. If you wet yourself, you’ll have a week with no work and no pay.”
“I-I…”
“You know my rule. It applies here too.”
Karenna had dug herself into a hole and she knew it. If she just let it out to ease the pain, she’d disappoint her boss. More importantly, she’d let down her friend and herself. They were on the off ramp. Moving at a snail’s pace. But they were moving.
Mary-Ann felt damp. She knew she had leaked. While debating with Karenna, she felt the smallest dribble pass through her labia and dampen her pantyhose. She hoped she would be able to abide by her own rule. Though she could see the office building inside the city limits, they were still stuck. Hope was all she had.
Cassie danced like a child. One hand was balled into a fist and the other clutched that hand. They both were nestled in her crotch. Standing at a crosswalk that commanded her to stay on her side, she bounced from foot to foot. Those who saw her on the sidewalk knew what was wrong with her. Most of the people around her were more interested in their phones to notice, save for the Asian man next to her.
Alerted to her presence when she accidentally bumped his shoulder during one of her dances, he gave her a perplexed look.
“I’ve gotta piss real bad.” She explained
He may or may not have heard her. His conversation was disjointed at first, however, Cassie realized that he was on the phone. Talking through his earbuds, he was more annoyed that she had bumped into him than anything else. As the sign changed to allow the group to cross, Cassie hurried along. Owing to her full bladder and the pain on the soles of her feet.
The cold hand of fear gripped Mary-Ann’s heart. Spanning the length of her body like a web, it felt heavy in her head. A weightless feeling enraptured her arms. Her hands held the steering wheel, if only barely. Nearly every brain function was focused on preventing her bladder from relaxing. She took a breath in. Then out. Focusing on the basics, Mary-Ann’s will was the only thing keeping her dry.
A high pitched whine escaped Karenna’s lips. She undid her seatbelt
“You’re ok…you-you’re ok…”
“eeee-it’s coming out!”
“No Kar, i-it’s-s not.” Mary-Ann said more for her own benefit than Karenna’s.
Karenna wasn’t lying. Twisted and contorted against the car door, she rested her head against the window. Shaking and sweaty she felt another hot spurt dampen her panties. Not enough to leave a patch on her pants, but with the car still at a halt and not yet off the highway, she knew she was defeated.
“Boss…” She said weakly “l-let…let me pe-pee.”
“No…w-we…we-I” As Mary-Ann tried to empower Karenna, she felt the first searing hot drops of piss break out.
“We’ll make it!” She proclaimed
Not a second after she was done denying the situation they were in, Mary-Ann felt the first real jet of warm pee spray into her pantyhose. Shocked, she let out a gasp
“N-not…not you too…” Karenna choaked out
“Just a little…I peed a little…it’s f-fine. We’re at the…turn.” Hopeful that this was the last of the traffic, the SUV made a slow turn onto the main road, finally off the highway.
Cassie made it. She wasn’t sure how, but she had managed to walk to work. Unable to fully stand from her need, she jostled her way into the parking garage. Grimacing as she walked on the dirty ground with her bare feet, she made her way down towards Anna’s car. Sending a text, she hoped the secretary would be able to bail her out soon. More importantly, she hoped she could find a spot to squat, and at least cross one problem off of her extensive list.
The parade of cars was endless. Many people were still just getting into work, many owing their tardiness to the massive traffic jam. To Cassie’s dismay, it meant that their would be no place to go discreetly. Desperately, she hurried to Anna’s car. Standing outside the locked vehicle, she shifted her weight from foot to foot, holding on to a full bladder while she waited.
The SUV calmly waded through traffic, despite the gnawing desperation of its occupants. Karenna, having begun to spurt into her panties again, tightly closed her eyes. She shook. She whined. Jet after jet of hot piss spurted out of her and drenched her already wet panties. The patch that had developed on her white slacks grew wider and wider. Her voice, hardly more than a whisper, called out to her boss.
“It’s…t-t-too late…I’m gonna p-pee.”
“Wait! Kar! I-I I just...just thought of s-soMething.” Mary-Ann was driving as best as she could, even as she began to leak into her pantyhose again
“My-my coffee cup…from yesterday.” Mary-Ann frantically grabbed the plastic cup from the car holder
“Y-you g-go boss…I’m…I can’t.”
“We’re almost there Kar. Just-j-just do half…you’ll be o-ok…please?”
“H-h-help me.” Karenna slowly pulled her pants down, shaking as she slid them off
Karenna’s pants were wet at the crotch, and her panties equally as so. A dark patch dripped as she peeled them off. Mary-Ann popped the lid off of the plastic cup and set it underneath her friend as they came to a red light.
Seeing Karenna’s pussy for the first time meant little for Mary-Ann. It was similar to hers, though smaller. Coated in clear piss, it quivered before erupting in a stream of clear, hot piss.
The cabin of the car filled with the sound of the warm liquid splattering into the cup. The sound was too much, and Karenna’s moan of relief was too great, and Mary-Ann began to pee along with her. Quickly, the cup filled, warming Mary-Ann’s hand along with it. As it neared came close to the halfway mark, she begged Karenna
“Kar, please! Please! I have to use it too!”
“Ehhh!” Karenna whined, her whole body shaking as she cut off the stream of piss “No! No!” A loud pattering sound followed as a fresh stream of pee eked its way out onto the seat, just as Mary-Ann pulled the cup away
“I-I need this too!” Mary-Ann shrieked as the light turned green
She had been unable to stop her weak stream, no matter the strain she put on her body from the time Karenna had used the cup, now she stood, hiking her skirt up. A car horn honked behind her as she attempted to pull her dripping pantyhose down.
“Oh shut up! I nee-d…pee…”
Soon the cabin of the car was again filled with the sound of a woman urinating. A splash was the first obvious sound as a thick stream quickly flew out of Mary-Ann’s snatch. Karenna, usually taking a peek at her boss when she could, paid no attention. She had just stopped her leak and was attempting to pull her panties back over herself.
“Ah! I don’t want to…stop.” Mary-Ann barely admitted as the cup began to overflow onto her seat.
More cars honked behind them. Karenna leaned over and grabbed the wheel
“Just hit…hit the -p-pedal…”
Mary-Ann gingerly moved the cup from under her, even as another shot of pee flew out of her and onto the seat. Pushing down the pedal, Karenna helped maneuver the car through traffic. Releasing one last spurt of pee before regaining control, she sat down in her warm, wet seat. Both Mary-Ann and Karenna were silent. Their shared desperation was immense, but now, hope had returned.
Cassie stood on the balls of her feet. Craning her neck, she could make out just one figure sauntering down the garage. It was Anna. Biting her lower lip and bouncing from foot to foot, Cassie awaited help. When it arrived, she gave Anna a hug
“Thank you so much! You’re a lifesaver! Can you also cover me real quick? I gotta squat.”
Cassie started to bend down, not waiting for a response
“Squat?”
“Piss. I really have to piss.”
“Um…can you please wait to use the office bathroom?” Anna’s bladder had been set off by other girls before, and she wasn’t about to risk anything with Cassie taking her only spares.
“Anna, please?” Cassie hiked up her skirt, revealing herself
“Uhh...I won’t let you wear my spares if you do!” Anna wasn’t used to threatening, but she desperately wanted to avoid any incidents
“O-oh…ok…fine, have it your way.”
Anna did cover Cassie while she desperately stripped out of her dress and chucked it into Anna’s backseat. Before she grabbed Anna’s clothes, Cassie decided to have it her way anyway. Standing behind Anna, now naked, she spread her pierced labia apart and began to pee.
“NOOOOO!” Anna yelled, and dashed forward, plugging her ears
“You don’t understand, I really-“
“STOP!”
Cassie did so, but not because Anna asked her to. A black SUV rounded the corner, forcing her to hold it, and dart into the open backseat of Anna’s car. Now hidden from view, she waited until it passed. Anna reappeared in the doorway
“Cassie. Don’t. I’m seriously going to leave you naked. Don’t pee!”
Cassie rolled her eyes “Fine. It’s just pee though.”
“Just pee? It ruined…” Anna stopped
“What?” Cassie was getting dressed
“Nothing.”
“You sure?” Cassie wiggled into the smaller skirt and stood
“Yeah. Let’s. Let’s go.”
“Good. I really got to fucking piss right now.”
Now dressed, Cassie and Anna made their way back to the office.
Mary-Ann had found a parking space in the garage. Her skirt was wet from the seat. It had absorbed some of her leaks. Though her genitals burned with her need to urinate, she hadn’t leaked again after helping to fill the cup. She was nearly out of time and she knew it.
Karenna was catatonic. Having not acknowledged the fact that they were at their destination, she was curled into a tight ball. Mary-Ann could see a stain on the crotch of her pants where her friend had leaked as well. She put her hand on Karenna’s shoulder
“Kar, we made it. We’re here.” The girl didn’t make a move. Feeling her own need press her again, Mary-Ann asked “You did it.”
Karenna shook her head “I-I can’t…move…it’ll…happen…”
Mary-Ann opened her door. Standing, she felt lightheaded. Holding herself, she felt her bladder weigh her down like a stone in the ocean. Gingerly placing one foot in front of the other, she made her way to the passenger door. Karenna still didn’t move as her boss opened the door
“Kar. We can do this.”
The girl nearly had tears in her eyes. Mary-Ann felt a hot rush towards her weak opening. One that, now standing, she couldn’t hold well.
“I need you. I’m…I’m peeing again…trust me…we can make it.”
Mary-Ann strained as hard as she could. It helped little. Drops and spurts made their way down her pantyhose, staining them further.
Karenna reached out her arm. Mary-Ann took it with her shoulders, and assisted her out of the car. A bead of pee ran down her leg as she hoisted Karenna onto the pavement below. As soon as Karenna’s heels hit the ground, she took off running, a full sprint with one goal in mind. The bathroom.
Karenna could not stop her urine any longer. It spurted and ran along with her. The best she could do was slow it’s speed. Dashing by Cassie and Anna, she bolted through the door to the office.
“Woah!” Cassie nearly fell as Karenna rushed by “Hi, Karenn- Hi Mary-“ Cassie watched the two hastily dash towards the bathroom. She mentioned to Anna before walking towards it herself “We’ll catch up later, they’ve got the right idea.”
Karenna made it first, though not by much. She swung the door open with enough force to bang it off of the opposite wall as she laid her shoulder into the stall door. As it swung closed behind her, she barely locked it before her snatch began to hiss. The first indication that she was no longer leaking, but peeing her pants.
Frantically, she swung her pants down to her kneecaps, preserving them somewhat, however her panties were saturated with the full force of her desperately held pee. Sticking her fingers into the waistband, she pulled her soaked panties down too, before spaying a wide mark of piss out of her. She heard a knock on the stall door
“Kar, please! I’m not going to make it!” Mary-Ann’s heels danced on the tile in front of the door
Karenna only responded with the load moan of relief. Expecting to hear her piss splashing into the water reserve of the toilet, she opened her eyes to peek at herself. She had forgotten to open the toilet seat, and was peeing all over the toilet itself. She didn’t care. Sighing, she pressed on, forcing more pent up pee out of her half-squat and onto the toilet and tile floor.
Mary-Ann couldn’t hold it anymore. Without thought, she pulled up her skirt, and her pantyhose down.
Cassie caught the door as it swung back. The air still felt fluid as the two bodies of her colleagues had rushed though. Expecting a line, she instead had an experience that was far different. She heard the splattering of Karenna’s urine and the puddle that was expanding under the stall doors. But what she saw was her boss, pantyhose down and skirt up, squatting in front of the door. Seeing her, Mary-Ann explained herself, sounding on the verge of tears
“I-I’m sorry Cassie…I can’t…I really have to-“
Her legs quivered and shook as a pale, yellow arc of pee spayed forth. As Mary-Ann pushed, it forcefully smacked and splattered the tile, creeping under the stall door of the still pissing Karenna.
“D-don’t look…Please!”
Cassie couldn’t care less. She knew what it was like. And by their actions, she knew the two had to have been desperate. She still needed to go herself, and made her way to the urinal. The only one of the three to use the toilet properly, she stood, leaned forward, and spread herself. As she commanded, her own held piss made its way out of her and arced against the wall of the standing toilet. The group collectively sighed as they all found relief.
Karenna felt her stream dying down. She was standing in it, having had her pee fly and bounce off of every side of the porcelain toilet, the puddle underneath her was expansive. Not to mention the intrusion from Mary-Ann’s puddle. Karenna wasn’t sure, but she hoped her boss had made it too. Worried, she wondered how she’d go about the rest of her day. She didn’t care if strangers saw her wet. Many times, she wished they did. But Mary-Ann had a rule, a rule which she obeyed. And she wondered if she had broken it. Down to her thighs, her dress pants were obviously wet. Her panties were soaked. Grabbing spare toilet paper, she placed it on the seat, and sat down. She didn’t know what to do.
Mary-Ann wanted to cry. She wanted this to end. But her stream of pee continued to pour out of her and onto the floor. Even as it began to stop, she still felt ashamed. It was her bathroom, and she didn’t make it. Her pantyhose were ruined, stained with her leakage. She was nearly done, and simply pulled them back up, finishing her pee into them out of frustration. It wasn’t much, but she shimmied her skirt back down. She’d toss her pantyhose into the trash in her personal office, but there was nothing she could do about the wet patch on the back of her skirt.
Cassie felt relief. As she finished, she prematurely flushed, peeing into the cascading water of the urinal. Shaking to dry herself, she turned towards the sink. Mary-Ann had left, but her puddle still remained. As she washed her hands, she heard the stall door open.
Carefully, Karenna stepped out, her heels walking into the massive puddle. She took the sink next to Cassie, who started the conversation
“Guess I’ll clean it. Already had to last week anyway…”
“What?”
“Oh, Anna and-.” Cassie stopped. “Never mind.”
Karenna wasn’t in the mood for talking. She didn’t press. Cassie looked at Karenna’s legs and tried again, the sinks still going
“You know that cute patch on your pants reminds me of that concert we went too.”
Karenna looked at Cassie, her sink still running. She didn’t say anything. Cassie shut her sink off and began to dry her hands and walk out of the bathroom.
“Guess it means you won’t be putting on a show today though. Kinda disappointing.”
This got Karenna’s attention “Show?”
“Yeah.” Cassie dropped the used paper towel into the garbage “You usually put on this pee dance for our Monday meetings.” She shot a glance at Karenna’s pee stain “Guess I got a better one today though.” As the door swung shut behind her, Karenna heard Cassie finish her thought “Thanks.”
Stunned, Karenna was silent for a moment. The bathroom, now empty, save for the puddles left behind, did not answer her only question “Did you like it?”
A/N: Did Cassie's actions hurt or help her character here? Not in terms of whether or not she's a good person, but whether or not you like her. I know it's kind of risky to introduce something like this, so your earnest feedback is appreciated. Also, does the desperation seem natural, or after chapter 5, is it hard to imagine these girls not taking an excuse to wet themselves anymore?
As for my thoughts on Chapter 5, they're actually negative. I loved your suggestions of course, and those were always the best part to write, but something about writing multiple intentional wetting scenes per section was draining in a way I was not expecting. I also think that taking the girls out of the office for so long hurts the promise of a story titled "I think my boss needs to pee." I still like intentional wettings, just not multiple in one section I guess. Let me know your thoughts on chapter 5 as well
Chapter 6 will be much more focused on two things: Desperation and peeing. While it will get back to the office and there will be wetting in the chapter, there is much more story that is going to happen in it. Maybe Sarah even returns a little (hint: Bad girls make good schemes)
Edited March 12, 2022 by knockonthedoor
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A/N: I wasn't planning on bringing them back this early, but I've decided to add in a few interludes. This is Nia's first one as the main star, and comes from a suggestion by @Bucketman. I know that both @LifeIsStrange and @orangelionboth have requests out as well, but these both fell into the mainline story, due to their ability to make plot connections later on. As always, questions at the bottom and feedback is not only welcomed, but appreciated!
Interlude 4.1
It wasn’t the early morning that brought Nia’s mood down. She was accustomed to it, and even enjoyed waking before the sun. What gave her a melancholy disposition was leaving Drew. Dressed in her workout gear, she gave his sleeping body one last look. He worked as hard as she did, and for that, she loved him. For so many things, she loved him. Lightly, she gave his forehead a kiss before leaving, wishing they had another day together.
The whoosh of her long black basketball shorts didn’t disturb Drew’s sleep as she left their bedroom. Nor did the sound of her car starting in the driveway. Nia sat in the dark, excited to prefect her craft, saddened to leave the love of her life. Looking for a playlist to take her mind off of her melancholy, she scrolled through her phone.
A notification rang out. A text from Mary-Ann. It was simple and innocent, just her friend wishing her a good time at training camp. With a smile, she sent back a thank you text, and as she did so, her mind wondered to the fun they had just a month earlier. Nia took a drink from her water bottle. Smacking her lips, she pondered on holding it. She hadn’t explored her new found game since Karenna and Mary-Ann left, but the idea of challenging herself intrigued her. Pulling up the route she’d have to drive, Nia knew that she would have to stop for gas near the end of her trip. It didn’t take long for her competitive mind to develop a challenge. Within the first hour, she would finish her entire water bottle. Until she hit the gas station to refuel, she would wait. Quickly, she snapped out of her blue mood, and ready to battle with her bladder, she put her game face on. For that, she could thank Mary-Ann too.
The first hour was uneventful, other than the completion of her goal. The expensive mineral water had been completely downed by Nia, and the big bladdered girl felt nothing. As her music droned on, she hardly even cared. Her thoughts drifted back to her husband. He loved her, she knew that. Yet they spent so little of their time together. During the season, she had no spare moments, and given the important and punctual nature of Drew’s work, when she did have free time, it was often interrupted. Perhaps this is what kept them so close. Nia physically shook her head. It was a bad thought. She married Drew because she wanted every moment she could with him. Despite the hatful response from some of her relatives, she knew this man was the one. Her downhearted mood had returned. She wanted her husband.
As the end of the trip drew near, so did Nia’s desperation. Though she still sat still in her car, her muscles tightly bound against the rushing waters of her bladder. She exhaled, knowing that she was entering the best part of a hold. As the pitch black of the early morning had now given away to the pink of the morning, each dark tree that rushed beside her car gained its color back. Even in the day, the rural highway she was driving down was a quiet one. In the early morning, Nia felt as though she was the only car on the road. Still keeping her stoic, statue like posture, Nia could only feel her bladder. Now driving over the speed limit, she hoped to reach the gas station sooner than she had originally planned. Her bladder ached, the pricy spring water she had downed now pounded her large bladder. Nia was determined to win.
Nia was close, but her bladder was just as close. Her GPS called out the distance, it was under two miles. Taking the called exit, her knuckles gripped the wheel as she guided the car down the exit ramp. Coming to a rest at the bottom of the ramp, Nia held herself for the first time. She could feel her pubic hair through her panty-less shorts. Her pussy was tight, desperately holding back a massive flow. As she stepped on the gas pedal again, Nia’s confidence grew. Though her breathing was heavy to compensate for the strain of holding her urine in, Nia used her deep breathing to relax her. A tactic she often used to generate a second wind during the end of a game, Nia smiled as the light of the rural gas station peaked over the crest of the hill.
Pulling into the dusty lot of the seldom used gas station, she pulled her expensive car up to the lone filling station. Shutting her car off, Nia hopped out. Walking confidently to the small building, she showed no signs of her true desperation.
The building was small, and may have been converted from an old home. The only features that distinguished it from a small house was the bright neon sign that read open and the cigarette advertisements in the small square windows. The inside was nearly dark, lit by just two florescent lights. A small man stood behind the counter, protected by glass, which Nia assumed was bullet proof.
“Hi, could I get 65 on…” She pointed to the pump “That one. And the key to the bathroom?”
The man pointed to a sign on the glass that she had neglected to read No public restroom
Nia’s desperation suddenly took hold, breaking through her indifferent demeanor. Balling her hands into fists, she crossed her legs and bent at the knees, a slight bounce taking over.
“Can you make an exception. Please?”
The small man shook his head as he took her payment.
Biting her lip, Nia grimaced. She needed to find a way to relieve herself. Her confidence dashed, Nia could no longer stand fully straight. As she exited the small building, her genitals burned. Surveying her surroundings, she couldn’t find a place in her immediate area that she was comfortable getting relief from. An abandoned lot was just across the street, but in the early morning light, she wasn’t sure that she should wander over to it. Given that there was no cover anywhere to be found, Nia stayed desperate, and danced as she filled her car.
A desperate fist held her minge as she exhaled. She sucked on her lower lip. Nia bounced in place as she watched the meter ring out the amount of gallons her car needed. She exhaled, attempting to control her breathing again. It helped, but the only thought on her mind was her urgent need to pee. Moving her hand, she now held herself with her fingers, sighing in relief as her car finished filling. She got back in her car, with one goal as she started the motor. End her hold.
Nia dared not adventure into the Podunk town that was nestled into the bottom of the hill. Quickly, she turned the car around and sped towards the highway. As she made her way to the entrance ramp, she felt a warmth that she was trying to avoid. Stealing a feel of her shorts, she still felt dry. The psychological impact was great, and Nia’s determination became fanatical. Having just reentered the highway, she immediately put her hazards on and slowed down. Traveling over the rumble strips, she parked on the side of the two lane highway.
The basketball star flung the door of her expensive car open, and dashed out into the lane beside her, her hand mashed against her tight genitals through her shorts. Still a quiet road, she quickly made her way around to the passenger side of her car without issue. Not wanting to run into the woods in shorts, Nia forewent modesty and pulled her black basketball shorts down to her ankles. Just in front of the fender on the passenger side of her car, she squatted over the edge of the road.
Lifting her head to the sky, Nia let out a groan as she heard a familiar hiss. Leaning back, she exhaled and closed her eyes. To the heavens she exclaimed
“I had to piss so bad!”
Her urine was clear, evidence of her well hydrated state. Contracting her muscles harder, her ears only picked up the sound of her piss passing through her hairy labia. Despite the fact that the source was hidden underneath her ample pubic hair, the arc of clear piss was apparent as it smacked the grass by the edge of the highway. Regardless of the morning dew that coated the rest of the land around her, the grass below her now sported a district sheen as it was bathed in her warm pee.
Suddenly, another sound alerted her to an approaching car. Worry struck her as they slowed briefly. Immersed in the headlights of their car, her act was clear. Squatting near her car, the driver of the approaching car had a clear view of her well-toned butt, and a clear liquid pouring out of her. They may not have known her, but they knew she was peeing.
After passing the squatting Nia, the other motorist sped up, giving her two honks as they continued down the road. They had slowed for a better view of the pissing Nia, but were harmless. She didn’t like that they had stolen a look at her, but as she finished urinating, she knew that it was better than the alternative. Giving herself a wiggle to shake off the remaining drips and drops of pee, Nia pulled her shorts back up. The endorphins of a successful hold began to take her, making the rest of her trip an enjoyable one.
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Nia wasn’t the first to arrive at the complex. Even as the sun had just begun to brighten the sky with its full hue, two other cars were parked in front of the large walls of the compound. The personal home of an athletic trainer for both men and women’s basketball, the wealth of the game was apparent. Curiously, the girls were told to enter through the back of the walled property, and as Nia approached the gate with her duffel bag in hand, a voice spoke through a mounted intercom.
“Name?”
“Nia Armstrong.”
The gate buzzed as it unlocked and let the basketball star in.
Quickly, it was clear why the girls were told to enter in the back. A sprawling property, the most obvious area was the large training field she stepped onto. Athletic equipment, training markers and other gym gear littered the area in an organized manner. A group of three girls and their coach were conversing in the center. Despite her early drive, Nia was the last to make it to the compound.
The first girl to greet her was her teammate Jena. The only foreigner of the group, she spoke with a slight Scandinavian accent. Nia had grown accustomed to her manner of speech as the two touched knuckles and gave a quick hug. The next girl was the shortest. The only one of the group besides the coach who was under six feet tall, Kendria was the most stout. Owing her build to her father, a famous football player, she often used her frame and upper body strength to her advantage. It more than made up for the few inches she was missing.
“Hey girl.” Nia addressed her “I’m still recovering from that shot you gave me.”
“Got you good, didn’t I?”
“No shame in losing to the champ. But we got you guys this year.”
“Really? A’ight. Bet!”
The two laughed, their mutual respect showing.
Jasmine, the last girl in the group gave Nia a weak wave. She was in another division, and the two had only faced each other once, a game in which Jasmine was injured in, and Nia didn’t know her very well. Dropping her bag, Nia took her spot next to Jena as the coach introduced herself.
It was Nia’s first time out to the invite-only compound. An exclusive day of training, she was prepared to take her game to heights it had not been to before. The group was silent as the coach explained their activities. Other than breaks for lunch, dinner, and the occasional rest period, the day was packed with drills, film study and skirmishes. They’d be working until the sun went down, before spending the night in a specially built bungalow.
After the round of introductions were given, the coach led the girls to the bungalow. A smaller building, it stood alone next to the modern mansion, with a view of the training field from its wide windows. Freshly cleaned, each of the athlete’s dropped their duffle bags on a bed of their choosing, and the coach gave them a few moments to settle in before the day started. She had just closed the door when Jasmine walked towards the bathroom, tucked in the back of the room. Kendria spoke up, her larger breasts accented by her tight athletic shirt.
“Jaz? Um…do you mind if I use it first?”
Jasmine nodded and stepped back from the door, allowing the larger frame of Kendria to enter. Jana and Nia filed in behind Jasmine, with Nia taking the rear of the line. Nia was about to speak, when the line quickly learned how thin the walls of the bathroom were.
In great detail, the three women heard the first drops of Kendria’s urine drip into the toilet water, and the ensuing torrent. The hiss from her body was matched only by the rushing sound of splashing water, as it was forced to accept the woman’s pee. Trying to dissipate the awkwardness between them, Nia spoke up.
“She wasn’t lying huh? She really did have to go first.”
“Yeah.” Jena responded “She was talking about the plane ride in here. Must have been a long flight.”
“Can we not talk about this?” Jasmine asked
Nia noticed Jasmine’s tapping foot. The line remained silent as they listened to the end of Kendria’s pee. The toilet flushed, and Jasmine quickly took her spot. Jena moved towards the door and Kendria took a spot behind Nia. Jena started a new conversation as the sound of Jasmine’s pee was heard through the wall.
“How’s the new deal coming along?”
“Not good. We’re not even close if I’m being honest. I think I might get traded.”
“Any idea where?” Nia asked
Kendria shook her head. “It’s all speculation. But I don’t think they want to pay me what I’m worth. Happened to my dad too when he was playing.”
The conversation quieted as the toilet flushed and Jasmine walked out. Jena took her place as Jasmine walked out of the bungalow for the first drill of the day. Nia and Kendira were the only ones left as a loud stream burst through the thin wall, an auditory example of the full bladder that Jena had been holding. Nia and Kendria continued to talk over the noise
“Are you going to sit out the season?”
“I might. If they don’t trade me.”
“Do you want out?”
Kendria shrugged “I’ll go to whoever pays me.”
The two were quiet for a moment while Jena’s loud pee continued to hiss into the toilet bowl.
“Plane ride was tough, huh?” Nia asked
“Ugh, yeah. I had to go as we landed and I had to make my rideshare. It’s just so awkward to ask for a break in the middle of a ride, you know?”
Nia nodded as the toilet flushed. Kendria continued
“Not gonna lie, I was dying this morning at the meeting.”
The two chuckled as Jena exited the bathroom. Nia finished the conversation “I went just before I got here.” She omitted the fact that it was a desperate end to a hold on the side of the road
Kendria shook her head as she and Jena made their way out of the bungalow. Nia didn’t have to go, but decided that it would be good to pee before leaving for the morning drills. As she made it to the toilet, Nia flung her shorts down to her ankles and faced the door. Bending slightly at the knees, she stood in a half squat over the toilet.
The hissing sound that erupted from her thighs filled the room quickly. Nia didn’t care much. If her time spent in locker rooms hadn’t desensitized her, her time with Mary-Ann and Karenna certainly had. Knowing it would be the last time her heart rate would be level and her body relaxed, she relished the feeling of an emptying bladder. As she swiftly finished her pee, she dried herself with a square of toilet paper and flushed. She washed her hands, dabbed her face with a touch of water, and was ready to dominate the day.
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Nia worked to the hilt. She had little quit inside her as she finished each drill. During the groups film study, she was on top of every question, and proved it during the skirmish match. To keep up with the demands she put on her body, she had downed countless waters and sports drinks. Protein shakes and green juices were also enjoyed by the most dominate player that day. Most of it Nia ended up sweating out, but some was processed by her body and now sat inside her bladder. The feeling was numbed by the strain of the day’s activities.
“Jaz, I’m surprised we don’t have to drag you in here.” Nia commented as the group reached the bungalow
“I don’t get how you can still have any energy left.”
“I don’t!” Nia proclaimed as she flopped down on her bed
While the girls took the time to dress down, Kendria took a shower in the small bathroom, and Jasmine started to speak with Jena. Still sprawled out over her chosen bed, Nia discreetly changed into her nightwear. Slipping off her shorts, she would typically sleep without bottoms on, but in the company of other women, she attempted to retain some modesty. She replaced her shorts with a pair of olive green panties and flopped back down on the bed. Nia preened her white t-shirt and sunk into the bed without bothering to get under the covers.
Spending the next few moments on her phone while Jasmine and Jena conversed, Nia slowly lost consciousness. She wasn’t doing anything important other than resting, and her mind had decided to call it a night. She switched off her phone and tossed it onto her duffel bag, closing her eyes as she tried to relax.
Kendria turned off the shower. Nia heard that. Jasmine and Jena laughed at some joke between them. She heard that. Nia felt a heavy weight in her abdomen. She wondered if she had to pee. If she did, it couldn’t have been all that bad. Nia had another disjointed thought before sleep took her tired body.
Nia’s bladder yelled and screamed at her muscles. It was full, dangerously so, and demanded to be set free. But the basketball star’s strong muscles were locked in place. Nia hadn’t wet her bed before in her life, and her body desperately tried to wake her. The rapid consumption of drinks throughout the afternoon had not been expelled and needed to be released. Angry, her bladder tried to negotiate a respite with its captors. Still, Nia’s muscles held on. But they wouldn’t hold forever.
Her body tried to wake her. To warn her of the impending danger and doom of her full bladder, but the fatigue from her complete exertion had set in. Her leg, arm and core muscles needed attention and repair, and her brain needed sleep for that. Isolated and alone, her tight bladder muscles began to crack under the pressure of her demanding bladder. The first warning. A dribble. Not enough to wet her panties, but enough to escape the fleshy confines of her pussy and travel down her hairy labia. Her muscles countered and clenched harder. Again they begged her brain to wake their master, but to no avail.
Nia hadn’t been asleep for more than a quarter hour before the distress had set in. Jasmine and Jena still talked, and Kendria played on her phone, her bed next to Nia’s. None of them noticed as Nia’s overworked muscles again leaked. This time, a spot, not more than the size of a dime, appeared on the crotch of her panties. The olive green turning a darker shade, if only briefly.
Jasmine got up to shower, unaware of Nia’s distress, as they all were. None of them noticed the small wet patch on the crotch of her panties. As Jasmine turned on the shower, the sudden sound of rushing water forced her muscles to relax again. This time, her bladder took the opportunity. A gentle flow without the aid of her wakeful body, a light stream of piss splashed against the inside of her panties. Still quiet, none of the other girls noticed Nia’s panties darken completely. The red sheets she was sleeping on top of began to darken as more hot piss leaked out of her. Then it stopped. She had never wet her bed before, and her body wasn’t going to let her down now. With one final plea, her muscles tightened again, cutting off her flow of piss. Now, Nia was noticeably wet.
Her body was able to wait. Hopefully, as Jasmine finally turned off the shower, Nia would awaken and dash into the restroom with minimal damage. However, this proved less and less likely as Jasmine took time to finish drying and settling in for the night, Nia’s bladder again was filled. Now with little ability to resist the pounding of a stretched and tired bladder, Nia’s muscles again put up one final resistance. A doomed effort, the small leak quickly turned into a hiss. A spray of piss finally broke through, crushing the last defense her body could put up against itself. The small hiss of a pressurized bladder quickly filled the room. For the first time in her adult life, Nia was wetting the bed.
Kendria looked at Jena. Jena looked back at Kendria. Neither of them could pinpoint the sound. Confused, Jena shrugged, she was sure it was nothing. Jasmine finally opened the bathroom door, and gasped. Her mouth agape, she pointed at the sleeping Nia.
“OH. MY. GOSH”
“What?” Jena looked up again
“Is. Is she…pissing herself?”
Jena looked over at Nia. Her panties were soaked, as a clear liquid rushed through them. They were thoroughly saturated, the fabric was overrun with her pee. The red sheets had a wide, dark patch that was suddenly visible to the other three girls as it began to expand under the slumbering Nia.
Jena laughed so hard she snorted “She’s totally wetting the bed!”
Jasmine snickered “Yooo! That’s so gross! She’s peeing!”
Kendria said nothing and put her head down, not wanting to mock someone she had respect for. Jena, Nia’s teammate, continued to comment through her laughter
“Look, there’s a puddle! It’s huge!” She pointed to the pool between Nia’s spread legs.
The liquid rippled and jostled as Nia continued to piss into it.
“She’s still going!” Jasmine howled with laughter
“Guys, maybe we should wake her up?” Kendria asked
“No way! I’m getting a picture!” Jena grabbed her phone and walked up to Nia
The group heard the snap and the click as she took photo after photo.
“Jaz, look, look! It’s running up her shirt!” Jena pointed to Nia’s t-shirt, its back now soaked in her piss
“Ew! Ew! How is she still peeing?” Jasmine flapped her hands and jumped in place
Jena snapped more pictures as she howled with laughter. Jasmine sat on the floor, guffawing. Kendria felt bad for Nia, asking
“Maybe something’s wrong. We should get coach.”
“Yeah! Tell that Nia Armstrong just wet her fucking bed!” Jasmine laughed
“I’ll get coach.” Jena offered “Let me send this to our power forward though. Nia just pissed her bed!”
With that she left the bungalow as Jasmine tried to control her laughter. Kendria reached over and lightly began to poke Nia.
Nia wasn’t sure what the sensation that she felt was. A light tapping on the shoulder. A warm, moist sensation between her legs. Wet panties. She thought she was sick. She must have broken into a sweat. Squeezing her eyes tight, she readied them for the bright light of the bungalow. Kendria was poking her, and Jasmine was laying against a wall, mouth covered by her hands. Kendria spoke softly
“Nia. You…you’ve had an accident.”
“What? Am I ok? What happened?” Nia was still disoriented
“You um…you peed. You peed the bed.” Kendria still spoke gently
Jasmine snickered as Nia sprung up
“No! What?”
Kendria let Nia discover for herself. She sat in a warm, moist puddle. The sheets were soaked, drenched through. Her panties were wet, she had felt that before. As her grogginess dissipated, the reality of the situation sank in.
“How…what?”
“Because you forgot to piss, that’s what!” Jasmine laughed again “What are you, like five?”
Angry at herself, Nia decided to take it out on Jasmine. Scooping up a small amount of piss into her hand, she flung it at the other woman
“Fuck you! Don’t you fucking make fun of me unless you want a problem!”
Jasmine stopped laughing. Her mouth open. She blinked, processing what just happened. Her shirt had spots and drops of Nia’s pee.
“Did you just fucking throw piss at me?”
“What are you going to do about it?”
The door to the bungalow opened, coach and Jena entered. The coach quickly taking control of the situation
“Nia. What happened?”
“I…I…”
“She pissed her bed like a little girl! That’s what happened!” Jena laughed
Nia put her head down. She had never been so ashamed. She wanted to fight. She was angry. Anyone, everyone, she wanted to hit them. She said nothing. Trying to keep her anger in check.
“Put her in training pants. She can’t handle big girl panties.” Jasmine quipped as she stood and made her way to the bathroom
In a rage, Nia leapt up from her pee-stained bed and lunged at Jasmine. Her fist just inches away from the girls head as she was held back. Kendria and coach held her.
“Hey! Hey! Hey! Don’t do this. Not here.” Kendria pleaded
“C’mon Nia. Get your things. I have a couch you can sleep on.” Coach added
“Make sure you protect that first, Coach!” Jena added.
Nia gave her a cold stare. Jena gave her a half smile, venom and condescension behind it.
The walk to the large home was a quiet one. Neither coach nor Nia knew what to say. Neither wanted to say much at all. The couch was situated in an office next to the half-size indoor gym. Other than a desk, it was the only piece of furniture in the room. Coach left Nia to her new accommodations without a word, and Nia tossed her soaked and sodden panties into her duffle bag. She didn’t have another shirt, and was forced to keep her t-shirt on, despite the pee drenched back. Nia laid down. And stayed awake.
An hour had passed. It was late, and Nia was still up. Embarrassed, ashamed, worried about her reputation among the other players, her mind wouldn’t let her sleep. Standing up from the couch, she walked into the half gym. Finding a basketball, she began to shoot some hoops alone.
It didn’t take to long for the door to open. Assuming it was the coach, Nia was surprised when Kendria poked her head in.
“I could use some practice if you have room.”
Nia motioned for her to come in. The two were quiet for a while as they took turns shooting. Nia broke the silence first.
“Thanks for…you know…not making fun of me.”
“Don’t mention it. Never kick someone while they’re down, right?”
Nia nodded “And I’m sorry for acting out.” Her shot swished into the net
“I respect it better than if you just sat there and took it.” Kendria responded with her own shot, it too swished into the net. “Or worse. Started crying.”
“Girl. I almost did, can’t lie.”
Kendria chuckled and Nia smiled, happy to have someone on her side. The two shot for a while, not saying much. Kendria broke the silence this time
“I kinda know what it’s like though. Could have been me this morning.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Like when coach lined us all up this morning. I don’t think anyone noticed.” Kendria missed her shot, she ran over to retrieve the ball and continued “But it starting coming out. Like more than just a little.” She made a squish figure with her fingers “Like enough to show up on these.” She rubbed her black basketball shorts
“If Jasmine didn’t let me go first, I don’t think I would have made it.” She tossed the ball back to Nia
“She’s a bitch.” Nia wouldn’t have normally used that kind of language but this was a special occasion
“She’s got a lot of attitude for someone who isn’t that good!” Kendria agreed “You ‘ight girl?”
Nia nodded and gave a smile “Better.”
Kendria smiled back “Good. I’ll see you around!”
Nia continued to shoot by herself for a while, her thoughts slightly quelled.
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The next morning was awkward to say the least. The only one Nia talked to was Kendria. At least they group only had breakfast together before parting. Now free again, Nia took the road back. Needing encouragement, she called Drew.
The phone rang just a few times before he picked up.
“Hey Babe, you done already.”
“Yeah. Horrible experience though.”
“Horrible, why?”
“I don’t know. You have the time?”
“I’ll make time. What’s up? You need to talk?”
“Yeah. Listen. Honey. I…” Nia let her voice trail off.
Drew was patient. Though anxious for her reveal, years of sales and pressurized business deals restrained him.
“I…I pissed my bed.” Nia said quickly “Last night.”
Silence. Nia hoped Drew wouldn’t laugh, or worse yet, take it as a joke. When he did speak, his voice was softer, worried, yet calm.
“You ok?”
“No. Fucking embarrassed.”
“I’ll say. You never talk like that.”
“I never wet the bed either!”
“What happened?”
“I don’t know. I fell asleep. Woke up. Piss puddle everywhere.”
“Did anyone notice?”
“Notice? They laughed!”
“Oh no! Honey!”
“I just…I need to know that you’ll be home tonight. I-I want to cry.”
“I’m glad you called. Admitting something like this isn’t easy.”
“Crying or pissing in my bed?”
“Both.”
Silence between the married couple. Nia looked forward to spending time with Drew that evening. But her thoughts of a somber evening were quickly dashed when he made a comment
“What…what were you wearing?”
“Um…panties and a t-shirt. Why?”
“Oh. I was just…you know…curious…What…um…what did you do with them.”
“I kept them. Why, you want ‘em?”
“No! No! Nothing like that! I was just…curious. Not ah…not an everyday thing that your wife calls and…and tells you this.”
“Hmmm…why, is that your thing?”
“No! No, I never said that!”
“You don’t like pee panties? C’mon Drew, I know you’re hiding something!”
“Honest! I was just curious!”
“Suuurrreee…I’ll be sure to give ‘em to you when I get back. Just let me cry first.”
“I don’t want them! Look. I’ll be here, but I-I have…lots…lots! Of work to…um…to do…so…”
“Love you!”
Drew responded in kind and hung up the phone. Nia felt even better than before. She knew her husband, certainly well enough to know when he was keeping something close to the vest. Maybe her time with the girls had given her and her husband a new avenue to explore. With a long road ahead, Nia decided to give Karenna a call. She’d sure like to hear Nia’s embarrassing story.
A/N: How did Nia hold up in her first solo story? While writing her, I felt that she was similar in some ways to Mary-Ann, but still somewhat unique. I think she's more prone to emotion for sure, and I'm not so sure that its a bad thing. Do you think she could hold her own if she got her own series? Further more, did you like, or dislike the embarrassment aspect of this interlude? It's really our first foray into it since 3.2, so if it's too cartoony or over the top, let me know. Or if it hit just right. Lastly, I have the next interlude planned out, but if you want to suggest one for the 3rd spot, let me know as well!
Edited March 20, 2022 by knockonthedoor
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A/N: A shorter scenario this time around, this interlude is more or less Karenna's perfect omo day. As always, question at the bottom and feedback is not only encouraged but appreciated!
Interlude 4.2
Karenna slid her lipstick tube across her pursed lips. She didn’t have to be as dressed up as she was, but it was a bright sunny day, and she was in a good mood. Wanting to enjoy the final day of the weekend, she did her best to look professional. Karenna preened her white blouse, an older one, but one of her favorites. It went surprisingly well with her dark green pencil skirt. While not a clothing item she’d normally wear, her idea for the day was spurred on by rediscovering it in the back of her closet. Dark pantyhose and green panties filled out Karenna’s business look. She didn’t have anywhere important to be, however her attire had one important task. One objective; pee herself in it.
It hadn’t been long since her last wetting. The dried pair of panties hanging on the shower door was evidence of that. But by looking so proper, so official, and then wetting her panties, Karenna could easily slip into her submissive desires. It was an effort to look nice for a simple hold, but it was effort she was willing to expend for herself.
The start of her day was uneventful, though uplifting. Karenna treated herself to a pleasant brunch, downing wine and water in equal measure, constantly reminded of her end goal. Occasionally, she’d catch a side glance from a guy or two. Though she still leaned towards women, it was nice to know that others thought she looked cute. After brunch, Karenna decided to shop for a few miscellaneous office supplies while her body gave her the first warning of a filling bladder. Ignoring it as she planned to, she paid for her items and set off, back to her apartment.
As Karenna took the long way back to her apartment, she took pleasure in the now direct sensation of a filled bladder. It had started slow, almost too slow for her liking, but now the pressure of her brunch wine and water pressed against her abdomen. As she neared her apartment complex, she stole a look at the slight bulge that pushed itself forward under her blouse. With confidence now, she could say that she had to pee. It gave her an internal warmth that matched the warm sun beaming in through the windshield. As she parked in her usual spot, Karenna couldn’t help but massage and toy with her throbbing privates. As she made circles with her fingers, her pussy contracted, sending tingling waves of pleasure up and down her spine. Her bladder retaliated, letting her know that it was full, and expected her to relieve it.
Karenna gave a soft moan as she squirmed. Both in desperation and in pleasure. She didn’t want to masturbate fully in her parked car, but the light taps and circles around her increasingly moist snatch added to the pleasure of her day. With a smile of concealed pleasure, Karenna stepped out of her car. As she stepped onto the sidewalk, she heard a voice call her name.
“Afternoon Karenna!” It was Mrs. Johnson, her neighbor
“Oh, hi Mrs. Johnson. How are you?”
“Just enjoying this wonderful day! What are you doing all dressed up?”
“I had some things to do at work” Karenna lied, she couldn’t admit that she was wearing these clothes to then pee them “And I had to pick somethings up.”
She lifted the plastic bag in her hand, and crossed her legs. Partly for show, mostly because she was starting to feel her desperation.
“I hope your boss appreciates you, spending your weekend like that. You know, my husband worked at a company for fifteen years, and they just up and fired him one day.”
“Really?” Karenna bobbed up and down on her knees as she kept them crossed, deriding pleasure from the show
“Yup. They said it was for ‘mechanical malpractice’ but Arthur is a better man than that. I think it was that boss of his. He just didn’t like my Arthur. Yep. That’s what it was.”
“Oh. That’s terrible.” Karenna grabbed at the edge of her skirt as she continued to sway in desperation.
She no longer knew if she was just desperate or incredibly horny. Every sensation in her brain was firing with pleasure from her desperation and the show of it. Her nipples were hard, outwardly displaying only a fraction of her inward desire. She fought against the temptation to soil herself then and there. She hadn’t publicly wet since her time with Nia and Mary-Ann, and still enjoyed it, yet today, she had other designs. She opted for a much more mild form of embarrassment. Admission.
She cut Mrs. Johnson off as the middle aged woman was prattling on. Stuffing her free hand into her crotch, Karenna fell into her submissive needs.
“Mrs. Johnson, I hate to cut you off, but I really need to use the bathroom. I didn’t get a chance yet, and I had a ton of water-“
“Oh, ok dear. Go pee, and then maybe come over for a snack? Arthur just finished a wonderful painting-“
Karenna inverted her legs, touching her kneecaps with one another. Her hand still jammed between her legs. She interrupted her neighbor
“Maybe later. Still have work. See ya around!” Karenna called as she sped her way up the stairs to her apartment.
Perhaps she showed more desperation than she was actually experiencing, or her body was just giving her mind the experience that it wanted. Internally, Karenna debated as she entered her apartment. Should she end her hold here and now? Make a doomed dash to the bathroom beforehand? Or should she wait?
Taking a second look over her attire, Karenna wondered if she could make her predicament that much better. She couldn’t wet herself in the office, she knew that. But such a rule didn’t extend to her private life. An idea struck her. She had to prepare for Monday’s group meeting. She normally left this task to the end of her day, due to it’s short completion time. No more than a page or so of notes, but there was the presentation part. She smiled, still with legs crossed, she knew how this hold would end.
Setting down her bag on the counter, she started to make her way to her small wooden table, which she used as a makeshift desk. As she turned her laptop on, her phone rang. She laughed. It was Mary-Ann. Perfect
“Hey Boss!”
“Hey Kar! Just calling as a friend. Wanted to say hi.”
“Well. Hi.” The two laughed “What ‘cha up to?”
“Tyler and I are going to meet at the park and go for a walk. Not much, but I’m excited!”
“That’s sweet.” Karenna squirmed in her wooden chair, her legs fidgeting with her roaring desperation “I wish my girlfriend just wanted to spend time with me instead of sex all the time…and then trying to blackmail me.”
“You’ll find someone. Someone who makes you happy and secure. If anyone has earned that, it’s you!”
“Aw, thanks boss!”
“Don’t mention it. So what are you doing on this pleasant day?”
Karenna decided to drop a small hint at her plans. “I had a nice brunch and got some stuff done. I was about to start on my notes for tomorrow’s meeting.” Karenna began to hold herself, her desperation was growing past the point of pleasure. “Haven’t gotten a chance to use the bathroom though.”
Mary-Ann caught on immediately, and gave Karenna the banter she desired “We’re coming up on the end of the quarter, I expect your presentation to be thorough. You can wait.”
A mix of gratitude and playfulness washed over Karenna. It didn’t quell her desperation “Um…I…I really need to pee boss.”
“And I could really use a good report. You can wait.”
Karenna smiled “Love you, boss.”
“Back at you…PBear!” With that, the two hung up.
Karenna had her fantasy in place. A desperate understudy of Mary-Ann, which Karenna often was, she instead gave her boss a slightly more aggressive tone. In her fantasy, she was to take her notes and present them immediately, without time to relive her bladder. With excited and desperate energy, Karenna took her notes. It was more difficult than she had planned. Given that she would need to use these notes tomorrow, she couldn’t simply rush through them. They had to be legible and organized. Her mind remained focused on the end. How her hold would finish. The piss induced mania took her thoughts away from work, and often. Attempting a single reprieve, she allowed herself to leak. A quick, intentional spirt of pee into her panties. It didn’t matter if it showed. Karenna spoke to an apparition of her boss
“Please, can I go real quick? I’ll be fast!”
She made Mary-Ann deny her. A shiver of cold desire flashed down her spine. Motivated to reach the end of her constructed story, Karenna worked diligently.
She did it. Karenna finished her notes. In doing so, she made it to the end of her desperate story. It was her fantasy, her desires. Standing from her small wooden table, Karenna bent forward. She felt warm, and couldn’t stand fully straight. Despite her engagement in a personal fantasy, her desperation was very real.
Karenna waddled a step or two, putting herself just in front of her table. Her heels rapped against the hardwood floor. In her mind, she finished her fantasy. Starting her talk, she tried to hold on. She put herself in their conference room. The very room she’d be presenting in tomorrow. Cassie was there. Anna and Mary-Ann too. They were all watching her, hunched over, stumbling over her words, legs crossed tightly over one another. Karenna waited. She waited for her mind to give her a trigger. Something to tell her when to pee.
Not two minutes into her desperate scenario did one of the apparitions speak. Rising from the depths of her mind, Cassie was the one. She was the one that made Karenna pee.
“I think Karenna has to pee.” She made Cassie say
Karenna felt her panties warm. Finally relaxing her bladder as she weakly retorted to the ghost of her colleague
“No Cassie. I’m your superior, and I don’t have to-“
Her words were drowned out by an unmistakable splatter. Karenna’s eyes fluttered in ecstasy as the flood of water and wine from that morning poured out of her snatch and down her pantyhose-clad legs. Given that her legs were crossed, the first warm sensation of piss she felt flowed down the back of her leg. Curiously, the strongest stream that came rushing forward wet her thigh, but skipped down her leg. Instead of splashing against the hardwood floor, it filled her heel. Warming her foot and drenching her pantyhose, she could feel a lake of piss forming in that heel. Smiling as she began to hiss, she spotted a slowly forming clear puddle below. Still in her fantasy, she started her talk again, as though she wasn’t wetting herself.
“Closings were up just 6% over last quarter, though lower than we expected, it was against industry trends…”
Her mind puppeted the words of another apparition. It was still Cassie
“I can’t pay attention when you’re having an accident!”
Karenna again responded to the spirit, the puddle below her now expanding rapidly as her bladder continued to deflate
“I told Mary-Ann that I really needed to pee and she wouldn’t let me go! Don’t make fun of me, I can’t hold it!”
Karenna made them mock her. Deep down, she knew her colleagues would have understood. Moreover, Mary-Ann would never have denied her the bathroom, but this was her story. In her story, Anna and Cassie laughed as Mary-Ann scolded. In her fantasy, once she was done peeing, Mary-Ann made her pull up her skirt and pour out her white heels. The one which her stream initially poured into dispensed an incredible amount of urine into the already sizable puddle on her floor.
What came to her next surprised her. She made Cassie feel her soaked thigh. All the way up, until she reached Karenna’s pussy. Dispersing the phantom hands quickly, she stepped out of her pantyhose and pulled down her pee-soaked panties. Falling onto the floor, Karenna scooted towards her bed and put her back against her bedpost. Wet with piss and excitement, her genitals burned with desire. She didn’t need any tool. Only her fingers. They manipulated her walls and her clit with dexterity and experience. Until her active imagination gripped her again.
It wasn’t her fingers that made her slit drip with excitement. It was one of them. One of them spirts that she had conjured up for her fantasy. They were making Karenna moan. They made her scream, they made her cry out in satisfaction. It had to be Mary-Ann. Karenna fantasized about her often. She knew it was forbidden, but she loved her boss. The other option was Cassie. And it frightened her. Even as the thought of her colleague touching her brought her to the peak of sexual climax. Karenna convinced herself that she didn’t just cum at the thought of Cassie touching her.
Karenna opened her eyes. Her breathing had returned to a normal pace. A clear puddle of shame sat on her hardwood floor. A pair of green panties that were now sporting a dark patch of pee, and piss coated pantyhose. They were wrapped around her knees while she lay exposed, her legs spread, enjoying every second of her climax. The feeling of a filling bladder again. Normally, she’d hold it. But in her dopamine filled state, she let go.
There was no hiss, no pressure, no desperation. Just the warm spread of a second puddle on her hardwood floor. It expanded between her legs as she smiled again. A small amount compared to the flood she had just experienced, Karenna still enjoyed the second, smaller release. She was glad she found her green skirt. She could have her office fantasy and follow Mary-Ann’s rule. Finishing her second pee, she excitedly planned the next time she could indulge in her greatest fantasy.
Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone. Still nude from the waist down, she wondered over to it. It was Nia. Karenna wondered what story her friend had to tell.
A/N: While writing this, I was worried that the use of the word ghost and phantom would make it seem like Karenna was actually haunted, was it easy to follow that she was simply having a sexual fantasy? Also, which would you prefer for the next interlude: Cassie desperately leaking after a lunch meeting and having to find a place to pee in the city, or Mary-Ann's perfect omo day? |
A/N: I'm about to move IRL, so I'm sorry the end of this was a little rushed. It might show. I'm also moving Cassie's interlude into chapter 6 itself, and instead have something much better planned for 6.1. Thank you all for bearing with me, and I'll try to keep up with any comments. As always, feedback is not only welcomed, but appreciated!
As summer drew near, the evenings grew lighter. Though it was late in the day, the need for artificial light in Mary-Ann’s office was low. It brought back memories of long summer nights at home, and the pleasant nostalgia of days gone by. A sudden rush of energy from the door snapped Mary-Ann out of her daydream. Karenna and Cassie both barged in, Cassie holding a small round cake. Adorned with a few unlit candles, the pair began to sing their boss a happy birthday.
It was a nice gesture, and Mary-Ann certainly hadn’t forgotten her own special day. When the two stopped singing, Cassie placed the cake gently down on Mary-Ann’s desk.
“Oh my gosh! Thank you guys! This is so unexpected!”
“It’s been a great year, and you’ve helped us out so much. Just something you do, you know?” Cassie spoke first “Let me get the plates.”
Mary-Ann stood from her chair, wincing as she tried to stand fully.
“Enjoying your Friday a little early, boss?” Karenna asked knowingly
“Yeah.” Mary-Ann smoothed down the creases in her tan khakis “Took some inspiration from you. You remember you told me about your day? I want one for me too.”
Karenna raised her eyebrows “today?”
“No. Tomorrow. Which, by the way, do you want to come over?”
“Sure!” Karenna gave a smile, which then faded “Um…is it awkward for me to ask how you plan to end this” She made sure no one else could hear her “…hold?”
“Yeah. A bit. I guess I can tell you that I don’t know….but it’s still awkward.”
Karenna reached into the back pocket of her dress pants and pulled out a coin
“Heads for pants, tails for…you know…”
“Kar, I don-“
Karenna flicked her thumb and the coin flew upright. With an ark, it fell back down. Right into the cake
“Heads!” Cassie exclaimed as she reentered, paper plates in hand “What are we flipping for?”
Mary-Ann stayed quiet. Karenna began to studder “Uh…um.”
Putting the plates down, Cassie picked the coin out of the cake, frosting still covering the coin. She gently, almost seductively tapped Karenna’s nose with it, leaving a dollop of white frosting on her. Without thinking, she sucked the rest of the frosting off the copper.
“Eh, you sure you want that back Kar?”
Karenna was staring at Cassie “Want what back?”
“Your-never mind, let’s eat. Oh, and before we finish-“ Mary-Ann walked over to the minibar. A holdover from her other office.
Producing a whiskey bottle and two shot glasses, Mary-Ann set them down next to the cake.
“For good luck! I only have two though.”
“Karenna and I can share!” Cassie was quick to accommodate
With that, the three began their little party. Light conversation and enjoyment of the sweet confection commenced. Mary-Ann took a small shot of Whiskey. Then Cassie. Then Karenna. Then Cassie again
“For Anna. Who wanted to go home instead.” She downed another one
“You sure you can drive?”
“After two shots? Hell yeah! I’m not some sort of lightweight!”
Mary-Ann shrugged. She could feel the warm liquid down her throat, it was pleasant. Comforting. The feeling of it in her already filling bladder was less so. Still, the coin had landed heads side up, and a game was a game.
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Mary-Ann shifted in her seat, and crossed her legs. The light was green, but the traffic was stopped. The shot of whiskey that had warmed her was long gone, and now sat in her bladder. A weight, pressing against her muscles. She took a deep breath. It was all she could do.
The towel under her was tantalizing. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t wet in the car before, and Mary-Ann enjoyed doing so. Part of her wanted to do it, part of her wanted to be sure no one saw her. The rational part of her mind warned of getting caught. On a Friday night, her apartment would be busy. Swarmed with those who had dates, and those who were getting home from work. If she did it, they’d see her. She’d done it enough to know that her butt would be soaked, coated and caked in a wet patch that gave away her act. She couldn’t. A shiver ran up her spine from her bladder. It tickled her brain. Mary-Ann smiled. There was nothing quite like a good hold.
Pee. Pee flooded Mary-Ann’s mind as her apartment buildings came into view. The anxious state that climaxed a long hold had firmly entrenched itself in her head. Her body wanted her to relax. To use the towel that she had under her. The gates opened. Her emotional mind threated to win and make her relax. She made a deal with herself. If she could find a parking spot in front of her building, she’d run inside, if not, she’d go in the car.
Her decision was made for her. Right in front of her building was an open spot. Parking quickly, Mary-Ann turned off the car and attempted to look dignified as she climbed out of the SUV. Taking short, stilted steps, she climbed her way up the stairs to her floor. As she neared the door to her apartment, she felt a rush, a hot, pressing urge on her slit. With the last of once of strength that she was willing to expend on her hold, she clenched. Tightening her muscles and crossing her legs, Mary-Ann shouldered the door open, butterflies in her stomach. Her body prepared for what was to come. Kicking off her heels and tossing her keys onto the counter, the owner of a successful mortgage company carefully closed her door. And peed her pants.
The dark patch that appeared on the crotch of her tan khakis quickly grew with the force of hot pee that she was expelling. Pronging down each of her legs, the warm, moist sensation quickly blossomed into a massive stain on the front of her pants. Overrunning the fabric of her pants, her hot pee splattered and sprayed out of the back of her and smacked the hardwood floor below. Sighing in satisfaction, Mary-Ann grabbed her now soaking thighs and clutched the dripping fabric. Her hands were emersed in it.
“Oh, I really couldn’t hold it anymore!” She said as relief washed over her
She watched as her feet were bathed in her warm urine as well. As her pee made its way to the floor, a clear puddle formed. Soon she was standing in the remnants of her waste, a puddle made from her water intake and shot of whiskey from the day. As Mary-Ann’s strong flow of pee trickled to a halt, she wiggled her toes around in the wet puddle. They splashed and jostled the cooling puddle around as the heat of her long hold left her pants.
As Mary-Ann spent the next hour in her cold, wet pants, she couldn’t help but feel contented. Her puddle was gone, she had cleaned that, but the stain of her forbidden fun was well marked on her pants. Her legs, now cool and moist, eventually enjoyed a hot shower. As she popped a bottle of expensive wine for the evening to herself, Mary-Ann knew that she was in for a perfect day tomorrow.
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There was no alarm as Mary-Ann awoke before the sun. In the dark, she could make out the time. It was well before most people would wake up. But years of alarms had conditioned her body to naturally stir her at this time. She lay awake for a moment, deciding on whether or not she should get up. Pulling the comforter back, Mary-Ann made her choice. She had slept topless, and her large, B-cup sized breasts were exposed to the colder room temperature.
Flicking on the lamp next to her bed, Mary-Ann grabbed her book off of the night stand. It wasn’t a particularly interesting read. But a necessary one. It was a book on leadership, one which Mary-Ann felt the need to touch-up on. Having been written by an accountant however, it was a dry read. As she read, Mary-Ann began to feel her exposed nipples harden. She doubted it was from the cold. She could feel her bladder. It didn’t feel full, but her nighttime urine was inside. Her protected mattress crinkled as she spread her legs. Semi-conscious of what she was planning, Mary-Ann sat up, folding her legs as she did so.
The words she was reading bounced off her mind, her brain hardly comprehending as she began to feel a tickling warmth. Moving the book from her face, Mary-Ann smiled. She was peeing. Soft moans began to escape her lips as she observed her act. It was taboo, wrong, dirty, and she loved it. She loved the way the warmth caressed her butt, the way her panties darkened as they took her flood. Mary-Ann put her book down and began to play with her exposed breasts. As she peed, Mary-Ann slid her now saturated panties to the side and began to pee on the bed without them. Every second of her act continued to hasten her arousal.
Even as her stream tapered off, Mary-Ann was fully aroused. Playing with herself and the warm, wet circle that had stained the sheets coated her bare breasts in a sheen of clear piss as she rolled onto her stomach. She let her fingers do the rest of the work.
When Mary-Ann awoke again, the sun was up. She was satisfied, nude, and a little cold. She had drifted back to sleep, yet was still on time for her brunch with Karenna. Bringing her soiled panties with her, Mary-Ann stepped in the shower, and prepared for her day.
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Mary-Ann wasn’t expecting Karenna to pick such a fancy place, but she appreciated the effort. Soft piano music and the clinking of plates could be heard, and both the waiters and waitresses wore similar uniforms. It was an expensive eatery, and the ostentatious décor showed it. Karenna had ordered a bottle of wine for the table, and the two shared it while they reminisced.
“You know, those khakis look good on you Kar. They’ve still got the crease too.”
“Thanks! Yeah, I wear them for…’special occasions’.”
The two smiled at each other
“You know. When we were hanging out with Nia, she mentioned that you were in the drama club in school?”
Karenna nodded
“I dunno. Something to do I guess.” She finished her wine and moved to her water
“She made it seem like there was more to it.”
“Well, yeah. I guess. I kinda wanted to be an actress.” Karenna looked embarrassed to admit it
Their conversation was interrupted by their waiter, who refilled their waters. Both were downing their drinks at a good pace.
“You make it seem like a bad thing. Were you any good?”
Karenna shrugged.
“Only did it for one year.”
Mary-Ann nodded and ate some of her food, knowingly filling her bladder as she drank. A smile grew on Karenna’s face as she did the same
“What?” Mary-Ann asked
“What do you mean what?”
“I know that smile, Kar.”
“Oh you know. I was thinking…”
“ ’bout what?”
“What if, like, I made it as an actor. And I was on stage. But I really had to pee?”
“Sounds embarrassing.”
Karenna smiled. Mary-Ann spoke
“You’re still coming over, right?”
“I was planning on it, why?”
“I thought of something fun we could play if you’re up for it.”
“Of course! Let hurry though. I’ve already had a lot.”
“Me too Kar, me too.”
The two continued to talk, enjoying each other’s company. Each drank plenty of liquid, filling up and anticipating the game Mary-Ann had in mind. Karenna picked up the check as promised and as they begun to share in their desperation, they departed for Mary-Ann’s apartment.
Mary-Ann wasn’t sure if it was the rising feeling of controlled desperation that she enjoyed, or the fun of playing a game with it that enticed her. In either case, she could feel it. She knew her limits, she knew she could wait, but that wasn’t the objective of the game. Karenna followed her inside, seeing Mary-Ann’s apartment for the first time. Karenna let out a low whistle
“Nice spot. You have rooms and stuff!”
Mary-Ann laughed “Yeah, I guess I do.”
Karenna crossed her legs “Wouldn’t happen to have a bathroom, would you?”
“Of course I do! Not right now though.”
Karenna started to bob her knees, exaggerating her desperation a bit “Then were do we pee? I kind of had a lot to drink…”
“I was thinking a holding contest might be too much for you, we know how small your bladder is and all.”
Karenna smiled and nodded. Mary-Ann explained the game
“So I’m going to let you pee your pants. But you cannot get my floor wet. Or any of the furniture. And before we start.”
Mary-Ann reached into a cabinet above the refrigerator and grabbed a container. She opened it and set it on the counter
“We’ll each have some of this.”
“Some of what?”
“Electrolytes. I use these before a workout. Give it 20 minuets before they really hit your bladder.”
“ooo!” Karenna was eager to try it as Mary-Ann mixed two glasses of water with the powder.
“Same rules go for me too Kar.” She raised her glass, and Karenna followed “Here’s to fun! And to friendship!”
As Karenna downed the surprisingly fizzy drink, she noticed the crotch of Mary-Ann’s dark orange corduroys darken a little. Her boss had let go while she drank, but stopped before the damage made far. It was a small patch, hardly noticeable when she walked.
Mary-Ann walked over to the back of her couch and turned around to face Karenna. The pair were situated in the living room, knowing the hardwood would be an easy clean.
“So what do we get if we win?” Karenna asked
“Hmmm…well, dares are an easy one. But nothing too crazy!”
“Not like you’re gonna lose, boss!”
Mary-Ann crossed her legs “It’s hard to hold it after you let a little go.”
“Is it really?” Karenna questioned
Mary-Ann noticed the same condition on Karenna’s pants as her khakis darkened at the crotch, then stopped. Karenna looked down
“Eh. Maybe a little.”
“Then you’ve got more control than I do.”
Mary-Ann dipped into a squat and put her hand against her crotch
“Maybe. Show me around?”
“S-sure.”
She led Karenna to the room closest to them on the right. It was a smaller room, but had a window.
“This is my home office. Computer, bookshelf…you know.” Mary-Ann held herself.
Karenna looked around. It was a nice room, having intended to be a bedroom, but the size fit a home office nicely. It was as neat as the rest of the house. Mary-Ann gingerly led Karenna to her bedroom. The first thing Karenna noticed was the stain on the bed from the unwashed sheets.
“Had fun this morning, huh, boss? Boss?”
Mary-Ann cupped her mouth with her hand. Karenna looked down. Mary-Ann’s pants were glistening and darkening at the inseams of her thighs before stopping half way to her knees. She looked at Karenna
“I’m going to lose.”
“On the carpet?”
“Uhh…” Mary-Ann turned around and waddled to the living room.
As she was filled with the joy of her secret naughty pleasure, Mary-Ann closed her eyes. She could feel it warming her legs. It was running through her panties and splattering the floor with a loud, distinctive smack. She was used to it, but the fact that it was done for a game made it that much more pleasurable. Squatting over the floor, Mary-Ann reopened her eyes. She saw a massive wet patch on her crotch which then had two destructive flows down each leg. She could feel the flowing urine wetting the backs of her legs as well, which met with her pee that had moved down her thighs. Her butt was captured by the moist wetness.
“What’s my dare?” She looked up at Karenna
“I dare you to give me a raise!”
Mary-Ann laughed as Karenna also begun to wet. The first and most powerful stream broke through the crotch of her now darkening sweats and splattered the floor. Smaller streams that tried to wet her legs instead found ways out of her pants in different spots along her legs.
“I can’t believe I beat you!”
“Neither can I, really. But this was fun. Thanks!”
The rest of the afternoon, the two freely wet around each other. Mary-Ann could fully enjoy herself and her game. This was her perfect day. |
A/N: I apologize if this post is rushed. On mobile and posting from there. Thanks you @PeeHour for one of the most memorable crossovers in omo.orgs history!
Chapter 6.1: The Intern
Nerves. Nerves are a funny thing. Even when you have the world in front of you, like Mary-Ann Adimari did, some things can make you nervous. Especially things that one was experiencing for the first time. You’ve mentored people before. Look how Kar turned out. And now she’s mentoring Cassie, and that’s working out just fine. Mary-Ann told herself these things as she worked out that morning. She reiterated them to herself as she sucked down her water after her workout. And she told herself the same story in the car as she worked on her morning coffee. She was a good mentor, she thought. And perhaps she needed to take her own advice and keep her own anxiety at bay.
The sweat and effort she had used during her workout compensated for her fluid intake. Despite the entire water bottle she consumed and her morning coffee, the effects were not felt as she drove into the garage.
When Mary-Ann hopped out of her SUV, she was surprised to see Cassie walking ahead of her. She wasn’t used to seeing her arrive so early.
“Hey, Cassie! Here so early?”
“Uh, yeah…”
Cassie turned around. Her eyes had deep bags under them, she was tired, and no amount of makeup could hide it.
“Up late?”
“Uh-huh. I was with a guy, so…”
“Alright.” Mary-Ann stopped her “Don’t need to know anymore than that. But…weekend was good I take it?”
“Eh. About the same as usual. Wish I was more productive, honestly. What’d you do?”
The two made it to the main doors and ventured into the office. Anna sat at her desk, and in front of her sat a young brunette, her hands holding a notepad in her lap. Mary-Ann took a breath. Her first intern. Timely and astute, just as her resume had promised. Mary-Ann extended her hand
“Tori?”
The brunette stood. She was significantly shorter than Mary-Ann, though most women were. She met Mary-Ann’s hand and the two shook.
“Yes, hi Mary-Ann. Thanks again for having me!”
“We couldn’t not have you aboard!” Mary-Ann motioned to Cassie. “This is Cassie, currently our top producer.”
Cassie hardly picked her head up, barely acknowledging the intern. Tori smiled awkwardly. Mary-Ann nudged Cassie, annoyed. Cassie looked up at her boss, not knowing her own fax pas. Mary-Ann took the conversation back over.
“Have you had a chance to meet Karenna yet?”
Tori shook her head. It was rare that Karenna was late. Cassie interjected, turning towards the bathroom as she did
“Hey, I had a whole pot of coffee already. I’m gonna go take a piss.”
As she walked towards the bathroom, Mary-Ann stared daggers. If looks could kill, Cassie would have dropped dead. Mary-Ann turned back to Tori
“I’m sorry, we’re not usually this crass in the office. Forgive me. And Cassie?”
The girl in the blue pencil skirt turned about, ready for her boss’s instruction
“Come talk to me after our meeting, ok?”
Cassie nodded and tiredly walked to the restroom. Mary-Ann turned back to Tori
“Can I show you around?”
Tori smiled and let Mary-Ann show her the different rooms. The conference room, the lobby, Mary-Ann’s private office, and Cassie and Karenna’s office. Each had a buttoned-up, corporate feel, yet curiously enough, each space, minus the lobby, had plenty of window-view space. As they stood in the doorway of Cassie and Karenna’s office, Tori commented
“Nice view!”
“Of course! There’s two schools of thought, really. Windows are distracting, or they’re invigorating. I think-“
The two were interrupted as Karenna burst through the main doors and threw her things onto her desk.
“I’m sorry I’m late boss! Traffic and-oh!…hi.” Karenna was surprised to see someone new standing next to her
“Karenna, this is Tori, our intern.”
The black woman, the same height as Tori, extended her hand to the intern
“Tori…Franklin?”
“Yup! How’d you know?”
“Your name sounds familiar. Is your mother Keri?”
Tori smiled and nodded, noting Karenna’s suspiciously pressed together thighs. Does she have to-no. Stop that, you’re not at home, and you’re not with the girls. Don’t go there. Tori shook off her thoughts and answered the question
“Yes, that’s her name. Do you know her?”
“Oh sure! The first mortgage I ever wrote by myself was on your house. Nice place, too.”
“Yeah. It was.” Tori left it at that, not wanting to go further. Karenna turned to Mary-Ann
“New pants boss? I like the crease.”
Mary-Ann looked down, her light grey slacks were not her usual go-to. She preferred pantyhose and a skirt.
“Yup. This was Tyler’s birthday present.”
Tori made a face “Kind of a strange gift?”
“Not when you’re in business. We ready for our morning brief?”
Karenna nodded, and the trio left for the conference room. Tori took the seat next to Karenna, while Cassie and Anna took the two seats opposite them. Mary-Ann stood at the front of the group, leading the meeting. She started by introducing Tori to the group, the college intern with a bright future. She then shifted to more present business matters.
It was then that she first noticed the effects of her morning coffee and water from the gym on her bladder. Having been used to holds during the groups morning meetings, Mary-Ann shrugged it off, and told herself to enjoy it.
Tori diligently took notes while Mary-Ann spoke. It wasn’t all that different from being in a classroom, though the chair was much more comfortable. There were somethings that made her curious, others that she recognized from her studies. None of it was too complex, but all of it was riveting. Suddenly, she felt a sharp kick from under the table. It was Karenna. Tori looked at her.
“Sorry!” Karenna mouthed, her voice a whisper
It was then that Tori noticed how badly Karenna was squirming in her seat. She’d adjust, readjust and cross her legs. Her thighs pressed against each other in the seat, and her hand was nestled in her crotch. Tori knew the signs. She has to pee. First day and I get put next to a desperate coworker. Tori couldn’t tell if this was good or bad luck. She reminded herself of her promise. You’re here to learn and forward your carrier. Don’t think about it. It won’t be that obvious. Tori put herself back to work, trying to ignore the jittering Karenna.
It was easier than she had expected to ignore Karenna’s movements, but Tori wasn’t expecting her to be asked to lead the meeting. As Mary-Ann stood in the back, Karenna took to the front of the room. It was hard for Tori to continue to concentrate on her notes. She watched as the businesswoman swayed her hips and crossed her legs as she spoke. Tori looked at Anna, who was also taking notes. She looked at Mary-Ann who was preening her blouse. Don’t they see this too? Tori looked over at Cassie, who was intently watching Karenna’s movements as well. She notices. Why not say something? A warmth suddenly overcame Tori. It felt like her heart was working overtime. She looked down and rubbed her sternum. Her chest burned in an odd way. She looked back at the clearly desperate Karenna. Thoughts overcame her. Why don’t you speak up Tori? Tell her its ok. She’ll feel better, and doesn’t have to be embarrassed about it. Tori visibly shook her head. Those weren’t her thoughts. She raised her hand. Karenna was the first to notice, crossing her legs as she gave the intern a questioning look.
“You have a question about Cassie’s meeting this afternoon?”
“Um, no. I-I’m sure it’ll go well. C-can I get a glass of water?”
“Feeling ok?” Mary-Ann asked from the back of the room
“Yes. Just…” Tori regained her composure, the warmth in her chest dwindling. “Just thirsty.”
Mary-Ann nodded “You don’t need to ask for that. Go ahead.”
Tori stood and rushed back to her car to grab her water bottle.
Karenna was having a wonderful Monday. Her pussy tingled as her bladder burst. She was firmly in control, but could easily pretend she wasn’t. Tori had interrupted the flow of the meeting, and before she could restart, Karenna felt her phone vibrate in her back pocket. It was from Cassie.
Stop scaring the intern! 😅
Karenna looked at Cassie, her knees shaking. She mouthed
“What?”
Cassie tapped out a response on her phone
Cute show, but I don’t think it’s for everyone.
Karenna looked up at Cassie, who gave her a small grin. Karenna’s heart skipped a beat. She wondered if Cassie was flirting with her. Her Monday couldn’t get any better as she continued the meeting
“Um…so, yeah…Cassie will be meeting with Valerie this afternoon. Valerie is one of the top realtors in the state and will be an excellent referral partner. Cassie knows her though her connection to Sarah Darzi.”
Karenna looked at Mary-Ann, the name held different meaning for them.
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Tori gulped down the rest of her water. The fresh air of the parking garage had cleared her head. She worried if her unique experiences over the past year had marked her life. Was this her curse? To have her mind run away from her whenever another young woman needed to go? She shook her head again. She was better than this. She liked what she liked and she had friends that she could rely on. Tori took a deep breath. She knew she’d be ok.
By the time she returned to the meeting, Karenna was back in her seat. Mary-Ann was back to presenting. Tori couldn’t help but notice Karenna’s hand between her crossed legs. Tori tried to concentrate on her notes again, but she found her eyes wandering back to Karenna’s predicament. The same rising warmth took her chest again. Stronger than before, the thoughts she had driven away returned. She must be suffering. Poor girl really has to go. Tori gripped the seat, trying to ground her thoughts. It made it worse. Tell her it’s ok. The seat will absorb it. Tell her to just pee her pants. It’ll feel so much better. You can even show her.
“Alright. I think that’s the plan team! I’ll be taking Tori over to my Addison Street duplex, so I’ll be out today. Karenna and Anna, you two will hold down the fort, right?” Mary-Ann wrapped up the meeting fast, allowing Tori to take her mind back.
Karenna raised her hand , she had other motives for asking her question “May I go pee?”
Mary-Ann gave her a look, one that knew what Karenna was up to. “Yeah.”
Karenna leapt up and walked quickly out of the room. Cassie spoke up
“I gotta go again too.”
Mary-Ann stopped her
“We need to talk.” She turned to Tori “Tori, can you put your things in my car? We’ll be leaving in just a moment.”
Tori complied, even as she begun to feel the first twinge of her bladder. It was starting to react to the water she had consumed in the garage. Longingly, she looked towards the bathroom as Karenna walked in. She’d be fine. It wasn’t as if she couldn’t handle a little desperation.
Mary-Ann stood in front of Cassie with her arms folded. Her agitation overshadowing her bladder for the moment.
“Why were you so crass with Tori this morning?”
“Hadn’t had my coffee. I dunno.”
“I’m not running a crew full of sailors here. Clean up your act before your meeting with Valerie, ok?”
Cassie nodded. Mary-Ann ended their talk
“Alright then. Go pee.”
Karenna darted into the only available stall and unzipped her pants. Getting them down around her ankles, she ended her hold as she squatted above the toilet. A thick, fat stream of piss shot out of her quickly and loudly sprayed into the toilet. Karenna contracted her bladder muscles and the stream that exited her pee hole splattered with even greater force that it had started with, and the hissing sound that was erupting from her thighs filled the room. She turned her head down and watched the rest of her stream spray out of her, enjoying the tickling sensation.
As she opened the stall door, Karenna was surprised to see Cassie leaning against the wall. She asked Karenna
“Better?”
Karenna smiled and nodded. Cassie walked up to the stall, catching the door before asking
“So when are we hanging out?”
Is she asking me out? Karenna turned on the tap water to wash her hands. Play it cool.
“Soon.”
“How soon?”
“This weekend if you want.”
Karenna heard the stall door close. Before she got a response, she could hear a similar hiss trickling out of the closed doors. Cassie peed as she spoke
“Can’t. I’m with John this weekend. How about the next?”
Damn. Guess she wasn’t. Karenna felt crushed. Then why the hell would you lead me on?
“Fine.” Was all she could muster, feeling dejected as she left the bathroom.
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“So, what did you learn this morning Tori?” Mary-Ann asked as they exited the garage
“Well, I have a question about this Valarie lady.”
“Alright. Shoot.”
“Isn’t she in real estate too? Wouldn’t partnering with her hurt your business?”
“No, not at all. See, this is the kind of stuff they don’t teach in books.”
Tori nodded, letting Mary-Ann know that she was ready to learn.
“She’s a realtor. Which means she sells homes and deals with the public more than we do with mortgages. We could advertise to the public and we do sometimes, however, by surrounding ourselves with other professionals like her. She can bring us more business, and repeat business. It’s simply more efficient.”
Tori nodded, her bladder prodded her for attention. She looked around the SUV, admiring the trim and expensive ride. Looking in the back, she noticed something odd.
“Do you like to swim at all?”
“Um…I guess so. Why?” Mary-Ann was perplexed by the question
“I noticed a few towels in the back is all.”
Mary-Ann nodded, knowing their true purpose. Tori meanwhile, had her own visions of her vacation with her mother and the first time Lilly was invited to join Tori in her secret. Thinking back on it, it was a rather pleasant memory. Tori smiled, filled with nostalgia.
Mary-Ann sipped tea from her new thermos. It was hours old, yet still hot. It was the little things that surprised her. The pleasant taste warmed her mouth and throat, filling her with a calm enjoyment. She complemented herself, feeling as though she was connecting well with her intern. As she smacked her lips, she felt her bladder angrily argue with her. Maybe the tea wasn’t such a good idea. Mary-Ann took another sip. But it sure tastes good.
Mary-Ann could feel her bladder swelling as she moved the SUV onto the highway. She pulled out of one lane and moved to the next, attempting to outflank the slow moving traffic. It was a two lane highway, enough for most of the traffic volume in the rural area, but that didn’t stop the occasional slow car in the way.
Tori started to fall silent as she could start to feel her bladder, more than she would like, but holding it wouldn’t be an issue. Part of her wished she was with her friends, they wouldn’t mind if she eased herself now. She wouldn’t even have to tell them. She looked over at Mary-Ann. The business woman looked composed, though stiff. Tori sighed. She could probably use the bathroom when they got there. But toilets had become so boring.
Mary-Ann could feel her muscles tightening, warning her that her bladder should not be trifled with this day. But she kept her mind on the road and on one single line. Stay composed. You’ve got a half hour drive left. It’s fine. You’ll be fine. Keep holding it and you’ll make it to the bathroom. Things are going great, don’t ruin them. You’re strong, you’ll be fine. Mary-Ann continued to feed herself this line, trying to convince herself that she’d make it. She had to believe it.
Their conversation had ended more than 10 minutes ago. Or so Tori assumed. She hadn’t been paying attention to the clock, and Mary-Ann had run out of things to say. It had officially gotten awkward. Part of Tori worried that she may have said something offensive or done something wrong. Mary-Ann had gone mostly silent. Shifting in her seat, Tori could feel her bladder push against her seatbelt. It was a pressure she was familiar with, and one she would have begun to relieve if she could. She took a breath. It was then that she noticed how short Mary-Ann’s breath was. She looked at her boss. She observed Mary-Ann’s tense muscles. Tori couldn’t tell for sure, but a thought struck her. She doesn’t have to pee too…does she?
Sharp pains stuck into Mary-Ann’s abdomen like pins. She had to pee. She really had to pee. There wasn’t a reason for them to stop, and her bladder was agonizing over the decision to add tea to her morning of water and coffee. It sent a desperate shock through her body. Mary-Ann clenched, but clenching herself was becoming ineffective. She couldn’t cross her legs, she had to drive. She rubbed her belly, just where her full bladder rested. She winced. It hurt, and it hurt bad. It had filled gently that morning, Mary-Ann hadn’t really noticed it for a while. But there was no ignoring it now. She sucked air in through her teeth, and wiggled her legs slightly. Squirming, her SUV swerved with her. Swinging the car back into its lane, Mary-Ann held on. She moved her hand to her crotch, it helped a little.
I can see it. At least I can see it. Mary-Ann had quickly sped through the small town towards her duplex. Discreetly, she massaged herself through the crotch of her pants, trying to stymie the urge, surviving just a little longer. That’s all she needed to do. Walk in, talk, use the bathroom. That’s it. A contraction, the first one. A wave shot her urine to the front of her privates. She held on, but was sure she would not for much longer. There were fields on either sides of her. Nothing but open area and a small neighborhood that housed her duplex. Her only opportunity was to get inside.
Tori was starting to get uncomfortable. She would play with desperation sometimes, but she was always in control. When it started to hurt, she delt with it. Now, she was in front of her boss. This was her future, to be in business. She wouldn’t waste it by playing games. Just enjoy it for a little longer. Remember what you did in class? You liked that. Just focus on learning here. Tori ordered herself to stay calm as the SUV pulled up to the small duplex.
Mary-Ann gripped the steering wheel hard enough to turn her knuckles white. She held through another contraction, but she didn’t know for how long. She looked straight ahead as she spoke to Tori
“Here we are. I uh…um…I-I’m going to show you uh-h-how to negotiate.”
Tori nodded, watching her boss like a hawk. Trying to determine if they were really in the same boat.
Mary-Ann stepped outside. Standing, she felt lightheaded. Holding herself, she felt her bladder weigh her down like a stone in the ocean, it felt like she was carrying 100 pounds on her back, and her abdomen was tight, nearly pulling on her torso. A massive force rammed against her defenses. Now out of Tori’s sightline, she grabbed herself, finally easing the pain, if only for a moment. Her bladder relented, and she slowly walked to the front of the car, leading Tori along. She told herself to stay composed. No crotch holding, no bending down. She needed to stay professional.
As they climbed the concrete steps, Tori wondered if anyone was even home. Perhaps Mary-Ann would have a key. As her boss rang the doorbell, Tori doubted that this was the case. They were still silent as they waited for someone to answer the door. Tori heard an odd sound escape Mary-Ann’s lips. She looked over. Her boss’s thighs were mashed together, her face was white and she bit her lower lip as her hands were balled into fists. Oh my gosh she does have to pee! Tori could feel the heat rising in her chest. She did her best to calm it as a man answered the door. Mary-Ann introduced herself and Tori, and the man allowed the two to enter. Tori wasn’t about to take any notes, she was intently watching her boss.
Nearly forgetting about her own bladder, Tori stepped into the well lit apartment behind Mary-Ann. Her tight movements and shaky speech told Tori all she needed to know about her boss’s condition. As the man led Mary-Ann through the neat apartment, Tori could see Mary-Ann slowly but subtly crossing her legs. The two finished discussing rent and the possibility of another lease when Tori heard Mary-Ann ask an important question, at least to her
“Uh…um…I h-hate t-t-to ask Mr. David. B-but may I use y-your restroom?”
“I’d be more than happy to Mary-Ann, but I can’t.”
As soon as he denied her, Tori distinctly noticed the crotch of her bosses light grey business slacks darken. Mary-Ann had leaked.
“W…why?” Mary-Ann was trying to stay composed
“My young nephew through a toy down the toilet and flushed it, and Donovan can’t get out until tomorrow to fix it.”
As the man spoke, Tori couldn’t help but watch the small patch widen. It stopped, and Mary-Ann put her clipboard in front of herself. Tori was in awe. Was her boss about to have an accident?
“O-ok. Thanks for letting us in. You…take care now.” The patch widened again, covering the inseams of her crotch.
“Yeah, we’ve had to use Mrs. Dunbar’s next door. Feel bad for her because my wife’s a nurse…” The man rambled a bit as Mary-Ann quickly led Tori out.
Mary-Ann’s eyes were wide, fear coursed through her veins. Why did I have that stupid tea! Why didn’t I go before we left! This is bad! I can’t have an accident, not in front of Tori. Mary-Ann knew this. But her panties were also warm and moist. She was running out of options.
Now that they were out of the duplex, Tori had once thought on her mind. Help her boss. Her heart beat quickly as she thought of her solution. The same warmth in her chest had returned. She could feel it. She could feel the weight of her mother’s words at the back of her throat. She wanted to convey the same message to her boss. As they reached the SUV, Tori took a deep breath. She had done this before, hadn’t she? It was time to put her mother’s words, and her experiences over the past year, to use. Here goes everything. She thought. But it was worth it.
“Hey, um…Mary-Ann?”
Her boss turned around, subtly marching her heeled feet in place
“Y-yes?”
“Do…uh…do you have to pee?”
A silence for a moment. Tori worried that she had just thrown the relationship away. But she knew the answer, and was glad Mary-Ann told her the truth.
“Alright…I’ll be honest. I really need to pee. D-do you mind if I hold myself?”
“It’s ok.” Tori spoke calmy
Mary-Ann shot her hands into her crotch. No longer caring if she stayed composed, she clutched and grabbed hard. Tori continued, as if her words were controlled from an otherworldly source.
“You know, if it’s really that bad Mary-Ann, its ok with me if you just 'go'.”
“Go? Pee right here?”
“Uh-huh.” Tori spoke with a calmness she hadn’t known before. “If you have to pee your pants, its ok”
“Yeah…there’s really no place…to squat…” Mary-Ann looked about the empty fields. “Are you sure you don't mind?”
With that, Tori relaxed her bladder. The feeling of relief sent tinges of pleasure and relaxation throughout her body. She knew it all. How it felt it all go the warmth around her crotch comforting her in her act.
Mary-Ann watched as her intern’s red business pants started to darken at the crotch. In no time at all, the darkness spread to her thighs. She looked back up at Mary-Ann
“I’m sure. Go ahead and pee your pants.”
That was all the permission Mary-Ann needed. She closed her eyes, not caring that she was just told to pee her pants. Relief washed over her as she did so.
A hissing sound broke out as Tori peed her pants willingly with her boss. The dark stain of which rapidly descended, pouring out over her thighs and running into her heels, splattering onto the ground and creating a nearly invisible puddle. Her red slacks darkened to a nearly black color. The fast moving streams of hot pee warmed her as she was accustomed to, and Tori would never deny the pleasant feeling of it all.
Mary-Ann opened her eyes. Looking down, she could feel a warm sensation spray into her panties. The water, coffee and tea she had consumed now jetting into her underwear. She was doing it on her own terms, told to by her intern, and watching intently as the crotch of her new slacks darkened. The wetness blossomed over her crotch and ran down her legs. The hot liquid spilled into her pants as she continued her release. Mary-Ann breathed a sigh of relief
“Oh man! I needed this so bad!”
“You’re not the only one!” Tori was enjoying herself
Mary-Ann giggled, and Tori smiled
The light grey fabric was completely dark around her crotch, and a wide streak had formed and ran down the inseam of her right leg. She felt her butt cheeks start to soak in her pee and the back of her legs felt warm and wet as well. Clear urine splattered the grass below. Droplets formed at the cuffs of her pants and a constant stream of them poured into her heels. The sticking warmth of her dress pants, the hiss of her uncontested urine, and the sound of the splattering ground put Mary-Ann in a somewhat familiar space. She was almost happy at what they were doing and couldn’t help but give a naughty chuckle
“You know Tori. I’m dropping you off at the apartment when you get back. What are your roommates going to say when they see that?” Mary-Ann pointed at Tori’s wet pants
“You know. I don’t think they’ll mind all that much…” Tori had finished mostly, and was barely spurting into her panties at this point
“No? Well that’s good. Quite the story though.”
“Hmm?” Tori looked at Mary-Ann’s now darkened pants, they were still glistening. Tori wondered if she was still going
“Well, now you have a story. You and your boss-their landlady. Just peed your pants together.”
Tori laughed. She decided to tell the whole truth. Weather it was from the high of wetting her pants, or the searing heat, almost glow from her chest, she didn’t know. But she decided to tell the whole truth
“Actually…This isn’t the first time I’ve done this. On purpose.”
Tori wasn’t sure what to expect. Whatever it was, it wasn’t the answer she got, which struck her like a bolt of lightning. Mary-Ann responded with a wink.
“Not my first time either.” |
A/N: This is the chapter that defines chapter 6 for me. Both in desperation, and conclusion to the scene. Surprisingly, it's one of the few Cassie-excusive chapters and she really shines. I hope you enjoy the confirmation at the end! As always, feedback is not only encouraged but appreciated
Chapter 6.2: The Portrait of a Troubled Woman
Business lunches were always the nicest. Typically, they were at nicer places than Cassie would frequent, and to top it off, it was free. By company card, Cassie could have a free meal and potentially make a sale on top of it. It was a nice luxury. Thankfully, the restaurant that Valerie had picked out was close to the office, and Cassie had no problems making it there early. Alone on a networking meeting for the first time, Cassie needed something to calm her nerves. She started with a shot of brandy. Wen that wasn’t enough, she took to white rum in water. In case Valerie showed up early too, Cassie didn’t want to be caught drinking alcohol. She could disguise this.
As she sipped more and more of her rum and water combination down, Valerie appeared. Right on time. Standing, Cassie met her hand.
“Cassie! Surprised to see you working with Mary-Ann! Good to see you again!”
“Why? Thought I wouldn’t make it?” Cassie took the comment offensively
“No, it’s just that Sarah thought so highly of you. I’m surprised you’re not still over there.”
“I like it here better.”
“I see. And why is that?”
“Because Mary-Ann lets you get to know her. She’s ok with being vulnerable and human. There’s no…I don’t know…pretentiousness about her. Is that a word?”
Valerie nodded.
“I thought I’d ask. You were an English teacher, right?”
“Until I had my second, yes. He’s still a handful, I’ll tell you.”
As Valerie prattled on about her kids, Cassie was sure to ask plenty of questions. That was always her strategy, to get the client talking about themselves. As Valerie did so, Cassie continued to down her rum and water. It went down easy. Starting to feel a buzz, Cassie switched over to iced tea to avoid becoming actually drunk. As the conversation switched over to business, the two ordered lunch.
“So, tell me Cassie. Why should I put my business with you? I like where I am.”
“Really? Why is that?”
“Well, I’ve been there for a while. And Mike’s always done right by me.”
“How old is mike again?”
“64…or 67 I think…Don’t quote me on that.”
“So you must feel good about the direction of the company after he leaves?”
“Hmmm…” Valerie paused. Cassie felt the liquor drop into her bladder.
“I guess I really hadn’t thought about that. That’s a good point.”
Cassie nodded, a tactic to get Valerie to nod as well. Hopefully it would reinforce Cassie’s idea and drive her closer to her goal. She felt her bladder give her another dull warning, but this time, it didn’t leave; the shot, plus the rum and water had started to collect in her bladder and the ice tea wasn’t helping. At least the food was arriving, and that could dry up some of her desperation.
It was a small Asian restaurant, enough to seat roughly twenty other people. But the food was good, and came out fast. Considering it was Cassie’s only meal of the day so far, she dug in, instead of taking the opportunity to relieve herself. As the two ate and spoke lightly, the strain of Cassie’s bladder built. She was still hungry, even as she started to just pick at her noodles. Squirming about in the booth took her mind first. Her insides were starting to feel heavy.
Luckily, Cassie had an advantage over most women. In her abandonment of underwear, she could more directly press on both her bladder and her snatch. Wiggling her backside into the booth cushion, she could easily massage her womanly parts as they held back a growing flood.
“So when you guys say that you’re full suite of client services, what does that mean?”
Cassie crossed her legs as she spoke
“It means that we guide the client through every step of the process. Instead of calling you with mortgage questions, they call us. So it gives you more time to retain other clients.”
Valerie nodded, understanding. The two went back to their meal, and Cassie continued to suffer.
Her swelling bladder started to pain her, and she could feel her bladder muscle beginning to tire. She would tighten its hold only to realize a short time later that it had relaxed. Countering, she cross her legs under the table again, tightening it more. But the rum was continuing to work its way through her body and no matter what she did, her ability to keep her condition discreet was evaporating. As they finished their lunch, she could no longer hide it from Valerie.
“Um…Valerie do you mind if I use the bathroom real quick?”
The other woman nodded. She didn’t mind, but given her stature, Cassie had wanted to keep her need hidden. As she stood, she felt the force of a full bladder bare down on her tight snatch. It was as though lightning had stuck her privates from her bladder. A heavy, indescribable weight pressed on her opening. It forced her to grab herself, right in front of Valerie. Cassie turned a bright shade of red, the fear of her faux pas undoing all of her sales work. Valerie took notice
“You feeling ok?”
Cassie clutched the table. Hand still between her crossed legs. She looked up at Valerie
“I’m really sorry. I…” She took a deep breath “I need the bathroom.”
Slowly, with the weight of her burdensome bladder weighing her down, Cassie rose back to a standing position. She kept her hand firmly tucked in between her legs. Her bladder throbbed. She didn’t have much time before she burst, the alcohol filling her bladder quickly. Walking as fast she could in long boots, Cassie made her way to the bar.
As she stood, waiting for the bartender, Cassie bounced in place. Clutching the hem of her skirt, and patiently grabbed the bartender’s attention.
“Um…e-excuse me…where are the restrooms?”
Cassie couldn’t readily see them in the small restaurant.
“Staff only. Use the convenience store.” The bartender was curt.
Trying to turn on the charm, Cassie twirled her hair with just a finger and gave a flirtatious smile
“Even for a girl in an emergency?”
“Staff only.”
Now Cassie was angry. She waddled up to the bar, carefully crossing her legs. She leaned forward to keep the conversation between the two.
“Okay. But I really, really have got to fucking piss. Just give me the key, and I won’t pee in one of your glasses.”
The bartender walked to the other side of the bar, pretending not to hear her as they delt with other customers.
Angry, desperate, and unable to cause a scene, Cassie grabbed a hold of the bar and bounced, regaining a hold on her full, pounding bladder. Biting her lip she looked back at Valerie, who was engrossed in her phone. Cassie would have to wrap up the meeting fast, and she’d have to do it discreetly. She stood up straight, stiff, and held her head high. Walking confidently back to the table, Valerie picked her head up.
“Better?”
“Much.” Cassie smiled a fake smile
As she sat back down in the booth, she could feel her swollen bladder press on her exposed privates. It burned. Straining, attempting to remain composed, Cassie contracted and contorted her muscles to counter her bladder’s attacks. She pushed and pulled as she sat down, her short blue skirt swinging under her as she sat. The force and pressure of holding it against her bladder’s spell weakened her strained muscles. A searing warmth coated her bare genitals as her butt connected with the booth. The burning pain causing the aggressive, pho-blonde to gasp.
“What’s wrong?” Valerie looked concerned
“Nothing.” Cassie’s fake smile returned “I-I can pick up the…check…”
Valerie smiled, still seemingly worried “Thanks.”
Fuck. I leaked. Damn it, Cassie, you trash. You fucking failure, you whore. Why can’t you hold it? Why can’t you be normal? You have this, you have this in the bag and you’re going to ruin it. Don’t pee, not here. Don’t you ruin this. Fuck! Listen!
Cassie could feel another drop slowly inch out of her slit. It made its way past her clenched labia and kissed her skirt. The first drops of her lowering defenses. Her legs were stretched out in front of her, stiff as a board. She dared not move, trying to hold on with dignity. She couldn’t mess this up. Not for her, or for Mary-Ann. The waiter came back, placing the check on the table. Cassie had the card ready, stiffly placing it on the table. Her movements were slow, deliberate and paced.
“It’s amazing what they’ve been able to do with the limited décor, isn’t it?” Valerie asked
Cassie, still straining and fighting with her bladder, simply smiled a pained smile
“Yeah.”
“Are you sure you’re ok, Cassie?”
“Uh-huh…I just…um…”
Shit! No! No! Hold it! Hold it! Cassie jittered, trying with all her might to contain her full bladder. But she leaked again. Briefly, she felt a pleasurable wave shoot up though her body. She had let some out. Sharp pains quickly followed, and stuck into Cassie’s abdomen like pins. She had to pee. She really had to pee. The check finally returned. As Cassie signed, she gave in, crossing her legs around each other. When she was done, she looked up at Valerie, signaling the end of the meeting, and the end of her painful trial.
“W-wh-where’d you park?” Cassie asked politely
“Oh, just in the lot across the street.”
Cassie nodded “S-same.”
Damn it! No! I’m going to have to walk the same way as her. Fuck!
Cassie’s white blouse, which she typically wore to accent her breasts, had nearly burst a button. The bottom struggled to hide her inflated abdomen. Each side of her filled bladder pounded her snatch with excess rum and iced tea that she had poured into it. Cassie felt hot, sweaty. She held her breath. She groaned. She tried to stay quiet and discreet, but she wasn’t sure she could for much longer. Slowly, she stood from the booth, much slower than Valerie.
She felt something. It tickled her walls. She knew it passed her piercing as she stood. Just a little, enough to begin to darken the back of her skirt. Her bladder kicked again, rushing more warm liquid towards her opening. Clear drops of pee ran down one of her legs as she started to walk out of the restaurant. Hopefully, it didn’t leave a mark.
Carefully, she walked behind Valerie, to hide her intense desperation. More leaks were sure to follow. Looking about as they exited, she looked for an ally. Anyplace she could squat. Nothing. The bright sun beat down on her. She felt clammy. A moist, warm bead of pee rolled out of her as she slowly walked. I…I have to let some out, or I’m not making it… she eyed the crosswalk. That’s where she’d do it.
All she could think about was the deed she was about to commit. Pins and needles followed the goosebumps on her skin. Cassie exhaled, the tension only slightly dissipating. They stopped at the crosswalk. Cassie closed her eyes, thinking she’d get some temporary relief.
It came quickly, faster than she was expecting. It was too much. She gasped. A loud splash suddenly smacked the concrete of the sidewalk. Valerie turned at the sound, noting the sudden dark color on the concrete below Cassie.
“Cassie, did you just…”
“I’m fine. It’s green, go, go!” She was nearly pushing the other woman
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! As Cassie walked, jets and spurts of unwanted urine peppered the pavement below. Both her legs glistened as she walked. Certainly a spectacle for those behind her. Eventually she regained control. Now burning with desire more than ever. Staying dry, she could see the parking lot. Just one more crosswalk. A wave of desperation came over her just as they reached it.
At first, it was nothing. Unless one looked at Cassie’s thighs, it was hard to notice the rouge liquid rolling into one of her boots. But then they stopped. Cassie took a deep breath. She tried to stop it. Then another rush, an unholy kick from her bladder. A loud splatter erupted, loud enough to be heard over the passing cars.
Valerie turned, she saw Cassie’s inverted thighs, her knees touching each other. Another small dark puddle on the sidewalk. She looked at Cassie, the other girl nearly had tears in her eyes, her face red with embarrassment
“I-I…I am sooo sorry…”
Valerie turned back around, her facial expression not showing her feelings. Cassie grabbed herself with her skirt. Her last ditch effort to hold back her doomed bladder. It stopped, but not before wetting the front of her blue skirt.
They crossed into the parking lot, the front of her skirt now sporting a dark stain. Valerie peeled off, freeing Cassie from the social constraints of their business meeting. Cassie called out
“Would you like to meet with Mary-Ann?”
“Um…sure…have her call me…” As Valerie opened her car door she called back “I hope you feel better soon.”
Cassie could hardly mutter a thank-you under her breath as she darted over to her car.
She observed her surroundings. An L-shaped lot, Cassie couldn’t see any place to discreetly squat. Taking her only available option, she dashed around to the driver’s side door of her car. She was away from the street. Hidden somewhat. She could only partially squat behind her car. It didn’t matter. Hiking up her skirt, she prepared for the best relief she could have hoped for.
A drip, a drop. Then a splatter. It was here, and Cassie was about to enjoy it. Closing her eyes, she felt the wind on her bare and exposed bottom. Then she heard a booming voice
“Hey you! Stop that!”
Her bare ass was pointed directly at the store fronts, and both the customers and shop owners could see a sharply dressed woman about to relive herself all over their parking lot. Not to mention the fact that she was exposing herself to them all.
Cassie squealed as she took her remaining strength to halt her impending flow. She clutched her skirt and held it against herself as she spun around to meet the voice. An older store owner had rushed outside
“I’m gonna call the cops!”
“N-n-no sir, p-please d-don’t! I j…just-I…I...have to.” She felt it. It was over. “…pee”
Whether the man noticed it or not, the front of Cassie’s skirt, which was pressed into her crotch, began to darken. Piss sputtered and spayed out of her. The blue fabric turned black around her crotch, and a spaying streak began to coat her left leg. Her heart began to race. She felt her labia start to soak in her pee and the back of her legs felt warm and wet as well. She could strongly smell her urine. It was unpleasant. The streaming pee ran down her left leg and into her boot. Then she heard something. A serendipitous word from the old man. Hope.
“If you want to show yourself, go to the club!”
That was it. This was the same lot as the dice club. Her old employment. With renewed strength and courage Cassie stopped. It was as if someone had put a cork in her. You’re not going to wet yourself. You can do it.
Leaving a puddle near her car, Cassie darted off towards the metal staircase. It was the back entrance. She knew they never locked it. That was her goal. Her saving grace. She could make it. A phrase she told herself again and again. Each step got her closer. She turned the knob. It opened. The business woman with a stained skirt stepped into the dark club.
The janitors closet. Cassie didn’t need to see to know where it was. She nearly tore the door off its hinges. A mop bucket. Good enough.
Hiking up her skirt for the final time, Cassie squatted over the yellow bucket. It was filled with water, dirty from use. But Cassie didn’t care at this point. Closing her eyes, she finally, fully relaxed. A thick, fat stream of piss shot out of her, splattering the dirty water before Cassie moaned, exhausted from the effort it took to avoid pissing herself. Her breathing continued to be short, her stream staying just as strong.
“F-f…” Cassie couldn’t even cuss
“What the fuck? Who opened this fuc-oah!” A man in a dark suit rounded the corner, spotting Cassie quickly
Cassie opened her eyes, her piss still nearly overflowing the bucket
“Hi Ray.”
“Cassie…what the fuck?”
“Ray, I swear I’ll buy a drink. I needed this so bad. Ohmygoash.” Cassie exhaled, returning from her incredible relief. “You want to watch.”
“No I don’t want to watch! What the fuck is wrong ‘wit ‘chu?”
Ray might have tried to dress himself up, but Cassie knew him well enough. He couldn’t hide his background. His accent shined though. Ray spun around, making his way back around the corner, apparently allowing Cassie to finish peeing in peace.
Sighing, Cassie stood. The bucket was now full to the brim. Mostly dirty water, but now filled with her bladder’s contents as well. Cassie let her skirt fall back over her, and felt the damage. A massive stain had made its home on the front of her skirt. It was obvious that she had peed. She’d have to camp out here and hope that the darkness of the club would cover her. She called Ray back over.
“Hey…um…Ray. I kind of…had a bit of an accident. Do you mind, if I buy a few drinks, keeping this between us?”
“Yeah. You still drinking?”
“More.”
“Good. Yeah I think I can keep this between us.”
Cassie smiled. “I guess I owe you one.”
She tilted her head to the door on her left. The dark room. Where no questions were asked, and only the best tippers ever got entry.
“Sorry Cas.” Ray held up his hand, a wedding band
“No shit? Really?”
“And faithful this time!” Ray complemented himself
Cassie started to walk over towards him and the bar around the corner. Suddenly, the door to the dark room opened. A man scurried out the door and Cassie saw a familiar face
“Is that who I think it is?”
“Tonya! You’re still here?”
The other girl squealed and gave Cassie a hug. Her massive, naked boobs hitting Cassie in the face.
“Never tired of this view.” Cassie said, muffled by Tonya’s breasts
Tonya pulled back from the hug, a devilish smile on her face
“I thought you were into guys again.”
“Eh. Maybe. Until I started working.”
Tonya began to touch and feel Cassie’s wet, stained skirt. She ran her fingers along her thigh. She started to move Cassie’s skirt and feel her wet, moist skin.
“Do tell.”
Tonya gave Cassie a small kiss on her neck
“She’s the sweetest, cutest, most gentile person I’ve ever met. And she’s smart. And really…really cute…”
Tonya smiled as she felt Cassie’s privates.
“Does she know you don’t wear panties?”
“Not sure. But something’s different about her…mmpfh…” Cassie could feel Tonya’s fingers working on her sensitive areas.
“Gonna take her home to mom?”
“You know how my mom would react if I told her I was with a girl again.”
“She did interrupt our fun, didn’t she?”
Tonya took it a step further, Cassie felt her tongue begin to work as the other girl got on her knees. Ray came back around the corner
“Oah! Girls! If you’re going to put on a show. At least do so for the kind detectives in the booth over there.” Ray pointed and waived.
The detectives waived back, two opposing sides winking and nodding at each other
Tonya stopped and stood back up
“For old times’ sake?”
“No. Sorry, I’d really like to save myself for Karenna.”
“So she has a name!”
“Yeah…and she’s kind of like you.” The two started to walk over to the bar, Tonya was done feeling up Cassie
“Really?”
“Yeah. I think she likes to hold her pee.”
“And you don’t?”
“Well…maybe I got used to it.”
Tonya giggled and the two ordered a drink. Despite her words, Cassie conceded. Later, after drinks were had, a drunken Cassie decided to indulge in her former lover. She and Tonya would find themselves in the dark room that evening.
A/N: I know some new characters where introduced at the end, however, they won't have a huge presence in the story. Tonya will more so than the others, but I think this gives Cassie that much better of a backstory. For clarification it is a strip club. I hope you liked the desperation and the pee ending, which is a good indication of how the rest of this chapter will play out. |
New story! The next one will be the last story for Hololive Gen0. I plan on changing topics for a little while to focus on some independent Vtubers. Please look forward to future works!
“Ahhhh, so disgusting…”
A faint hissing sound resounded in a small room. At its source was a young idol, void of any clothes except her headset and the diaper she was currently urinating in. Both her hands were occupied, equally pleasuring her breast and her privates. The smell of pee and the warmth cascading her hand only served to further gross her out. What’s worse, she was starting to feel tight in her stomach, likely as a result of the laxative she took beforehand. She cursed under her breath, lamenting how she ended up in this situation. If only she had been more careful back then, none of this would’ve happened.
“Gotta pee…”
Hoshimachi Suisei awkwardly pranced, one hand between her thighs as she got off the train. Dance practice went on far longer than she intended, and she tried to avoid public toilets whenever possible. However, on the train back to Shibuya Station, she was quick to learn she had made an error in judgement. The blue-haired girl could already feel spurts start to leak out into her matching panties. She knew she couldn’t make it home in time, let alone the next few minutes. In a last-ditch effort, she sprinted through the crossing into an alleyway behind some office buildings. Barely making an effort to check her surroundings, she pulled her underwear down to her knees and let her floodgates open. Suisei lost herself in the ecstasy of release, closing her eyes as she focused on her stream. After a while, her flow died down to a trickle before stopping, ending the desperation that haunted her. But that relief was short lived, as when the girl opened her eyes, she was met with a situation that made her heart sink. She looked up to find a young man in a hoodie staring her down, grinning as he held his phone in front of her. It was clear what he was doing. Before getting the time to process what was happening, the man spoke his terms clearly.
“Do as I say, or this video goes out to the whole world.”
Suisei froze. If this got out anywhere, her chances as an idol would be shot. She couldn’t afford to let this happen, especially with her debut album around the corner. The now nervous girl bit one of her gloved fingers, contemplating her options, or rather, her lack thereof. After a few seconds of thinking it over, she defaulted to what she believed to be the only option.
“What do you want?”
Suisei’s flashback was brought to an abrupt halt as her bowels churned, begging for release. With a disgruntled expression, she turned around in her chair, exposing her backside to the camera lens as instructed by her blackmailer. Hugging the back of her chair, she grunted as she gave one hard push. And one hard push was all that was needed, as steaming hot, barely solid shit rocketed itself into Suisei’s diaper. Tears and drool started to escape the sullied idol’s eyes and mouth, her pride completely voiding her body and filling the protective garment around her waist. For the first time in her life, Suisei had crapped herself on purpose, and in a diaper to boot. She could only pray this was the only time she’d have to suffer such humiliation. The young girl finished her business, the only sound in the room being her barely audible sniffles, and the only smell being that of her own waste, which was worsening by the second. She shuddered, remembering that her task wasn’t fully complete yet. Suisei about-faced towards the camera, staring at it with a look of pure hatred as she propped her butt above her chair. Slowly and gently, the girl began to lower herself into the chair, grimacing once her soiled padding made contact with the cushion. It that moment, she let go of the chair arms she’d been using to hold herself up, plopping into the chair. Her mess rapidly spread across her buttocks and pussy, all for her extortionist to see. Suisei’s light sobbing transformed into crying like an infant, her dignity in shambles. The young man logged off after leaving a parting message for his prey.
“Good girl. See you next week.”
Over two months had passed since the initial accident. In that time, Suisei had grown more and more used to using diapers as her toilet. The blackmailer would get more creative with his demands each subsequent week, ranging from acting like a baby to cumming in a shitty diaper. But this time, the idol was at wits end. Not only did he want her to poop her panties for the first time, but she was also going to have to do it in the middle of Shibuya Crossing, with hundreds of people around her. There was no way no one would notice, but at this stage, it was too late to do anything in retaliation. Multiple weeks of high-quality footage of her willingly pissing and messing herself hung above her head. Just like back then, Suisei got off at Shibuya Station after her dance lessons, walking to the crossing before pulling out her phone to confirm her task.
“I’m here. How will you know I did it?”
“I’ll know.”
Suisei scoffed at the remark, putting her phone back in her pocket as she made her way to the center of the crossing. She stopped in the middle and took a deep breath, thinking to herself, “Am I really about to do this?” Gathering herself, she took a series of breaths, slowly pushing against her bowels, hoping the drugs will take care of the rest.
And they did just that. A long, sturdy log started to coil inside of Suisei’s panties. She opted for black today, hoping that there would be a remote chance she could save them from being stained. But even then, for the time being, the bulge in her undergarments was only growing bigger, with little sign of stopping. In that moment, she panicked. She knew she needed to do something, or her shit would leak out of the sides. Without thinking, she put a hand under her skirt and pressed the growing mass against her ass, flattening the load and making room for more.
“Ewewewewewewew!” Suisei was screaming at herself internally, utterly repulsed by what she just did. She looked around and noticed the pedestrian traffic was almost over. With softer mush making its way out of her now, she opted to cross before gaining the attention of all of Shibuya. As she finished crossing, she realized her “accident” had ended, the only thing remaining to show what she did being the heavy mass weighing down her panties. The typically high-spirit girl spared no time finding a convenience store to cleanse herself of this nightmare. After she was satisfied with her condition for the time being, she checked her phone yet again and was met with a disturbing message.
“There’s a package in the alley where you first humiliated yourself. Follow the instructions perfectly, and I’ll let you go.”
The idol feared what he had in store, but built up the determination to go confront her final task.
Sure enough, there was a completely inconspicuous package waiting the fashionable girl’s arrival. It was hard to concentrate on it with the remnants of her last accident still on her person, but picked up the small box and read the note attached to it.
You’ve been a great toy, but frankly, I’m getting bored of you. Even if I had new ideas planned, you just don’t do it for me anymore. So, that being said, I’ve got one more task for you. Disobey, and you know what’ll happen.
Inside this box is a “game” of sorts. Your friend, Sakura Miko, is expecting a game like this to come to her door in a few days. I want you to swap this with the real copy she’s expecting. I’ll know if you don’t complete this swap, so don’t pull anything funny.
Anyways, it was fun playing with you. I can’t wait to turn the rest of Hololive into obedient slaves. Just. Like. You.
Suisei swallowed. She wasn’t sure what was awaiting her colleagues, but if she could be free of this torment, she was ready to do anything. Even if that meant betraying her best friends. |
It had been a week since Dan had babysat for Heidi and Tom – a week since Heidi had drunkenly wet herself in front of him and he was wracking his brain to find meaning. Was it a drunken one-off or was it something more. He did know that he was now spending more and more time at his window hoping for glances of Heidi through hers or to see her out by her car.
When he did, Heidi would throw him a friendly wave and he’d jump at the realisation that he’d been sprung at the window.
Dan’s girlfriend Ella, was due to spend the weekend there with him after an intense week of studying and Dan was concerned about the visit. After what had transpired the week before, he wasn’t sure what the vibe would be like if they were to bump into Heidi and Tom.
Then, on Friday before she was due to arrive, Ella sent a message to their group chat, “Friday afternoon wines at Dan’s?”
As he read, his heart began to race a little.
“Just what the doctor ordered,” came a reply from Heidi.
“See you around five,” she added.
Dan spent the rest of the afternoon nervously pacing around the house. He was both excited and nervous to see Heidi again and when he heard their knock on the door he lept up a little too fast to go and answer it before Ella could.
He opened the door and Heidi was standing alone with their two kids.
“No Tom?” Dan said a little too fast.
“He’s on his way home, he’ll be here soon,” she said with a smile.
Dan felt a little more comfortable now. The kids ushered past him and straight up the stairs while Heidi gave Dan’s arm a quick squeeze hello and took off her shoes.
She was wearing a loose fitting short summer dress that had a low neckline with her amazing cleavage pushing out through it. Her tits looked incredible, naturally full and he was mesmerised by them for a second while Heidi made small talk and asked about his week.
She made for the stairs and he followed behind. As she made her way up, Dan couldn’t help but sneak a glance up her dress. She wore plain black panties with laced edges and his heart beat harder with each step.
They sat around the table for a few hours chatting about the week and thankfully nothing of the week before came up. Tom seemed happy enough so Dan felt a little relieved as they left for the night.
The next day Dan was thumbing through his phone when he received a notification that one of his favourite bands, The Hard Truth was playing the following weekend. He’d missed their last show, but due to a cancelation of their next show, the band had opted to stay in town and do a second date a short drive from his house.
He mentioned it to Ella and she wasn’t all that interested in going. In fact, Dan and Ella didn’t really share the same taste in music at all.
“Why don’t you see if Tom wants to go?” said Ella.
Dan wasn’t overly excited to spend any one-on-one time with Tom, but also didn’t want to go alone. He knew Heidi was a fan of a few of their songs so he messaged on their group chat.
“Anyone a Hard Truth fan? They’re playing at the Arts Centre this weekend.”
Eventually Tom replied, “Yeah I’d be keen to see that.” and the two made plans.
He didn’t hear anything from Tom during the week so as the Friday show approached, Dan sent a message to confirm.
“Still good for tonight?”
“Think so,” Tom replied shortly.
Dan didn’t know what to read into that
“I’ll organise an Uber for 6:30 and we can grab dinner and a beer beforehand,” Dan wrote back, to which Tom replied with a single thumbs up.
Those thumbs ups infuriated Dan and he began to regret asking Tom altogether.
6:30 rolled around and Dan went down to meet the Uber. He could hear some hushed arguing coming from Heidi and Tom’s window as he walked past. He got in and waited and after a couple of minutes, messaged Tom.
“I’m down in the Uber.”
He shot back a message “sorry mate, not feeling great. I’m not going to make it. Heidi’s on her way down.”
Dan didn’t know what that meant. Was she coming to tell him Tom wasn’t coming? Suddenly she appeared in the light of her front door and then walked towards the car. She was wearing a short, loose-fitting black dress, black heeled boots and a leather biker jacket.
She opened the door and slid into the back seat next to him before speaking.
“I’m so sorry, he’s being a massive arsehole and doesn’t want to come, it’s so rude. I told him I’d go instead, do you mind? I totally understand if you don’t, or if there’s someone else you can give the ticket to?”
Dan smiled.
“Of course not, just don’t feel like you have to come,” he said.
“I’d do anything to get away from the vibe in that house at the moment,” she said.
Dan instructed the driver to go.
They arrived at the venue and grabbed a table at the neighbouring restaurant and ordered a couple of burgers and a beer each.
Conversation felt easy with her and they ate, drank and laughed for the next hour.
Suddenly it was time to head in. Dan sent Ella a quick message to let her know what had happened and she seemed surprisingly ok with him spending the night out with Heidi instead.
When he caught up to Heidi in the lobby, she was holding four beers.
“The line up is always huge so I figured we may as well get them two at a time,” she laughed and Dan grabbed two, carefully wrapping his hands around them so as to overlap fingers with Heidi.
They opened the doors and the crowd began to filter into the theatre.
“Hold these for me?” Heidi said gesturing to both beers and then made off to the bathrooms.
When she returned she grabbed the bottles, wrapping her fingers around his the same way he’d done minutes earlier.
“I haven’t been to a concert in years,” Heidi said.
“Not the greatest for someone with a small bladder and who’s had two kids,” she laughed.
Dan smiled awkwardly wondering if she even remembered their encounter a few weeks back.
“Buuuut I guess I’m here with the right person if it goes pear shaped,” she laughed and headed towards the doors.
The theatre was small and intimate. Once the warm up band started it was dark and they sat sipping their drinks while others had to squeeze past their legs to get to their seats.
Dan sat on the aisle with Heidi next to him. He knew she’d have to squeeze past him to get to the bathrooms and he was just excited to feel her against him when she did.
They alternated shouts at the bar and before long Heidi was barely able to make it through two songs before having to dash to the bathrooms. He would watch her legs bouncing and swaying and his crotch would spasm thinking about her desperation.
At one point she caught him staring at her legs instead of at the band and she slid a hand down her thigh into his field of view and flipped him the bird jokingly.
Before long she got up again and did the usual shimmy past his legs to get out to the bathrooms. As she did, she suddenly fell forward towards him and he caught her mid fall. Heidi began to laugh and rather than standing back up, she let herself fall more into Dan, where she eventually ended up legs either side of one of his and she was perched more or less on top of his thigh. She hugged into him.
“Naw, this is a nice hug,” she said and squeezed him tight.
He could feel his leg between hers and the warmth of her crotch against him and he didn’t want to let go.
She eventually stood up and continued on her way to the bathrooms and returned once again with a round of drinks. This time allowing Dan to guide her past him with his hands and she seemed unphased by his hands on her hips and, finally, her ass.
She sat down and handed him a drink and his inebriated state assisted him in another flirtatious hand wrapping as he cupped the bottle. This time he felt her finger run along his skin a little and she sang softly to one of the band’s songs.
The band thanked the audience before kicking off their “final” song for the night and Dan and Heidi both stood tall with the crowd for its duration. Heidi swayed in rhythm and Dan was fixated by her movements, her dress playing catch up with each turn of her hips and it took all of his discipline not to touch her.
Heidi’s phone lit up and she opened a message from Tom. In the dark Dan could read, “going to bed, front door is unlocked.”
Then Heidi’s reply, “few songs still to come, see you in the morning xx.”
Dan was curious. The band had announced this would be their final song for the night, although he was sure there would be an encore… there normally was.
The band hit the final chorus of the song and Heidi leant over to Dan, “should we make a move now so we can grab an Uber before everyone else?” she asked.
“Sure.” Dan replied, and the two slid out of the darkness of the theatre and out into the brightness of the foyer.
They made their way out of the venue and down to the taxi rank where they could be picked up. Dan could hear the roar of the crowd in the distance and heard music fire back up.
“Must’ve done an encore,” Dan said.
Heidi’s face was buried in her phone as she booked the car to pick them up.
“Got about 10 minutes,” she said before tucking her phone back into her clutch.
Outside was chilly, not freezing but there was a stiff breeze blowing and Heidi pulled her leather jacket lapels across her in a vain effort to block the chill.
She sidled up to Dan and briefly rested her head on his shoulder and he did his best to block her from the cold. She stood with her legs tightly crossed, he assumed to retain some body warmth and as he glanced down at her legs, he could see in the streetlight that they were peppered with goosebumps.
They talked about the show and their plans for the weekend. Heidi asked Dan how things were going with Ella.
“Yeah ok, she’s been pretty flatout with her studies lately,” Dan responded, not wanting to spend more time than he had to, talking about his girlfriend.
This was a sign to him that he was developing a thing for Heidi and despite her being married, he didn’t want to share much about his own relationship.
She sighed briefly. “Just don’t get married,” she said in what seemed like a half joking way.
“It takes the fun out of it, y’know,” she continued.
“How so?” Dan said curiously.
“You kind of just become flatmates. There’s not a lot of spontaneity,” Heidi explained.
“You know Tom, he really makes you work for a compliment,” she laughed.
“I can see that,” Dan said carefully.
“So it’s not just me then?” she asked.
Dan tried his best to tread lightly.
“Well I don’t know him all that well, but for example, that time you came down the stairs the other week…”
Heidi interrupted, “yep... I remember, he gave me nothing. I thought seeing me in that lacy thing might have got his attention.”
“It got mine,” Dan said sheepishly and his heart began to beat faster in his chest.
“I know, your whole voice changed.” She giggled.
“Thank god though because I felt like shit until I saw your face,” she continued.
“Is that….” Dan paused.
“Is that what?” Heidi asked.
Dan tried to gather his thoughts. His drunken state made him want to ask, but the crispness of the night was sobering him enough to consider his words.
“Is that what?” She asked again.
“Is that…” he tried again, before trying to think of another subject to segue into.
“Is that why I wet myself?” She laughed.
Dan’s face went instantly red.
“I wasn’t sure you remembered,” Dan mustered.
“Of course I do, and yes… a little. I wanted to be looked at like that again and remember what it felt like to have someone not wanting to look away,” Heidi explained.
“I also felt bad for how Ella outed you infront of us, it seemed pretty personal and, I guess I just didn’t want you to feel embarrassed,” she continued.
“Did you feel embarrassed?” Dan quizzed.
“No actually. Maybe because I was drunk, but the way you looked at me when I did it made me feel sexy – beautiful. I haven’t felt that in a while,” she replied.
“And like I said, at least you have an interesting sex life. A pee kink is a bit more exciting than a fortnightly missionary sex date in the dark,” she laughed.
“Ella’s not really into it,” Dan confessed.
“She’s not?” Heidi replied.
“Well, occasionally she’ll oblige, but only in the shower, in her underwear and she doesn’t really get off on it,” Dan explained.
“I guess it’s not for everyone,” Heidi said sympathetically.
“Yeah,” Dan agreed.
Their Uber arrived right as they began seeing others exiting the theatre and they both got in the back seat.
The drive was around 20 minutes and once they got going, they sat more or less in silence.
Heidi spoke first.
“I hope you don’t mind that I came tonight and not Tom,” she said.
“I probably would have asked you directly to begin with but thought it might be weird,” Dan replied.
Heidi smiled a little.
“Maybe,” she agreed.
“I had so much fun though,” she continued.
“Me too,” said Dan.
He was leaning across the car seat now so as to not have to speak too loudly in front of the driver. His hand was resting a few inches from her thigh, which, with her dress slightly hiked up in her seated position, was exposed and Dan couldn’t stop studying her skin.
As they drove, he found himself inching his hand closer and closer, hoping for an “accidental” touch of her skin. With each bump of the road he’d move closer until eventually he felt her skin against his fingers. His heart was thumping and he worried she may recoil. Then Heidi shifted toward him slightly and his fingers were now resting completely against her thigh.
Without wanting to be too obvious, he subtly stroked her skin with his finger, the softness of it, the coolness - he was breathless at its touch, but noticed a small amount of swaying and jiggling of her legs.
He realised Heidi hadn’t been to the bathroom before they made their early exit from the concert and until that point, she was having to go every few songs.
They were now only a few blocks from their complex and Dan felt disappointed that his time alone with Heidi was about to end.
As the car made the final turns towards their drop off point, Dan became more brazen with his touch, finding excuses to lean in to talk to Heidi while softly moving the palm of his hand across her skin for no other reason than him wanting to remember how she felt.
A wave of jealousy struck him as they turned into their street.
“Why and how did someone like Tom get someone like Heidi,” he thought to himself, and his stomach turned at the idea of her waving him goodbye and returning to her sleeping husband.
Heidi instructed the driver to stop in front of the house before their complex where there was room to pull over and the two thanked him and got out.
There was some awkwardness that hadn’t been present at any other point in their night and Dan was afraid it was caused by his not-so-subtle touching of Heidi’s thigh.
“You ok?” Heidi asked.
“Yeah, the night just feels like it ended abruptly,” he mustered.
“I did, didn’t it,” she replied.
With that she grabbed Dan’s hand and began walking in the opposite direction.
She was almost dragging him along when he asked “where are we going?”
“You’ll see,” she said.
Around the corner from their complex was a large park with equipment, a BBQ area and a huge grassy area under some trees.
She held Dan’s hand tight as she made her way carefully down the grassy hill in her heeled boots until they reached the cover of the trees.
She turned to face Dan and his heart began to race.
The hand which she held, she now lowered and placed back against her thigh. She let it go briefly, before using her hand to push Dan’s against her skin and allowing him to stroke her skin again.
“It’s nice to be touched,” Heidi whispered in a low tone and she stepped closer to Dan. She was shaking a little and he could feel her goosebumps now against his fingers.
He had his palm now freely running up and down the length of the thigh, each time going a little higher with his touch, so much that the hem of her dress would lift with each stroke.
She placed her hand against his again and pulled it higher still up the back of her dress and he caressed her ass and felt the soft cotton of her panties beneath his fingers.
He used that same hand to pull her closer and then she came a little closer still under her own steam.
Heidi wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed Dan softly on his lips. She smelled incredible and Dan kissed her back, softly at first, but then pulling her ass toward him. He pulled her in tight and her crotch pressed into his. His cock was pushing hard against the inside of his jeans and he could feel it now pressed against her.
She giggled as she kissed him, pulled away slightly to inspect his crotch, saw the bulge and gripped it tightly in her hand before kissing him again. With her hand firmly wrapped around his cock, she guided him so that it nestled between her thighs and through his jeans he felt her pussy now against him.
Heidi thrust her pelvis in hard and close and kissed Dan passionately, her tongue now dancing inside his mouth. She grabbed his hands, placed them behind her and he pulled her hard against him.
She started to smile as she did laps of his mouth, then a short giggle. Then he felt it – warmth.
His crotch began to feel warm and wet as Heidi slowly peed against him through her dress, soaking the front of his jeans and then running down the inside of his legs.
He wanted to look so badly, but also didn’t want her to stop. He took one hand off her ass and slid it between her knees and slowly up the inside of her thigh. She instinctively grabbed it, widened her stance, and thrust it against her sopping panties before letting another large flood into them. He rubbed her pussy through them softly as she peed and moaned softly.
Dan finally pulled away to catch a glimpse and Heidi hiked her up her dress in unison to allow him to see.
She wore a pair of plain white cotton panties under her dress that were now transparent with piss. Dan’s quick assessment under the park lights was that Heidi favoured a Brazilian and her sopping white panties acted as a viewing window to her perfect pussy.
Heidi closed her eyes again and let go completely. A torrent of piss poured through her panties, over Dan’s hand and trickled in different directions down the inside of her legs. Dan watched as the trickles ran down into her boots and splashed onto the grass and he began to rub her pussy again and she finished.
Heidi moaned softly as he did, then smiled, dropped her dress back down and pulled Dan in to kiss him again, her wet crotch pressed against his.
“Sorry,” Heidi whispered in Dan’s ear.
“Why on earth would you be sorry?” He enthused.
“I couldn’t help it… you better not be weird with me after this,” she said in a serious tone.
“No way,” replied Dan.
He wanted her badly and was rock hard still.
Heidi noticed and grabbed his cock through his wet jeans and gave it a squeeze.
“You going to be ok with this?” she giggled.
Dan nodded and they began walking back.
Right before they turned into the driveway, still hidden by the complex wall, Heidi stopped and kissed Dan again.
“How are you going to hide all that?” Dan gestured to her wet shoes and clothes.
“Well it’s not too hard when you do all the washing, I’ll just throw it all in the bottom of the machine and sort it out tomorrow,” she said.
Dan nodded again. And they walked into the driveway, Heidi headed for her front door and Dan for his.
Dan went inside and grabbed a whiskey and sat out on his back patio to process what had just happened. His bladder was hurting, jeans were soaked and his cock still throbbing. As he sipped his whiskey, he simply let go in his chair, piss pouring onto the floor beneath him, while he thought of Heidi.
“Bing”
A message appeared on Dan’s phone from Heidi with a picture of her piled up wet clothes.
“Another sign of a good night I guess,” it read.
“One of the best I’ve had,” Dan shot back.
“Sorry to leave you hanging back there, my mind is a bit confused. Thank you for looking at me the way you do though,” she said.
“I have no control over it,” Dan replied.
“I know, I see you in the window,” she said with a winky-faced emoji.
“Damn, sprung,” Dan replied.
“Just don’t get caught,” Heidi said.
“Same goes for you!” Dan wrote.
“See you tomorrow on the driveway for some ‘normal’ afternoon drinks?” She replied.
“Definitely,” said Dan as he deleted the thread and went up to shower.
Read part one here |
I originally wrote this story for the Lads Pissing forum, but now I want to share it here as well. I'm pretty proud of it. 😊
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This is a story about a time, as an adult, that I was really desperate while out with another person. I still think about this situation, from time to time, all these years later.
One of the reasons I think about it so often is that it was a real life experience that seemed to follow all those classic pee fetish tropes you read about in stories. Things like drinking, social anxiety norms that cause delays as well as real life events that cause delays. Even though I was aware of such tropes, and thus the potential situation I could put myself in, I still ended up getting unintentionally desperate. Looking back I can see how easy it is for things like this to happen to any of us.
I also think about it as the girl I was with at the time was attractive and nowadays I like to read stories of desperate men losing it when they are in the control of another woman (or Fate).
I often fantasize about things playing out rather differently, and that is what I’m going to write about today. This is the Hollywood biopic version of my desperation memory. “Based on true events” but more exciting (for me) to think about and read.
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I used to work for a call centre, which is where I met Rebecca. Time has added a fog to her features now, but the thing that I will always remember is that she had a gorgeous smile. Like a “she only sees you, heart skipping a beat” sort of smile. Equal parts disarming, kind, intimate and sexy. I have never since met it’s equal. Naturally I had a crush on her.
For Christmas one year, our company threw a casual holiday party. Rather than dressing up and being assigned seats at some dinner function, this party took place in the upstairs area of a downtown pub/bar. The company had rented the entire upper floor for just us, which was awesome. Well awesome save the horrible bathrooms. You see the upstairs bathrooms were more of an afterthought, as downstairs was where the main toilets were. I think they were once a single use, unisex type washroom that was converted into a multi-use public one. There was one sink, one stall and crammed between the two a urinal. As someone who is pee shy this setup was all but guaranteed to keep your urine hiding away in your bladder.
Earlier in the night I had discovered these waking nightmares and had been lucky enough to get the stall. Even so I had some trouble getting going so when I was finished I vowed not to use them again. I honestly don’t know why I didn’t consider using the downstairs bathroom. Maybe there was a valid reason or maybe I had just mentally sectioned that whole area off as “theirs” while the upstairs was “ours”.
I decided I would just watch how quickly I drank and leave before getting too desperate. I planned to walk home that night so figured I could just time things so I got home okay or if things became too dicey I could always find a safe place to “whip it out”.
I sat with a group of people that included Rebecca and had a good time. As it happened she was getting ready to head out around the same time I thought I should leave and she offered me a ride home (she hadn’t been drinking that night). I hesitated only slightly. It was winter and a ride home could be nice. I was feeling fullish and wondered if it would be any faster to go with her rather than make my own way home, but then Rebecca flashed that smile of hers and I was lost. Of course I graciously accepted and we said our goodbyes.
On the way out, in the lobby area at the base of the stairs, we ran into some other friends from work. We ended up getting caught up in a conversation with them and before long my bladder was rapidly filling up and making itself known. More than once I thought about excusing myself to go back upstairs to pee and each time I thought better of it. In addition to feeling shy about announcing my need, I had worked up that horrid bathroom in my mind so much that I got anxiety just thinking about it. I really didn’t think my pee shyness could be overcome, which in hindsight seems silly given my growing urgent need.
At long last we said our real goodbyes and headed out. I was somewhat cursing myself for accepting a ride by this point. I really had to pee now and if I was making my own way home I could figure something out. Instead we were heading in the opposite direction, towards where Rebecca had parked, and I genuinely didn’t know how long it would take to get home. But I was too polite to rescind on her offer, and besides I wasn’t sure of a non-embarrassing way to do it (“oh hey I’m about to start spurting hot urine into my pants, so I’m just going to make my own way home instead. You understand, right?”). I just couldn’t bring myself to say anything. Then Rebecca said to me, “It’s just this way”, and smiled and with that I followed. I had resigned myself to the Fates. Surely it couldn’t take that long?
I should explain a little about the downtown area of my city. The first is that there are parking lots everywhere and the second is that the streets are a maze of one way roads, which can be confusing to navigate if you’re unfamiliar with them (more on that later).
As we walked on I began to be quite intimate with Regret. I regretted not peeing earlier when I had the chance. I regretted accepting this offer for a ride home. I regretting not leaving earlier. I regretted ordering that last drink. I regretted wearing light blue jeans with a coat that only fell to the waist. I regretted having to look for a new job after I inevitably burst and would soon be standing in a growing puddle of my own shame (as Rebecca looked on and laughed). What was I going to do? Or more accurately what could I do? Nothing really, so I just continued on and tried to push any doubts out of my mind, while at the same time preventing my bladder from pushing it’s contents out into my underwear.
I looked around to see if there was a place I could quietly nip off to for some relief, but there was no way to do so without Rebecca noticing. I was way to embarrassed to let on that I couldn’t last 10 more minutes until (I hoped) I was home. I couldn’t bring myself to even hint that I might be in danger of losing control. I practically blushed thinking of the steam that would rise off every inch of my piss soaked jeans, if that happened right there.
Almost as if reading my thoughts Rebecca said, “I think it’s this way. I got myself turned around and lead you to the wrong parking lot. Come quickly and follow close, I bet you’re dying to get home”. Did she just wink at me or did I imagine it?
Turns out the correct parking lot was almost two (city) blocks away. By the time we arrived at her car “urgent” was tittering towards “frantic”. I gave myself a quick squeeze for good luck, as she fished her keys out of her purse. I honestly was beginning to doubt whether I could make it home in time. I thought about letting out a little pressure, before getting into her car, but there is no way I could keep that a secret. Besides, given how badly I need to go, I wasn’t confident “little” wouldn’t just turn into “entire contents of my bladder, snaking hotly down my legs and hissing loudly through my jeans”.
She took off her coat, and threw it in the back seat before getting in. “Okay so where do you live again?”. I told her the general area and said I could guide her once there. “Hmmmmmm I think I know the best way to get over there? That’s across the river right?”. She was right. My neighbourhood was across the river, which is easy to get to when walking. By car you have to account for one of two bridges that would let you get over there. In addition to all the different one way roads. I realized now I had made an error when I accepted her ride, naively believing this would be faster. I didn’t drive so I had forgotten that by car it was not nearly as straightforward as by foot. It was at this point that my confidence to hold out began to evaporate, replaced by vivid images of sitting in a puddle of my own making. I was worried now and unsure I would actually make it home without at least some wet spots.
“We’ll be there in no time, you just hold out”, she said smiling and placing a hand on my leg. Wait, were her nipples showing through her shirt? Was that because of the cold? No, my mind must be playing tricks, as I was finding it hard to focus on anything other than my growing need.
There were two ways to exit this parking lot, depending on the direction you ultimately wanted to go. I assumed she was going to take the road leading in the general direction of my place but instead she drove by it and left using the other exit. I can’t be sure I didn’t moan audibly when I realized what happened. “Oh wait, this is a one way”, she said, “I always get so confused downtown. I guess we’re taking the scenic route”. Oh my god, I thought, this can’t be happening. This is how the world ends, not with a bang but with my own whimper as a torrent of warm pee erupts from my crotch, glistening in the light of the passing street lamps.
I was trying to play it cool but I was struggling to pay attention to the conversation (and struggling not to leak at any moment). I couldn’t sit still and kept shifting around while I’m sure my breath was ragged. “So when are you going to admit you are desperate for the bathroom?”, Rebecca suddenly asked, looking over and flashing that damn smile of hers. I was too stunned to answer right away. “I’ve known you’ve needed to go since before we left the party. You’re so shy about it, but you couldn’t hide it from me. I bet you were hoping to find a spot to sneak off for some relief, huh? I guess you’d like if we pulled over now, wouldn’t you?”. We were stopped at a red light and she was looking me straight in the eyes, smiling that smile that could melt the ice caps. I felt equal parts comforted, turned on and mortified.
“Yes please” I managed to squeak back. “That’s too bad”, she replied, “because I’m not stopping for you”. Her smile never faltered. “Not until I’ve driven you home that is”. I swear her eyes were twinkling when she said that. My heart sank and my body almost gave up right then and there. I groaned as I thought I felt a leak. Or was it just my pen1s muscles fluttering as fatigue began to set in?
Just as the light changed to green, she leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Maybe you should hold yourself until we get there, so that you don’t disgrace yourself by having an accident in my car”.
Quick as lightning my hands shot to my crotch to hold my member tightly. Then we were off again, still driving in the opposite direction. “Good boy” I thought I heard her quietly say, as my cheeks flushed hot with embarrassment. When we passed a lamp post I was certain that her nipples were still hard.
Rebecca kept watching me as I squirmed and moaned under my breath. Now that the cat was out of the bag I wasn’t being subtle at all. I was on the verge of releasing several pints of hot beer piss into my jeans. There was no way I could make it home dry. I didn’t think I could make it to the end of the block. I was certain I would begin to leak any second now. I don’t think I had ever been so desperate in public before and certainly not with a woman sitting next to me.
But I couldn’t pee my pants in front of Rebecca. I just couldn’t! She was so beautiful and we worked together and I would have to move to another country if I did. I had to hold on. I had to try. I leaned forward and kneaded my c0ck like I was making bread. “Just a little longer, just a little longer”. It became my mantra.
“Boxers or briefs?”, I heard Rebecca ask. “Huh?”, I replied, thrown off by the change of subject. “It’s a simple question silly, do you wear boxers or briefs? If you’re going to start dripping (as it looks like you’re really struggling there honey), I’m curious what’s going to wet first; boxers or briefs?”.
“Ummmm boxer briefs actually”, I responded, groaning as I did so. She didn’t say anything and only nodded and smiled. After a few moments she asked “What colour?”. “Huh? Oh I don’t remember”, I answered, “light blue I think. Yeah my light blue ones”.
She nodded and smiled again. “Light blue underwear, light blue jeans. Your outfit is conspiring against you sweetie. If you can’t control yourself, I think the space station would be able see your humiliation running down those legs”. I couldn’t believe what she was saying and how she was speaking to me. She was being so casual and blunt. I could feel myself blushing hard, something else I’m sure the space station could see.
Rebecca noticed (what didn’t she notice that night?) and gave my leg a gentle pat. “Awwww don’t you worry yourself, we’re heading in the right direction now at least. Before long you’ll be waddling up to your toilet with only a little wet spot between your fingers to account for this delay”. She said that with a playful laugh as if she was exaggerating for humorous effect while at the same time pointing out a very real possibility. This woman knew just how frantic things were and was having fun with it. I was minutes from pissing myself and she was talking to me like I was her pet. Maybe I was her pet at this point?
I felt a little hope knowing we were driving the right way now, but that hope began to fade as we kept hitting red lights. How was this possible, why were they staying red for so long. There is next to no traffic. I’m going to wet myself, hurry and change. I particularly strong wave hit me and I bent over and whined. “Rebecca we need to stop, I can’t hold it much longer. I think I’m going to leak, please help me. We need to stop someplace, a shop, a restaurant, an alley, I don’t care. I have to go so badly I really do think I will wet myself”.
Rebecca looked over at me, slowly taking in my whimpering, shaking form, before she replied. “There are no shops that will be open along this route. No restaurant is going to let you use the bathroom without staying in to eat. And I am not letting you relieve yourself in some alley, you might get caught and get a ticket. Besides we would have to find parking again. You are just going to have to hold it a little longer. Now sit up straight, you’re going to bang your head on the dash if I have to stop suddenly”.
The way she spoke had no malice or aggression to it, but there was this element of authority. She was sweet and kind but also in charge of the situation and I did what I was told. I straighten up and immediately felt the pressure change. “I don’t think I can last until I’m home”, I moaned and pressed my hands deeper into my groin, “please hurry”.
As if on that cue, I felt my pen1s twitch and a sizzling squirt of pee, shot out of me. I felt warmth on my hand and the trickles of urine dancing around my crotch, seeping their way down around my balls. “Rebecca!” I cried out.
I took my hands away and we both stared at my jeans. Even in the dark of the evening you could still see the damage. The wet spot was about the size of my palm and very obvious against the light blue of my jeans. As I looked down at my shame in horror, I felt another twitch and a second shot of piss shined in lamp light and grew the spot a little larger. I quickly returned my hands and bent over again.
“I’m leaking. I won’t be able to make it home. I’m going to pee my pants!”. My cheeks burned and I willed myself to wake up from this nightmare.
“Not in my car you won’t. Hold on, we’re at the bridge now. We’re almost there”, Rebecca reassured me.
But I didn’t have “almost”, as I was beyond frantic by now. I was moaning and squirming and pleading to no one in particular. My mind kept replaying the leaks over and over, adding to it the inevitable accident that felt seconds away. In my mind’s eye I could see my wet spot rapidly growing as my balls swam in a waterfall of my own making, pouring off the seat loudly and filling the car with that familiar urine scent.
As we finished crossing the bridge I felt I was coming to the end of my tether. I groaned as another little leak found its way into my boxer briefs. “I’m going to pee, I’m going to pee, I’m going to pee in my pants” I wailed. My embarrassment was almost as overwhelming as my bladder.
Rebecca pulled the car over, but we weren’t at my condo yet. “Pull yourself together” she said. “I can’t hold it, hurry keep driving. You’re going to make me piss myself” I pleaded back.
“No” she replied firmly. The locks on the car doors clicked open. “Out” she said, “I’ll not have you wet the seat any more than you may have done already. Get out until you can get yourself back under control”.
I opened the door and stood facing her, hunched over, with my one hand holding on for dear life. “Please Rebecca” was all I managed to get out before it was too late. I lost the battle and began using the toilet in my jeans.
By the light of the open car door Rebecca could see it all. Scorching hot pee flooded out of me. It hissed loudly between my fingers as it ran down my legs. I removed my hand and gave myself over to the relief, sighing as I did so. It was almost as intense as the urine rushing out of my c0ck was. The wet spot quickly grew and glistened then steamed, in the cold night air. It rapidly expanded down my inner thighs and ran over my shoes. I could see my puddle growing bigger as it melted the snow around me. A few passerby’s gasped or giggled as they watched a grown man helplessly embarrassing himself on the sidewalk.
After what felt like eternality I was done. I heard a moan but I don’t know if it was mine or Rebecca’s. “I had an accident” I said to her, hanging my head in shame. “You certainly did”, she smiled back. I made to get back in the car but she stopped me. “I’m afraid I can’t let you back in looking like that” she gestured at my pants. I was dumbfounded. “What?”
“Sorry sweetie, but you already left a little damp spot on the seat. This can be easily taken care of but not what you’ll leave if you sit down again”. She pointed to the damage my leaks had caused, I guess they were larger than I thought. “But don’t you worry, I said I would escort you home and I will. You get walking and I’ll follow behind in the car and make sure you are ok”.
I felt my face flush again as I looked around the street. I just wanted to shrink into the earth and hide but now I was being forced to walk out in the open, with extremely obvious peed in jeans. I looked back at Rebecca but knew her mind couldn’t be changed. I turned began making my humiliating walk home.
True to her word Rebecca followed slowly behind. I was so ashamed thinking about what I had done in front of her as well as knowing she could see people noticing my pissed in pants and commenting to each other. I turned around once to check on her and I was sure she was holding her breast with one hand. I blushed and didn’t look at her again.
At last I was home and Rebecca pulled over and got out. She silently looked me up and down for a few long moments. “Look at you, you really are a mess aren’t you? You weren’t lying about having to go”, she grinned. I wanted to die. How had I let this happen? Or was it that I let her happen to me?
After really taking in the scene, she came over and gave me a quick hug and whispered into my ear, “You better go shower before you catch a cold”, and then kissed me on the cheek. With a final smile and wave, she drove away, leaving me standing there soaking wet…
and yearning. |
The following fics are part of the, uh…Impure Thoughts Extended Universe?
Previous Two Installments
These installments won’t carry the same content warning for weird Catholic BDSM elements as the first two, so I made a separate topic and added a little Clumsy Exposition(TM)
The only content that could trouble an omo-happy reader here would be those awkward moments that come with a 1960s period piece, like characters saying “negro” and smoking indoors.
I took my time writing due to my interest in developing Chester’s character (he’s much bolder and brasher than Joe, but in some ways just as naive) and my desire to do at least a little justice to New York City in the sixties.
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CHAPTER 3: THE PERENNIAL NEW YORK PROBLEM
Chester and Joe arrive in New York. They get a little lost, and soon Joe is in dire need of safe, clean public facilities that simply do not exist.
Construction on the World Trade Center would not begin until 1966, so it is not in the background of this shot of Midtown
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“Welcome to New York
Everybody here was someone else before”
- Taylor Swift
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If you’d been at the Port Authority bus terminal that morning in 1962, you might have seen two young men carrying suitcases: one a lanky, freckled redhead with a foxlike femininity in the face, and the other a broad-shouldered, square-jawed hunk with a determined stride, a fine representation of a 1950s male beauty ideal that would soon be out of style. The redhead wore a grid check dress shirt, a bow tie, and khakis, while the hunk wore green slacks and a short-sleeved madras shirt more appropriate for the warm weather.
And if you’d asked their names, as none of the hundreds of people in the bustling station did, you would have learned that the pretty redhead was called Joe and the hunk was called Chester. Their smart haircuts and quality suitcases made them look like upstanding citizens on their way to visit a wealthy auntie, but in fact they were runways. They had spent the night in a Buffalo bus station after escaping from the clutches of a perverted priest at a Catholic college upstate.
Joe could scarcely conceal his adoration as he looked at Chester, who was his rescuer, his hero, and the object of his burning infatuation going on two years. Chester was less sure what Joe meant to him; he had delivered his roommate from immediate peril, but upon arrival in New York he had to consider the question, “now what?” In his fantasies he’d always been like a character in a Kerouac novel setting off for the big city alone, but now that he had actually gone through with it he had an innocent in tow, a person who was more than an acquaintance but less than a friend (or a lover), and he didn’t know what his responsibilities to him were.
“Bam! Right over the bridge and we’re in Manhattan! What do you think?” Chester asked.
“This is the biggest bus station I’ve ever seen,” said Joe, awestruck.
“It’s the ugliest bus station I’ve ever seen,” Chester laughed as an angry-looking man side-checked him.
“Golly…”
“Let’s get out here and see the city.”
“Excuse me, I should…um….use the men’s room first,” Joe said, spotting the sign in a shadowy far corner. He’d had a cup of sludgy coffee and a lot of water from the fountain in Buffalo, and he was feeling a twinge.
The men’s room was absolutely filthy. The smell made him sick. He could hear noises in the stall furthest from the door: half-stifled moans - male - and obscene sucking sounds that echoed slightly off the tiles. An avuncular bald man wearing a suit and a wedding ring was standing with his ear pressed against the stall door. Another fellow, muscular, about thirty, was leaning against the wall opposite the urinals in tight jeans and a white T-shirt, smoking. Both of them turned to look at Joe with undisguised lust.
Joe panicked. He turned and fled, shocked, scandalized, and shaken to the depths of his soul.
He walked out to rejoin Chester, trying to look relieved. The last thing he wanted to do was describe what he had just seen.
“Now we need to walk abreast like so and carry our suitcases on the inside so they don’t get snatched. New York is full of criminals,” said Chester. Joe looked at him in alarm.
“I mean suitcase-snatching criminals, not shoot-em-up criminals, scaredy-cat.”
“I’m not scared, I just - “
“It’s okay, it’s okay. I didn’t mean it that way. This is going to be great. No more classes, no more homework, no more curfew, no more banned books and music, no more priests trying to kidnap people...”
“Golly.”
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The sights, sounds, and smells of the city overwhelmed them as soon as they stepped into the street.
Within a few blocks, Times Square opened up, with its vast billboards for Coca-Cola and Canadian Club whiskey.
They bought some lemonade from a vendor and set off to the northeast, the direction the map Chester bought at the Port Authority seemed to indicate. They walked through a forest of skyscrapers and Joe nearly tripped over a curb because he couldn’t stop looking up at them, wondering what it was like to live or work so close to the heavens. They passed Radio City Music Hall and Rockefeller Center, places they had only heard of, and then bumped into Central Park.
“Look, they have carriage rides through the park!” Joe said, “maybe we could come back here tomorrow!” The awfulness of the day before was fading away into the racket of the crowds and traffic; he was getting into the spirit of the occasion.
They walked up Fifth Avenue, gawking at the decorated storefronts and the women dolled up like Jackie Kennedy in Chanel suits. They went into one of the stores just to see what it was like, and discovered an upscale display room filled with expensively simple home furnishings in the sleek, space-age style they had hitherto only seen in magazines. Joe was enchanted, while Chester privately mused that J.D. Salinger had warned him about these rich phonies. Joe attempted to greet the old men feeding pigeons around the edge of Central Park, who looked at him like he was an alien.
It was early afternoon and getting hot. Their suitcases felt heavy in their hands; Joe had loosened his bow tie. They cleared the Park and noticed that their surroundings were getting shabbier, which Chester took as an indication that they were getting close to Greenwich Village. They walked past a group of black children playing in a fire hydrant someone had opened for them. The sight and sound of the water pouring into the street made Joe’s bladder wince, but it didn’t show on his face.
“I’ve never seen so many colored children in one place,” Joe remarked.
“Shh! In New York, you have to be hip. The modern term is ‘negroes,’” Chester corrected. He’d been reading about the battles over segregation down South in his contraband political pamphlets, and knew all the modern terms.
“I’ve never seen so many negro children in one place.”
“Better. You’re getting the hang of it.”
They encountered a block full of old men in black coats with beards and curled sidelocks.
“They’re Jews,” Chester said knowingly.
“Golly!” Joe exclaimed. His immigrant grandfather, who had lived in New York in his youth before moving upstate, once told him there were all kinds of people there, including Jews, but seeing them with one’s own eyes was something else.
They went to a greasy spoon called Larry’s Diner for cheap hamburgers and French fries. The food tasted like manna from heaven after a night and morning on the run. Chester took the opportunity to covertly pool and count out their meager cash savings, which would last them four to nine days depending on the frugality of their accommodations. They would have to get jobs fast to afford an apartment, much less two apartments.
Joe drank three fountain sodas. He was thirsty from walking for blocks and blocks in the heat.
Chester unfolded the map and furrowed his brow at it. He intercepted a man walking past their booth: “Excuse me, sir, we’re looking for Greenwich Village. Can you point us in the right direction?”
“Greenwich Village!” the man said, “That’s all the way Downtown. You gotta go down to 14th Street. Maybe 13th Street.”
Chester glanced out the window. They were on West 122nd Street.
“Well, looks like we got a little lost,” he said.
Joe put a hand to his belt buckle and glanced around. The soda was running through him with distressing speed.
“Chester, do you think you can ask that man if there’s, um, a men’s room here?” he asked, looking down at his plate.
Chester went to the counter and called to the cook: “excuse me, sir, does this restaurant have a men’s room?”
“No,” the cook said definitively, then turned back to the grill.
“Do you need to find a bathroom?” Chester asked Joe in a low voice.
“Yes. I haven’t had the, um, opportunity since we were in Buffalo,” It was embarrassing to admit, after the events of the day before. The last thing he wanted to talk about was peeing. The memory of the wet spots on Chester’s sweater vest in the church basement resurfaced like a nightmare.
“I thought you went at the Port Authority.”
“I couldn’t go at the Port Authority,” he whispered, “there were people having relations in there. Men. It wasn’t decent.”
“I thought you liked that sort of thing.”
Joe froze and blushed scarlet to the tips of his ears, as only red-haired people can blush.
“Sorry,” Chester said with genuine contrition. He kicked himself; he should have known that Joe was not ready to be teased about this topic, especially by a fellow he’d had it bad for for two whole years.
“It’s not important. I can hold it,” Joe announced, suddenly unhappy and fearful. He’d run away from the Church, his scholarship, his family, everything he had known, and he didn’t know exactly why, or whether the person he was with actually wanted to help him.
Golly, I’m such a stupid little Poindexter fairy, he thought, crossing his ankles and squeezing his thighs together under the table. He really did need to go.
“Time for a bit of course correction. 14th Street. I should have been paying more attention to the grid,” said Chester, frowning.
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The sun was dropping in the sky, reflecting off of the windows of the tall, tall buildings. They set out across Midtown and down its length again, this time in the right direction down Second Avenue.
Chester poked his head into several storefronts. There were no public bathrooms anywhere. He’d heard New Yorkers were a tough breed, but he’s never thought about it from this angle. No wonder the cab drivers were so cranky and perpetually blowing their horns. They were able to stop a middle-aged woman in a green suit with fake pearl buttons, but when they asked her where they could find a public bathroom, she leaned her head back, let out a loud “ha!” and kept walking.
They checked the map. Joe shifted from foot to foot. They were now south of the Empire State Building again, and getting closer to the Village, in a roundabout way.
They walked and walked. If Chester had to be honest, he also wanted a piss at this point, but he obviously couldn’t match Joe’s discomfort. Joe was in front of Chester, walking as fast as a real New Yorker, his pelvis held perfectly upright and the muscles of his small, high buttocks pulled taut.
"Why am I staring at his ass?" Chester asked himself.
It was too hot and the city smelled like garbage.
They passed more and more abandoned or near-abandoned buildings on their journey down Second Avenue. A vagrant ambled past, swigging from a bottle of gin. A young woman, dressed scandalously, had fallen asleep on the curb. An enormous rat stared at them insolently from beneath a car. They clutched their suitcases tight. The anxiety about criminals made Joe need to pee that much more.
Chester spotted a crumbling building with a deep, recessed portico. Checking to see if the coast was clear, he yanked Joe inside.
“Put down your suitcase. We can have a nice piss here,” he said. Judging by the smell, they were not the first people to have this idea.
Joe gave him a worried look. There were fewer people on the street than in the other places they’d been, but not no one. There were cars and cabs driving past.
“It’s okay, see?” Chester said, turning his back, unzipping, and pissing confidently into the corner. The pattering sound made Joe’s bladder contract and he was suddenly dying for relief, as he had been during Father MacLeary’s terrible purgation. This wasn’t decent, but it didn’t matter; it was an emergency.
Chester zipped up. “Now you go. I won’t look. I’ll keep watch.”
Joe turned into the corner himself, hopping up and down a bit as he fumbled with his belt. Hurry, hurry. He was starting to panic. If he didn’t get himself in hand fast enough, he might start piddling in his underwear. Oh, oh, oh. I must, I must. He took out his pecker and aimed at the corner of the portico where Chester had just peed…
…and he couldn’t go. Something had seized up. He stood straining, but nothing came. He felt the leaden heaviness of all the liquid that had accumulated since Buffalo pound against some iron wall he had inside him.
“I can’t go,” he whimpered.
“Why not?”
“I just can’t. Not here.”
“Seems like you really need it, though.”
He jiggled his knees. “It’s - it’s an emergency, but I can’t go. Not in public.”
Chester sensed that saying “you had no problem peeing in front of me yesterday” would make things worse. Maybe that was the problem, after all - the poor guy was still mortally embarrassed and couldn’t relax. Now he felt awful for having emptied his own bladder so casually right in front of him. And for getting them lost.
Joe stood for two miserable minutes trying to pee and couldn’t pass a drop. When he buttoned his pants, he groaned with the renewed pressure on his bladder, which felt to him like it was stretched to watermelon proportions. He would just have to hold it longer. He had an awful flashback to Father MacLeary’s claim that the ache of a full bladder is meant to educate rebellious humans about Purgatory. You must hold your water until we have concluded. He shivered in the warm, still air.
They went back to the street and Chester observed him visibly cringe as they set off, the kind of misstep and shifty movement that, however momentary, indicated that the situation was serious.
“I’m sure that when we get to Greenwich Village, you’ll be allowed to use any bathroom you want. You’re a poet, after all.”
“Oh, I sure hope so!”
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They started walking westward on East 4th Street, toward what appeared to be beatnik civilization. Long-haired young men in jeans and their beanpole girlfriends were milling around newsstands, appearing to have nothing better to do. Chester felt out of place with his crew cut, and had no way to explain to these hip strangers that it had been one of only three haircuts allowed on the Saint Sebastian campus. One of the fellows, shirtless and hairy as a muskrat, hung out of a window smoking a hand-rolled cigarette. He blew smoke with a strong, unfamiliar odor right at the boys.
“Sir, do you know where we might find a restroom?” Joe asked, and for the second time they were simply laughed at.
After a few more blocks, Joe stopped in front of an automat to bend over at the waist and press his slender thighs together. He felt tremendous pressure at the base of his pecker and needed to squeeze himself, needed it desperately, but knew it wasn’t decent. He crossed his legs like a girl and touched his lower abdomen gingerly. Oh, how his poor, tired, overfull bladder hurt! Here he was again, for the second time in as many days, on the verge of wetting himself in front of Chester, who was so strong and handsome and generous!
“Aw Jeez,” Chester said, and placed a comforting hand on his arm, looking around to see if anyone was watching and judging. Chester could feel him shaking.
“I have to go really, really bad, Chester. Why doesn’t this city have normal bathrooms?”
Chester pondered. A hotel. They needed a hotel room for the night anyway; hunting for apartments and jobs was an overwhelming task and could start tomorrow. Based on Chester’s finances, it would have to be a fleabag hotel, but Joe could have a pee and they could both get some sleep.
“Here, I’ll take your suitcase,” Chester said, “I’ll get a hotel room real quick and you can pee there.”
“Please, can you…hurry?” Joe said, straightening up with a pained expression.
The first hotel they came to was hideous, somehow in business despite having two conspicuous broken windows, and even this was out of their very short financial reach due to charging only hourly rates.
Joe could hardly stand still at the counter of that horrible place. He was sweating more than the heat called for. His hair was disheveled and his cheeks were red from a sunburn that would hurt in the morning. Of course their restrooms were for customers only.
And just like that, they were back on the march. Joe may have been a poet, but he knew no words in English to describe how badly he needed to pee. He had to try again, he had to. There were no alleys or cul-de-sacs that he could see, and he knew he could never tolerate the guilt and ignominy of sullying a phone booth, so when they came to another abandoned storefront, he ducked into the doorway. The doorway was shallower than the portico had been, and there were more people around, but all Joe could think about was how it hurt to hold it in after walking for miles and miles. The pressure was blinding. He was about to wet his pants in the middle of a strange city. I have to, I have to. He unbuckled and unzipped again, with Chester rushing to stand guard.
“Stop, Joe! There’s a cop!”
Joe did up his pants again in a flash. If there was one thing that terrified him, it was Authority. And sure enough, a bearish middle-aged New York City cop, the first cop they’d seen in awhile, was walking right by them.
“Hey!” the cop hailed, “you boys. Were you pissing in that doorway?”
Joe and Chester glanced at each other. What if they were wanted men upstate? What if they were already on posters? Were they going to go to prison?
“The law has a pretty damned clear perspective when it comes to pissing in doorways,” the cop muttered, wiping his nose, looking behind them to see if there was a puddle in the doorway, which there wasn’t.
The cop looked Joe in the eyes, scrutinizing him. Joe almost flooded his pants in his own defense. He would have been in danger of wetting himself from fear even if he hadn’t already been at the limits of his endurance. It was all he could do to clench his muscles as hard as humanly possible to hold it in against the squeezing downward pressure of terror.
“Alright then,” the cop said with a tone of minor disappointment, “you seem like some nice law-abiding young men. Have a good afternoon.”
They watched him walk away. When he turned the corner, Joe doubled over again, teeth clenched, legs together, hands on his knees, whimpering as he battled for enough control to keep walking.
He felt dizzy and disoriented. He pictured his bladder as a lead balloon expanding inside him, massive and heavy and hot and pushing hard against his belt. Oh, Mother Mary, help me.
On the next block, they spotted another hotel. The Mitchell Hotel, according to its theater-style marquee, which had seen better days. Joe started jogging toward it, and Chester took off after him.
They opened the heavy Victorian front door. Behind the front desk, a tremendously fat, sweaty man in a wifebeater sat on a small metal stool, reading a newspaper and smoking. His bald head looked like a big red egg. A blackboard proclaimed that rooms were available for the night, and well within their budget.
“Hello, sir. We’d like to rent a hotel room and we thought this establishment looked so lovely - “ Chester began.
“Ayse, youse wants hourly rates or to stay the night?” harrumphed the man, without looking up.
“We’d like to stay the night, sir.”
“What are ya, queers?”
“No, brothers,” Chester said, “Don and Pat Frasier. We’re traveling on business. We work in advertising - “
“Aye, misters Frasier. We gots a room for the night, if two brothers’ll be willing to share a bed,” he said, winking, as he stubbed out his cigarette in a huge metal ashtray.
Chester glanced at Joe, who was gazing toward some unmarked distant horizon and shaking his right leg rapidly.
“Yes, that’s fine with us. When we were little we - “
“Aye, I don’t need youse whole life story. Gimme the cash, write youse names in the guestbook and get lost. Room 18 is up on the third floor. Don’t be making any messes my old lady has to clean up, alright?” He threw his weight off the stool gruntingly and went to grab a key from the rack
“Edna! Just gave room 18 to some queers!” they heard the man yell as they got on the ancient elevator.
The elevator creaked alarmingly as it rose. Joe leaned back against the metal grate with his legs crossed and his eyes closed, breathing hard. He folded his arms tight over his chest so he would not grab himself in front of Chester. A horrendous sloshing shudder went through his bladder as the elevator bounced sullenly to a halt. He bent his knees and keened in his agony - “nnnmmmnnnhhhh!” - as gravity itself cruelly compressed him internally when he was so close to getting relief. When the elevator opened, he ran out into the gloomy hallway, looking for room 18.
“Here it is! Here it is! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh, please hurry up.”
Joe bounced on his heels and Chester scurried to his side. Chester inserted the key into the latch of room 18 - or at least he tried to, but it wouldn’t go in.
“Please hurry,” Joe groaned as he fumbled.
Chester withdrew the key and looked at the fob.
“This key says it’s for room 17.”
Chester went across the hall and knocked on the dark oak door of Room 17.
“Who there?! Not cleaning time! I pay! Go away!” a woman with an unplaceable accent yelled from inside.
“Goddamnit, they gave me the wrong key,” said Chester.
“Nnnnnnmmmmmmhhhh!”
It did not even occur to Joe to be bothered by Chester’s blasphemy.
“Shhh, it’s okay, just wait here. You can hold it another minute,” Chester said.
“Please hurry!”
Chester jogged back down the hallway, glancing back with a hopeful smile as he waited for the elevator to creep back up from the ground floor. So kind. He hadn’t meant anything by the off-color comment at Larry’s, surely not.
Please hurry, Chester. Please, please, please.
The ancient damask wallpaper in the hallway was water-stained and peeling. The dim light fixture on the ceiling was big and yellow and round enough that Joe couldn’t stand to look at it. Knowing that there must be a toilet or an old-fashioned chamber pot or even a random decorative receptacle in the locked room was maddening. He marched in place in front of the door, grabbing himself hard in Chester’s absence. The feeling of his urethra being squashed down helped, it numbed the pins-and-needles torment of his pecker tingling with the need to pee from root to tip, it let him hold it just a little bit longer. Please, please, please come back, Chester. I can’t wait, I’m going to wet myself again, hurry, hurry, hurry.
After several eternities, the elevator creaked open and Chester ran down the hallway holding the correct key aloft like the Olympic Torch. Joe gasped. His heart leapt. He doubled over as his bladder spasmed violently, a wave of anguish crashing into him.
“Ohhhhh, hurry!” he cried.
Chester put the key into the lock. Joe was standing beside him with his thighs pressed together, one hand on the grimy wall and the other rubbing against his lower belly, teeth bared from the strain of clenching muscles that were fluttering with exhaustion.
“Ohhh, please hurry, Chester. Please, please hurry,” His buckled knees were shaking.
“Just a few more seconds, Joe.”
“Oh Mother Mary help me, oh no - nnnnnnnnhhhhhhhgghhmmm!”
He was wetting his pants.
It was like a geyser: abrupt and unstoppable. He was pissing at full force, so hard that it made a swishing noise as it gushed out of him and ran down his trouser legs in a hot torrent. It went on for almost a minute. He didn’t have the strength to fight it; all he could do was look down and watch in horror as it happened. A huge puddle formed on the threadbare carpet.
“Ohhhhhh, oh golly, oh no, I wet my pants,” he moaned pitifully. He turned the toes of his wet shoes inward and covered his face with his hands. He was fully prepared to die in that moment, even if he was certain he was going to Hell.
“Jesus,” said Chester.
“This keeps happening,” he lamented, touching his soaked left thigh with the tips of his fingers, “I’m so sorry.”
Chester got the door unlocked and ushered Joe inside with a friendly hand on the back. The liquid in Joe’s shoes made a squelching noise.
“It’s not your fault. The towering behemoth down there gave me the wrong key. When you’ve got to go, you’ve got to go. Judging from the um, odor and the stains on the carpet out there, you’re not the first.”
He smiled reassuringly, looking into Joe’s teary eyes as he pulled the suitcases inside and locked the door. He liked the way Joe’s wet khakis clung to his lithe boyish body, although he couldn’t explain why or imagine admitting it.
The room was as bad as Chester had anticipated. Most of it was taken up with a full-sized bed, which looked sunken in the middle. There was no telephone. The ashtrays on the nightstands hadn’t been emptied after the last guests, and there were cigarette burns on the bedspread. A number of insects had met their demise in the twin light fixtures on the wall. But there was, miraculously, a private bathroom where Joe could clean himself up and try to wash his clothes in the sink with some old soap flakes. Chester could hear him crying over the sound of the sink running. Poor Joe.
Joe was primarily concerned about the puddle outside: “there aren’t any towels in here we can use to clean it up! The man downstairs said we shouldn’t make a mess,” he sobbed from behind the bathroom door.
“The man downstairs is a piece of work,” Chester retorted as he opened Joe’s suitcase to retrieve some dry clothes for him. He realized that he hadn’t packed Joe’s pajamas. Goddamnit. He had to show up at the door with only white briefs and an undershirt.
“Here you go, buddy. Please…don’t cry. You having an accident, it’s…nothing I haven’t seen before.”
Joe looked at what Chester had handed him. “What about pants?”
“You’re thinking about being presentable for dinner? I’ve never been so exhausted in my life. We should get some sleep.”
“We…?”
“It’s not a problem. We can sleep back-to-back like people in the old days.”
It wasn’t until they were both dressed for bed that they realized just how fatigued they were. They had been on the move for over 24 straight hours. Their feet and backs hurt from walking all day, and their eyelids drooped of their own accord.
Chester, who had remembered his own pajama pants at least, climbed into bed on the far side. The sheets felt grainy and the smell of the pillow left something to be desired. He turned to the wall for Joe’s modesty as he felt his lean body settle beside him. Here I am in New York City, sharing a bed with a homosexual with bladder problems who’s sweet on me, Chester thought. He didn’t have the energy to fret over the implications. They both fell into a dreamless sleep as the sun set over Greenwich Village, delaying until the next day the proper beginnings of their lives.
TO BE CONTINUED
Edited October 8, 2021 by notthewees
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"A very, very long time" Crossposted from AO3 ♡ https://archiveofourown.org/works/34132588
After centuries without one, Ei has forgotten some basic principles of having a body...
....Or, Ei gets really desperate while out with Lumine and wets herself (and she likes it)
I had to write a fic about Ei because I love her she's so interesting
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"Ek-!"
A sudden sharp shiver coursed through her body causing Ei to let out an involuntary little noise.
"Ei?" Lumine turned around to face her. "What was that, a hiccup?" She hid her smile behind her hand, not wanting to offend the woman. She just couldn't help but find that unexpected little noise cute.
Ei shook her head--the head of the Shogun body that she was possessing once again today to take another walk with her new companion. "No, no. The Shogun does not hiccup, you know." She said it proudly.
"Really?" Paimon raised an eyebrow. "Are hiccups an enemy of eternity too?"
"Yes, actually."
Lumine chuckled. "Come on." She held out her hand.
Ei hesitated for a moment before taking the traveler's hand in her own. "Where are we going today?"
Paimon twirled excitedly. "We thought you might enjoy this restaurant we found! It's soooo good! Ah, Paimon's been looking forward to eating there again~"
They walked hand in hand as Lumine led her down to a village just outside the city. There was a small food cart with a table for two that had rather creative cuisine. Of particular interest to Ei was of course a sweet and salty lychee juice. As the three of them enjoyed a light lunch and casual conversation about each other and change in Inazuma, Ei drank a considerable amount of the sweet stuff.
Ei shuffled in her seat. The strange shiver she had dismissed earlier had returned, and this time a dull tightness in her abdomen and a tingling sensation followed it. Very peculiar... Was the Shogun actually malfunctioning? She made a mental note to check into it later.
She looked up to see Lumine looking at her oddly. "You okay? You look a bit uncomfortable." Ei's face was a soft pink, pretty but unusual for her thus far, and her entire body seemed rigid compared to earlier.
"D-do I?" Ei made an effort to relax the tense muscles in her face. "Pardon me. It's nothing." Nothing for her companion to worry about. A minor issue really, that's all.
"Maybe it's time for a change of scenery?" Paimon suggested.
Lumine nodded.
"Oh? Okay, where to now?"
"There's an art exhibition on Amakane island right now! Lots of locals have put up displays." Paimon said.
"I thought you might find it interesting." Lumine said. Her soft smile made Ei smile in return.
"That does sound interesting." She was a bit curious to see how mortal artistic expression had developed. She hadn't paid attention to such things in a very, very long time.
The trek from the border of the city to Amakane was not very long, but for some reason Ei found it to be a bit of struggle. The dull ache in her belly tightened and pulsed with each step, sending waves of tingles flowing through her body. It almost hurt... only a little. Moreso than pain, the strong pulsing in her body felt...
... rather good?
She took in a sharp breath as a particularly strong wave coursed through her. She stopped in her tracks and discreetly pressed her thighs together. It seemed to ease the pressure for a moment. She let out a quiet little gasp and tugged at the edge of her skirt... and then let out a small sigh of relief as the feeling suddenly subsided just a tad.
Thank goodness. How undignified it felt to behave this way, she hoped her guests hadn't noticed anything.
Luckily for her, by the time Lumine and Paimon turned to face her, Ei had managed to stand upright again. She offered a smile but she knew it looked a bit weak. She was still feeling a bit clammy. Little aftershocks pricked her skin and she shivered just a bit.
"Everything good?" Lumine tilted her head.
"It's fine, I just... I stopped to look at something. But we can continue on our journey now." She placed her hands behind her back, rolled on her feet. The imminent threat was relieved somewhat but the dull ache inside her wasn't going away. What was happening to her?
Lumine stared at her, it felt like her eyes were seeing right through her. But she didn't say anything. Just offered her a small smile. "Do let me know if something is bothering you." She said.
She'd prefer to not show any weakness in front of the traveler. Or anyone for that matter. Besides it was not anything she could help with anyway. Ei had to keep this thing under control until the end of the night. Then she would diagnose the issue back at home.
Just wait until the end of the night. Just wait...
Crossing the shallow waters to Amakane island sent more shivers up her spine with every splish-splash step they took together. She stifled a moan.
Could she wait...? Maybe she should call it off and go home early.
No, she could wait. Of course she could. She wouldn't lose her day out with the traveler to whatever this is. She refused. This wasn't even a big issue. Just some odd aching feeling. Just some strange shivers that caused tingles that flowed all the way from her core to her fingertips. Just some strange twitching that made her feel warm and tense all over and also really good. Really, really good...
As they browsed the exhibits together, Ei was finding it increasingly more difficult to stand still. She started discreetly fidgeting in little ways she hoped the traveler (and the dozens of humans here who no doubt were paying extra attention to their archon's presence) wouldn't notice.
"What's this one called?" Paimon asked the artist of the large canvas in front of them. The image was beautiful but entirely incomprehensible.
"I-I've been calling it, Shower at Sunset." He looked so nervous yet eager to have them there looking at it.
"It's lovely." Lumine said.
"Th-thank you! What do you think, your excellency... Uh, if I may ask..."
Ei shifted from one foot to the other, then back again. And again. She was rubbing her poor hands dry. "Oh! I... Nngh..." She bit her lip for a second as another wave washed over her.
"You... Nn?" The young artist looked at her expectantly.
"S-sorry." She switched feet again, and willed the sensation to stop, stop. "What I meant to say is... W-well it's very... It's very vibrant. I sense a bright energy radiating throughout it."
"Yes!" The artist smiled brightly. "That's exactly it!"
"I've never seen anything like it before. I like it." She nodded her head quickly.
"You do? Oh thank you, your excellency!" He bowed. "Hearing that from you feels like the greatest blessing! Oh, I'm so happy I could burst!"
Ei's eye twitched.
They continued on this way looking at each piece, with Ei offering her sloppily delivered but sincere thoughts. Normally she was far more eloquent but whatever was happening to her, was also making it increasingly harder to think. The only thing she could think about was the pressure.
When they came to a beautiful sculpted fountain of a goddess pouring water from a pitcher something inside of her snapped. She bent forward just the smallest bit. She tried to hide a small groan in her throat but it came out anyway.
Lumine stared up at her in the corner of her eye. "Ei, what's wro-?"
"It's nothing!" Ei drummed her fingers on her thigh. She knew her voice was shaky but she couldn't help it. She started shifting from foot to foot again, hardly able to hide it anymore. The tightness inside her was getting worse by the minute. It was becoming unbearable... Truly unbearable! She didn't know how much more of this she could take. "Oh, oh... goodness... mm!" She mumbled. She paced in a small circle right there trying in vain to gain control over her body back.
"Ei?" Paimon squeaked. She turned to whisper to Lumine. "Ei's acting really weird, right? It's not just 'nothing!'"
"I know." Lumine said. "Paimon... Would you mind giving the two of us some privacy? Maybe I can get her to talk if it's just me. Okay?"
Paimon glanced between the two of them. "Well okay... Paimon will be right over there." She flitted away quickly.
Lumine turned back to the powerful and mighty electro archon beside her who now looked so small, flustered and helpless.
"Ei." She said grabbing her hand. "Follow me, let's go somewhere more private."
Lumine pulled her away from the commotion of the exhibition up the hill and into the trees. The setting sun filtering through the leaves cast a warm glow around them as they walked briskly to the top. Lumine felt Ei trembling, heard her heavy breathing punctuated with a small moan every other step.
Lumine hid them out of sight behind a tree. "Ei, what's going on?" She took both of Ei's hands in her own and rubbed them softly with her thumbs.
Ei felt her face warm. Her eyes watered from the immense will it took to control herself. She shook her head briefly. What was she going to say?
"Ei..." Lumine said softly. "You can talk to me. I want to help in anyway I can."
"Um... I..." Ei sighed. It was difficult to speak. Even as Lumine held Ei's hands to try to steady her, Ei could not stop her fidgeting, from one foot to the other in an anxious little dance. Her voice was airy and raspy.
"Lumine... I... forgive me, I don't know what's happening to me... to the Shogun, she's... I.... A-agh..." Ei suddenly doubled over and pulled her hands away from Lumine's to tightly grab her inner thighs. She felt hot, so hot all over, so tingly and tight all over. Such an intense feeling--it was overwhelming her, something was happening, something was coming. She jammed a hand between her thighs just as a hot spurt of liquid gushed through the thin fabric of her bodysuit and between her fingers.
And with that Ei realized it. She realized what had been happening to her all this time.
And at the same moment, Lumine also realized it. Why her companion had been so antsy all afternoon.
One spurt, then another, then another--piss dribbled down her inner thighs, yet she still tried to hold it in. Not in front of Lumine, she thought... I've got to do something, she thought... but she knew at this point she was powerless to stop it. With a loud gasp, Ei lost control. Hot piss jetted out of her, gushing through her fingertips and pouring between her legs.
"Ohh...! Ohh no... Aah..." Her tension turned to shock, then embarrassment, then quickly melted away into an overwhelming all-encompassing relief. "Mmm!" She moaned loudly as she let go of everything she had held back for the past several hours. She nearly lost her footing as she leaned back against the tree behind her. She lifted her skirt exposing the delicate butterfly embroidery on the front of her suit as she pissed harder. The loud hissing intermingled with the splattering and puddling on the ground and her own soft whimpering.
Lumine stared wide eyed at the scene in front of her. She blushed up to her ears. This poor, beautiful woman, this literal god, had been holding on all evening right next to her, trying so hard to hide it, and was now peeing herself uncontrollably, face red and eyes teary, completely losing herself in her relief.
It was so unbelievably hot.
She continued pissing there, the puddle at her feet growing larger and out of control. Excess pee spread through her lacey suit and trickled down her long shapely legs in small streams. Just how much had she been holding in? It seemed more than humanly possible.
"Haah... p-please don't stare..." Ei said shyly, breathily.
Lumine felt a shiver down her spine. Could this woman be any more cute? She averted her eyes for a moment... before turning back. She couldn't resist. She wanted to etch this scene into her mind.
Finally, the stream slowed to a trickle and then stopped... And just when Lumine thought she was finished, it started again, just a little more, droplets that soaked through her suit and added to the puddle below as it slowly seeped into the soil.
Ei sighed deeply of relief and shame. She squeezed her thighs together, wringing a bit of liquid out of her bodysuit that trickled down her thighs. She adjusted the front of her skirt. She had avoided getting her kimono too wet, but her tights and shoes were an undeniable mess. She couldn't believe she had wet herself like a child. She couldn't believe how good it had felt. Her empty tummy rippled with a strong pleasurable sensation, something she hadn't felt in ages. She felt feverishly hot all over.
Oh, but her companion had seen all of that. What must she be thinking seeing the electro archon like this?
There was an awkward silence between them. "Are you alright?" Lumine asked.
"Yes... I'm sorry you had to see that..." Ei said. "This... This may seem odd to you but, well I haven't possessed a physical form like this in a very, very long time, you see." She rubbed at the back of her neck. "It seems I have... forgotten some basic principles, so..." She was trying to explain herself so quickly that she stumbled on some of the words.
"It's alright," Lumine said calmly. Well, to her it was more than alright, it was a rare treasure she was all too happy to witness--but there was no way she going to admit to that.
"Ah, how could I have allowed this to happen... Something so simple this whole time... Oh, how foolish." Ei pulled into herself like a scolded child, still so thoroughly embarrassed. She let out a whiny little sigh.
Lumine reached her hand up and petted the older woman on the head. "It's alright, Ei. It's a completely understandable mistake. I won't tell a single soul, I promise."
Ei blushed. She quickly waved Lumine's hand away. "It's... it's not like I need you to reassure me or anything... I-I'm fine." She took a deep breath and stood up proudly once again. Still, Lumine really had been a big help to her in bringing her somewhere out of public view. Just the thought of the Inazumans seeing her like that gave her goosebumps. "But... well... thank you." She said softly.
Lumine nodded with a smile.
"I hate to cut things short but, I must get back home. Now."
"Yes, of course." Lumine said. "We'll see each other again soon, right?
Ei smiled coyly. "Certainly. Goodnight to you, Lumine." With that Ei left over the side of the hill and seemed to vanish.
Lumine walked back down the hill replaying the scene in her mind. She couldn't believe her luck, something like this happening to her was beyond her wildest dreams. She absolutely did not want to forget a single detail. She wanted to carve it into her memory for later.
"Where's Ei?" Paimon asked when she rejoined her.
"Oh, she said she needed to adjust something on the Shogun, so she went back home..."
*
Though Ei felt relief from the intense pressure, her body still felt hot all over.
After her bath, she lay on her bed, not yet ready to go back to the plane of euthymia. She was restless.
She ran the night's series of events over in her head. The immense pressure from holding so much, the total loss of control and how unbelievably good it felt to let it all go. And especially, the way the traveler's eyes bored into her the entire time.
It all made her feel hotter.
She felt her hands move on their own accord across her smooth skin, one to her breast, the other down to her warm wet center.
"Ah... Mnn..."
She felt a new pressure building inside her as her fingers worked her body. Soon she was squirming on the bed, breathing heavily.
Yes, this was another sensation that she hadn't felt in centuries... Oh, how good it felt. Good, good, so good, amazing...!
"Mnahh!" She came quickly, her body overwhelmed with surging pleasure that rippled through her body relentlessly.
She loved it, she needed it, she ached for it. She hadn't felt satisfaction like that in a very, very long time. Such mortal pleasures were unbecoming of a god, she didn't deserve this, it was counter to her lifestyle, needlessly indulgent. Yet knowing all of that just made it feel all the better.
She gave into those pleasures over and over again into the night.
She decided she ought to take physical form a little more often.
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Chapter 4. Do What Comes Natural
Rick had been deep in vipassana meditation for nearly half an hour when the rooster with the sore throat woke Pamela.
“Motherfucking stupid bird,” she said, rising from the bed.
Her little black dress was in pieces. Her panties and stockings were still soaking wet, and her shoes were on opposite sides of the room. The morning sun sparkled on the clasps of her garter belt.
“I’ll make some breakfast,” said Rick, as Pamela gathered up her things and began to walk naked across the gravel yard to her own cabin.
She returned wearing a lavender bra, lavender panties, and nothing else. Rick had cooked up huevos rancheros, three tortillas thick and with three kinds of cheese, including Oaxaca white. Ground chorizo was sandwiched in between each taco. They sat at the table on the front porch and ate.
“I have to admit,” said Pamela, “that was fun. I haven’t felt like that for a long time.”
“Really? I’m surprised. Now that you’re all liberated and your own personal theatrical brand of alternative sexuality is out of the closet.”
Pamela stirred her eggs, sighed, and said, “All that stuff I said in the meadow was bullshit.”
“I already knew that.”
“My whole life is work, my daughter, and paying bills. I’ve only gone freak-o once since we split up.”
“I hope it was good.”
“One of the hotels in the city had a big fashion show for plus sized women. I went for the whole event. Every guy in the hotel that weekend was a chubby chaser. When gentleman callers came around to get to know me better, I honestly really did act like the Queen of Sexual Freedom and answer the hotel room door in panties and bra with a bottle of wine in my hand.”
“Sounds delightful.”
She placed her hand on his and said, “That slide show you sent really inspired me last night. I know we weren’t always perfect for each other, but there were times when you coaxed that Queen of Sexual Freedom out of the closet where I keep her locked up. I want her to get out more often. She needs fresh air. Do you think it’s possible, like just maybe… if we could….”
Rick leapt up from the table and backed away swiftly toward the door. “Jeez, Pamela, we were a disaster. Our relationship was beyond failure. Surely you can’t be thinking….”
Pamela laughed. “Oh God, of course not! We were the world’s worst couple. But the respectable single mother needs a break now and then, and I thought maybe, just every once in a while, when I have a few days off…. It wouldn’t be that often, but…. You know, just for kink.”
“Well,” said Rick, “that was the one thing we were really good at.”
“Exactly. I mean, seriously, I don’t want to be your girlfriend again!” She stood up and walked over to where he stood. She pressed her panties close to his crotch, leaned her head on his shoulder, rubbed her enormous breasts encased in their pink bra against his chest, and whispered in his ear. “I just want to be your pervert slut. The Girl in the Meadow.”
****
Checkout time was 11:00. Pamela lingered until 12:15. She didn’t know what to wear. She studied a flower print dress which had somehow – she wasn’t sure just how – had ended up in her suitcase. She hadn’t worn it for years. With her gigantic thighs, it was much, much too short for her now. A lot of her extra weight had collected around her breasts, so the dress was much too low cut as well. But she was still glowing, feeling like the Girl in the Meadow, so she wore it anyway.
She and Rick smooched their passionate farewells, and Pamela set off. She quickly realized she was hungry, so she turned in to town and parked next to the Happy Kat Restaurant.
Pamela walked through the courtyard and into the restaurant. She saw a swathe of red hair waving as a waiter walked by. How perfect! Tommy was working today!
“Sit anywhere you like,” said a waitress.
Pamela watched Tommy serve a single man who was sitting in one of four booths that ran along the side of the wall. Then he turned to the next booth, where he seemed to be asking two women if they wanted dessert. The booths along the side wall must be his section today, and one of the them was vacant. Pamela took a seat.
She studied the menu and waited. She hadn’t had the chance to come on to Tommy in her unsubtle way the day before because he had rushed out with the other guys to take part in the big event of the weekend – the tourist stranded somewhere in a kayak.
“Hi,” said Tommy. Well, he definitely remembered her, that much was clear. Pamela ordered a plate of chicken enchiladas with fish tacos on the side and a glass of chardonnay. Tommy hurried off to give her order to the kitchen
She knew he could only have had two reactions to the wetting accident he’s witnessed a few days ago. Either he thought she was disgusting, or he had found himself with an unexpected stiffy. She knew from prior experience that the latter was actually quite common among guys who had never thought of themselves as fetishists before.
Tommy brought her food. She ordered a second glass of chardonnay. Since he could only think of her as either a perverted sex bomb or a hopeless skank, she didn’t care if he caught her staring at his crotch.
She stared.
Stiffy!!!
He returned a bit later and asked her if she wanted dessert.
As she pretended to a problem with eyesight which obligated her to lean down deeply in order to study the menu, one of Pamela’s breasts very nearly escaped from its pink bra prison and popped out of her low-cut dress. The intensity of her menu study may have caused her to lean down in such a way that the breast had somewhat less difficulty escaping.
She looked up boldly at Tommy. Caught in the act of ogling her boobs, Tommy seemed embarrassed. Pamela did not.
“When do you get off work today?” she asked.
“Two o’clock.” He was almost whispering.
Pamela looked at her watch. It was 1:30.
“In that case,” she said, “bring me a large bowl of pistachio ice cream and a third glass of chardonnay.”
****
Rick had finally made it to the Salty Dawg. Just as he was comping on his monster burger and thinking that Pamela must have the hottest pants in town, he changed his mind as Shasta Sandy walked in the door.
She was alone. She was wearing a yellow tee-shirt with a black polyamory symbol, emblazoned with the words: “Love Without Limits.” Due to her considerable bulk, the tee shirt failed to reach to her waist, and Rick could see that a phony diamond stud was pierced to her belly button. Her denim skirt was so short that it barely even qualified as a belt, and her only shoes were a pair of flip flops.
Because Rick was lunching alone, he hadn’t taken a table and was eating at the bar. Sandy sat down two stools away from him.
Rick pushed his meal down the counter and sat down next to her.
“You must be Sandy.”
“I am.”
“I’ve heard about you.”
“I imagine so.”
“Can I get you something?”
She stared at him. Her face was as round as the moon. Her blonde bangs were cut in a straight line across her forehead; combined with her long hair, it was all intended to make her look as if she were a twenty-something time traveler from the 1960s. The lines around her eyes and her mouth suggested she was probably forty-something.
“You ought to know,” she said, “that I’m an ecological activist. I only eat the pure products of the land. If it isn’t grown and raised locally and delivered fresh, I won’t have it.”
Rick wasn’t quite sure how to reply to that, so he didn’t.
After a brief silence, Sandy said, “The Radegunde Merlot they have here comes from a vineyard that’s only twenty-five miles down the road. I know the sommelier at their winery café. It’s grown without pesticides.”
Rick raised his hand to the bar tender. “A glass of the Radegunde Merlot, please.”
“It would be cheaper just to get the bottle,” said Sandy.
Rick ordered the bottle.
During her first glass, Sandy talked about her childhood in Nebraska. During her second glass, she talked about the “spiritual community” in Mt. Shasta. During her third glass, she complained about the rocky ground here in the region, and demonstrated her difficulties by removing one of her flip-flops, lifting her leg, and placing her foot on Rick’s knee to illustrate her difficulties, though it wasn’t her feet that Rick was staring at. What could he possibly say about a woman who flashed her panties more often than Kylie Minogue, Agnetha Faltskog and Paris Hilton all together?
During her fourth glass, she began to discourse on her favorite topic.
“You see, in ancient times there was a huge difference between the Atlanteans and the Lemurians. Atlanteans were very patriarchal – strong, militant, controlling. Lemurians worshiped the Divine Feminine. Touching and loving were their main means of communication. Everything was about touching, touching and more touching. If a woman met a man, a blow job was just an ordinary way of saying hello.”
“I can see your panties,” said Rick.
“I know.”
“White cotton looks good on you.”
“Thanks. You’re kind of bold. You might be an Atlantean.”
“Your place or mine?”
“Definitely an Atlantean. My housemate is holding a séance at my place, so let’s go to yours.”
We got up and began to walk toward the door. Suddenly, Shasta Sandy stopped and said, “I should probably visit the Little Sluts Room before I go, but I think I just saw somebody walk in there.”
I put my hand under her sad excuse for a skirt, snapped the elastic on her underwear, and said, “No worries. My place is really close. You can go there.”
Sandy said “Okay,” so we went to my car. I began to drive out of town. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, bit her lip, and exhaled deeply. It was clear that she had to pee. She said, “You live in those tourist cabins, don’t you? Just down the road and to the left?”
“That’s right,” I said. “But there’s a short cut.”
I turned into a different left and began to drive slowly down a long woodland road that went for a number of miles through nowhere before it returned to the highway. Sandy crossed and uncrossed her legs again. Nice white cotton panties! She took another deep breath.
“Are you sure this is really a short cut?” groaned Sandy.
“Well,” said Rick, “you’d be surprised how crowded the main highway can get during the height of the tourist season.”
“But this isn’t tourist season!”
“Oh… right.”
At last they reached the main highway again. Sandy was breathing hard and clutching the dashboard with both hands. She gazed south, to the left.
“Is this all the farther we are?” she moaned. “I don’t think I can hold it and I don’t want to ruin your car seat.”
Rick had just begun heading down the highway toward the cabins. He pulled over to the side of the road and said, “Hey, don’t worry. Just step outside and squat and you’ll be hidden by the car.”
Sandy stumbled out, still gasping, but as she began to squat and pull her panties down, three cars zoomed by. She was clearly visible.
Cursing like a sailor, Sandy hurried back into the car.
“The whole world is watching. I don’t know how much longer I can last.”
“Then I guess this is not the time to give you the traditional Atlantean greeting.”
“What’s that?” asked Sandy. She sounded genuinely interested.
“A serious tickling.”
Sandy started to laugh, but stopped herself, knowing that laughter would be disaster. “Hot damn! Sounds like back home in Nebraska when those pervert farm boys used to take us girls deep in the cornfields, get us stinking drunk, then tickle us till we peed in our Daisy Dukes.”
“Were they Atlantean?”
“Probably.”
“Okay. I promise. No tickling.”
Sandy turned and looked at Rick in the twilight. The mischief in her eyes and in her smile was close to evil.
“But gosh… Don’t you think we ought to be properly introduced?”
The silence, filled with lust and perversity, lasted for only a few seconds before Rick grabbed Sandy and began to tickle her.
She screeched and squealed, then laughed and laughed, her thick legs pumping wildly against the dashboard until she let go, surging forth with the intensity of a fire hose all over the rubber mat on the passenger side floor.
Sandy howled. “Oh! My! Gawd!” But she didn’t stop laughing. And she didn’t stop peeing until she was empty.
Rick was speechless.
Sandy turned to him and unzipped his pants. “You gave me the standard Atlantean greeting, so I guess I should give you the standard Lemurian greeting.” Just before she took his dick into her mouth, she said, “Seems like you and me are on the same page. We’re going to have a lot fun together.”
.****
As the dusk spread across the meadow, Pamela knelt upon the carpet of yellow flowers, in between Tommy’s legs as she gave him a blow job. She was clad is lavender panties and bra, and nothing else. The sea pounded in the background, as Tommy came with such force that Pamela fell backwards, landing amid the flowers on her commodious rear end.
As she wiped the cum off her mouth, she thought she heard someone cry out “Yeehaw” and “Oh my Gawd” on the road above, but maybe that was just a voice inside her head.
She gazed down at Tommy. He was sweet. She felt bold and free now after her wild night and friendly agreement with Rick. She felt fearless.
“I have to pee,” she announced as she stood up.
“Hunh?” muttered Tommy, flat on his back.
Pamela remembered how he had stared when she’d had he accident at the restaurant a few nights ago. She remembered the lump in the front of his pants a few hours ago at lunch.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained, she thought.
She stood in the meadow with her legs open wife and her hands on her waist with elbows bent.
“Do you mind if I, uh… just do what comes natural?”
Tommy didn’t answer. He was too far lost in his own world of sensual satisfaction.
Pamela giggled as a smile spread over her Botticelli face. She prepared to surrender to the magic. |
A/N: Written for Kinktober Day 9: Humiliation, this one of those mean spirited public humiliation fics because yeah.
Today has gone on for too long. Lumine can say that with absolute certainty, and though she is willing to do whatever she needs to for the people of Mondstadt under normal circumstances, there comes a point when hours and hours of uninterrupted work becomes too much for her. She gets tired of being everyone’s hero, even when she loves it, because she has her limits. True, she does not grow so tired that she can’t handle it, at least not often, but there is more to it than that.
Lumine has had to pee for hours, and if she does not take a break soon, she is certain that she is going to lose her mind, the pain more than she can handle at this point. She is so full that she is sure, if she were to take her dress off now, that she would be bulging slightly, her bladder pushed far beyond what it is meant to contain. But all of that is going to come to an end soon, just as long as she is able to make it to a bathroom.
Not “as long as,” but when she is able to make it to a bathroom. She refuses to let herself consider the possibility that she might not make it, even if it is getting harder to keep her composure as she walks. Lumine has her fists clenched at her sides, making sure that she does not walk so quickly that she leaks- anymore than she already has, but she is also trying not to think about that- but still quickly enough to make progress.
Is her stiff walk enough to get attention? She certainly hopes not, but at the same time, it’s very hard for her to avoid such attention just by being out and about. That’s what got her into this mess in the first place; people always find her, and are never shy about asking her for help. For the most part, she’s glad to have that sort of reputation, but right now, she would rather be anywhere but here.
How many hours has it been? It’s late afternoon, perhaps early evening, and the last time she relieved herself was early in the morning. She is not sure when the need first began to make itself known, but it was definitely a few hours ago at least. Though she has not let herself count how many times she has leaked, she already knows that her panties are damp, and can imagine just how sizable the wet spot on them must be. Each step she takes gets her closer to her relief, but it also pushes her closer to losing control, and brings her further into the center of town, where anyone might be able to figure out what’s wrong with her.
From time to time, she has to stop, just to squeeze her thighs together, toes curling in her shoes. She stares at the ground, clenching her fists tighter, refusing to look up and see if anyone is staring at her. If she lets herself get carried away, she is certain she can hear some hushed whispers, but she can’t think about that now either. She can only think about moving forward, and tells herself that it does not matter if a few people can tell that she needs to pee now, just as long as that is as far as it goes.
Not much further now, but every step gets her a bigger audience, once she is able to move forward again. Things are really bustling right now, and the city is crowded, just like it always is, and Lumine has had to pee for hours and hours, and really can’t take another second of this. Her bladder has never been so full in all her life, the ache enough to make her want to cry. What she wouldn’t give to just be able to let it all out already…
As if tempted by her thoughts, another leak slips out, and she blinks back tears. The leaks are getting stronger now, soaking into her bloomers, her panties already past saving. Another powerful spurt sees a thin dribble of piss running down the inside of her thigh, possibly visible to someone close enough. She’s basically already pissing herself, just barely stopping it every time it starts up again, but any of the nearest bathrooms are still so faraway, and she…
She isn’t going to make it.
Lumine tries to the very end, fighting her aching bladder, but she can’t do it anymore. Even knowing that, she still keeps up her futile fight, jamming a hand between her legs, as if holding herself like a little girl is going to help with anything other than getting her even more attention. She doesn’t have to look to be able to feel the eyes on her, and her hand quickly grows damp as she tries to hold back leak after leak.
She keeps her hand clamped tight over her pussy, for all the good it does, hiking her skirt up so much in the process that she can tell she’s being leered at by a few. Now, she can hear the whispers as people catch onto what is happening with her, some voices sounding more sympathetic than others. There is muffled laughter, and one voice cuts in a bit louder, a child pointing out what’s happening, too young and oblivious to go at this with any sort of tact.
“Look, she’s gonna pee!”
It’s been hours and she has pushed her bladder beyond her natural limits. The bathroom is still too far away, and though she is in the center of town, though all eyes are on her, though she has spent all day being everyone’s hero, she can’t hold it anymore. She is forced to stop as another spurt escapes her, but then, she isn’t just leaking anymore.
It all comes gushing out of her, soaking her hand so quickly she can't move it away in time. By the time she thinks to move it, it’s already soaked, and she realizes her skirt is going to fall and get wet as well. Lumine is far past the point of thinking rationally, panicking as she holds her skirt up. Everyone can see the way her knees knock together and her bloomers continue to darken, as her piss just pours out of her.
There's whispers of sympathy and there's leering. The child who pointed her out before asks their mom why she didn't know better. There is muffled laughter from several directions, as a puddle grows at her feet, and as Lumine’s face burns with humiliation like she has never felt before.
She worked hard all day, pushing her bladder to the breaking point. She was everyone's hero; now she's just the poor, pathetic girl who can't hold her piss.
When she is finally empty, her bladder still aching from how much she had to hold, the relief so great and the humiliation even greater, she doesn’t know what else to do but start walking again. If she listens, she can still hear people whispering amongst themselves about what she has done, and she knows she will likely never live this down. All she can do is keep walking, to move out of the public eye so she can go clean up.
She doesn't want her skirt to get wet so she keeps it hiked up as she walks back, letting everyone she passes see her pee soaked bloomers, letting everyone see her "little accident". Word was going to spread either way, so she no longer sees any point in trying to preserve her dignity.
By the time she's back, her piss has gone cold, but her panties are all warm and sticky as she peels them off. She doesn't know what the hell is wrong with her, that she barely has to touch herself at all, and yet has never come so hard in all her life.
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The Miqo'te Way
An FFXIV fanfiction, starring Y'shtola.
It is a late afternoon for the Twelveswood, one which slowly bleeds its fading light away to shine elsewhere upon the realm of Hydaelyn, and were it the South Shroud that welcomes dusk unto its tall tree cover and mired, uprooted land of sparse grass and shallow ponds, it would be the time Buscarron’s Druthers turns over its leaf from light snacks and watered ales to serving the full meals it is known for and far thicker pints.
It is also that same time that Y’shtola Rhul, more so a bookworm than a inn-crawler per her years in Sharlayan, takes little liking to, unkeen on the sort it invites into its doors to lambast or cheer with their food and drink, the sort whom aren’t so warm to a woman such as her who sits there only in the company of a heavy book and a tall glass of herbal tea.
And, quite clearly to some of them, wears too many clothes.
So, by the time sunlight no longer spills through the highest of the tavern’s windows and the doors begin to swing open with more joiners to the fray than that of leavers, Y’shtola finishes her tea with a final gulp, and seals her book shut with a tight tie of the bow that wraps around its cover from its spine to its edges.
The air outside is a far call from the heavy musk of ale and polished wood of the tavern - a fair tone sweeter and a great deal easier on the senses. It is now darker than she had expected, however, Y’shtola supposing that her attachment to her book had betrayed her, leaving her now to wander her way to Quarrymill, the nearest settlement, under growing dark and a gnawing soreness to her eyes, which have known pen and paper for a while too long.
And beyond her irritations, she makes her way out of the tavern’s grounds having eaten naught since breakfast to settle on her stomach but a full pint of that herbal tea, of which she knows will go through her a slight quicker than anything of the standard sort.
A side effect of the sweetly tasting flower that was mixed into it during brewing, she presumed.
Though, as usual with this hour, the lavatories at Buscarron’s were all occupied and beyond worth waiting for by judgment of the lengthy queue she had spied to the women’s, and so she had figured instead that the short walk to the settlement down the path would be of both lesser time and easier burden, and had departed before relieving herself of the admittedly tangible weight to her bladder.
A risk, certainly, but one she thought worthwhile taking.
One she had thought worthwhile taking, she may be reluctant to confess, before realising that it was now past six hours from midday and late enough for the sun to have retreated completely from the sky. Being stubborn, though, and quite confident in her risk worth taking, Y’shtola hadn’t returned back inside to wait in the queue instead, because she would rather avoid the embarrassment of people knowing she had walked back in just by pure fear of regretting not going to the bathroom there rather than wherever else she ended up pissing herself.
And Y’shtola was stubborn.
So, though the upper paths weren’t so kind at the dawn of the evening, with the antelopes and their does changed instead for floral fiends and the odd, rogue sprite that happened to torment them, and although as she had made her way unto the main path to Quarrymill she had figured it was both a short and a peaceful walk that she would need if she had any hope of making it there in the calm, orderly fashion she so demanded of herself, she continued stoutly onwards nonetheless, and resolved that her stars would be kind to her and save her the embarrassment of having to dart into a lavatory like a lost cat.
Or one that was bursting for a pee.
Not that she was bursting for a pee, of course, otherwise she would have stayed at Buscarron’s, and likely skipped the queue. She simply needed the bathroom, at whatever next convenience. There was little urgency to it.
Although, if she were to ponder the alternative, which she did, the forest itself wasn’t exactly the most insulting place for her to consider a bathroom either, because for all the years she had spent in civilisation with wood or porcelain that flushed, she had spent equivalent years as a younger girl with her family and tribe amidst woodland canopies and backwaters where the only option for relief was a rock-shaded recluse or a sufficiently large bush.
And her mother had assured her when she was young and blabbery in her childish curiosity that no thoughtful man outside of their kind harboured such intent as to monopolise the forest and build the Miqo'te a network of toilets. So, there was only one thing for it, and whenever Y’shtola had to go, she had learned to go alongside whatever rodent or marsupial had chosen to leave its den to watch her - or run away from her.
An act she had now done countless times, of course, enough for her routine to be assuredly ingrained into her mind; pulling her pantalettes down preemptively beneath her trousers and unfastening whatever belt she had on, so that when she did find some acceptable place to squat, or stand if it was raining and the ground was watered enough to splash her release back at her as her mother had warned her, it served as only a small matter of pulling her baggened trousers down and she was ready to relieve herself.
And relieve herself quick, as quick as she could, really, because it had so happened one day when she was taking her merry time and admiring the flora about her that a few youths, not so older than herself, had wandered closely past and kindly noted, once Y’shtola had made her way from the bush with her trousers half up and quite off-guard, just how loud she was when she went - she was a ‘heavy pisser’, so to speak as Miqo'te tongue so eloquently does, and from then on, no matter how obsessively she had tried to keep herself quiet and incognito by the pure rapture of embarrassment, she had never failed to piss with noise sufficient to startle whatever small critter or rodent happened to be hiding nearby and the sound of her relief always seemed ten times louder than ever before.
Certainly not such a happy memory in her midyears of adolescence.
So Y’shtola had thrown caution to the wind, and decided whenever she went she would go quick and as loud as that demanded, because time not spent pissing was time not being caught and then being mocked for which she could not control.
Not that Y’shtola ever had the nerve to ask or observe if such a quality was genetic.
But, traumas aside and away, she was nonetheless quite accustomed to the need of going at it natural, so somewhere in the back of her stubborn mind, mayhaps in a part of her not so stubborn to drastic measures, she knew she at least wouldn’t be arriving to Quarrymill with her blue tights an incriminating shade navy.
Which was a comforting thought.
Though, beyond comforting thoughts and the myriad of memories of her childhood, it wasn’t so much the state of her arrival to Quarrymill that was in question, it was now instead the when of her arrival to Quarrymill, because returned to reality and stopped halfway down the valley passage, Y’shtola spies a treant - a creaking, gauntish form of a possessed seedkin that could kill - not so far down the path. It is, contrary to the hope Y’shtola had placed in her stars, blocking the passage in its full, mayhaps even stuck as its arms - branches - bend against the rock-and-soil walls of the small valley. Y’shtola knows she hasn’t the deftness of feet right now to make her way past it, and she thinks nor does she have the composition to consider dispatching the thing, because the pressure in her belly is now seemingly something she’s unable to ignore, like she had sat in the tavern, and the nerves of her crotch and that where her legs join are beginning to tighten to a worrying sense now that she’s no longer absorbed in her own thoughts.
And with her mind focused on aetherweaving and the expulsion of such fiercities as fire and ice, she couldn’t assure that she would have the room of thought to keep her knickers dry of any wayward accidents that would threaten to spill from her.
Y’shtola would still find a way, though; it was within her blood, to a sense, and the Twelveswood was no foreign thing to such an astute woman as herself.
Yet the small hills beside her, now her only way to Quarrymill that isn’t turning around and taking a longer route, were steep, their faces jutted with loosened, garish stones and mud that was rather a silt, wimpish and eager to slip from its place at a footfall’s notice - and if Y’shtola were to trip, slip, or even tumble her way back down the hill amidst what would already be agonisingly careful footsteps, she would most assuredly land back at the base of the valley path with a tepid soak to her kecks and an immediate problem of further wanton release from her expectant bladder.
Now was not the time to go. Not in this mired valley, and to that extent, nowhere beneath this vast canopy of the trees. Y’shtola would make her way to Quarrymill, because she hadn’t gone to the loo in Buscarron’s and if she failed her way to Quarrymill she wouldn’t live down the flaw of her confidence for the following days of the week.
The treant beyond creaks, turning around to stare longingly into the opposite wall of the valley path it is now assuredly trapped in, and Y’shtola decides then that she would make a more hasteful work of the hill beside her by taking to its even steeper overhang instead, and then traverse the grassy plains of the ground above, taking a tight path to the border of the drop as to avoid the vilekin and overgrown rodents that litter the landscape, and venture her way safely unto the gates of her destination.
So, with her book strapped tightly to her belt, hands as ready as they’ll ever be and legs discreetly together just in case, Y’shtola takes a braced breath and leaps for the grass atop the valley. Her fingers quickly dig in deftly, fastening into the soil as her feet reach hastefully for the wall of the hill, and once she’s stable for only a moment, the tightness downstairs pulsing implicitly, she pulls herself up in one, full heave, and brings herself over the tilting point of her mass and safely unto the grass above.
And just as her bosom lands sorely to the ground, so too does her belly, and the flat pressure that the floor beneath her so kindly blows into her is most unwelcome. A searing pain rips from in between her legs in turn, so antagonistic that it is enough to tear the breath from her lungs and, for a glance, bring her throat to tighten with a heat of horror as Y’shtola lies static in fear, quite certain that she’s just wholly let go of that which is very much not urgent, and that the next thing she’s about to feel is a gushed warmth of shame fill her knickers and trickle throughout the insides of her legs.
Not that she would know what that felt like, of course. Just an educated guess.
It doesn’t come, though, her underwear remaining quite dry as she dodges the misery of wetting herself by some grace of the elementals that inhabit this cursed forest. Y’shtola chooses not to lie in wait much longer then, appreciating she may be closer to going than once thought, and gently, or as quickly as gently would allow, picking herself up from the floor with a light, nervous laugh and a swallow and stepping forward with her thighs clasped together a slight tighter than before, cool breath refilling her lungs as the embarrassment that threatens to rise to her face settles and retreats back to her bosom.
She would make it, and she would not be relieving herself in a forest.
“You will make it, Y’shtola.” Her lips are dry as she speaks, whispers, and it doesn’t help that even the idea of wetting them with her tongue is now too much a distraction from the three of treading carefully, reassuring herself, and keeping her legs close to one another. “You’ll make it.” Such a crisis wasn’t something for a woman of her disposition, anyway, as her mother would put it.
But a woman of her disposition knows not to take chances, either, and as she trots delicately through the crinkling grass beneath, Y’shtola plays to her worried senses, and slowly slides a hand to sit between her legs at the face of her crotch as she walks with a nervous smile.
But nervous smiles and half-clenched hands at the front of blue tights are ill defense against what Y’shtola knows to be one of nature’s most incessant callings, and as tens and tens of steps turn instead to her counting each one in prayer as her hands permeate slowly with sweat and the muscles to her lowers and her legs grow tense and awkward in their movement, the groaning pain in her belly that sits uncomfortably atop the floor of her pelvis only needs the seconds between her footfalls to grow and grow into something worryingly dire.
Then she stops altogether, with panic setting in as her thoughts scatter to what exactly is going to become of her reluctance to stay at Buscarron’s and whether the distance to Quarrymill, which now lies in lucrative sight, is a stretch too much. The pain doubles over as she thinks, breaths hurried, and that brings her legs to squeeze together in an involuntary cramp as her thoughts now turn to the apprehension that it had been as far as this morning since her last bathroom trip and that she may very well be on the brink of going right where she stands.
But Quarrymill stands right there, steadfast and well-lit and echoing minutely with the bustle and cheer of her inhabitants, and Y’shtola is so very close and if she surrenders now to her desperation then that would mean a self-inflicted defeat.
A clean lavatory, one that’s warm and dry and doesn’t reek of petrichor and stagnant water, is just within her sight.
And yet by the heralding minutiae that quiver throughout the floor of her crotch and down the insides of her legs, the harbingers of a coming that she realises now she hasn’t the muster to abate until she reaches her destination, never mind one of the lavatories within, Y’shtola has little choice but to accept that the few hundred yards that lie in front of her are too great for even her resolve, and she simply isn’t going to make it that far.
And a woman of her disposition, as stubborn as she is, is moreso keen on saving herself embarrassment whence she can.
The warmth of quarrymill blurs from her vision as he hurries for the nearest tree instead of leaving herself to gaze longingly at the settlement, doing little to observe the ground about its roots and now realising how much her resistance hurts and just how damn close she is to pissing straight through her knickers and her tights and ruining everything she wears below her waist merely because she hadn’t the patience to queue up in the tavern.
She curses her stubbornness.
Her back crashes against the trunk of it painfully, tail standing to and kept straight so she can avoid soaking it in a nearing moment, as she had learnt from mistakes long ago, and her hands aren’t shy in clambering for the waist of both her tights and white pantalettes within. Her thumbs dig in quickly, but her kecks are tight, and as she goes to yank them down in a fell swoop, they only budge an inch from her hips, and it’s then that she truly begins to panic as she remembers just how irritating it can be to get them off when she isn’t bursting for a pee and quite comfortably in a loo.
Too stubborn to buy a new pair that fit, she supposes.
The thin fabric of her tights continues to struggle down her legs, for as much as she wants them to her knees and far in the clear, she’s also finding it of equal impetus to keep her thighs sealed with one wrapped over the other as to hold the meet of her legs shy from even the open air and her dispense at bay, leaving her to dance between opening them a slight and pulling the twofold grip she has on her tights and her knickers downwards and then cramming them back together as to halt the singe of urgency that her bladder gives her each time the pressure sedating it falls too gentle.
And, somewhere in between it all, remembering to breathe.
But her tights aren’t as obstinate as she is, and with enough struggled dances and strangled breaths Y’shtola finally has them down to just shy of her knees, she thinks close enough, just as her bladder really begins to screech with urgency as the heat and pressure builds and she finds that she’s about to go right now whether or not she’s angled to piss right into the cup of her bagged knickers or into the sparsely flowered ground beneath her. So, with a final breath and a staggered jerk of her hips, she throws herself up against the tree, prays that the judgment of her eye is good enough, grabs the back of her tights with a hand, and ends the childish fight she’s been having with her bladder and loosens her muscles’ grip on it completely.
And when she finally lets go it is the loudest she is sure it has ever been, because the first of her release is more a torrent than it is a stream and it hisses from it like it hates her, pounding into the clearing of soil beneath and soaking it before the dirt can know the next second. She almost moans in the wake of it, the rush of bliss that grips her nethers nearly enough to dissipate any angst she holds for failing to make it to Quarrymill in time, and the tumbling of mirthed breaths that rattle from her lungs are indication enough that Y’shtola had needed to go far more than she had been willing to accept.
And the enveloping, loud bustle of the Twelveswood’s flora and fauna is a certain blessing for a heavy pisser such as herself.
Her thumb tightens at her tights as she gushes away at the ground, standing up slightly against the tree and tugging her kecks outwards to avoid soaking her own clothes. She clenches the floor of her pelvis harder once more, and relishes in yet another flush of pleasured relief through her loins as a second fierce burst of release tears from her.
It’s not long until she’s taken to a familiar rhythm, taking a breath once her muscles have clenched and squeezed as far as they can manage and letting them coil back loose, and then firming her belly once more and instigating a new forceful rush of piss as she expends her bladder as quickly, and thereby as loudly, as she can manage.
And she is close to losing the sense of her surroundings as she revels in it.
“So, a patrol to Buscarron’s, is it?”
The calling voice that echoes through the treeline takes to Y’shtola’s heart before it does her mind, expelling her from her stupor as her chest flushes with sudden panic and her breath is ripped from her lungs with relieving herself now quite decidedly the last thing she wants to do. She throws a preemptively cupped hand down and in between her legs in a jolt of instinct, clenching every spent muscle she can to clench to the pause of her flow she had lay upon before she started her wash anew as footsteps now begin to sound closer and closer, sealing it against her lowers with a haughty breath as she pushes her back even tighter up against the tree.
“Aye, that’s the right of it.” The second voice growls a laugh. “It could do with a scouting at this time of night. I’m sure the captain’d understand.”
The first man laughs alongside, and Y’shtola curses her stars as she struggles to hold off her previously eager release. Wood-wailers were the last thing she needed, though she would have to be grateful that these two were more set on drinking their nights away than properly patrolling the forest by the sounds of it.
Or perhaps that treant would accost them and serve Y’shtola a chance to escape.
The footsteps start to grow fuller, even the leaves they crunch through close enough for Y’shtola to hear them with unnerving fidelity, and just when the voices are close enough for Y’shtola to make out even the idiosyncrasies of their accents upon their tongues and the rhythm of their breaths, now passing the very tree she rests against at only stone’s throw of a distance, the panic amidst her mind overthrows her thoughts for just a moment, bringing her legs to quiver loose as her stomach drops to a pained cramp at the pit of her groin, and then her hand is thoroughly filled with a hot wash of her release as a hissed spurt escapes her and all she can do is beg amidst her curses and horrored, reddened cheeks that it isn’t loud enough to be heard.
It rinses along the border of her hand, overflowing to the floor beneath, if it chooses first to not trickle through the permeable gaps between her fingers. The heat of it is sickly, but between keeping herself steady against the tree and fretting at each second over her new visitors, she doesn’t dare tip it to the floor lest she startle the fragile calm she has herself propped in as the lancers march slowly along.
“You hear about Beautroix?” Their voices remain nonchalant, thankfully unknowing as Y’shtola seals her lips and clenches her eyes as more drips from her hand and the pain and pressure in her groin intensifies. “Swiped by a kedtrap. Poor bastard’s with the chirurgeons.”
The other lancer tuts, pitifully, though Y’shtola can’t help but admit she couldn’t give lesser about their friend’s run in with a walking plant, and wishes these two would start running like they’d been attacked as well. “Poisoned?”
“Aye. Badly, ‘far as I hear.” The voice trails further into the distance now, but Y’shtola is far from calm as her legs start to quiver and another spurt from within her tries its luck, with the implicit force of it, though she manages to keep it at bay, enough to make her knees buckle as she grinds up against the tree in a hurry to fight off the pained rush of heat that grips her lowers with her body kicking and screaming as to why she had stopped halfway through. “Pity, really. Kids at Bentbranch loved him.”
The footsteps fade slowly, the other muttering something that not even Y’shtola has the range to make out under the sound of her own pulse, nor over the second hiss that sounds from between her legs, and concentrating over the new flood of warmth that gushes into her already half-filled hand is nigh impossible as it tips easily over the edge and pours loudly into the already sodden soil beneath her. The lancers, are, however and thankfully, too far gone to hear any of her miseries, and with her legs so spent that she could collapse and her heart clenched to her ribs as if it’s set to burst, she capitulates that she too is set to burst and rips her hand away from herself, irritatedly throwing the leftover pool of her release to the ground, and grips the tree behind her as she appeases her floodgates and lets loose back unto the ground beneath.
Her stream rips from her again, fierce and spiteful as it rattles against the dried puddle she’s formed, her nethers pulsating with now smaller washes of singed relief as the pressure to her belly sinks and sinks away. She takes half-joy in it, now having to wholly aim away from her tights in her stance and hurrying to urge it from herself as strongly as she can, synchronising her breaths with the pauses she takes between the heavy jets that tear from her.
And though there is half-joy in it, there is also half-spite, and by the time she’s through the more so unintentional squirts and weak streams that sound the coming of the end, her bladder has little left to give her but an aching wash of bliss that engulfs her lowers, she can’t help but pant relievedly that her ordeal has finally passed with naught but a wide puddle and a weak trickle to show for it.
Y’shtola swallows, the warm pooling of saliva in her mouth doing little to soothe the burning in her throat, and takes no time in grabbing her knickers and tights with her dry hand and yanking them back up to sit orderly about her hips as they should, dismissing any notion in the back of her mind that she should wipe herself dry with a leaf before doing so.
Stubborn, again, because the sensation of the final few dribbles of her bladder’s expenditure soaking into her knickers and bringing patches to hug damply against her labia is hardly pleasant, and when she stands up without the tree’s support, with her tights finally fastened to her hips, a small, reluctant squirt of piss leaks out of her and seeps happily along to soak the front of her pantalettes and mix into the short beginnings of her pubic hair.
Y’shtola curses her stars, but hasn’t the bother to adjust her knickers through her tights because she suspects, somehow, that will simply make things worse.
She keeps to her makedo sanctuary for no little longer, bearing back down upon the gates of Quarrymill in the close distance instead and happy to leave the puddled mess she’s made behind. Mayhaps her stubbornness had gotten the better of her, and mayhaps queueing in Buscarron’s would’ve saved her the trial of testing the old philosophy of a Miqo’te pissing in the woods and whether anyone would be there to hear them, but the forest isn’t the most insulting of places for Y’shtola to call a bathroom, after all, and she’s solely thankful she hadn’t sealed herself a fate of wetting herself in front of that patrol like she undoubtedly would have given the grace of the Twelve’s timing.
And, at the very least, she won’t be running her way into Quarrymill like a lost cat.
Or one that was bursting for a pee.
Edited October 9, 2021 by kelkuh
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Story suggested by @VaporFrog
A loud slurping sound could be head high in the woods of N. Sanity Beach. Sitting a top one of the tree branches was Tawna Bandicoot. In her hand was a can of Wumpa Juice she had just finished emptying.
"Ahh,that hit the spot." Tawna said she dropped the empty can in a trash bin below,which had a few more cans in it. Tawna jumped off the tree branch and stretched her arms.
"I'm so bored." Tawna said to herself. Life on N. Sanity beach had been pretty normal. Aside from the recent Grand Prix,not much had happened in recent weeks. With nothing else to do,Tawna decided to go for a walk along the Beach. She began thinking about what she could do. Maybe a date with Crash? He was always up to something crazy. Tawna sat down under a palm tree and leaned back. She stared at the ocean waves and eventually,her eyes closed.
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".....ugh...huh?" Tawna opened her eyes. She got up and rubbed them.
"I guess i must've fallen asleep. How long have i..." Tawna said. That's when she realized something. She now felt a bit of a pang in her abdomen. That must've been what woke her up.
"Man. Maybe i should've slowed down on the Wumpa Juice." Tawna said while feeling her abdomen. Tawna looked at the ocean below. She took a few steps towards the ocean,but then stopped.
"No. I didn't bring my swimsuit with me. Or a towel. I don't want to get these clothes wet." Tawna said. With that,she turned to the other option: the bushes. Despite being an animal,Tawna wasn't very fond of relieving herself in public. Getting unwanted attention from some of the island residents already made her feel awkward at times. She did not want to see someone staring at her while she was exposing her most private area. But the beach seemed to be empty,so Tawna decided that doing it here wouldn't hurt. She approached the bushes and looked around to absolutely make sure nobody was watching,she unbuttoned her shorts. Right as she was about to unzip her fly,the bushes began moving. Tawna quickly buttoned up her shorts and backed away from the bush. A crab crawled out of the bushes and looked at Tawna.
"Hi there. i was just..looking at this bush. It’s very beautiful.” Tawna said. The crab just stood there and stared at her without making any other movements. Tawna slowly backed away from the crab and didn’t look back. That crab didn’t look display any anthropomorphic qualities, but you never knew. Once she was far away from that bush she hid behind another one and was about to unbutton her shorts again. The bushes began rustling again and two more crabs came out of the bushes. Tawna backed away from it and went to another bush. But this time a skunk came out of the bushes. Tawna hastily backed away from it and sighed.
“Looks like the bushes aren’t an option now. I’ll just go visit Crash.” Tawna said.
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“Oh…forget the maybe. I SHOULDN’T have drank so much Wumpa juice.” Tawna said to herself. Surprised by how full her bladder had gotten on her way to Crash’s house. Upon seeing the door, she quickened her pace and lifted her hand. She knocked the door and waited.
…..And waited.
……And waited…..
…..But nobody came. Tawna knocked on the door again and waited. Her feet impatiently tapping against the sand below her. She knocked on the door again and let out a loud exhale while having her hands on her hips.
“Oh c’mon. Don’t tell me nobody’s home right now.” Tawna said as she knocked on the door again. Once again,no answer.
“Ugh…I guess I’ll have to go pee elsewhere.” Tawna said while she walked away from the door. With each step,she felt a twinge that had become difficult to ignore,even if she tried thinking about something else. She looked at the bushes once again and slowly approached them, but the sound of rustling quickly made her dismiss the idea of trying to squat behind a bush again. She ran her hand through her hair and continued looking for a spot to take care of her slowly growing need to pee.
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Unfortunately for Tawna, She had no luck finding a suitable place to relieve herself. The beach didn’t seem to have any bathrooms and the bushes were filled with creatures. Much like the crabs from earlier, they didn’t seem to be anthropomorphic, But looks can be deceiving. With nowhere to go, Tawna was now wandering inside the Jungle,following a path that helped her avoid all the hazards and the wildlife.
“Oh. I really need to go now.” Tawna said to herself. With nobody in sight, Tawna had placed her hands on her crotch. Occasionally stopping and squeezing to try and ease the pressure. It did work a little bit, but the pressure would still come back after a while.
“Relax Tawna, Just don’t think about it! Just ignore it!” Tawna said to herself with a smile. A smile that quickly disappeared once she heard a splash. She turned to look for the source of the noise and found several fish swimming through a flowing river. Tawna bit her lip, trying hard not to let out a moan.
“Of course it has to be difficult.” She said to herself as she continued walking. Suddenly, Tawna was snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of animals. Multiple animals ran past her. Tawna looked in front of her in confusion and what she saw nearly made her let out what she was trying to hold in. A giant boulder was rolling towards her and the creatures. Tawna quickly followed the animals. All of them using every bit of their energy to try and outrun the boulder. Being unable to cross her legs and her running motion made her bladder send some very powerful signals to her brain. Tawna placed on of her hands between her legs in order to try and ease the pressure while running but it didn’t seem to do very much.
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“*Phew*….i escaped.” Tawna said, trying to catch her breath after all that running. She hunched over and leaned against a tree. However, she quickly stood upright and jammed both of hands on her crotch. She crossed her legs and began squirming.
“Oh! I need to go so bad!” Tawna said. She looked behind her and looked at the trees and bushes that were all over the Jungle. She was really considering doing it right here, but the aforementioned fear of hidden wildlife made her think twice. And if that wasn’t enough, a sudden hiss from the bushes is what ultimately sealed her decision. She looked down and saw a snake sliding out of the bushes.
“….Nnnnnnnnnnnnnoooooooope!” Tawna said as she ran away from the snake. Eventually, another twinge in her bladder caused her to slow down. She crossed her legs tighter and shifted from one foot to the other.
“Oh! I don’t think I can hold it much longer! I need to find a bathroom now!” Tawna said as she speed walked out of the jungle.
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Tawna had finally found her way out of the jungle and she now found herself standing in front of another dirt road. A road familiar to Tawna, as this road is usually used for racing practice. Tawna’s eyes lit up. She had been on this road many times before and she knew there was a restroom there that she could use. She followed the road, trying to smile through the pressure she felt with each step. Eventually,She saw the back of an outhouse in the distance.
“Yes! Oh,Thank goodness! She said she continued walking while reaching out for the outhouse. She walked past the side and looked at the door with a smile. But her happiness turned to horror upon seeing a line in front of the bathroom. A line consisting of the trophy girls from the Racing Tournaments.
“H-Huh?!” Tawna let out.
“Oh! H-Hi Tawna. I hope you don’t have to go too badly right now.” Megumi said.
“We had a bit of a party just now and...Man does the Wumpa Juice really go through you.” Isabelle said. Their talking was briefly interrupted by the sound of the toilet flushing. The door opened and out if it came Coco Bandicoot,Crash’s Sister.
“Sorry for the wait,it’s all yours.” Coco said while exiting. She looked at Tawna and waved at her and then went on her way.
“Finally! Excuse me!” Liz said. She hastily entered the bathroom and closed the door. Tawna groaned and got in the back of the line of Desperate Bandicoots. Tawna let out another exhale and hastily looked around for something to distract her from her bladder pressuring her.
“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh….oh that feels good!” Liz moaned. Rather loudly to the chagrin of the other Bandicoots waiting for her.
“Hurry up,Liz! I’m about to wet myself here!” Ami said.
“We all are,sweetie.” Isabella said.
“Oh…hurry please!” Megumi said. Tawna groaned as she tried to ignore the moans and the sound of splashing water coming from the small house. She found it a bit embarrassing that the toilet she found seemed to have walls that weren’t very sound proof, but at this point she was so desperate she could take anywhere. And it seemed she was not the only one.
“Oh! I can’t take it anymore!” Megumi said as she ran out of the line. She went to the side of the porta potty,out of view of the other bandicoots in line. However, that didn’t stop from hearing her pull down her pants and trying to get into a good position. And soon that noise was replaced with.
“Ooooooooooooh……..” The remaining Bandicoots squirmed and crossed their legs. The sound of the two Bandicoots getting their much needed relief drove them crazy.
“Oh! Just a bit longer!” Tawna said as she shifted from one foot to the other. Another flush soon came from the toilet and Liz exited it with a very relieved expression.
“Oh! Pardon me!” Isabelle said as she hastily entered the bathroom.
“Hey…Where is-“ Liz said as she stopped to listen. She peeked to the side and took a few steps forward.
“STOP! DON’T LOOK!” Megumi said,startling Liz. Tawna scratched her head and let out another groan upon hearing another sigh of relief coming from the outhouse.
“Damn it,Isabella! Hurry up in there!” Ami said as she squirmed in place. Tawna just remained quiet and waited while her bladder was begin for release. Soon,another flush came from the toilet. A sight that would’ve made Tawna light up,had it not been for the fact that there was still another desperate bandicoot in front of her. Isabella exited the outhouse and Ami shoved her out of the way. She quickly shut the door,leaving Tawna as the only bandicoot left that had to pee.
“OOOOOOOOH…..YEAH……so good.” Ami moaned, Tawna bit her lip and crossed her legs even tighter.
“C’mon! Just a little longer!” Tawna said to herself. Being so close yet so far made it way more difficult for her to hold it in. And the watery sounds combined with the moaning coming from the toilet didn’t help.
“Please! I need to go now!” Tawna said out loud. As if the world had decided to throw her a bone,at that very moment,she heard a flush coming from the bathroom. Ami exited the bathroom a few seconds later and smiled.
“Man that felt so-OMPH!” She said as she got shoved by Tawna.
“Sorryamibutimdying!” Tawna hastily said as she closed the door. She hastily unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down along with her panties,a move that made her prematurely let out some urine. Tawna hastily sat on the toilet and in just a second,the small spurt had become a very powerful stream.
“Ahhhh! Finally! Oooooaaaaaah……” Tawna moaned as her leaned her back against the toilet, leaving her legs wide open to reveal the powerful stream cascading out of her bladder. And Tawna was loving every second of it,Her arms collapsed and she tilted her head sideways while her eyes closed. She let out another sigh as her bladder continued to shrink. Her stream continued until after about half a minute. It turned into a trickle and then completely stopped. Tawna let out one last satisfied sigh and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe herself. After finally taking care of everything,she washed her hands and flushed the toilet. She exited the bathroom looking just as relieved as the other girls. The girls remained silent until Megumi spoke up.
“…..Okay. I think we all learned a lesson today.”
“………Don’t drink multiple cans of Wumpa Juice?” Tawna asked.
“….Yeah.” Megumi replied.
“That might be a little difficult. It’s a pretty delicious drink.” Isabella said. Which al the Bandicoots agreed with. Tawna giggled and walked away.
“Hey. Where are you going?” Liz asked.
“I’m going back to the Beach. I want to sit down and relax after the walk I’ve been through just now.” Tawna replied. The other Bandicoots looked at her with confusion.
Edited October 9, 2021 by OmoGamer32
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Here’s a recounting of a delicious memory of about a dozen close friends peeing together over a span of about 4 to 5 hours on a boat, a small jon boat with one level, meant for about 5 people, no bathroom.
I was 16 at the time, in high school, as was my step-sister Cassie. Cassie was friend’s with a pretty, exchange student from Spain named Sandra. Sandra looked a LOT like the french model named Laura Frisson, in terms both of her thin, sexy frame as well as her pretty face, light caramel skin tone, pert behind…
My buddy John and his dad liked to go fishing on a large lake about twenty minute’s drive from where we lived, and that day, my dad and I decided to join them, as we often did, for this fishing trip. The difference this time, however, was that my sister (step-sister) Cassie decided to join us this time with Sandra towing along, Cassie wanting to show Sandra around the different parts of the state for the first time (Rhode Island), and Sarah having been apparently intrigued by the sound of a day at the lake.
John and I drove together in one car. John’s dad was a CFO of a fairly large company, and had done very well for himself, however, as a family, the Maxwell’s were extremely modest and frugal with their money, and enjoyed simple activities like fishing on the lake, on what was actually a fairly small jon boat. When we pulled up to the lake today, there was my dad and John loading a large, and heavy looking, by the way they struggled, cooler onto the boat. There was an unfamiliar face on the boat today, too, a pretty-faced blonde woman, who looked a lot like Megyn Kelly (American news anchor on Fox News for years) in the face, and she was wearing beige business pants and a navy blue top, looking like she was dressed for work at the office all day long and had come straight here after work.
John parked the car and we got out, approached the boat.
“Hey guys, Sharryl this is my son.” said John’s dad.
“And that’s my son” said my own father, motioning to me.
“Hi, I’m Sharryl, I’m new to town, I work in the same office as your dad.” Sharryl said to John with a big wide smile.
John’s dad was recently divorced, and was on the prowl apparently. John and I stepped onto the boat with our dads and Sharryl. John shook Sharryl’s hand. Sharryl looked about thirty-six (John’s dad was 55) was very pretty, had shoulder length blonde hair, and had a professional vibe about her as she beamed John her brightest smile, shaking his hand. I couldn’t help but notice meanwhile that Sharryl’s pants were quite tight on her lean, fit looking legs, and I couldn’t help but wonder what her behind looked like, and was looking forward to a moment where she hopefully turned around and afforded us a glance.
“I’m Alex” I said, as I shook Sharryl’s hand next.
“Alex, Sharryl, pleased to meet you.” She said. Then it happened, she turned around. Her tight pants clung to her nicely rounded behind. John glanced over at me with BIG eyes, motioning with his eyes to Sharryl, and her nice rear end.
“So tell me what this is all about” she said, turning back to us, looking over her shoulder with a smile. Her butt looked reallyyyy nice, it was so round and fit, yet still womanly, looking a lot like Brianna Love’s nice womanly ass, and her tight beige pants clung to every curve of this woman’s delicious behind.
I quickly looked up. She noticed me staring, but sighed, seemed patient.
“What’s that?” John asked.
“The fisherman’s life! Tell me about it!” Sharryl exclaimed.
“Oh” John started to explain how long he’d been fishing, freshwater vs saltwater, etc, making small talk with his dad and Sharryl. My dad meanwhile asked me.
“Where’s your sister? She was supposed to bring that Spanish student to the lake with us? Oh, nevermind, here they are.”
My sister’s SUV pulled into the lake parking lot. My sister and Sandra out of the car, wearing bikini tops and towels wrapped around their wastes.
“Whoah, didn’t know it was bikini day! Okay!” John’s dad exclaimed.
“It’s a day at the lake, one of the last nice days of the summer, might as well make it count.” said my sister Cassie as the two girls stepped onto the jon boat with us. They took their towels off. A word on Cassie, Cassie was extremely fit and very sexy and had a quite large, but toned, butt that was a lot like the youtuber Vantoee, but I had long ago trained myself against seeing Cassie as sexy, as she was my stepsister and was practically family. But I noticed that John’s dad got a long look at my sister as she removed her towel and showed her full, bikini clad figure. Sandra removed her towel as well, and there was a brief moment of awkward silence as we all collectively, and individually, stifled a moan at the sight of this slender girl’s micro-bikini. Her bikini bottom was incredibly small, and very tight, it was tight enough to show camel-toe, and seemed inappropriately too small, a micro bikini for sure, her camel-toe proudly displayed this sexy young Spaniard’s beautifully pert pussy lips through her dark green, bikini bottoms. She turned and bent over, looking into the lake with a smile. Her bikini bottoms round tight against her little pussy slit showing up underneath her delicious bottom. Her butt was small, butt perfectly bubbly and sexy, her butt looking like Laura Frisson’s famous butt, as well as her face. Sandra’s spicy Spanish accent was as bubbly and as sexy as her pert behind, this Laura Frisson doppleganger.
Sharryl at once got a very angry look on her face, seeing my sister and Sandra in their bikinis. (Was she threatened? She was hot, but was in her forties, sexy in a milf way, and here were too late teens in bikinis, trapped on the same boat with the boys). Sharryl quickly wiped the sour expression from her face as she introduced herself to the girls.
Soon we were out fishing, laughing, joking, chatting, carousing together on the boat, drinking beers and canned long-island iced teas from the cooler. Our dads were quite cool and allowed us teenagers to drink with them, knowing they’d be hypocrites not to, as they were known for their teenaged party years and had regaled us with dozens of stories by that point of “the good old days”.
John kept eyeballing my sister in her bikini, and got a long hard look at her big round ass every time she turned around. This annoyed me slightly, but what was I to do? John was just a normal guy like any other guy, and Cassie was attractive, after all. Sandra was enjoying her afternoon with us, and her sexy Spanish accent even seemed to infect her laughter. Her glorious smile showed every time she let out her pretty, bellowing laughter, a pretty girl for sure, it a tight, green micro-bikini.
Sharryl meanwhile was enjoying herself, but was trying to keep professional, as she was older than the girls and me and John and was still new to town and to John’s dad’s office, and wanted to keep up composure, in spite of her slowly growing inebriation (she’d had two long island iced teas by now). She told us tales of idiosyncratic court cases she had worked in the past, i.e. a cat lady that murdered her husband and blamed her cats, etc. At some point however, I noticed that Sharryl had gotten quite, her expression looking slightly anxious, restless, and she had taken to allowing her distracted gaze to drift out to the shore of the lake, as if longing to return…
Sharryl was periodically shifting her weight back and forth between her two long, beige pant suit panted legs, and was subtly, but rapidly bouncing her thigh as she switched back and forth between legs. Her expression looking tense, I could tell that the iced teas had caught up to Sharryl and that she needed to pee and let the tea back out, but where?! She was stuck on the boat! No bathroom! Just the lake, that gently murmuring, rippling water surrounding this poor woman in all directions.
The time passed, another forty minutes now, and Sharryl’s quivering thigh bouncing had increased in it’s speed and urgency. Nobody but me seemed to notice, however, and I genuinely felt bad for Sharryl as I watched her struggle to maintain her composure of relaxed yet professional engagement with my dad and John’s dad’s conversation. Sharryl had her arms folded across her chest, and she had to force a smile on her verrrry anxious looking face as she talked with the dads. Right leg, left leg, cross legs over here, curtsy there, but never let the men know she desperately needed to urinate, that seemed to be the name of the game written across Sharryl’s pained-looking face. A bead of sweat streamed from her forehead. Her leg muscles were tensing tightly, and she kept kept kept glancing longingly at the forested shore of the lake, as if dying to somehow leap the ten meters distance so that she could urgently dive behind a tree, remove her tight dress pants, and finally let loose. Sharryl needed to PEE, but she was new to town, trapped on a boat, wanted to impress everyone and maintain her professional status, and so was determined to keep a forced smile on her face and try try try to focus on what the two adult men were talking to her about, but she looked genuinely nervous, nearly frantic as she silently and subtly quivered with the need to piss. We had been on the boat for just over two hours and fifteen minutes now, not a short time for a slim woman’s bladder. Sharryl had stepped out of her shoes on the boat, and I saw her toes curling so tightly they were turning white, such was this woman’s desperate struggle to hold her bladder’s contents. I was so distracted watching Sharryl’s silent suffering that I hadn’t noticed Cassie’s, as when I finally decided to look away from the poor, suffering Sharryl, I noticed that Cassie was sitting down on the edge of the boat, had her legs crossed over one another, and her top leg was actually bouncing with considerable vigor. Cassie also had an anxious expression on her face, and definitely needed to pee! but looked determined to keep herself distracted with what John was talking to her about, as he flirted with Cassie and fished at the same time, trying to show off his fishing techniques.
At some point, my dad opened another beer, and it fizzled, frothed, and foamed over the edge of the bottle, the carbonation having gotten shaken up somehow, as the majority spilled onto the boat’s floor.
“Ohhh” Sharryl quietly whimpered with a strained-sounding voice, sounding like a desperate little girl, this late thirties woman, as her hands shot down to the sides of her pant suit pants, gripping the fabric tightly.
Cassie also shot up from her seat on the side of the boat, standing as her gaze was locked onto the foaming yellow liquid on the floor of the boat, looking a lot like a puddle of piss, something these two women were trying to keep off of their minds. Cassie quickly turned away and looked off at the shore of the lake, her legs straightening, fighting, shaking. Cassie sighed in frustration for a moment as she bounced on the spot, but didn’t say anything.
Sharryl meanwhile had taken to pacing in small circles on her side of the boat. She couldn’t stand still for a moment, and her beautiful butt cheeks quivered under tight beige fabric as her body tensed and shook with the effort Sharryl was making NOT to pee. My and John’s drunken dad didn’t even seem to notice this poor woman’s plight. My dad held what was left of his spilled beer out for Sharryl.
“Here, Sharryl, finish it off.” He stuck the bottle out into Sharryl’s face, practically, the glass bottle still DRIPPING. Sharryl let out a subtle “ughh” between desperately hanging open lips, her eyebrows furrowing with worry in her eyes as she struggled to make her hand grab the dripping bottle. Sharryl quickly chugged the remaining third of the beer, left in the bottle, as if giving herself no time to rethink the move. How could she take in MORE beer?! This woman’s vagina was about to BLAST OFF, given her shaky, bodily antics. She was walking in place here, tensing her thighs there, tensing her beautifully round, womanly buttocks, breathing loudly through her teeth, gazing at the shore, the trees, so close and yet so far away…
I was developing the need to pee by now too, we’d been on this boat for almost three hours now, and magically nobody had peed yet. Nobody had even mentioned needing the bathroom yet. I began to wonder how the pretty young Spaniard girl Sandra was holding up, she’d been drinking just as much after all. I noticed that she was balanced on one leg, was moving up and down slightly, and that her slim stomach looked MUCH more rounded now. She had a slightly frustrated expression on her face, too. This was totally unfair, I thought. None of these females had been warned about the endurance and patience of a seasoned fisherman, and John just kept his gaze out on his fishing line as he waited and waited for a bite. My and his father watched the line for long periods of time, too.
Cassie was smiling and enjoying the fishing show too, as John displayed his casting skills, but still, at low moments where not a whole lot was happening, she would step from foot to foot, and I was having a hard time not noticing my step-sister’s large, shaking, bikini-clad ass as she quivered and shook her weight from foot to foot. Sandra sighed in seeming anger as she kept her focused gaze on the water and on John’s fishing line. “Atta boy, John, we’ll get a bite, don’t worry.” his dad said. Cassie’s breathing was growing louder, huffier and puffier, as she was continuously letting out frustrated sounding sighs, and she had taken to crossing her legs too, keeping her arms folded across her chest. Sandra sighed frustrated sounding sighs from time to time too as she rested her weight on her left leg, now her right, leg, now her left, now her right. I looked down. Sandra’s toes were curling beside my sister’s curling toes.
I looked back over to Sharryl, she behind everyone, leaning on the edge of the boat, her legs were crossed tightly, her face hotly flushed a rosy red color, and she breathed loudly through clenched teeth, looking with strain in her eyes at the shore as she turned longingly over her shoulder to the woods on the land. This was so not fair for her, and so not cool for her, she was new to town, new to the office, was professionally dressed in tight beige pants and stylish professional navy blue top, and wanted to make a good impression, especially on John’s dad, and here she was longing to pull her pants down and PISS off the edge of the boat into the water, but couldn’t very well do that in front of several teenagers, could she? Not the professional type of woman she was, but boy oh boy did Sharrly need to pee, badly.
Cassie beside me meanwhile, couldn’t stand still on one leg. Sandra had her dark, thick Spanish eyebrows furrowed in focus as her toes curled tightly and her thin thighs contracted and relaxed, contracted and relaxed, stepped in place subtly between her two feet, toes curling again when she stood in place on her thin, toned legs. Sandra’s buttcheeks were quivering slightly under the edge of her tight green micro-bikini, and I had grown a hard, massive erection in my shorts as I watched these desperate women’s silent, suffering, frantic antics.
Suddenly, a precursor! An icebreaker! A release of tension! At three hours and fifteen minutes of endurance, finally, somebody, John, backed up from the boat’s edge, “take this real quick, sorry guys gotta do this” said John, very casually as he handed me the fishing rod. He proceeded, with casually grace, to reach down and remove himself from his pants as he stepped back up to the boat’s edge, cock in hand, and began pissing…LOUDLY into the water.
“Oh!” Sharryl exclaimed as her hand quickly flew to her crotch, giving it a tight squeeze before quickly her hand away, stepping rapidly from foot to foot, nobody noticing however, as they were distracted with.
“Oh my god!” Cassie exclaimed as she grabbed her crotch with her right hand and kept it there, as she stepped frantically from foot to foot. “Not cool, John. Oh goddddd” Cassie desperately whimpered, squeezing her bikini-clad pussy with real strength, a desperate gesture. Meanwhle Sandra was grabbing the sides of her bikini bottoms, as if ready to pull them down, as she backed up towards the edge of the boat.
“Whoah, what are you doing Sandra?” asked John’s dad.
“I need to pee too”, she said. Sharryl’s face winced at the word, pee. She scrunched up her face, turned away from the group, her right hand moving towards her crotch, giving it a brief, tight squeeze through her pants, her gloriously round ass shaking with the tense, frantic movements of her legs.
“Yeah so do I.” said Cassie, letting go of her crotch, her face blushing red.
“Well surely you girls can wait til we’re back to shore, you're grown ups.” said my dad with a chuckle. “It’s different for guys, we can face away and let loose, for a girl it’s totally inappropriate just cause of how God made us. John’s dad laughed hearing this.
Cassie sighed in frustration, relegated to holding it, accepting her fate of waiting desperately for their return to shore, to their car, to the drive home, finally yanking her bikini bottoms down as she sits her big round ass on the toilet seat.
“Okay, well I do not see that as fair” Sandra protested in her sexy Spanish accent. “And besides, if we’re all adults here, than I don’t see why we can’t grow up and accept that girls pee, too. Seems immature to me”
“Well, first she wants to show up in a swim suit and now she wants to take it off? Well okay then everyone turn around and let her go.” John’s dad said.
Sandra looked angrily at John’s dad at this comment.
“Okay, well it could have just been a matter of fact type of thing, that girls pee too, and now you’ve gone and made a big deal out of nothing.” Sandra said as she stepped back and forth from foot to foot, crossing her arms over her chest. Her camel-toe was tensing under this Spaniard’s tight bikini as her vagina fought back the flood of urine. “It’s been more than three hours, and eventually girls need to pee, and it’s inconsiderate of you to keep us girls here, no bathroom, and then prevent us from peeing, but if it has to made into a big deal, which is very American, than I guess I can hold it.” Sandra said. Sharryl was still holding herself, but let go of herself now, turning back to the group.
Sandra looked back out over the water. Her toes curled inward. Cassie moaned in frustration, removing her hands from her crotch.
“No, actually, I’m doing this, in my country when we need to pee we need to pee, and I won’t be controlled like a pet. I’m sorry, but I need to pee right now, and we’ve all been to sex ed and I frankly don't care if your American eyes see me or not” Sandra backed up to the edge of the boat and peeled down her tight bikini bottoms in one motion before everybody. Everyone’s eyes were immediately drawn, in spite of ourselves, to this beautiful young Spaniard’s tight, tiny little pussy, shaved bare, save for a landing strip of pubic hair that ran along her swollen bladder’s caramel skin to her beautiful, young woman’s, wet, bulging little slit as she slid her round, teenaged little butt off the boats corner railing and let out a satisfying sigh of relief as…
PISS SPLASHING into the WATER. “Oh, que rico.” Sandra uttered as she peed noisily into the water below her tight round ass, holding the rail with her hands for support.
The loud splashing was apparently too much for Cassie, however, as,
“Oh my god I have to pee so badly, Im sorry, I cant wait!” Cassie moaned aloud as she quickly rushed to the railing closest to her, between Sandra and myself, but as this was not the corner, Cassie struggled to find a pattern of footing that allowed her to balance herself.
“Oh god!” she exclaimed. She couldn’t balance off the side and was too embarrassed to pull her bottoms down until she was confidently positioned with her butt over the edge of the boat, but she needed the corner. She was frantically trying to find a position where she could balance, but couldn’t. She frantically stuck her hand out towards me.
“Alex! Please!” Cassie yelled shaking her hand out at me. “Help me balance!” I grabbed my sister’s hand and held her bodyweight balanced towards me so that she could sit over the edge of the boat and balance. Her hand tensely, tightly grabbed mine as Cassie fought to balance in a seated position, and once balanced she whimpered loudly with a childlike, strained voice, as her other hand struggled to pull her bikini bottoms to the side of her vagina, forgetting that her bikini was still on. Her free hand fought to pull her tight bikini away to the side as I got an eyeful of my step-sisters, puffy pink pussy as her hand fought to pull her bikini to the side. Her pussy finally free, my sister starts pissing a TORRENT into the water below. Cassie’s hand tensed and relaxed in perfect unison with her sighs of relief and the vibrations of her slowly deflating, female bladder. It was as if she was guiding me through an educational tutorial on the exact capacity, milliliter by milliliter as she emptied her bladder into the water below, her hand muscles in harmonious muscle contraction with her bladder contractions, pushing out Cassie’s piss. My sister kept her eyes closed and her mouth hanging open, loudly exhaling “Ahhhhhhhh”s and “Oh god”s with utter relief, as I held her hand tightly to keep my dear sister balanced. Sandra was also letting out lots of sexy, Spanish sounds “oooooh”s as she voided her bladder’s contents into the water, squatting just beside Cassie with her eyes closed. I looked down at these two girls, doing their thing, two tight, pissing pussies, one a tan Spanish one with a landing strip, and Cassie’s a pale Anlgo-Saxon pink pussy, bikini still held tightly to the side with her free hand, with a slight bush. My sister’s hand gripped mine tightly for support. It was incredibly erotic, feeling my sister’s hand tense and relax as she peed, her grip gradually becoming looser and more restful as she was nearing the end of her long held piss. Cassie opened her eyes, looked into mine, just laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation. “Thank you” she said to me, still peeing noisily. “God, I had to pee”.
Sharryl meanwhile was staring longingly at these two pissing, teenaged girls with sheer envy and longing in her eyes. Her legs tense, she again turned away from the group and clutched her crotch tightly. She needed to pee, and it was so not fair that she was expected to hold it while these two girls peed loudly into the lake, moaning with relief.
Sandra finished peeing first finally, and pulled herself back onto the boat before, slowly, meticulously reapplying her bikini bottom, with care and attention to detail, back over her tight, bare pussy, and around her hips. “So much better” Sandra said.
And just as my sister finished peeing and let her bikini snap back over her pussy, my dad and John, cruelly began pissing off the edge of the boat. “well tis the season, I guess!” one of them quipped before we all laughed.
“Oh God!” Sharryl whimpered quietly. She looked like she was about to cry, her breathing was pained and panicky, and she kept bringing her legs across her abdomen, before switching legs and doing the same. Sharryl so desperately needed to urinate, and I watched this milt’s gorgeous round ass bounce as she stepped in place whenever no one was looking.
Sandra grabbed another beer from the cooler and cracked it open.
Suddenly, her hands grabbed the side of her pants, was Sharryl finally gonna do it? Pull down her pants and pee? Part of me was hoping she would, she deserved the relief after holding it so long. She let go of her pants however, clearly reconsidering. She was a grown woman, she could hold it.
“You guys don’t need to pee? Alex?” my dad asked me.
“Im good” I lied. I could still hold on, and I somehow oddly felt like I should for empathy for Sharryl, somehow.
“Sharryl?” my dad asked.
“What?” whimpered Sharryl, springing up, forcing a plastered smile on her face as she addressed my dad.
“Do you need to pee?” asked my dad. Point blank, what an embarrassing question!
“Im fine.” Sharryl said through fake-smiling teeth. My dad grabbed the fishing rod, “let me have a spin” he said, as he cast the line out, John’s relieved dad watching beside him, starting to make small talk about rubber bait vs live bait or something or another.
No you’re not, I thought to myself about Sharryl, desperately holding in her pee. Still needing to pee somewhat urgently, Im going to make this interesting, I thought to myself.
I approached Sharryl from across the boat, deciding now, of all times, was my chance to make small talk with this Megyn Kelly lookalike woman who currently desperately needed to PISS like a goddamn RACEHORSE. She had her fingers inside the sides of her pants again. She was gonna do it, pull her pants down and finally peeeeeee, but then she caught me glance, saw me approaching her with a smile, she quickly let go of her pants.
“So you’re new to town?” I asked with a smile.
Sharryl looked longingly into my eyes, with pain in hers. She just wanted to pee, this wasn’t fair. She started stepping subtly from foot to foot as she locked her eye’s gaze with mine.
“Yes, just a couple of weeks ago.” Sharryl said, looking for a moment over to the shore anxiously. Her stepping was subtle and her hands rested beside her thighs. She clearly wanted to grab herself but prevented herself from doing that in front of me.
“You must work a lot, in court and out of court, with your clients, right? What do you like so much about a lawyer?” I asked, feigning ignorance about Sharryl’s desperate plight.
“Well, I’ve always been good at arguing.” her voice was trailing up at the end of her sentences, sounding anxious. “and so I said, why not do it for a living?” her voice was strained, sounding like a desperate schoolgirl who needed to piss, and she was breathing loudly through clenched teeth in between talking. She couldn’t stand still either. She grabbed her pants at the sides again, ready to pull them down, but she quickly pulled her hands away again. She was trying not to show that she needed to piss like a racehorse, but was failing to conceal her need.
“And sometimes you just wanna let loose, right?” I asked.
“Uhhhh” Sharryl moaned at the words “let loose”, and grabbed me by the shoulders, tightly.
“I’m sorry” she said, letting go, stepping from foot to foot as she reached down and squeezed herself tightly at the crotch for a loooong moment. She looked into my eyes, and I was taken aback by what I saw. “Please” she said, “I, I don’t want to do it in front of them, but I’ve never needed to pee so badly in my life. I don't know what to do.” she whispered quietly to me as she looked directly into my eyes, her desperate gaze locking with mine as she squeezed her crotch with one hand her other hand floating and tensing nearby her crotch. I looked at this damsel in distress, this beautiful blonde professional lawyer lady who’d been forced into this embarrassing situation in her work clothes. She looked so hot, but so distressed, I wanted to lean in and kiss her, but instead, I leaned in and whispered the only thing I could think to say in this heated, erotic moment,
“You’re not alone, do it with me.” I said as directly in front of her, no one else paying attention, I reached down and removed by throbbing cock from my pants. In the heat of that moment, I acted with animalistic lust for this professional lady as with one quick, sweeping motion, I grabbed her free hand and forced it over into my cock making her hand touch it! With quick surprise in her eyes, not knowing fully what she was doing, she hand did what any female’s hand would naturally in that second with an aroused male directly before her. She squeezed my hard cock with her free hand for a second, feeling the girth, feeling the veins, feeling the hardness, before quickly letting go as I shoved her hand away, lest we be caught in this outrageous act, as I aimed myself off the boat’s railing and let loose, I started peeing and peeing into the water.
“I cant wait!” Sharrl yelled loudly, yanking her pants down. This woman’s butt was incredibly nice, naked. She perched over the edge of the boat, but like Cassie;s predicament earlier, Sharryl couldn’t find her balance.
“Whoah! Sharryl! What are you doing?!” exclaimed John’s dad as he saw Sharryl with her pants pulled down, her blonde bush on display now in front of several teenagers and two grown men, all the while I stood beside her emptying my full bladder loudly into the lake.. Professionalism had evaporated from Sharryl’s tone now.
“I have to pee goddamnit!” Sharyl cried in shame and frustration as she struggled to find her footing and her balance with her beige pant suit pants and panties pulled down around her knees, a third vagina on display this afternoon.
“aghh!” She yelled. She didn’t know what to do, the railing and height of this boat made it nearly impossible for a woman to balance on the edge with he butt far enough out to successfully pee. Cassie had struggled earlier, and now Sharryl’s blonde haired pussy was starting to leak as her face was inflamed with blushing, red, embarrassment. Everyone turned away from Sharryl’s struggle, not quite believing it.
“Please help me!” she pleaded with me as I continued peeing, cock in hand.
“How?!” I asked, not knowing what to do, but before she or I could say another word, she grabbed me with her hands on my back, just below my shoulder blades and attempted to use my body for balance support, however this meant she had to center herself in front of me for real balance and so without asking, without knowing what else to do, and me not knowing what to say, Sharryl quickly centered herself in front of me, her hands gripping my back for support, as my torrent of urine continued streaming below her and below the railing, into the water below. Directly in front of me, her gaze meeting mine, still clutching my back to hold herself balanced over the railing’s edge, and so having no free hands to hold herself Sharryl whimpered the shaky, high-pitched whimper of a little girl, as her blonde pussy issued a rocket-ship-like TORRENT of hot, girl pee, just below her pulled down pants, STRAIGHT ONTO MY HARD, PISSING COCK!
“Oh god, I’m sorry!” Sharryl whimpered as she continued to PISS UNCONTROLLABLY right onto my dick! her urine splashing off of my engorged shaft for like THREE SECONDS! It took every ounce of strength I had not to grab this woman behind her back and pull her tight, pissing cunt right onto my hardened shaft.
But Sharryl quickly shimmied her butt over the railing as her stream SPLASHED against mine, creating a cascading wall of urine that splashed into the water below.
“WHOAH! What’s going on with the two of you?!!!” My dad yelled, as everyone turned and saw the sight of Sharrly holding me on both sides behind my back, both of us peeing in loud harmony with each other.
“I couldn’t hold it, and I couldn’t balance” was all Sharryl managed to say, looking back over my shoulders at a bunch of appalled looking eyeballs. “I’m sorry, it just feels so good to be peeing. Please give me a minute to finish” Sharryl said, closing her eyes. I looked down at this woman’s pissing pussy, a firehose-like torrent escaping from her blonde-haired slit. I so so so badly wanted to just plunge straight forward and upward and shove my hardened cock into Sharryl, but that was just teenaged hormonal lust whispering dirty impulses to my brain. Sharryl’s grip on my back tightened and softened as this lady peed and peed. Her vagina was beautiful and so was her face, her mouth hanging wide open, letting out her long restrained, “AHHHHHHH”s and later, towards the end of her blissful peeing a “so much better”.
“Well I couldn’t balance, either, I know how she feels” said Cassie, and everyone burst out laughing with comic relief.
There came a moment where I was done peeing, but Sharryl was still going steady, still holding me for balance. Her hands were slowly slipping from my back, however. She opened her eyes and looked at me as I grabbed myself. Her eyes went down to my penis unabashedly as I struggled to tuck my hardened member into my pants. Sharryl was still peeing. “Please grab me” she whispered, her grip slipping more. I grabbed Sharryl’s arms, holding her balanced, her grip on my back relaxing now as she continued to pee into the water. This woman really had to go, I thought. Her blonde pussy just kept pissing. She looked me in the eyes again. “Thank you.” She said, now looking a little bit ashamed, as her relief brought back her awareness of where she was and what she was doing. No one else seemed to care any more, but she laughed as her gaze met mine again. “I really needed to pee, thank you for helping me” she chuckled as I continued to hold this woman balanced over the railing. Finally her stream trailed off to a trickle for another ten-fifteen seconds, before dying off. “Pull me in” she said, as I pulled her back in from over the water, her shimmying her buttcheecks forward on the rail.
Just when I thought the whole episode was over, still incredibly turned on, she said “Thank you” once more, pulled her underwear and pants back up and brought her lips to my ear.
“Gorgeous cock” she whispered very quietly as she walked past me to join the others again after her embarrassing ordeal. She and I didn’t acknowledge anything erotic or unusual between each other for the rest of the fishing trip, though, and now that we had all peed, everyone was much more relaxed.
Finally we went back to shore after another half hour or so. I saw Sharryl once or twice more with John’s dad after that, but we again never acknowledged anything about that fateful fishing outing. Soon she stopped dating John’s dad and that was it for me ever seeing her again, but I still enjoy a good self-sufficiency session remembering these gorgeous bursting ladies, and especially the feeling of having a woman in her thirties forced, by circumstance to PISS onto my hardened, teenaged cock. What a day it was to remember. |
The other week my SO and I worked on a pixel animation of a wetting and messing incident. After we were done I decided to write a short story to match the animation, so here is that story.
I've edited the pixel animation to just be the wetting incident, and I'll try to post it here (as I believe the messing accident would be against the rules for the site).
May Holdall is Trapped On The Job
Part 1: Drip Coffee
Desperation, Wetting
The breakfast rush at the Tiki-Time Bikini Hut was finally over. The long line of cars in the early morning would pile in on both sides of the little bikini barista shop, on its little corner lot by a gas station. The customers drove up and ordered drinks with ridiculous themed names like the Luau Latte, tapped the hula girl before putting money in the tip cup, and most importantly of all they ogled the young women who worked the stand in bright bikinis.
But today’s breakfast rush had been worse than usual. While there were usually two ladies working the Tiki-Time, able to support each other and give their opposite a break if necessary, Alice called in sick at the last moment. That left May to work the stand all alone, through the rush, hours of work with no relief.
Relief was the key word on May’s mind as the last car drove off. That morning she made herself a massive coffee as she was prepping the Hut to open for the morning. Then as the cascade of calls came in from Alice, her boss, and other coworkers saying they couldn’t replace her, May downed her coffee out of nervous habit. By the time she was done with the first few cars, she already knew she was going to need a bathroom break eventually. She didn’t have the option to just close her window and let Alice handle the rest of the load either.
Worse than that, even on a slow day where she drank her drink over the course of the day, Mary’s morning coffee had the bad habit of waking up her bowels. Usually it wasn’t a problem, she could ignore the rumblings and stomach pressure for long enough to run to the restroom at the gas station or supermarket. She was a healthy girl, and while she would never dream of describing her movements to anyone but a medical professional, her productions were could be described as ‘a bane to toilets’.
So today, alone through the rush, May had relief on her mind. Even the smallest movements made the sloshing of her bladder obvious, and there was a second problem that she definitely needed to void as soon as she could. All she had to do was close up the window for a bit. Even if Eddie, the owner, wouldn’t like missing a few customers, it was a better option than May making a mess in the hut.
May took a sigh of relief, and reached up to grab the shutter to pull it down, when she heard a loud honk from a car. Her stomach jumped, and a tingle went through her body, but she shook it off and looked to see the approaching car. If it was just one order she could bang it out and then go find the relief her bladder needed.
Then she saw a grey coupe approaching with a little raccoon tail tied to the antennae, and she felt a chill in the air.
It was Tony, aka Tony the Talker. He was an older man that every employee of the Tiki-Time knew by name. While creepers were a common problem when you had to have your cleavage out for every customer you served, Tony was a different problem. He seemed to think that the best way to make the girls at the Tiki-Time like him was to tell them every asinine thing that happened to him since he last saw them. He was a fisher and hunter, had a little garden in his yard, and May knew the full details of every catch, kill, and harvest the old man had for the last few years.
While May wanted nothing more than to close the door in Tony’s face and walk away, Tony and Eddie were also great friends. Julie was one of the best workers at the Tiki-Time a few months ago, but she made the mistake of letting out one heavy sigh while dealing with Tony and a week later she was fired for ‘not respecting customers or showing proper dedication to customer service.’ This was the same Julie who once leaped out the window to do CPR on a choking customer. To keep it simple, everyone was on their best behavior around Tony.
His car came to a slow stop, and May gave him a wide smile and a little nod. Tony’s eyes were already on her chest. He was usually respectful to start, but his eyes did wander.
“Little May, they have a pretty young lady like you working all by yourself? That’s a shame.”
May shrugged, making sure to push her assets forward as her shoulders came up and in. She kept smiling, but she was squeezing her thighs in as well. She was so close to being able to walk over to the bathroom, and her bladder knew it. She squeezed everything below her waist, and could feel the pang from the pressure as her body warned her not to let this go on for long.
“I’m just doing my best. What can I get for you today, Tony?” She said.
He let out a slow laugh, and made a point of slowly going over the menu. While the sign was about chest level for most of the girls, at May’s height it was obvious when Tony’s eyes would dart between the prices and then down to her cleavage. She was a good head or two shorter than most of the girls, and they were already generally short. As Tony put it in one of his creepier moments, she was ‘fun sized’.
May kept her thighs squeezed tight as he reviewed the prices. She smiled, leaning over the counter just a bit to hopefully keep him content. She just needed him to choose an item, and she would be free.
“You know, Little May, the price on the hot chocolate always reminds me of my boat, I’ve told you about my boat right?
May suppressed a scream as she nodded. He was going to go into a boat story, now, while she was holding back the flood of her whole extra large coffee demanding to meet the carpet. All she could do is squeeze her legs and hold on to for dear life, trying to make sure he didn’t notice her predicament. She felt a wave of desperation come over her, and she switched from one leg to another, in some vain attempt to make her body think she was at least on the way to solve the problem.
But he was still talking. She could barely make out what he was saying, but she knew she wasn’t going to get a word in. She focused on nodding her head, looking attentive, and containing the torrent between her legs. When moving her legs became too much of a reminder that she wasn’t going anywhere, she stamped both her feet down, brought her knees together, and squeezed her thighs and buttocks together as tight as she could. She could hold, she had to hold, because the alternative was humiliating to even think about. It was just a conversation with an old man, she could last that much longer, and then waddle across the parking lot to find sweet relief.
“…she doesn’t go that fast anymore, but you should have seen her back when I first got her. Maybe one of these days I could take you and some of the other ladies out there, you would love the sound of the waves lapping against the side of the boat…”
Even knowing he was talking about bodies of water was like a slow drip of liquid in May’s mind. He kept droning on, and his words crashed against her like wave after wave. She took slow breaths through her nose, and squeezed for all she could. Her muscles were already tired from the rush. She didn’t have to worry about it before, she was going to be free and clear, but now her legs were wavering as she focused all of her power to one small area. She couldn’t let the dam burst. If she didn’t, it wasn’t like she could hide it. Her ‘uniform’, if you could call it that, was just a thong that was riding so far up her ass that it was a wonder to her it didn’t come out a new more earthy color in the afternoons. She would soak it immediately, the material would dampen and sag, and it would all come pouring down her legs and soak into her white thigh-highs that she thought were a cute choice for the day.
She snapped herself back to attention. Her thoughts were turning to doom, she was on the verge of giving up. She had to hold on, even if Tony refused to shut the hell up. She was a grown woman, no matter how often Tony called her ‘little’. She wasn’t going to leak, make a mess, or anything else. She was going to hold out and then when he left she was going to slam the gate in the face of any other idiot that decided to drive up at the last second. Her boss could do whatever he wanted to her at that point.
“…It is a tough little ship though. Another ship clipped me the other day, we were on the docks you see, but it still managed to get me. I wasn’t moving, it wasn’t my fault, but that doesn’t change what happened…”
He was still going on. May interjected with a little chuckle, but she didn’t dare press him on ordering. It was suicidal. But she was running out of time, she could tell. Her whole body was pressed down now, trying to keep everything contained. She had more than her bladder to worry about, but for now that was more than enough of a problem. Her bladder was aching full, and her little muscles were starting to quiver. Her legs were trembling, like small spasms going up and down her thighs every few seconds. Unless Tony decided to order right now and leave, she was facing an absolute crisis.
“…The leak isn’t too bad. I mean, you’ll get a little bit of water, whole lot a’ bit if I let it get bad, but it isn’t enough to ruin the whole trip…”
She was fucked. It was like her whole body was shivering, just enough that she had to try to stand straighter so Tony wouldn’t notice. She couldn’t hold on much longer, her little hole was so tired, she lasted so long by herself. But one girl could only do so much.
She couldn’t hold in a small gasp as she felt a small damp heat at her groin. She blinked hard to fight to tears she wanted to let loose. She couldn’t cry, not while Tony was there. But she was leaking, she knew it. Like a kid too stupid to ask to head to the bathroom, she was standing inside a booth and pissing herself. Would he hear it? If Tony heard, she was fired for sure.
Tony reacted to her gasp, “I know, amazing right?” It seemed he thought she was reacting to some pointless thing he said.
Another drop found release, and then another. Her arms tightened and her toes slowly met at a point in front of her, and then her pee-hole gave up a long jet of piss. For May it may as well have been a pipe bursting, she could hear the hissing as the hot pee darkened and weighted down the little fabric of her red bikini. Her stomach sank, and for a moment she forgot the rest of the world. She couldn’t hear Tony’s stupid monologue, she didn’t know where she was, she couldn’t see the gas station across from her. All she could feel was the spray releasing from her, and all she could hear is the torrent fighting through the thin material. She wanted to just sink into a hole and never be seen again, but she stood there and smiled.
“You doing okay there, little May?” Tony asked.
Her eyes widened. He noticed! He knew that rivulets of hot urine were criss-crossing down her inner thighs, tickling her slightly as they met halfway down and then made a beeline for her clean white stockings.
“Oh don’t mind me, Tony,” May said with a giggle. “You just had me imagining the water. Last time I was on a boat I got splashed bad, I was dripping wet for the rest of the day. But I bet it would be better out there on the Hot Chocolate.”
Tony almost seemed shocked that she had something to say back. He chuckled at her, oblivious to May standing right in front of him and pissing herself like a child, or some kind of deviant.
“You just looked a little pale there for a second,” Tony said, “but you’re right that a trip out to sea is all about the vessel. Let me tell you…”
May focused on looking as normal as she could. Eventually her bladder was empty enough that she contained the rest, but the damage was done. Her legs were hot with her voided contents, but she could feel a slight breeze from the small fan they kept at foot level to fight the heat during the warmer days. She did it, there was no denying it, and anyone who saw her would know it right away. She couldn’t look down, but she was sure her bikini bottoms were a dark crimson now, and her stockings were dark and staining with every second. But what could she do? At least that pressure was gone. For now, she would just have to cry on the inside and wait for Tony to leave so she could finish her business in peace.
Her stomach gurgled, and her muscles tightened once again.
Hopefully he wouldn’t stay so long that she ended up with another problem. She was well past due for her morning visit to the toilet, and with the coffee, well she didn’t have long before her body wanted that out as well. But there was no way he would take that long.
She clenched her butthole, and her stomach responded with an ominous shift of her bowels. |
So here goes that second part that was promised. As I said before, this is the messing part. If you aren't into that, you know what to do. Since an exposed mess isn't allowed here, I'm going to put the gif on twitter and then I'll link to that so people can find it if they want to.
May Holdall is Trapped on the Job
Part 2: Dropped Grounds
Desperation, Messing
She was fine. Despite wetting herself like a child, she was confident that she could hold in everything else. Her day could only get so mortifying, she hadn’t done anything to deserve this day getting any worse.
May’s stomach gurgled, and she worried that it was loud enough that Tony would be able to hear it. But nothing seemed to stop his story. He had his phone out now, and was going through pictures. They were all at terrible angles and showed the deck of a boat or a cloud-filled sky. It had little to do with what he was currently explaining, which was something about cargo loads and balancing a ship.
It was well past time for her to go, and she questioned if this job was worth trying to hold out for this older creep’s conversation. It was an easy job to do, most of the time, and she got paid better than most barista. She didn’t like dealing with creeps every day, but she didn’t hate the occasional compliment. Some people were better at it than others, and having someone tell her she had a nice smile or voice always gave her a genuine pick up. Plus the job market was hard, and she didn’t have a ton of other skills. She got good hours, she had friends here, her best friends.
For now, she would just smile and nod.
She could feel the pressure building in her bowels as they shouted their urge to move. Then the first big cramp went through her lower stomach. She had to fight off wincing out loud, but the pain made her clench even harder. Time was getting short, she had an escapee at the gate and the bars were rattled as it begged for release. May could feel the pressure at her forbidden hole, but she took in a slow breath and held on tight. It wasn’t going anywhere just yet!
“…It is all about keeping it tied off tight, so nothing comes falling out. It ain’t easy, but once you’ve been on the water as long as me you get a knack for it…”
May gave Tony a little giggle to make him feel better, and he stopped long enough to chuckle in response. But then he went right back into it.
Why didn’t he realize that no one wanted to listen to him talk for this long? She was in the middle of a potty emergency, no a full blown disaster, and he was deep into the specifics of his nautical career. She didn’t understand any of it, and she didn’t want to participate in the conversation even if she did. She wanted to get him his coffee, rush to the bathroom, and drop a giant load of her own.
Instead she had to stand there and seem undisturbed while a brown bombshell was fighting to get free.
Her lower stomach felt hot, and her muscles were tight to the point of hurting. She didn’t dare let relax though, not anymore. She could feel that at this point her body was ready to release at a moment’s notice.
She needed to center herself, find her inner strength, and ride out the wave. Tony’s voice seemed distant again, like he was talking through a megaphone but was a thousand yards away. He was audible, but everything he had to say was merged into a heavy murmuring that was easy to ignore. May’s muscles were clenched up tight, and she tried to stare through Tony instead of really perceiving him.
At some point May read that the body works on a sort of clock or rhythm. Maybe it was during health class, one of only a couple times she was really paying attention. Your biorhythm would pick up or go down, and because of that there were times where you would really feel the urge to go in the same way that you sometimes just feel tired. If she could ride this peak, her urge would go down and she would be safe until the rhythm came back around again.
Another cramp went through her stomach, and May fought it off. Her little hole felt like it was poking against the material of her bikini, and she bet that anyone looking from behind would be able to make out the slightly darkened skin of that constricted ring. But she held on tight without so much as a visible grimace. The cramp subsided and May felt a wave of relief. She could hold on, she was going to make it just fine.
She could feel the growing heat, the growing pressure, but it wasn’t the worst pain she ever felt. She held on, resisted one cramp, and then another. The whole while Tony kept up his story.
May continued her valiant fight, but reached a point that she was dreading. Her stomach was roiling. It was no longer just a heat, but a heavy weight that was making it hard to concentrate. She didn’t have to try to ignore Tony anymore, it was becoming hard to understand what he was talking about regardless. Her scalp felt sweaty, and her arms were tired from her pressing down onto the counter to give her some place to focus.
But then the moment came, it felt like her stomach relaxed. The heat became a simmer, and the mess waiting to escape seemed to retreat. It was a moment of victory. She was even able to relax her buttocks for a moment. It seemed like madness, but she actually made it to the other side. It wasn’t perfect, she still had a mighty need to go, but she wasn’t going to explode any second. It was like that grumble from your stomach after you are awake for 10 minutes.
“…The storms are unpredictable too. You think, just stay away from storm clouds, but that ain’t quite all of it. One second everything will seem safe and then BOOM!”
Tony’s story was picking up, and May actually had the mental space to concentrate on it. It seemed he was in the middle of a particular story about an adventure during a storm. May nodded and hummed in recognition of what he was talking about, but she didn’t know how much of the story she missed.
Then her stomach roared out of nowhere, and a jolt of pain hit her so hard that she leaned forward on the counter and had to fight to keep her head up. Her eyes went wide in alarm. Gas immediately forced itself against her hole, and even though May tried to resist it, she could feel her little hole blossoming. She let out a silent stream of gas, but it was just as quickly plugged, the turd. She squeezed down, her cheeks going back to keeping that hole closed, but she was tired, and she didn’t have the strength to push it back in.
There was no reason why it would come back so soon, or with so much pain. It was like it backed off only to get a running start at another attempt to leave. She needed to shit now! Only fear for losing her job was making her maintain any composure. She wanted to slam the shutter in Tony’s face and make a run for it, but she wasn’t even sure she could make it if she ran in this state.
Her butt cheeks squeezed in so tight that her muscles were fidgeting, but it was all she could do not to lose control right then and there.
She felt beads of sweat form along her head and neck, and everything felt warm. She thought she was doing good, she thought she had at least another 20 minutes and that Tony would be done by then. Now she didn’t know how many seconds she had.
Her stomach roiled and bubbled again, and she could feel her tired anus widen further. For all of her fighting, it didn’t seem to matter at all. No matter what she did, it kept widening further and further. She released another burst of quiet gas, but then she could feel her expulsion slowly start to make its way toward daylight. She tightened every muscle in her body, and it stalled yet again.
Tony was none the wiser. He kept droning on while May began to shit herself right in front of him. She tried to pay attention, make sure he wasn’t actually finally asking for his freaking order.
That moment of distraction was all her brown nugget needed. She felt a tinge of panic as her brown star made it to a width that allowed her turd to poke out. It made its slow trek outward, but then stopped when it ran into the band of her bikini bottom. Her ass cheeks were now encircling a little brown coin-sized spot behind her. The string of her bikini, a thin piece of fabric that couldn’t stop a really determined fly, was all that was between it and freedom.
May took in a slow breath and focused. She couldn’t let anything go slack, she couldn’t relax at all, or she was going to have the most humiliating accident since that time she had food poisoning in grade school. She had to press it back in, she had to squeeze tight enough that it would retreat back. She knew she could do it, she had to try.
So she shifted her legs just slightly, and lowered herself so she could focus her core toward the right area. Then she squeezed her ass so tight she was afraid something was going to pop. While at first there was no success, it did seem that her dark ring found a new grip on it, and the turd slowly slid back in. May took a few breaths that were probably too heavy for trying to disguise what she was doing, but at this point she had bigger problems than Tony thinking she was being a little strange. What was worse, him thinking she was sick, or him hearing her shit all over the booth?
The turd went back where it belonged, and her anus slid closed, and May felt a small tinge of relief. It wasn’t like the fight was won, but this particular battle was over. Her stomach still felt like it was bubbling over, and she was packed full of gas and worse. She needed to leave 5 minutes ago, and now it was far too late. When Tony left, she was going to grab her lunch pail from below and use that as a makeshift toilet. Even that was a hopeful plan at this point.
“…You’re a great listener, you know that little May?”
Tony’s compliment caught her ear, and May nodded and hummed an, “uh huh.”
But her body didn’t like even that small movement. A new cramp, a new urge, and this time when that missile of waste tried to launch, she was far too weak to stop it. Her hole bloomed faster than before, and while before her bikini caused some resistance, this time it began to push out against the material. She could feel the change in pressure along her hips as her string was forced out. There was a hissing sound from a release of gas as it pushed further and further.
May was in full panic. She tried to squeeze down harder than ever, but nothing could stop the inexorable movement as it found release. It came out far enough that May thought she was done for, but she resisted regardless. Anyone who could see behind her would have seen the little brown nub as clear as day, protruding out like a jumbo Hershey’s kiss. She took a few breaths as the pressure alleviated, and began to focus again as she felt it try to continue. It squeezed out further, and May could hear a faint crackling noise behind her as it curled out against every wish. It she could feel its weight behind her now, a full on tail of brown. The string of her bikini snapped to the side, now hugging the girth of her unwanted production.
It was out. There was no putting it back where it belonged, she was part way into the process of messing herself and was only waiting on gravity to aid her in releasing the hard waste matter. In fact, her squeezing down was just going to make it fall, and now the fact that it hadn’t released from the rest of the lengthy turd was the only thing keeping Tony from realizing that the ‘little’ woman in front of him was no better than a toddler in diapers.
So she ‘relaxed’. She stop up a little straighter and let her buttocks cradle the fresh fertilizer she was threatening to drop onto the carpet floor.
She had to just stand there and hope that Tony decided to leave. She didn’t even know if she could grab his drink if he asked for it. She was standing rigid, looking through him, uncomfortably aware of every rib and bump of her shit as it held her anus open. She had to fight the urge to pinch it off, she had to fight every natural urge. She also had to fight her urge to cry, as her panic turned to outright despair. There was no way this went well, she was already at the worst ending, she was just waiting for the curtain call.
Then Tony’s story started to wrap up. He wasn’t finished, but she knew him enough to tell he was running out of stuff to say, and soon he would actually look at the menu again. Maybe she would make it, maybe she was going to be okay.
Then a chill went up her spine. Her stomach tightened on its own, and then and there it was decided that even more of her monstrous shit wanted to see the world. Without her pushing, even more began to squeeze itself free, like a toy clay extruder pressing out a newly compacted mess.
She could feel it as it made its slow progress, could feel it massage her sensitive anus ring, could feel the additional weight near her rear. It dipped low, curling further as it grew to a length where it could no longer stay cohesive.
May’s arms were held tight, all of the straight in her upper back and elbows. If it could just hold there, if by some miracle it would hold, she could just forget all of this even happened.
Then it snapped free and fell. Time slowed for May as she waited for it to fall the short distance. Then she heard a heavy thud on the thin carpet, and she let out a sharp sob before bursting into tears.
“You okay little May?” Tony asked, “What’s wrong?”
She didn’t care anymore. It was too embarrassing, too humiliating. It wasn’t just Tony who would know, but everyone, her boss, her coworkers. Her life was over.
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A girl had her first date.
She was living with her grandmother in a little down. The old lady was very strict, she had very strict rules and a strict upbringing for the girl, with much discipline.
One of the rules was not to go to the toilet during a date. It would not be common for a girl she told her.
A good, decent girl has to be able, to suppress and to control her bodily needs until the boy bring her home.
The lady did talk about peeing like it would be something evil and something dirty. If a girl go to the toilet at a date it would furthermore bring the boy to think at at the girls vagina.
A decent girl does not go if she is out with a young man.
The boy on the other hand did love it if girls are needing to wee, but don’t go, if girls put it off as long as possible.
They did not know this habits from each other for a long time.
He did always observe the toilet customs from his girls he was dating.
At the first date he noticed that his new girlfriend did not use the toilet only once and he did like that.
The next time they met at forenoon. They had lunch at noon. The girl did not go to the loo. After lunch they went to a shopping mall.
They had coffee and mineral in a coffee shop.The boy went to the toilet, the girl did not go, she was waiting brave at the table for him. She was needing to go too, but no wee on a date, she got told from her grandma.
At evening they decided to go to the the cinema.
The boy was a specialist for girls who are needing to wee, for girls who are holding a full bladder and so he had easily notice that his new girlfriend was needing to wee since afternoon, but she did not go, she did try to hide it and she did not talk about it.
As they arrived at the cinema the girl was already needing to wee really, really bad. She did remember what her grandma said, but she was so full and her belly was so swollen from her overfilled bladder, so she asked the boy with silent voice “may i please use the bathroom before we go in?“
Nearly each other boy would have said “sure you may go, i am waiting for you at the entrance.” But not this boy, he asked her “is that absolutely necessary? The film starts in a few minutes. Can’t you wait until later?”
What should a girl do in such a situation, what should she say ? Should she say “no i can’t wait any longer, I’ll piss my panties if i don’t go now.”
A decent girl would never say something like that and so she said “ no it’s not necessary, i can wait.”although her bladder was hurting and although her urge was painful.”
The boy guessed that she would not wee if he ask her the way he did. To know that she was needing the loo so bad and that she did not go, made him horny and made him think on her full bladder, on her strong urge, at her panties and at her vagina. It was exactly what the girls grandmother said.
The girl was sitting with her thighs hard pressed together.
”Is it bad?” he asked her a little later, as they watched the film.
”What is bad?” she wanted to know .
“I mean your urge to wee. How bad do you need to go? You have not been all day, not even once, i think you poor must need a loo very bad after holding it for so long?”he asked her in a way like he would be worried about her, but in reality he wanted to hear that she is nearly doing it in her panties, he wanted to hear that her bladder is full to burst.
”I am needing to go really bad, but i can wait until i am at home, but we should not talk about it. It is a shame that you know that i would need to wee. A boy should not know if a girl is needing to go ” she answered.
She did try to hide her strong urge, but she could not do that from this boy, he watched and enjoyed every move she made to hold it in and to keep her panties dry.
The girl did not wee when they left the cinema , she went straight pass the toilet and did how she got told from her grandma , she was waiting and holding until at home, she suppressed her strong bodily needs successfull.
The boy did bring her home and kissed her in front of the house door, he pressed his body hard against her body, the girl had her legs tight crossed and he could feel how she tensed her muscles with all her power to hold it in.
He could not get enough to torture her, he pressed his body harder and harder against her swollen bladder. The girl was squirming from needing to wee so bad, but she did let him kiss her and she did let him torture her bladder.
After he kissed her goodbye he said “ where are you going first when you get in?” and smiled at her.
She did not answer his question, but they did both know very well where she will go, there where she was needing to go since so many hours.
As she went in, it was like her grandma said, the boy thought at his girlfriends vagina, he did imagine how powerful her pissjet must be, with how much pressure her wee would coming out from her girl slit, after holding it for so long.
The next two or three dates were peeing not a theme, they did not talk about it, she did not ask for a toilet, she simply did not go.
The boy wanted to test her holding ability and her bladder endurance.
She was good in holding, but no girl can hold it forever, he wanted to push her to her absolutely limit, but how could he do that?
He had the idea to spend a day with her, he knows now that she would not use the loo and then he would not bring her home, he would take her to his room, for some drinks, for to watch a video and to cuddle with her.
What will she do if he make her stay until late at night, will she ask for the loo, will she beg him to be allowed to take a very urgent wee, or would she hold it until he bring her home?
Sure he would torture her, he would make her drink, he would cuddle her in a way that he would lie on her overfilled bladder, that he would press and push hard on it!!!
Can she endure that without a wee, without to leak, without to piss her panties? |
So, I had a dream where a girl permanently needed to pee because of an impossible condition, but she made lemonade with those lemons (pun intended) and became a bounty hunter/super heroine of sorts. It’s not my favorite hyperwetting possibility, but it was inspiring in the dream, so here’s a test Chapter One. 🙂
This is a hyperwetting story. The UTI in question is a fictitious condition that doesn’t cause any pain to the person bearing it, just ignorable discomfort. There may or may not be any urinary incontinence. Will try to include actual wetting of some kind…
“Ms. Claire, I’m sorry to inform you that… this condition seems permanent,” the doctor said slowly as he took off his glasses. “While it does not have any progressing effects as far as we can tell, unfortunately, there’s nothing we can do.” Emily looked down at herself, and then back at Dr. Simpson.
“You mean, I’m always going to be like this?” she asked despairingly.
“Unless a miracle happens, in science or otherwise,” he said in a matter-of-fact way. “We will continue to monitor the condition, on a bi-weekly basis at first, then monthly, assuming nothing goes wrong. But I think you’d better learn to adapt to always feeling the urge to urinate. And, Ms. Claire?” She stopped and turned to look at him as she was leaving. “Please, don’t murder yourself over this,” he said.
“Don’t worry, I won’t,” she said with a forced smile.
Quietly, she left the doctor’s office, ignoring the habitual trigger to stop and take a bathroom break before driving, and went home.
Later on that day, Emily was considering her life choices as she sat peeing endlessly on the toilet (even though it was futile, but why resist?). Eventually, she really made the choice she had pretended to make earlier. “I won’t,” she stated firmly, reflecting the change of heart. “I’m not going to commit suicide, or do anything like that to myself. I’m going to beat this. One way or another…” At that moment, wether it was perceptual or otherwise, her peeing actually seemed nicer. The sound was less annoying, and more pleasant. Regardless, she wanted to stop needing to pee. She had tried to finish peeing two days ago, and had finally given up after six minutes. But now she wondered: if she was careful not to hurt herself otherwise, could she finish peeing by brute force? Now that she was reasonably sure any pain or trouble would be secondary, she was willing to try. The doctor had assured her that whatever amount that entered her bladder would be kept up with by the hydrogenic protoplasm, so there were no worries about dying of thirst (but thankfully, no problem with drinking iced sweet tea either).
Perry checked her watch, then looked down. “Well,” she said, “let’s give it a try. Humph!…” she said, bearing down on her bladder as hard as she could stand it. Pee jetted into the bowl, hard enough to clean dishes. Little droplets misted up onto her legs. Occasionally gasping for air, she just kept pissing and pissing, and pissing and pissing, and pissing. Eventually, she was just moaning trying to keep going. But finally, she was barely doing anything over normal, and that felt like too much. She had to stop. Shutting of the stream was thankfully not too difficult in this case, but she still had the immediate post clench urge for a few seconds. After panting for another several seconds, she remembered to check her watch.
19 minutes! Man, that was impressive. But not enough, apparently. The whole time, she could feel a small rumble in her belly, like urine was passing into her bladder just as fast as she was jetting it. Oh well. Better luck next time, maybe? That is, if she ever gave it a next time. That was hard! She did, admissibly, kind of like the challenge idea of it, though. But meanwhile, she’d better get ready for supper…
The next morning, Emily woke up at around 7:30. Work was at 8:00.
Man, she wanted a morning pee…
Without even thinking, she stumbled habitually into the bathroom, and had just started to sit down when she remembered. “Eh, might as well,” she said to herself, and pissed as hard as she dared. The torrent of wetting spray would’ve destroyed pairs of jeans two at a time within 10 seconds each. But her bladder remained almost full. Whatever interdimensional gateway was connecting her to an ocean of endless hydration and urine wasn’t seeming to care. It was like pushing on a large, soft, untied, leaking water balloon to try and squeeze the warm water out of it through its opening, then slowly realizing that the balloon was taller than her, then realizing it was bigger than her house, until finally understanding that it must be infinite. One huge, soft, warm, never caring, never ending, ever yielding, ever giving, giant source of the most ridiculous of things: the pleasure of relief, and as much ammonia scented luxurious golden soaking as one cared to let loose. Finally though, her urethra again became sore, until she had to stop. Then she suddenly remembered her day, and stumbled pantyless to check the clock in her bedroom. 7:52 am.
“Drat, I’ve only got seven minutes for breakfast or I’m going to be late!” She grabbed a couple food bars out of a box in the kitchen, and quickly dressed into her uniform before stuffing them into her pockets. Then she ran out the door.
Wait, was she wearing panties? |
Well, it's time to put together a little story on Azur Lane. I hope someone enjoys it.
Tallinn. The sweet girl could feel a cold, no, even icy wind blowing over her face. It was very uncomfortable to move on the water surface in this weather. But still, it was her duty as a ship to serve her country and carry out the orders that came from her command. But still, being in the midst of the freezing, bone-chilling air was unbearable even for her. Or rather, not so. She was disgusted. The cold seemed pleasant to her, but still made her uncomfortable. She could not understand the reason for this ambivalent attitude toward the cold. Anyway, she was in high spirits now while on patrol with a couple of Northern Parliament destroyers. At least there was pleasant company around to talk to.
Really, the cruiser didn't know where to start the conversation. It seems that in this weather you have to be as attentive as possible. Because, if not the enemy, the rocks, reefs and icebergs, always pose a danger. Especially now, when the visibility is almost zero. At this time, if you can say so, to kiss an iceberg, is not the best idea. She took the thermos she had brought with her and took a sip of her potent mulled wine. It seemed to give her confidence. She was a cruiser in the northernmost Allied country, and now, as commander in this situation, it was her job to do her duty. And no amount of weather would distract her from that duty.
Minsk was not so quiet. She was chatting all the time with the destroyer Grozny, who at the same time was swatting away the snow coming in her face. Yes, of course, Tallinn was wiping the snow off her pretty face, too. From her eyebrows and eyelids, where the snow was beginning to accumulate, which was not very pleasant. She even felt like she was starting to freeze. Then, to warm herself at last, she decided to break the silence. She asked the Minsk.
- How do you still have the energy to chat so cheerfully with everyone? What if the sirens or their allies decide to attack?
- In that case...I will always be ready to fight back.
Finally, the silence was broken. But Grozny looked at Tallin with the face of a little offended girl. She knew that once Minsk started talking, there would be no stopping her. Indeed. Within a couple of minutes the company began to argue heatedly. Everything fell under the attack of their tongues. From what they were eating in the mess hall to why they had been sent out on patrol in such "fine" weather. And in a square where the enemy had not been active for weeks. Minsk kept going on and on about what was being done wrong for Kansen life and why she complained about food, sleep and toilets...Toilets....
Suddenly, Tallin felt pressure in her lower abdomen. It was barely felt in this freezing cold, and it might not have been felt before, because her body and thoughts were occupied with other things. But as soon as Minsk said the word "Toilet," she felt it immediately. Her body signaled that it was desirable for the girl to get to the restroom as soon as possible. But for now she could still bear it. She didn't even have to squeeze her legs to contain the warm, yellow liquid. And where to squeeze them if you have to move through icy, northern seas. But the feeling that it was necessary to visit the restroom did not go away. Tallin realized that she was now in a very uncomfortable situation. Patrolling had just begun, she was in command here, but she needed to use the restroom. She couldn't get that thought out of her anymore, no matter how hard she tried. Though she managed to muffle it for a while.
In the end, Tallinn decided to move forward on the map that Soviet Russia had given them. The first point was to see the Ice Peak from the east. The task had to be accomplished as quickly as possible. The cruiser divided the mission into four stages. The first stage involved inspecting the ice peak, the second stage involved sailing through the gorge, and the third involved returning home. And the fourth stage was part of Tallin's personal plan. Getting to her room and emptying her bladder. The task seemed easy, considering that the first task the three Kansens had already begun.
- What's near the mountain is usual.
Said Tallin, turning her thoughts away from her bladder completely. She succeeded, but for how long?
- I like it here. - I'm not sure how much I like it, but I like it here. Besides, we don't need a cursory examination.
- Yeah right! - Minsk's voice rang out again. - I want to take some pictures of Grozny against the backdrop of Mt.
- For once you're not taking pictures of yourself.
Both destroyers rushed to the mountain peak and quietly maneuvered between the rocks and took pictures. Tallinn decided not to go there for a couple of reasons. The first was that she didn't want to disturb the two girls and their photo session. And the second reason... She was a little afraid of the reefs and rocks. The destroyers maneuvered between them so easily, and so did any kansen. But she just didn't like those places. She tried to think of something. Minutes went by. About an hour seemed to pass. At that moment, Tallin realized that the pressure in her bladder was much stronger than she thought. And it became clear that the pressure was not going to go away this time. Then she made up her mind.
- Girls, let's go. We need to take another look at the ravine. - At that moment thoughts of relief began to fill her head.
Tallin already imagined sitting on the beautiful white throne, which she imagined the toilet bowl to be, and beginning to urinate. She imagined the flow to be quite violent and unpredictable.
- So stop! Get it together! We'll be at the base soon! - Said the girl to herself.
The way to the gorge was no longer so pleasant. Tallin kept striving to squeeze her legs. She even imagined that she could urinate right there. In the icy gorge. The thought that her stream might just come out there. On the almost blue ice and make the ice melt slightly...This thought made Tallinn feel an increased urge to urinate. It was so strong that the girl had to squeeze legs for all her strength to avoid wetting herself. Her panties were still dry. But it was close. Droplets of fluid seemed to be preparing to pass through the urethra to the outside. Suppressing the urge to urinate, Tallin began to give commands. The gorge was a dangerous place. And then the little destroyers clung to her as the only one who could protect them.
There was a lot going on here. Ships and kansens caught in the ice. On top of all that, because of the winds blowing in the local ice cliffs, it was believed that the ghosts of dead kansen were here. It frightened everyone. Tallinn was afraid of ghosts too.
- I'm scared. - Silently whispered Grozny, but everyone could hear.
- I want on hands of Soviet Russia. - shrieked Minsk, and threw herself into Tallinn's arms.
It would have been wrong not to take her comrade in her arms. At that moment, Tallin realized that she badly needed to go to the bathroom. And Minsk in her arms was preventing her from holding back.
- Minsk, dear, get down, I'm not Soviet Russia.
- Ah...Sorry Tallin. - The girl answered, getting down from her friend's arms.
About halfway down the gorge, Tallin felt the first drop fall into her delicate white panties. It was so scary. The first one was followed by several more. The girl squeezed her legs to her knees and sat up a little. She tried to make her sphincter work better, but it was no use. Tallin accepted the drops leaving her body.
- The important thing was that they weren't streams? Will I make it? - She asked herself every minute as they climbed out of the ice.
As they swam back Tallin bit her lip and literally shoved her hand into her crotch. She knew it was the only way to hold back the flood. It saved her for a while, but even so, halfway through her journey, her body began to fail. A stream of urine burst out, and Tallin clamped her crotch with both hands. To top it all off, she made a sound the destroyers heard.
- Aaah...No No!" the girl spoke quickly, barely stopping the stream of urine flowing out of her and into the icy sea.
- Tallin? What happened with you, comrade? - Asked Minsk.
- I'm fine...I'm...Ah!" But you could see it all over her, because her bladder was full.
- I want to help you, Tallinn. - The terrible swam up to the girl and began to support her. I believe in you.
At last the simplest possible words of encouragement reached the girl. She forced her body into submission and they moved forward. There wasn't much left to do. The road was hard. The sea was literally against the girl, because appeared big waves. Tallin flowed with regularity, but held back. Both of her hands were literally buried between her legs, with urine dripping down her hips.
Finally a port. The girl seemed no longer able to bear the pressure. She walked through the battleship barracks and allowed herself to cry. Her body barely obeyed her. Urine trickled down to the floor, so that there was a visible trail of many yellow puddles by which to find the poor Kansen. Tallin leaned against the wall. She felt like her sphincter was just refusing to clench any more, but she forced herself to endure. She had to. She couldn't embarrass herself after she got to the port. All she had to do was get to her room. It didn't make any difference from there. She walked to her room.
She walked into the room almost losing control. Her clothes were already yellow with urine. But she had to get to the bathroom. Just to get to the toilet. And that was it, task accomplished. The almost inscrutable fourth part of the plan was complete. She tornly walked to the door leading to the toilet and the shower room. She even reached for the handle. But at that moment, her body refused to hold it back.
Her urethra throbbed several times before the urine began to flow. Tallin's eyes filled with tears and she cried out loudly.
- Noooo!!!!
She tried to hold it back. She returned her hand to her crotch. Her white clothes began to soak it up definitively. She clasped her panties with her hands but kept urinating. Then she made the decision to clamp her urethra. She moved her panties to the side and began to press with her fingers on the small hole from which the fluid was flowing. The pressure had no effect. Tallin began to cry. She didn't understand why her body had surrendered now in front of the door. Then she simply went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet peeing through her clothes. She did not understand why her actions had no effect. She just didn't want to admit that she couldn't hold back any longer. She looked at the puddle that was in front of the door and was still sobbing. She didn't remove her hands from her crotch even now, sitting on the toilet. She didn't care about that anymore.
- Why should me...
Said the girl, before her flow came to nothing and she, sobbing, locked herself in the toilet.
Well, and art to make it clear who it happened to.
Edited October 12, 2021 by GupFan
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Omori is an awesome game. Low key spoilers in this fic. I recommend playing the game before reading but the story is here if you've played or if you have no interest in a game like Omori.
It had been 6 months since the incident. Sunny was sure his friends had moved on by now but his distress only seemed to grow. It was clear to him now time did not heal all wounds. Untreated wounds fester and the guilt of everything was eating him alive.
Sunny woke with a racing heart around 4 AM startled awake by a nightmare. He had seen Something in the bathroom mirror during the day about 3 days ago. He had been so shaken by seeing Something during daylight hours that he hadn't gone back in the bathroom since.
Normally he only saw Something at night. The poor boy couldn't handle it haunting him during the day too. Sunny had been avoiding using the bathroom at night for a long time occasionally waking up in the night unable to go back to sleep because he had held it too long.
On a few occasions he'd been so afraid to leave his bed he'd actually wet himself unable to hold it til sunrise. Sunny had been careful not to drink too much water after seeing Something 3 days ago but it was clear to him now that it hadn't been enough.
He'd been using a milk jug but he hadn't wanted his mother to catch him emptying into the kitchen sink like he normally did so unfortunately the only thing he could use was full. Sunny's mother would be leaving on another extended work trip in the morning but Sunny knew he couldn't hold it that long.
He considered going downstairs to empty the jug while she was sleeping but the stairs frightened him even more than the bathroom. Sunny pressed his thighs together tightly and let out a quiet sob.
He couldn't hold it in forever and he knew it. He was already so full it hurt. He glanced around his room in a quiet panic not wanting to wet the bed like this a third time especially while his mother was home.
Sunny bit his lip trying to find some sort of solution. He had to calm down and think rationally. He couldn't use the jug, he couldn't go downstairs, and he absolutely could not use the bathroom. Sunny laid back on his bed and put a hand over his face. He fanned his legs trying to help the urgency pass. All he could think about was how badly he needed to go and how afraid he was.
He frowned wondering how he'd gotten to this point. He sat up in bed and held himself looking at the clock. His mom would be leaving at 6:00 AM. He wondered if he could at least manage to not wet while she was in the house.
A few deep breaths helped him calm down and eased the pain from his bladder a little. He knew at this point his body would not let him go back to sleep. He stood up from his bed and started searching his room for anything he could possibly use to not wet himself.
As expected he came up empty handed. Sunny turned on his bedroom light before sitting back on the bed. He crossed his legs tightly and held himself tightly to avoid leaking. He rocked back and forth both to try and soothe his mind and help himself hold his overly full bladder.
Sunny stayed like that for several hours alternating between pacing the floor and holding himself on the bed before 6 AM finally rolled around. He heard his mother on the stairs a few minutes ago and assumed he was safe to go downstairs again. He was utterly amazed his poor abused bladder had held out that long.
He took a few deep breaths to steady himself before opening his bedroom door quietly not wanting to alert his mom that something was wrong in case she was still downstairs. He looked around outside his room and saw his mother wasn't present. He was holding himself constantly and bouncing slightly to keep it all contained.
He had to get to the kitchen sink. If he wet he'd have to shower with that thing. If he couldn't go to the bathroom to use the toilet he definitely couldn't shower. Sunny quickly and quietly made his way downstairs.
He peered into the living room which was also thankfully empty. He proceeded to the kitchen his urge getting much worse as soon as he was near the sink.
Sunny spurted a little as he pulled himself up onto the counter. He scrambled to get his now damp pants down and moaned quietly as he started his stream.
It splattered loudly against the metal of the sink. The pain eased after a moment and Sunny started crying again. He was peeing in the sink because he couldn't go in the bathroom. He couldn't live like this. He had to get over this. That thing would just follow him elsewhere if he didn't go back. It wanted him.
Sunny took a few deep breaths and wiped his eyes with his free hand. He looked away from the sink feeling disgust as he continued to empty his bladder. He didn't have a choice though.
It was in the sink or wherever he happened to be standing if he couldn't get over his anxiety. He'd use a public bathroom but he could run into someone he knew if he went outside. He knew Kel and Hero were worried but he couldn't stand the thought of seeing them after everything that had happened.
Sunny's stream finally tapered off and the boy gave a quiet sigh of relief. He put himself away and ran the sink to rinse away any evidence of his shame before hopping off the counter.
He was glad his mother had left when she did. He stared at the sink for a few minutes before sighing and turning off the water. Exhausted, he made his way back upstairs and laid down in his bed to try and fall back into a restless sleep. |
Decided to start posting some of the commissions I've done in the past (PM me if you'd like to order anything for yourself!)
Here's the first. This contains wetting, messing and general toilet use for both men and women as well as some sexual content.
"For Christ's sake, Mark, keep your hands on the wheel, at least".
Mark knew that tone. Reluctantly, he forced himself to release the iron grip on his cock and put his left hand back on the steering wheel. There was no arguing with Rachel when she was in this kind of mood. For a moment he thought he might wet himself when he let go, but his bladder was just about still holding out. He knew that if he even so much as leaked it would show right up on the denim, and then his fiancée's teasing would be relentless.
Back in the car park, Rachel had told him that she needed to piss, too, but as ever she was as cool as a cucumber about it. It wasn't the first time Mark had found himself envious of Rachel's capacity. For every bottle he managed before he had to rush off to the bathroom, Rachel could comfortably drink two. And she could always hold it for so long, too. Mark was the polar opposite: once he felt the urge to pee come on, he had a matter of minutes to get to the toilet before he started simply losing control.
They'd spent most of the afternoon at a shopping centre a few miles from home, stopping for lunch in the upstairs food court. Rachel had ordered a cup of Pepsi for each of them from Subway. Knowing how quickly fizzy drinks went through her boyfriend, she'd suggested that he use the bathroom before they left, and he'd bullheadedly refused. Now, with their newly-bought house still five minutes away, he was seriously regretting that decision.
"I don't think I can hold it until we get home, babe," he whined, resisting the urge to grab his penis again as they turned off a roundabout. And he meant it, too. His bladder felt near enough ready to burst. Mark couldn't help it- in his head he was already visualising himself having an accident. He could already feel the burning shame, see the disappointment in Rachel's pretty brown eyes. "If you don't let me hold myself, I think I'm gonna have an accident". He knew that his words would do no good; Rachel wasn't a stickler for the rules, not really, but she wasn't about to relent and sit idly by while her boyfriend tried to drive them through Brighton with just one hand.
"Tough," she chided, "both hands on the wheel. You're a big boy now, you should be able to get home without doing a wee-wee in your undies". Mark's cheeks flushed with embarrassment- she knew that teasing him with childish language always touched a nerve. It made him feel small, partly because he knew she was right. He was a big boy, twenty-six and counting. And he really should be able to get home without urinating in his clothes. It had only been ten minutes since he'd even realised he needed to go, to make matters worse. Rachel knew him well.
The truth was that Mark had been caught in this situation more times than he could count, and Rachel knew all about his little problem. She'd found out early in the relationship- it was inevitable, really, given how many close calls and sometimes even wettings he had. The very first time she'd seen him in soaked jeans, she'd been too stunned to say anything. After that she got used to his tiny little capacity, something none of his other girlfriends had ever been able to look past. She wouldn't act angry or disgusted when he came home and admitted he'd wet the car seat on the drive, which happened a few times a year. She seemed to even enjoy teasing him about it, in a way. But that didn't make things easier on days like today, when he was genuinely on the verge of another accident.
By the time they pulled up outside of the house, Mark knew he was quickly running out of time to get inside and get to the loo. He even had to be careful as he climbed out of the car. He instinctively squeezed his dick through his jeans, glanced at Rachel nervously and sighed with relief when she nodded her approval. She usually didn't even mind him holding himself like a baby, so long as they were in private and he wasn't driving.
With the front door and car keys being on the same ring, it fell to Mark to hobble to the former and get it open. With only one hand, which was shaking like a leaf from the desperation, that was easier said than done. To him, needing to pee was like a hose being turned on, and only ten minutes given until the pressure inside grew big enough to just explode.
Their ground floor bathroom wasn't big, and it was situated all the way at the back of the house, but Mark found it infinitely preferable to the prospect of walking up the stairs like this.
"Hurry, then," Rachel demanded, "I still need a piss and I'm gonna sit down first if you don't get a move on".
Mark had forgotten she needed the toilet too, but her words spurred him into action and he picked up the pace as much as he dared. If his girlfriend got on the loo before him, he would most certainly, undoubtedly wet his pants.
The sight of the toilet did the trick for Mark. With four fingers fumbling on his fly, he felt a hot spurt leak from the tip of his cock just feet away from salvation. On the second attempt he got the zip down, reached in and awkwardly felt around for his member. Getting it out of his boxer shorts was far harder than it needed to be, and he was already pissing in full flow when he finally extracted the thing and pointed it in the vague direction of the toilet. Piss splashed the seat and the lid before settling into a pleasant hissing sound that poured satisfyingly into the water.
Mark closed his eyes, tilted his head back and let out a long sigh of relief. He was interrupted by Rachel's hands around his crotch.
"Mark, you didn't make it again," she tutted, feeling the dark wet spot from where he'd leaked so much. It was a huge wet patch, he had to give her that, but he thought she was being harsh on him. She took his cock in her little hand and held it for him, aiming with the expertise of someone who'd done it for years.
"Now hurry the fuck up, I really want a piss," she reminded him.
Mark had forgotten all about her own need again. "Right, sorry". He pushed a little and felt the power of the stream increase, wanting to speed up the process so that Rachel could get on the toilet. Once, with both of them more than a little bit drunk, she had wet her halloween costume because he was 'taking too long to have a shit', in her words. She had never let him forget it and he didn't want to be the cause of anything similar happening again.
Mark finished peeing and moved away from the toilet, all the while thinking about how much easier it would be if Rachel wasn't so strict on him using the sink as a urinal. She'd always encourage it if they were in someone else's bathroom, like at a party, because it got them out quicker. But here at home she forbade him from emptying his bladder in the sink unless she was drunk, or they were both desperate and she needed to get on the toilet right away.
Before he'd even tucked his cock away, Rachel was pulling down her jeans and underwear. Unlike him, she had managed to keep both articles bone dry. She almost always did. Mark only managed to snatch a glimpse of her pussy and perfectly-trimmed bush before she was seated, and almost right away his fiancée started to piss a river into the bowl below.
"You see, Mark, this is how you make it to the bathroom on time," she said in that condescending voice she used to scold him with whenever he leaked, "none of this grabbing your crotch bullshit. Just hold it in, get to the toilet and release".
Mark looked down on the bathroom floor, feeling ashamed of himself. He didn't know why his petite, short girlfriend had so much more bladder control than he did, and it bothered him, but it didn't seem to something he could fix. The problem was bad enough that he would leak before getting to the toilet five or six times a week, have a full accident a few times a month and wet the bed just as often, especially if he'd had anything to drink.
"Well, hang on," he asked spitefully as she tore off some tissue paper, "what about your accidents?"
Rachel scoffed. "Those aren't accidents," she insisted. Her usual defence.
"Aren't they?" Mark pressed, "let's think about that for a second, shall we?"
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Not even two weeks before Mark's close call on the way back from the shopping centre, Rachel had had one of those little occasional incidents which Mark called an accident and she called a choice. It was a Saturday afternoon, so both were at home, a little hungover and doing their best to enjoy a slightly overcast start to the weekend. Mark had the football on; Rachel was dusting, if only because she knew nobody else would do it if she wouldn't.
She refrained from mentioning to Mark that she really had to poop. He never understood why she didn't just go to the bathroom- it was only thirty seconds away.
In truth, she'd had to go for most of the day. The opportunity simply hadn't come up yet. They'd woken up around eight, and she'd started feeling the urge while they were fucking, like they did most Saturday mornings. She hadn't mentioned it then because she didn't want to interrupt the sex. Then Mark had been on the toilet while she showered, and she'd forgotten she had to go for a while. The need had returned while she was making breakfast, but there'd been no time to use the bathroom when she still had to get the washing in the machine, sort out last night's dishes, take out the bins and sort through the old clothes that had been clogging up their room for the better part of a year. If Mark had helped more, she thought, I could've had a shit hours ago.
On some level Rachel knew that he wasn't really to blame. Technically there was nothing stopping her from taking a bathroom break whenever she wanted. She just hated stopping what she was doing to use the toilet, especially when there were still chores to do.
So her boyfriend was none the wiser, until she bent over to pick up a cushion and a fart accidentally slipped out, a mere two feet from his face. He recoiled, laughed and then switched into parent mode. "Christ, babe, just go to the toilet. You clearly need a shit".
Rachel wrinkled up her face. "Explain to me how someone who regularly pisses himself thinks he can lecture me about when I should go to the toilet".
"That's not the same thing," Mark said, holding up his hands defensively, "I can't help that my bladder's fucked. You choose to put off going for a poo until it's too late. You put yourself in these positions".
"Yes, because I'm an adult and I get to make my own decisions," snapped Rachel. She'd heard it all before. The backbone of his logic wasn't exactly wrong, either, and she knew it. She just hated being told what to do. Also, she wasn't crazy about the idea that Mark knew her intimately enough to know when she needed the loo just from the smell of her farts. "I'll go when I feel like I need to go, until then it's none of your business".
The truth was that she already needed to go quite desperately, but she couldn't stop her chores now without letting Mark know that he'd been right, and she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. So Rachel kept dusting, halfway around her usual circuit of the room now. Her bowels felt fuller than ever, and she found herself needing to clench her cheeks together just to stop anything else from slipping out.
It took all of her effort not to show any more visible signs of her desperation. Rachel did her best to keep focusing on the task at hand, and it was almost working, until-
Prrrrt
Another fart rumbled out of her, this one far louder and less conspicuous than the last.
Mark raised an eyebrow. "What's that? You don't need a shit, babe?"
"Shut up".
"Aww, does Rachel need the toilet? Is Rachel gonna go poop in her pants?"
This time it was Rachel's turn to blush. "It's not that bad. I'm just a bit gassy. I can hold it until I'm done with this, easily". Internally, though, she wasn't so sure. It would be far from the first time that she messed herself after trying to wait too long. In the years that she'd been with Mark, he must have seen her soil herself at least a dozen times. Unlike him, her bladder control was strong and stable, save for a few drunken incidents that had been someone else's fault anyway. It was at the other end that she tended to have accidents, usually when she was too busy with something else to get to the toilet, or when she just couldn't quite hold it until the end of whatever movie or show she was watching. Frustratingly, Mark still didn't see why it was different from his wetting problem.
At last, Rachel felt herself begin to turtlehead. Something firm and thick emerged from her bumhole and reached out towards the fabric of her underwear. Fortunately, she'd just finished polishing off the last surface in the room. She set down her duster and spray on the table and headed out of the room, smirking in satisfaction that she'd proven Mark wrong again.
She was right next to the toilet with a log sticking out of her arse when disaster struck. Through the window on the back door, it started to rain in the garden. Rachel swore out loud and rushed outside, knowing she had seconds to save the washing that was drying on the line.
Every step was painful while she gathered up the clothes, leaving pegs scattered on the floor below. It didn't take long before she realised that she was shitting her pants. Rachel swore again, grabbing the last few sheets, feeling the thick, doughy mass fill her underwear and squish against her bum. She did everything to shut off the flow, but her exhausted muscles were done with holding. Her colon demanded to be empty. She resigned herself to a pair of shitty knickers and a bit of teasing, now just focused on getting the washing inside.
Rachel locked the back door behind her and dumped the damp pile on the floor. She stepped over it, then was hit with another wave of desperation. More poo that she hadn't even known was still inside of her crawled out. The bulge in her jeans went from an orange to a mango. All that Rachel could do was stand there and let it happen, grateful at least for the relief she was finally getting.
"Was it raining?" Came Mark's voice. She looked up and he was rounding the corner. "I heard you open the back-"
He froze, taking in what had happened for a second. An evil grin spread across his face. "Wow, I guess you couldn't keep your back door closed, could you?"
Rachel huffed. "Shut up," she said again.
"It looks like you were a bit wrong about being able to hold it in, babe". He took a few steps closer to her, reached behind and patted the massive bulge in the seat of her pants. He towered over her by ten inches; it made her feel tiny. "It looks like you had a really big accident".
"I wasn't wrong," she protested, "I could have made it in plenty of time". That was an exaggeration- even without the washing incident it would have been a close call- but her boyfriend didn't need to know that. "I was just about to sit on the toilet and go when it started fucking pissing it down. If you'd helped me get the washing in I would have made it easy". That was also a lie. Rachel didn't care. She was just glad to have finally taken the dump she'd needed all morning, even if it was in her nice underwear.
She broke away from the hug and marched towards the upstairs bathroom. That one had a shower, which she was going to need. On the way she stripped off her jeans and left them in the washing machine.
"The rain didn't make you do that, honey," Mark pointed out, watching her go, staring at the brown-stained bulge that protruded from the back of her yellow and white knickers.
"Then it was your fault," she called over her shoulder, "you or the rain, take your pick. I don't care who you blame, but it wasn't me".
There was no need to close the door behind her while she stood in the bath and lowered her underwear until they were around her ankles. It was easy to use the panties as a glove to dump the poo into the toilet, then wash herself clean with soap and hot water.
Mark didn't get it. She could have gone to the toilet whenever she wanted. She could have made it. It wasn't her fault that she hated stopping what she was doing. And it wasn't the same as his problem, pissing himself indiscriminately whenever he needed to go. She thought about something that had happened the week before...
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"Right, keep watch for a second, I have to take a piss," Rachel slurred.
Mark looked around nervously. "Here?"
They were in the middle of the suburbs, only a few more minutes from their house. It was pitch-dark outside, with the only illumination coming from rows of streetlights that reflected off of windows or car wing mirrors. At 3AM, nobody else was around but the two of them. Their neighbourhood was mostly people with kids or guys who had to be up for work in the morning. They were the only living souls in the whole town, so it felt.
"Yes, Mark, right fucking here," she said haughtily, "unless you'd prefer I pissed myself?"
Rachel had been absolutely busting for a wee since they'd gotten off the train. She hadn't bothered going at the station, with home only a short walk away, but now it was clear that she'd need to rethink the plan.
"Can't you hold it until we get home?"
"No".
Mark glanced around again. He'd heard of people getting arrested for indecent exposure and he didn't want his girlfriend to join the list. "Can you try and wait until we get somewhere a bit more private?"
"No". They were right in the middle of a densely populated road, with houses and cars on either side. He wouldn't be surprised if someone could hear them through a bedroom window right now.
"Please try," he pleaded, "we're almost home".
Clearly, Rachel was beyond reason. "Don't be such a pussy, Mark," she goaded, yanking her panties down to her ankles and squatting on the pavement with her skirt hitched up. She moaned in drunken relief as a stream started instantly, apparently not caring that it was splashing her boyfriend's shoes. "Fuck, that's so much better".
"Hurry it up," he said, trying to see if anyone was looking through their curtains. Mark was drunk, too, but not enough to make him feel good about his girlfriend getting her snatch out a few streets away from where they lived.
"Done!" she announced eventually, standing straight again and pulling her pants back up. "Come on, you big baby, let's get you home". With an arm around his back, they walked the rest of the way.
The warmth of the front hall was a welcome change from outside's bitter cold. Mark led his fiancée up the stairs. Suddenly he felt everything he'd drunk catching up with him.
Wordlessly, they started undressing. Both had slept naked for as long as they'd known each other. Rachel left her clothes in a heap by the door, Mark's on the chair next to the make-up table. Rachel checked herself in the mirror and spun around, boobs sticking out, hoping to get some action before bed. She'd been horny most of the night, hence her little show of pissing in the street. Instead she saw Mark already in bed, face down on the pillow.
"Mark," she sighed, "at least go for a piss before bed!"
But Mark was already passed out.
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The next time Rachel opened her eyes, the room was already bright and full of colour. Her nipples stood alert and pink in the morning's cold. On the left hand, three fingers were still sticky from where a horny, booze-fuelled wank had turned into a horny, booze-fuelled orgasm before she'd fallen asleep the night before. She had only vague memories of it, just that she had badly needed to fuck and been forced to turned to her own devices when Mark had passed out before he could- before he could...
That brought back another memory, of something she'd said before slipping between the sheets that night. Mark, at least go for a piss before bed. And he hadn't. She turned around to face him, still fast asleep and turned towards the window. Her right hand reached out to feel the sheet around his waist. Her suspicions were confirmed instantly: the fabric was soaking wet and already getting cold.
Rachel was no stranger to Mark wetting the bed. Usually it happened when he was drunk, and it didn't take more than a beer to get Mark drunk. She'd grown used to it over time, and they had invested in a mattress protector, so she was never too worried when it happened now.
The first step was to determine exactly how bad the accident was. Rachel slid across the bed so that she was practically spooning her boyfriend. She reached over him and started probing, first the sheets on the other side of his butt, then near his knees. As expected, the puddle was gargantuan. She felt his cock and ran her fingers through his thick, manly bush. Both were dripping with pee, too. He'd clearly absolutely drenched himself, and all because he hadn't been to the loo before bed.
Rachel tutted. She felt him stir and wake up. Her fingers on his cock must have aroused him in more ways than one, because it sprung to life, doubling in size in a matter of seconds. When it was rock hard, she wrapped her hand around it and squeezed.
"Morning," she said, "how're you?"
It took him a few seconds to fully get up to speed. "I'm good," he mumbled, "what did I do to deserve this?"
She pumped his dick a few times to tease him, then let go and whispered in his ear. "You pissed the bed again. Now strip the sheets, I'm going for a poo".
With that, she left him stunned and hard in bed, smirking as she walked to the bathroom.
Unlike the downstairs toilet, a tiny shed of a room tucked right at the back of the house, upstairs they had a spacious ensuite that you barely had to move out of bed to reach. Rachel sat down and started to push. This was her routine the morning after getting drunk- she would climb out from under the duvet, usually after some good sex, and walk naked straight to the toilet to empty her bloated bowels.
She'd never admit it to anyone other than Mark, but she loved these morning dumps. It felt so good to sit down and push it all out of her, hear it pour from her body and splash into the water. She even loved stinking up the room. In the background she could hear Mark climbing down the stairs, opening the laundry machine and shutting it again, then returning to the first floor. Just as she was getting to the good part, her boyfriend walked back in, buck naked and embarrassed.
"What's up?"
"I still need a piss," he admitted sheepishly.
Rachel sighed. Suddenly their roles from last night were reversed- now he was the one who had to go, and it was she trying to delay it. "Can it wait?" she asked.
He squeezed his dick tight. It had mostly softened up again since her little tease back in bed. "No," he admitted.
"Fine," she said, "you can just piss in the sink. I'm not gonna be done here for a few more minutes". With a log dangling out of her arse, Rachel was in no mood to give up her place on the toilet, and she didn't trust Mark to aim through her legs.
Mark turned and unleashed a torrent into the sink, a relieved expression on his face. Though this was something she wouldn't even admit to him, Rachel quite liked watching him go, especially desperate like this. She just couldn't let her boyfriend make a habit of pissing in the sink, so she only allowed it when there weren't any other viable options, and she wanted to avoid a puddle on the floor. She knew how flimsy his bladder control could be. He finally finished up just as her last turd splashed noisily into the water below.
Rather than wiping, Rachel decided to save the toilet paper and hop in the shower. She felt sweaty from last night and smelly from her dump, and her fingers were still tinged with dried juices. Within seconds she'd rinsed out her bum, and water tainted a light brown was gurgling down the drain.
"Care to join me?" she asked, letting the water run through her hair, down her back and over her chubby arse.
"You don't have to ask twice," Mark said eagerly. He climbed in with her, standing close.
"Of course, you need the shower more than me, seeing as you're covered in piss," she pointed out, splashing him playfully with hot water.
"Big talk from a woman who just washed poo out of her crack with her bare hand," Mark retorted, flicking drops at her nose.
She couldn't help laughing at that. "It's clean, okay?"
The teasing went on like that for a while, Rachel poking fun at him for wetting the bed, Mark grabbing her arse and laughing about times she'd wet herself. "You know," she said eventually, "I just realised something".
"What's that?"
"You didn't need to piss in the sink. If you waited another minutes you could've just gone in the shower". |
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"How about here?" asked Holly. Her shoulder ached from lugging their tent bag around on it from the car park into the campsite, and she was at the point where she'd have happily set the damned thing up on a patch of quicksand if it meant getting the weight off her back.
Renee looked around for a moment and nodded. They were a good twenty feet from the nearest other tent, and Holly could tell that her girlfriend was just as tired of carrying the bags. "This will do," she said, setting down a sack containing all of their supplies.
The campsite they'd booked was a peaceful little spot in the Lake District, a short walk from the water. It had been the cheapest option they could find, and Renee had wanted a few days away from home. From Friday to Monday, they'd have no internet and no electricity. All there was to do was explore the countryside and be with each other. It sounded like Holly's idea of hell. But she liked to do nice things for her partner, so she'd agreed without too much complaining, and they had left early in the morning to drive up from Portsmouth.
In the event, setting up their tent proved easier than Holly had dared to hope. She'd never been camping before, but Renee was experienced, and she guided the couple through the process, giggling like a kid at the suggestive image of the tentpoles poking through each hole in the fabric. Holly was left in charge of unpacking their stuff while Renee hammered pegs into the ground with a comically big mallet, explaining that the whole thing could fly away if they weren't careful. Holly privately felt that a wind strong enough to pick up the whole thing would be miraculous.
When they were done, Renee straightened up and admired their handiwork. "Right," she said, "you settle in, I'm going to look around the campsite quickly".
Holly watched her go, wondering why they were splitting up. Renee had always had a habit of disappearing on her own like this. Holly assumed that her girlfriend just needed some alone time every now and then. Besides, they needed to know where everything was. They'd need a freshwater tap, first of all, to fill up the kettle and stay hydrated. Then there had to be a shower block around her somewhere, so they could at least go to bed somewhat clean.
And they needed to know where the toilets were. This last one most of all, though Holly was loathe to admit it. She'd needed to poo all morning, and was looking forward to emptying her bowels. That would have to wait until Renee was in bed, though. In six months together, neither woman had felt close enough yet to so much as mention pooping, or farts. Both were more than happy to pee in view of the other, but that last barrier hadn't been overcome yet. Holly suspected they were both just intensely private people in that regard, though she was sure that they'd eventually cross that bridge together.
Renee came back about ten minutes later to find Holly pumping up the air mattress they'd bought from home.
"There's not much here," she admitted, "just a lot of other tents, a few taps and an outhouse".
That last word made Holly look up. "Outhouse?"
"A little shed with a toilet inside," Renee explained.
"I know what an outhouse is, I just didn't think we'd have to use one," Holly grumbled. She had no intention of doing her business in one of those. She hated having to look at other people's crap before she sat down. Holly was a woman who was used to the proper facilities.
"Relax," said Renee with a laugh, "we'll probably just piss outside, anyway. It's not like anyone would see".
It's not pissing I'm worried about, Holly thought, but she kept her mouth shut. She finished pumping up their bed for the next three nights and tossed the big sleeping bag brusquely on top. Then she excused herself, just as her girlfriend had done, on the pretence of 'looking around'. She wanted to get a look at this outhouse.
Unfortunately, it was just as bad as she'd expected. While a tiny flicker of hope had remained that this was some kind of ultra-modern, self-cleaning outhouse, what she actually found was a grubby, ancient-looking wooden shack that looked like the door could fall off at any minute. A short queue of other campers had already started forming outside. She didn't get closer- the smell told Holly everything she needed to know. Her fears were confirmed; there was no chance she would be able to bring herself to take a dump in here, no matter how badly she had to go.
For a moment, Holly considered sharing her predicament with Renee. But that thought was quickly chased away by her anxiety. She just didn't feel ready to share something so intimate with her partner, a part of her life that she hadn't talked about to anyone since she was a kid. So the only other option was to try and forget that she had to go.
Holly headed back to the tent, already feeling her belly starting to bloat up. She wondered if there might be some way she could persuade Renee to cut the trip short so she could find the relief she needed.
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Halfway through their second day at the campsite, Renee was in some serious trouble. She needed to poop, and with every passing hour the urge was getting stronger and more frequent. She did her best to ignore it by encouraging Holly to do all sorts of activities together. They'd rented a kayak and taken it out on the lake, then gone for a nature walk and even gone swimming. In the water, Renee had tried to squeeze her poop out while her bottom half was invisible, but her body didn't seem capable of pushing it painlesly out whilst standing up.
The worst part was that she'd barely needed to go the day before. She'd had her morning dump right before leaving early, and everything had been normal. Then she'd picked up Holly in the car. Renee had long since gotten used to holding in her poop while Holly was around, but they'd never spent a whole weekend away together before. She'd figured that it wouldn't be a problem until they'd realised that the only toilet was a smelly old outhouse. All of Saturday, the twinge in her bowels had come and gone, getting more and more urgent whenever it returned.
But she couldn't bring herself to tell Holly. She'd been the one going on about how freeing and fun camping was, while Holly was reluctant, so there was no way she was suddenly going to admit the big flaw in their plan. And besides, she and Holly simply didn't talk about that kind of stuff. What came out of a girl's butt was her business, Renee reasoned, even if she and Holly had plenty of experience putting stuff in each other's butts. She didn't think a camping weekend was a good time to breach a subject that was clearly sensitive.
By the time evening drew near, Renee had to poop badly enough that she was even willing to brave the outhouse. All of a sudden she was faced with a different problem altogether: she couldn't get away from Holly. They'd been inseparable all weekend, spending almost every minute together, and there was no way Renee could say she was going to the outhouse without Holly knowing that her girlfriend needed a number two. The thought made Renee blush deeply. Instead, she'd looked for an excuse to split up for a few minutes, figuring she could sneak away then, but no such chance came. She felt so full that it was uncomfortable, bordering on painful. At times she would need to actively clench her cheeks together to keep everything in its proper place. Every time her stomach rumbled, Renee rubbed it with one hand anxiously and hoped her girlfriend hadn't heard. How Holly didn't need to go by now was beyond her. She'd seen enough from mornings after they slept together that Holly usually pooped every morning- at least, that's what Renee had always assumed she was doing on those times where she got out of bed to "freshen up" and came back twenty minutes later in a shy mood.
In a way, it was weird. Renee couldn't put her finger on exactly why the two were so adamantly against sharing anything about that particular bodily need when they were so open with the other. Even when the latest belly cramp hit, the couple were taking a leak together, squatting opposite each other a few feet apart just off a path through a deserted forest.
"What do you want to do now?" asked Holly as her stream hissed into some paper-dry leaves.
Renee thought for a moment, hoping to heaven that her squatting position didn't cause her to lose control and deposit something much stinkier and more solid on the ground. It was getting dark, but Holly would still surely notice if her girlfriend were to suddenly poop on the forest floor. "It's late," she said, "we should head back soon. We could open that wine?" They'd bought a carefully-packaged, albeit cheap, bottle of red and some plastic wine glasses.
Holly agreed with the plan, and soon they were wiping with tissues from a packet she kept in her pocket. Renee came away relieved not to have accidentally pooped, but even more desperate to go than she'd been all day.
The whole walk back was spent searching hungrily for a chance to sneak off and empty her colon. She thought of suggesting a game of hide and seek, as bizarre as it was, where she could pretend to be looking for Holly and use the time to speed run a poop. But there were a few too many holes in the plan: firstly, she didn't have the tissues and couldn't ask Holly for any without being obvious... and second was the risk that Holly might get bored and come looking for her, in which case she would catch her partner of half a year in the middle of pushing a turd out onto the ground. Holly got bored easily. In other circumstances Renee might have found it cute.
In the end, Renee was forced to accept that the opportunity to sneak away for even a few minutes wasn't going to present itself. Her best bet was to enjoy the wine, try and get some sleep and try again in the morning. Once they were a few glasses deep, perhaps she wouldn't feel the need to go quite as badly. At least it was good to have a reason to hope.
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A few hours later they were stumbling drunkenly into the tent, leaving two camping chairs, two plastic glasses and the dregs of a bottle of wine set up and forgotten outside. Holly tripped on the rim of the tent and fell, crashing onto the air mattress and bringing Renee down with her. She couldn't help laughing, at least until Holly cut her off with a passionate, alcohol-fuelled kiss that went on for a very long time. Suddenly Renee's need to shit was back with a vengeance... but she wouldn't, couldn't let something so small interrupt what was about to happen.
She sat on Holly's waist, one knee on either side. It was one of her favourite moves, but this time Renee found a new advantage- sitting on Holly's pelvis meant there was added pressure on her butt, making it just a little easier to hold her shit in. From there she lifted Holly up until they were almost face-to-face, and yanked her girlfriend's t-shirt up and over her shoulders until it landed in one corner of the tent, discarded. Her face buried itself in Holly's neck, kissing behind the ear while her fingers fumbled to undo the girl's tight bra.
It popped off easily and Holly smirked. "Now you," she ordered, and Renee was all too happy to obey, stripping off her own top half in what felt like a few seconds. The tent was warmer than she'd expected- or maybe that was the wine. She shoved Holly back down flat, shuffled backwards and pulled off the brunette's shorts and panties in one go. It exposed the pussy she'd grown to love for the last six months, one that was still slightly wet from the piss they'd taken together before bed, when she'd told Holly not to bother wiping herself.
Renee's face moved towards Holly's pussy like a moth making a beeline to a lamp. If not for the urge to poop that had kept her so distracted, Renee knew she'd have been thinking about this moment all day. She was so close that she could smell the juices-
And she could smell something else, too, something that caught her off guard. It wasn't a smell she'd ever heard coming from Holly, as far as she could tell, but there was no mistaking it. It was a fart smell. Renee knew her own. Holly's was close, if not quite identical.
But Renee was too horny to let that get in the way of things. She told herself that it was only a surprise because she'd never thought about Holly's farts before. Of course she farts, said the voice in Renee's brain, everyone does. No big deal. Now get back in there and lick her until she screams. That did the trick, aided by the wine. Renee quickly found that she couldn't smell the fart at all when her nose was buried between the lips of Holly's cunt. The taste was almost heavenly enough to make Renee forget she had to shit so badly.
Prrrrrt
That time Renee didn't just smell it. She heard it. There was no doubt at all that Holly had let one rip. Renee came up for air, unable to hide her surprise. She saw Holly lying completely still, not looking her in the eyes, red in the cheeks. Renee pushed herself up and went to lie beside Holly's naked body, so that their heads were close enough to kiss. With her right hand, she reached over and started to rub her girlfriend's clit in the circles that she knew she liked so well. She was determined not to let something like farting ruin this great sex. It was uncharted territory for them, true, but still...
Holly tried to break the silence after a while. "Renee, I-"
But Renee leaned over and silenced her girlfriend with a kiss again. She'd known that eventually the couple would have to get comfortable talking about pooping and farting in front of each other. She just really didn't want tonight to be that night, not when it had started so promisingly. It was impossible not to worry that they'd kill the mood if the conversation got too heavy, or too intimate.
"Don't worry about it," she instructed, "just fuck me".
In truth, while half of her body was screaming out to get done good and hard, the other half was just begging for some distraction from how badly she had to poop. Renee felt like she was on the verge of turtleheading, her weakened sphincter muscles unable to hold out much longer. When Holly reached over and started to slowly slide her smallest finger into Renee's pussy, she was grateful for the diversion. They kissed again, and she knew that Holly was also grateful to be allowed to pretend the farts hadn't happened.
The wine kicked in then. The night started to blur into one moment for Renee. She remembered Holly's whimpers as she came. She remembered being brought to a crashing orgasm herself by Holly's tongue. And she remembered needing to shit so very, very badly.
At some point in that drunken blur, as the orgasms subsided, the two girls fell asleep in each other's arms.
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Holly woke up with exactly the kind of headache that could only come from a wine hangover. She'd been through it all before, which was why she usually preferred to stick to beer or spirits- that had all changed when she'd met Renee, though, who was a wine woman through and through. Holly blamed the French genes. She turned over to look around the tent, lit up by sunlight that seeped in easily through the thin material that formed the walls they were expecting to protect them from the elements. Renee looked fast asleep beside her, eyes closed, face still.
There was a strong smell in the tent that Holly knew well, and she realised immediately where it was coming from. It wasn't just Holly's head that was feeling the effects of the night before. Her belly, too, was painful and bloated. However desperately she'd had to poop the day before, when she'd tried and failed a dozen times to sneak away from Renee and relieve herself out in the woods... she had to go twice as badly now. She vaguely remembered farting while being eaten out the night before, and her face burned with shame. But there was no time to linger on that now. She could feel her poop starting to poke out down there. Holly knew from experience (from the few times when she'd been desperate enough to touch cloth before, though this time her nakedness gave her no cloth to touch) that when she was at the point of turtleheading, she had no more than a few minutes to get to the bathroom.
As quietly as she could possibly move, Holly slipped out of the sleeping bag and started searching the tent frantically for the clothes she'd had stripped off of her the night before. She found them dotted over the place, unpleasantly cold and wrinkled. There was no time to care what state they were in. Holly pulled them on and snuck out of the tent, hoping desperately that the sound of the zip wouldn't wake her girlfriend. It was no easy task to get out of there undetected, especially when Holly was too bursting for a poo to think straight. Somehow, though, she managed it, and soon she was rushing across the field with the tent behind her. There was nothing else for it. She was going to have to force herself to use the outhouse, no matter how disgusting and unpleasant it would be. The alternative now was shitting herself. The nearest place out of sight of other campers was just too far away for her to stand any chance of making it.
The campsite was shaped like an L, with Holly and Renee's tent on one leg and the outhouse at one end of the other. She rounded the corner, knowing the outhouse would be in sight... and then she saw the queue. There were four people lined up outside, each holding a roll of toilet paper.
Holly didn't know whether what happened next was triggered by the realisation that the queue was too long, or if it was a coincidence that her body finally gave in at that exact moment. All she knew was that she froze in place when she saw the wait and started to shit her pants. For the first time since she'd been a little girl, Holly's asshole stretched out as she stood there, powerless to stop it. A thick piece of poop slid into her underwear more quickly than she could have believed. She focused every bit of mental and physical energy she could summon into trying to clench her bum closed again, but the hangover had made her weak, not to mention days of holding.
Within seconds the first log had broken off into her knickers, hot and huge, undoubtedly leaving a bulge that anyone walking past would see. She wasn't done yet, though; another piece rushed to follow, this one looser and longer. Suddenly her underwear was too full- the mess was going to tumble out of the sides and down her leg. Holly grabbed her ass with both hands to stop that happening and her face burned even hotter. If it wasn't already obvious that she was soiling herself like a child, it would be now.
As soon as she finally felt empty, bitter that humiliation had stopped her from being able to enjoy the relief, Holly waddled away into the trees, cutting between two tents. A kid had poked his head out from one of them and was watching, slack-jawed. In the cover of the forest, when she was deep enough that she couldn't be seen, Holly dropped her shorts to the floor. She used the key in her pocket to saw off her shitty underwear and left it on the floor. It fell heavily, weighed down by the sheer size of the poop.
Now that she'd gotten away with it without Renee noticing, Holly did feel a lot better. She wasn't in pain anymore, at least. A quick squat beside the poop gave her a chance to empty her bladder, which she hadn't even realised had filled up overnight. She would simply sneak back to the tent, and if her girlfriend asked, say she went out to take a leak.
Nobody had to find out that she'd had an accident. Well, except for the dozens who'd seen it, that was.
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Renee was woken up by the sound of a tent zipper hissing. She opened her eyes and propped herself up, a little chilly in the morning air. Something felt weird, but she couldn't tell what. The tent was empty other than for herself. Holly must have already gotten up and gone out to take a piss, or something. That was a shame. If Renee had woken a little earlier they could have gone together.
Almost right away, the overwhelming smell of poop hit Renee's nostrils. She recoiled the first time she breathed it in, then forced herself to sniff the air again to make sure she hadn't exaggerated it. It had to have been the worst-smelling fart Renee had ever encountered, though she had no idea if it had come from her or her girlfriend.
She pulled the top of the sleeping bag off of her naked body, and suddenly realised why the fart smelt so strong: it wasn't a fart at all. On the bed- on her side of the bed- was a huge, thick piece of shit, almost a foot long, and firm too. Then it hit Renee why she'd felt weird when she woke up. She didn't need to poop anymore. She had shit the bed in her sleep and, by some miracle, had done it while facing away from Holly, so that it fell on the side of the sleeping bag that her girlfriend couldn't see.
Panic rose in Renee's throat. She squirmed out from under the covers, careful not to touch the poop. She'd held it so long that the turd, as monstrous as it was, had come out solid and dry. That was a slice of luck, because it meant it hadn't left a mark... yet. But Holly could be back any second now if she was only going for a quick squirt. Renee needed to do something fast.
She fumbled around the floor by where Holly's clothes and been and almost sighed in relief when her hands closed around the half-empty pack of tissues her girlfriend had been carrying around all weekend. Renee yanked a few of them out of the packet, enough to form a sort of tissue glove. A plan formed instantly. It was gross, but it was all she could think of, especially if she was working against the clock. Once again she found herself feeling grateful that it was a solid poop. Anything looser would surely have wrecked the bed and made hiding her accident impossible.
Just in time, she stopped herself. She needed to think this over before she made a mistake that would give her away. Renee grabbed a few extra squares of paper, scrunched them up into a ball and used them to clean off her asshole as best as she could with some frantic swipes back there. Luckily there was barely a mark on the paper. Next she pulled on a t-shirt and pair of shorts. Commando would have to do, and there was no time to worry about a bra. If Holly asked she would just call it a feminist choice.
Using the paper, Renee picked up the poop, squirming from the feeling of warmth that spread through two layers of tissue. It wasn't easy to pick up something so big all in one go, but she just about managed to lift the whole turd. With her spare hand, Renee unzipped the tent again, just enough that she could squeeze outside. The air out there was crisp, and it was a relief to be somewhere that didn't smell badly of her earthy shit.
Renee straightened up and her heart stopped. Across the field she saw the one person she'd hoped not to come face-to-face with for at least a couple more minutes. Holly was walking towards the tent, giving her girlfriend a smile and a wave. Instinctively the hand holding the poop went and hid behind her back. She drew in breath. How was she supposed to explain to Holly why she was holding a poo wrapped in toilet paper? This was trouble. For the second time that morning, Renee started to panic, her chest tightening in seconds. She would be caught.
The idea that popped into her head at the last minute was a terrible one, but it was all she had. As Holly came within fifteen feet, Renee pointed up at a random cloud in the sky and shouted, "Look!"
She couldn't believe it worked. Holly spun around and stood there, shielding her eyes from the sun and trying to see what her girlfriend was looking at. Renee had to act fast. She turned to the side and, underarm, flung the poop as far as she could manage. It arched into the air and flew out of sight, landing beneath a nearby tree.
Relief- real relief- flooded Renee then. She rushed up behind Holly and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "That cloud," she lied, "it looks like a dog".
Holly frowned. "What kind of freaky dog did you have as a kid?" she asked.
Renee just laughed. She squeezed Holly a little tighter and told her to forget about it. "Where'd you go?" she asked.
"Just needed a piss," said Holly, and Renee realised something then that she hadn't noticed in all the panic.
"I do, too," she said, "pretty bad. Come with me?"
As ever, Holly was all too happy to keep her girlfriend company as she wondered off into the woods to pee, careful not to walk near the evidence of her accident. Renee thought to herself that they really should start being more open with each other about needing to poop. Maybe she'd bring it up soon. But perhaps not today. |
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It was still early in the morning, but the sun was out and the crops were motionless on Golden Creek Farm as the farmer's daughter made her morning rounds. She would take the same route every morning, right after sunrise- you could set your watch by it and some of the locals did. Driving the family's old tractor from the farmhouse in a loop around the property took the better part of half an hour, taking her to the backs of the fields, over a stream and then back again. Her job was to check that the fences remained secure.
The farmer's daughter was a girl of twenty-two, and every bit the farm girl her parents had expected her to become. She came out this morning with scraggly blonde hair pushed back and tamed by a straw hat, in denim overalls and a cotton white t-shirt marked with dirt from the previous day's work. She had a pretty face, but there was plenty of grime beneath those fingernails, and plenty of experience behind naive blue eyes. Someone had once told her she hadn't had much to work with in the chest department. She'd replied that God had given her the brains and the other girl the titties.
As she rumbled along the perimeter, Katie's bladder twinged uncomfortably. She hadn't been for her morning piss yet, and she always needed her morning piss within an hour of waking up. That morning, Katie hadn't so much as visited the toilet beside the room where she slept. Most people would assume that Katie was forgetful, or scatterbrained, but her neglect of the bathroom was a design choice.
Katie had never liked using toilets. They seemed a waste of time to her- especially when man was intended to do his or her business in nature. She much preferred nature. There were no petty rules or waiting times.
So Katie didn't hesitate to park the tractor- if you could call 'turning the engine off' parking- and climb down onto the field. Here she was in one of her favourite spots to pee in the morning, beneath a tall old oak tree that overhung the fence. Southern Montana didn't get a lot of rain, and Katie liked to joke that she watered this patch of grass more than nature itself got around to. A public footpath ran parallel to the fence, but this morning there was nobody walking past. That seemed a shame to Katie.
Getting herself undressed before a piss was easier said than done when Katie was in an outfit like this. She popped the buttons on the straps of her overalls, threaded her arms through them and peeled them down until they were out of the way. Then she pulled on pink cotton panties just enough to expose her buttocks to the fresh air, just the way she liked it. Even beneath such a bright sun, there was enough chill in the atmosphere to feel good in exactly the right kinds of ways.
Just for a little while, Katie squatted there and waited for the flow to start naturally. She never liked to push, whether she had to go number one or number two. It was better to wait until she had to go, and then let her body do its thing. So she squatted on legs built up over the years to be good at squatting, admired the outdoors and waited. A little breeze blew on her pussy lips. It felt like getting a cool kiss down there, like being made love to by someone with an ice cube in her mouth.
The trickling soon started, just as she'd known it would. Katie fought the temptation to close her eyes and let it happen. At first, hot golden liquid just dribbled out of her hole, running down her lips, some of it sitting in her vagina and resting there. It didn't take long before a stream got going. Pee arced away from her crotch and onto dry soil. She had needed to go enough to feel that sweet relief of emptying her bladder in the morning, but not enough that holding it in had become painful. That was Katie's perfect sweet spot.
She looked up at that giant oak tree, knowing it wouldn't be long before the acorns started falling again, then back between her legs. Katie had always liked the sight of herself taking a leak. She loved watching it shoot out of her like she were some fountain, all golden and sometimes steaming in the cold months, and the way it formed a little puddle in the dirt on the hot days. That was happening now, and it was almost reaching the sides of her feet. She giggled, feeling the warmth run beneath bare soles. Katie didn't mind if her feet got a little wet.
Katie had a bigger bladder than most would guess, by looking at her- she was a slim girl, and short, but could hold her pee for plenty longer than even most of her male friends. But that meant that the few times she had to go each day, the lakes she sometimes left on the floor were big enough to sail a paper boat on comfortably.
Once she was eventually done, Katie wiped her pussy dry with the front side of her overalls. In twenty-two years she'd never found a toilet paper that dried a kitty like denim. Ironic, really.
The mark on the front of the dungarees would be dried and gone by the time she got back to her farm. Her parents knew that Katie liked to use the world as her toilet, and had long since given up trying to toilet-train her, but she didn't want to upset them by reminding them. So she redressed herself and climbed back on the tractor, and soon she was gone, and the only traces that she'd ever been there were faint tyre tracks and a quickly-drying puddle on the floor beneath the old oak tree.
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Katie tapped her horse with the inside of her left leg, and he picked up the pace. They had ridden a couple of miles out of the farm, to a blackberry bush that nobody other than her seemed to know about. The sun wasn't long for the sky, and Katie wanted to get home before darkness fell. She turned the gelding down a narrow lane that cut closer to Golden Creek, and probed him to go a little faster. He was a huge thing, chocolate brown with a black mane, and Katie had ridden him out here more times than she could count.
Katie wanted to speed up because she had to use the bathroom. Her bladder had been full for most of the afternoon, but she'd ignored it, caught up in the world around her. Eventually, though, the need to pee had returned with a vengeance. She'd slung the bag of blackberries over her shoulder and climbed back on the gelding, looking forward to getting back to the stables so that she could get some relief.
But needing to pee alone wasn't reason enough to worry Katie. There was something else pressing her, and it had to do with a completely different bodily function- she needed to poop. For most of her life, Katie had been a once-a-day pooper, regular as clockwork. The urge would come on in the late afternoon and by evening she'd be desperate to go, if she hadn't already emptied her bowels. First she'd get gassy, then her belly would start to rumble beneath her shirt, and eventually Katie would need to clench her butt closed just to ensure that she didn't shit in her breeches. Today was no different, and she rode home starting to wonder if she'd make it back to the stables in time.
For now, though, the need to pee was worse than the need to poop. Katie had neglected her bladder while she was harvesting, and now that negligence was catching up with her. That rarely posed a problem for Katie. She'd been on hundreds of long rides in her young life, often for hours at a time, and it wasn't always practical to disembark and find somewhere to tie up the horse while she squatted and pissed. Luckily, she'd found a solution. By now her body was used to simply peeing on horseback, and Poncho didn't seem to mind.
There was one very easy step when Katie had to relieve herself while riding: she simply had to let go. As soon as her body relaxed, she felt better instantly. It was like she was releasing all of the pressure and stress that had built up in her bladder, giving her waters permission to return to the earth below.
At first nothing happened. Then, slowly, Katie felt the crotch of her panties blossoming warm and wet. The moisture bloomed and seeped through cotton, into her deep blue jodhpurs. These were a carefully picked garment, selected because the colour was dark enough that no stain would show if she were to run into her parents.
The leaking became a dribble, making Katie break out into a smile. Warmth spread across her thighs. Before she knew it, pee was cascading down either side of the gelding's back, simply too much to be contained by her clothes. It ran down past each knee and soaked her ankles, hot and comforting. Katie glanced over her shoulder and saw little black dots on the soil behind her where her piss was raining down on the ground. She still had plenty left inside her to go.
When Katie felt empty at last, those wet stains behind her stretched back much farther than she could see. It felt as though she'd been peeing for a quarter mile. Poncho trotted on, completely unaware of what his rider had done. Katie bore down a little and squeezed out the final few spurts for good measure; her bladder was so big that she often found a couple of extra pushes left in her by the time the natural flow had died out. They hissed into her underwear like squirts from a water pistol- albeit one filled with warm, salty water.
Now the fresh air was tinged with the smell of urine, but Katie didn't feel like she'd tainted it- quite the opposite. She felt like a wild thing when she did this, like an animal leaving her scent to show where she'd been. Lukewarm pee made the jodhpurs cling comfortably to her legs, even tighter than before. Anyone walking past now would assume she'd had a little accident, and Katie was happy to let them believe that. They wouldn't understand, anyway.
Still, Katie had only taken care of one of her needs. While emptying her bladder had been as pleasant as always, she still had to poop. Her bowels grumbled in discontent, demanding that she unburden them of the load that had undoubtedly been made by last night's dinner. The good news was that, by now, Katie and her horse were only a mile or so from home. It looked like she would make it. Katie didn't always make it when she had to poop on horseback, but even then she found that soiling herself was better than the risk of losing the horse, especially because it sometimes took her ten or even twenty minutes to unload a really big dump.
With warm, wet panties and a colon full almost to bursting, Katie turned her horse down the final stretch of road. The farm was almost in sight.
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Katie's jodhpurs had already begun to dry off once she'd led Poncho safely into the stable. She had a grooming routine for after every ride with him, and she liked to keep it consistent. Horses, she found, responded to careful consistency above all else. If she left him in the stable and just disappeared for the night, the bond between them wouldn't stay as strong, and Katie knew they'd lose some of the mutual trust that she'd built up for years.
The trouble with that was it meant she couldn't just rush off somewhere to poop as soon as she got back to the farm. Her favourite spots included the old outhouse that nobody else still used, or a little patch of grass by the fish pond behind the farmhouse. Usually, when she had to go number two, Katie would sneak off somewhere like that and take twenty minutes or so to do her business. On days like today, though, when she had tasks to complete first, she'd have to hold it in. That could get plenty distracting when she was trying to do something tricky like brushing a matted mane. Fortunately, Katie had been in this position before, and she knew what to do.
The thing with a stable was that living beings pooped in it all the time. Nobody else would ever need to know if Katie happened to be among those beings. She'd gotten away with taking a crap in here more times than she cared to keep track of. So she stepped away from Poncho for a minute- he kept chewing hay, apparently unbothered- and hooked a thumb between the waistband of her jodhpurs and each cool, smooth hip.
In one motion she lowered the jodhpurs and her soaked underwear until they were around her knees. Then Katie squatted down, over one of the fresher patches of hay. She waited. It was clear from the feeling inside of her body that she wasn't going to need to push. Soon enough, as expected, she felt her ring start to stretch, to slowly open up. The tip of the first log emerged. It felt firm and rounded, as was her norm. Katie smiled wide at the feeling of being penetrated from inside. She wasn't someone who made long, thick poops. Instead she crapped in pellets, little round chunks, like she was some kind of giant rabbit. That had always been how her body worked, and she'd always liked it, though she never really understood why it happened.
The first lump fell out of her and landed with a soft crunch on the hay. Out came four or five more pieces, each taking a few seconds to pass through her tight butthole before falling the last few inches and hitting the floor of the stable. Later she would sweep it all up along with the horse dung and nobody would ever be any the wiser.
Katie always knew naturally when she was done pooping, because she could feel the emptiness inside her. To finish up, a little dribble of pee flowed out of her, as it often did after a big shit. The liquid ran down her labia, between the folds of her pussy and through the little ridge between her vagina and her asshole, before raining down on top of the brown, steaming pile she'd deposited below. Now she felt ten times better. It was like she'd shed a tonne of weight, both from the front and back. One of these days someone would walk in on her while she pooped on the hay, but Katie wasn't too worried. It was only her body.
With her jodhpurs still wet from peeing in them earlier, Katie didn't see any reason to trouble herself with a small matter such as wiping her butt. After all, no matter what she did, she'd still need to wash them tonight. So she stood up and pulled them back up, along with her underwear. The cotton was starting to get cold now as her pee cooled off, but she didn't mind- the feeling was still nice. It reminded her of the fun she'd had on the ride home.
Stepping around the poop on the floor, she went back to grooming Poncho, hoping she remembered to sweep up her mess after she was done. Her dumps were bigger than most women, sure, but there was no way anyone would be mistaking it for horse shit if they saw.
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The next time Katie ventured out beyond the limits of the farm around evening's fall, she went without a horse. She didn't see the need to prepare Poncho for a ride when she only wanted to wander around and see what kind of wildlife might be in the woods. She was looking, specifically, for a deer that her daddy had spotted the day before, because he thought it might have looked injured. It had seemed okay when Katie found it, so she watched from a distance for a while before turning back and heading toward the farmhouse. The walk home couldn't be more than a half hour.
Katie had set out that day in a blouse and skirt, with no underwear to warm her thighs. On hot days, she liked to go commando from time to time. It was nice to get some air up there.
As she always did at this time of day, Katie had to piss and poop badly before too long. Other women would have been uncomfortable in a situation like this, wondering how they were going to get home before they had an accident. But it didn't faze Katie. She only needed to find the perfect spot to relieve herself, and she found it in the shape of a stream that ran south just outside of the farm's borders.
Katie waded out into the fast-moving water, which was refreshingly cold and barely deep enough to reach her ankles. Poncho wasn't a big fan of the water like Katie, so she only got to go in the stream when she wasn't riding. As she settled in a spot in the centre of the river, standing with legs spread, she heard voices. Passers-by weren't unusual in this neck of the woods, but Katie hadn't expected to run into any today. She looked up and saw them, a man and a woman, walking in her direction. They were heading her way.
Standing there, waiting for her body to start opening the channels, Katie thought it looked pretty obvious what she was doing. But the hikers must not have seen it, because they walked within twenty feet of her spot and asked her for directions. They wanted to get to a little down just a mile or so from the farm. Katie was more than happy to help, of course. She pointed a few times while she explained the best route to take, and they nodded to show that they understood. At some point while she was talking, Katie started to pee.
With her legs spread, and in the absence of panties, there was nothing stopping Katie's pee from just tinkling down into the stream. The feeling of relief made her sigh audibly. She glanced down and saw that her piss was the usual colour- deep gold, like apple cider. After a few seconds she caught the hikers stealing confused glances at the bottom of her skirt, but Katie didn't care what they thought. When she had to go, she had to go. It was their fault if they couldn't handle a little pee.
One form of relief seemed to facilitate another, and Katie felt her asshole opening up again. It was almost all she could do not to moan out loud when her butt was stretched out like elastic. A first, big chunk of poop tumbled out of her, and fell between her legs and into the stream with a loud splash. She felt it brush the back of her ankle when the current carried it away. Another piece came next, then another, each bigger than the last.
By now the hikers looked genuinely alarmed to be conversing with a girl who was clearly not wearing underwear, not to mention pissing and shitting into a river and acting like it was the most normal thing in the world. The man looked like he was going to say something to her, but his wife was too polite, and she moved him along with a squeaky word of thanks. Katie watched them disappear into the trees, finished with her poop but still pissing like a racehorse into the water. She couldn't understand why so many people found what she did so taboo.
The truth was that Katie had always loved the feeling of taking a leak into the river. She loved how free and natural it made her feel. She loved the sound of her stream tinkling into nature's stream. Above all, she loved the way the cool water around her bare feet would be tinged with warmth. It was like all the water and juice and milk that she guzzled down every day gave her the power to heat up a whole body of water, even if it was only temporary. She liked the idea that her hot piss-current would pass through a spot half a mile downstream later that day.
When she was done, Katie hitched up her skirt and squatted down right there. She didn't check behind her- it seemed no big deal if any strangers were to get an inadvertent look at her butt while she cleaned up. First she scooped up some fresh water and used it to rinse the pee off of her pussy. Then, with a bare hand, she did the same with her butthole, making sure to rub any traces of poop away. She didn't need to get any on her skirt.
Satisfied in more ways than one, Katie stood up again and let her skirt fall back into its natural position. She could feel cold stream water trickling down her thighs. It was far from an unpleasant feeling. When she got back to the farm, she felt as though some masturbation could be in order. In a way she hadn't expected, being caught using the woods as her bathroom had gotten her strangely excited.
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A few days passed before Katie took Poncho out again, this time to try and track down something that was causing a blockage upstream. The river had been flowing more weakly the past few days, and she wanted to clear the plug before it did any lasting damage. It was almost getting dark by the time she'd finally located the problem and hauled it out of the way- a tree had fallen down a few miles from the farmhouse, but Katie had strong shoulders and she was able to move it alone.
She was desperate to poop, trotting briskly over rough terrain with the setting sun over her shoulders. Katie had forgotten to attach Poncho's lead again, so she couldn't risk jumping off for a few minutes to poop. She loved her gelding very much, but he had a reputation for bolting, and it simply wasn't worth taking her chances. So she kept on riding, wondering if she might be better off putting a sign by the stable door to remind her to bring a rope next time. All too often she found herself in this position. She usually forgot all about it by the time the next desperate situation came along.
Katie hadn't had to shit this badly in a long time, but all she could do was keep on riding. She'd pissed herself long before that, and her dark jodhpurs were already almost dry. The need to pee had come on strong; Katie hadn't bothered resisting. If she'd held it in, there was a risk that the eventual feeling of relief when she lost control would cause her bowels to open up, too. She could practically taste the salt in the air as she rode.
There was another smell lingering around the horse apart from her pee, though. Katie had started to get gassy, as she always did when she had to poop. It began with a few soft poofs of air that slipped out every now and then, before quickly building up into deep, rumbling farts that vibrated hard on the horse's back. Poncho didn't seem to notice. The next step, she knew, would be for those loud farts to turn back into silent ones again. When that soon came to pass, she knew that it meant she was close to having an accident.
Despite doing everything she could to hold on, Katie knew she was losing the battle. She clenched her cheeks together desperately, trying to stop her crap from simply sliding out and soiling her underwear. It was hard to squirm from the top of a horse, but Katie couldn't sit still. The hardest part was that her legs were forced wide apart, where she'd usually rely on crossing and bending them to make holding just that little bit easier. With her thighs spread, there was little to stop her colon from emptying itself of its own accord.
Eventually, inevitably, that was what happened. Katie groaned, squeezed and used up the last inches of her willpower, but ten minutes from home she finally lost control. A powerful belly cramp took hold of her, vice-like and tight. She leaned forward and started to shit her pants. The first piece forced itself out and formed a bulge in the back of her jodhpurs, one she knew would be visible to anyone who came close enough. If that had been all, it would have been messy enough, but Katie's body wasn't even nearly finished yet. A second chunk swiftly followed, and for a moment Katie had to close her eyes as the sensation overwhelmed her with intensity.
She gave up at last. When the third, fourth and fifth bits of poop slid out of Katie's ring, she made no more effort to stop them. After all, what was more shit going to do when she'd already filled her panties? She groaned again, the last piece proving the biggest yet. Once it was out, Katie flattened herself against the back of Poncho's neck, feeling exhausted from the exertion of messing herself, and of holding it back for so long before then.
When she'd recovered her breath, Katie realised she couldn't just stay forward for the rest of the ride. She forced herself to sit up straight again, feeling her poop squish around inside her underwear. She always produced firm crap, but it wasn't nearly solid enough to hold shape when squeezed between her weight and the hard spine of a grown horse. The feeling of poop spreading against her cheeks itself was far from unlikeable, she had to admit, but she wasn't looking forward to the cleanup process.
Still, she reflected as Poncho came into view of the farm again, at least she didn't have to go so urgently anymore. Now the trick would be stripping out of these dirty clothes before anyone spotted her. The last thing she needed was another lecture about the perils of holding it in. |
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There was still dew on the grass when Cassie pulled up her handbrake outside Hawthorne Court on Saturday morning. She left the car overhanging a double yellow; there were no parking rules today. The city had relaxed all restrictions in anticipation of almost ten thousand teenagers moving in, to save parents the hassle of looking for somewhere to leave their vehicles while they lugged luggage into the cramped budget rooms that students would be spending the next ten months in. Cassie had not come with her parents, and there was no traffic when she arrived just past seven. She liked to do things early.
In the chilly air she grabbed the first backpack from her passenger seat, pausing only to check her reflection in the wing mirror. While not usually one to worry about her appearance, Cassie was suddenly nervous to meet her roommate- she wanted to make a good first impression, if she could. In truth, Cassie hadn't wanted a roommate. She hadn't been left with much choice. Her budget was not exactly flexible.
But she was stuck with one, and it wouldn't do to turn up looking like a straggler on the first day. Brushing blonde hair out of brown eyes, Cassie dabbed one finger with her tongue and used the moisture to rub the dry skin under her nose into some kind of shape. It looked better once she'd got some spit on it, albeit still noticeable up close. One thing that wasn't so obvious was the puppy fat that still protruded over her waistband just a little. Cassie had gotten used to wearing baggy clothes to hide her figure, which came in doubly useful when she wanted to disguise the flat chest she'd never been happy with.
Cassie left her little car where it was and approached the building, one hand clutching the electronic key fob she'd picked up twenty minutes before from a building that served almost all of the city's student halls. She was looking forward to testing out the toilet in her new dorm, if mainly because she'd been in the car for three hours and now she really needed to use it. Luckily, her room was only on the first floor, and it took no more than twenty seconds to get from the entrance of the building to the door of the place she'd be living in that year.
The building was just as she'd expected- cheap and not particularly clean- but it would do. While Cassie was used to more lavish surroundings, her family had fallen on hard times since her childhood and this was the one of the few accommodations in the city they could afford, as long as the student loan company recognised them as still being rich. She was determined to make the best of it. Reaching the door to room 12, Cassie felt like a ghost in the building. Almost everyone was moving in today, but so early in the morning none of them were around yet.
She opened the door and was met with one of the biggest shocks of her life. Cassie had already seen the floor plan of the rooms when she'd booked to move in, so she'd already known how small it would be. She'd already known that there was one single bed against either wall, facing a tiny TV, a pair of desks and two small clothes closets. She'd already known that the shared en-suite bathroom was situated directly opposite the entrance. But the last thing she'd have expected was to see the bathroom door wide open, and a young woman sitting on the toilet.
Cassie's first instinct was to back away, but she turned just as the door shut behind her and locked automatically. As she was trying to open it again, sure to leave no doubt that she wasn't looking at the girl, a soft voice called out to her.
"Hey, where are you going?"
Cassie stopped. The voice had an accent, but one she couldn't place. It sounded vaguely South American to her, or maybe Spanish. What really threw her off was the confusion in the voice. It was like the woman couldn't understand why Cassie would try to leave after catching her on the toilet.
"I'll- I'll wait outside," Cassie stammered, starting to pull the front door open.
"Oh, I would not do that if I were you," the voice said- it sounded like she was smiling. "I'm going to be here for a long time".
Not seeing any other option, Cassie slowly turned back around and looked at the sitting girl. She certainly looked like she could be from South America, with hair the colour of chocolate and big eyes to match. Cassie thought she had a pretty face- no supermodel, in her opinion, but certainly pretty.
Sitting on the toilet in profile, Cassie could only see the girl's left side, but that was enough to get a good idea that they were roughly of an age with each other. She wore jeans pulled down all the way to her ankles, just a hint of pink underwear visible tucked inside the denim. On her top half was one of the tightest tee-shirts Cassie had ever seen, and they left little to the imagination when it came to a pair of d-cup breasts, or a perfectly flat belly. It was cut off high, revealing two purple stretch marks.
"I didn't expect to see anyone so early! You must be a morning person," the girl said. As she spoke, Cassie couldn't miss the clear tinkle of pee hitting the water in the bowl. It was only a short spurt, no more than a second. Cassie got the impression that the woman had finished peeing a while ago, and this was just an aftershock as she attempted to push out something much bigger. The smell in the room certainly backed that up- a scent of stale farts, beyond a doubt. Again Cassie found herself wondering if she should wait outside.
"Do you... want me to close the bathroom door?" Cassie asked, timidly starting towards where the woman was seated.
"No, leave it open. There are no windows in here, it needs the air". The girl fanned the air around her with one hand as if to demonstrate. Cassie could only imagine how bad it must have smelt up close. "My name is Lola," she said.
"I'm Cassie," said Cassie. "You must be my new roommate?"
A fart sputtered out of Lola, echoing in the bowl. "I moved in last night. I didn't think you'd be here until later".
"I'm guessing that explains the open door?"
Lola gave her a puzzled look. "No,' she said, "I just didn't close it".
"Oh, okay". Cassie wasn't sure how to take that.
She was about to excuse herself and go to grab more bags from her car when Lola said, "So, what are you studying?"
"Anthropology, and you?"
"I do Ancient History," Lola told her with a slight grunt in her voice. Cassie was more than a little confused by the scene she'd walked into. She'd never seen another person on the toilet before. Her family were private people, and she'd been taught from a very early age that this wasn't something that should ever be shared, not with anyone. She couldn't understand why her new roommate was casually going with the door open as if there was no shame at all in what she was doing.
Still, she was determined not to appear rude or overdramatic, so she didn't say the things she was thinking. She didn't ask Lola what the hell was wrong with her, for example. Who leaves the door open when they go to the toilet, especially for a number two? It didn't make any sense to her at all.
"I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable," Lola said, acknowledging the unusual situation for the first time, "I would have preferred to meet you first".
You and me both. "It's okay. I was just a bit surprised, that's all".
"I always have to poop in the mornings," explained Cassie's new roommate, "it usually takes me a while. I think I'm nearly done here, though".
"That's... good?"
Lola smiled at her with perfect teeth. "Ay, you don't need to be so shy. We're roommates now, there's no point being modest".
Cassie had already thought that through, though in truth she didn't much like thinking about it. Yes, it was true that it wouldn't be practical to worry about privacy when sharing a room. She couldn't get changed in the bathroom every single day. Still, she'd figured it would be easy enough to put on and off her bras and pairs of knickers under the sheets, then slip out of bed for the rest. This was a completely different matter.
And Cassie had another reason to want Lola off the toilet as soon as possible: her need to pee was getting much worse. If she didn't sit down and go soon, things were likely to get very uncomfortable for her. But there was no way she was going to admit that out loud, especially not to someone she barely knew. Hell, she hated talking about her bodily functions even to her closest friends and family.
Clearly Lola had no such inhibitions. She was grunting openly now, straining hard to finish the job. The girl's brown eyes scrunched shut tightly when she pushed. It might have been endearing in another context, but not when Cassie could see the rest of Lola's body- including one thigh and some of her bum.
Cassie was about to say something when a loud splash rang out through the room. Across Lola's pretty face spread a look of exquisite relief, as if she'd just pushed a bowling ball out of her. She grinned at Cassie as the smell in the room intensified by half. It was so powerful that Cassie felt as though she was in the room with Lola. "That feels so much better already," she sighed, relaxing her tensed muscles, "I needed to go last night but I thought is better to wait". Another trickle of urine pattered into the water like rain.
Lola reached uncomfortably behind herself to lift a near-full roll of toilet paper off of the tank. She carefully tore off two squares and folded them to form one thick piece. That's strange, Cassie thought, we're clearly nothing alike and yet we wipe in the same way. What a weird thing to notice. She banished the rogue thought from her mind; suddenly she was very aware that she hadn't said anything in a long time.
When Lola wiped her butt for a first time and brought the soiled paper out to inspect, Cassie finally decided it was her cue to leave. "I'm- going to go and get some more of my things, from my car. I'll be back in a minute".
Lola dropped the paper between her thick thighs, apparently satisfied, and tore another two squares off. "Okay! It was nice meeting you, Cassie!"
With her own bladder still uncomfortably full, Cassie slipped out of the room, careful not to open the door too wide in case a passer-by got an unwanted glimpse of her roommate doing something gross. Her head was swimming on the way back down the stairs. Did she really just meet her new roommate in such a bizarre situation? She certainly had no intention of coming straight back up with a bag. She wanted to wait a moment to give Lola time to finish up, so that the next time they saw each other both would be fully clothed and maybe- just maybe- they could forget the whole bloody thing.
She wouldn't wait too long, though. She really needed a wee.
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In spite of the unorthodox start to their relationship, Cassie's first week living with Lola passed by in a flash. That was mainly because they were both so busy- between induction classes, campus tours and Lola going out partying almost every night, they hadn't seen much of each other. Cassie enjoyed the evenings, when she'd be alone in the room. She could sit on her bed and put whatever she wanted on TV, or listen to music, or get some studying done. They'd met on Saturday, and by the next Friday afternoon, Cassie still felt like she barely knew Lola.
Lola's attitude to bathroom priv4acy hadn't changed one bit, so far as Cassie could tell. When the girl had to pee, she would do it, without closing the door or worrying where Cassie was. Apparently Lola hadn't even considered the possibility that Cassie might think it was weird. She didn't hesitate, either, when she needed to go number two- which happened at least once a day, as reliable as the sun coming up. And if Lola had had a lot to drink the night before (which had been almost every night) she would need to empty her bowels in the mornings, too. It was always loud, it always smelt and it always took a couple of flushes.
She was a sharer, too, always telling Cassie when she had to go or how much better she felt after she'd finished. Cassie still felt too shy to say anything back, so she tended to change the subject instead. For her part, she always closed the door when she used the bathroom, and she didn't see that changing any time soon. Just because she was getting used to Lola being open with her body didn't mean Cassie was getting comfortable with it.
Cassie herself hadn't pooped all week. She knew it wasn't healthy. She'd never gone anywhere near this long without doing one before, and since Tuesday the need had made itself known plenty. But she was still dreading the idea of going with Lola around. The logical part of her brain knew that she'd need to face her fear at some point, and yet she'd put it off. That wasn't personal; Cassie had never felt comfortable pooping with anyone else in earshot. She was far too self-conscious about the noises, the smells... and she knew from experience how thin these walls were. Not to mention that the bathroom door didn't lock. You could close it, but there was no bolt to be slid across.
All of that meant that Cassie was thoroughly desperate to take a crap as she walked home from her last class of the week just after lunch on Friday. She walked with her legs close together, belly cramping and rumbling alternately. Every now and then she'd be forced to let out some gas as she walked, which made her face turn pink and her trousers start to smell. She didn't know the city well enough to know where any public toilets were, either.
She'd held out as long as she could, but Cassie knew that she had no choice now: she'd have to poop in the dorm. It was getting far too painful to keep holding, and besides, there was no end in sight. The moment where her body made the decision for her had arrived. So Cassie walked up the single set of stairs to her bedroom, praying that Lola wouldn't be in. Fortunately, she opened the door to complete airy silence, which was only broken when she farted involuntarily. She needed to go right now.
Their shared bathroom was absolutely miniscule. There really was no better word for it. The whole thing was barely bigger than a broom cupboard, with the toilet squished between a sink and a shower. Shower was a generous word for it, too, as the water was really just sprayed onto the bare floor, where it flowed down a drain in front of the loo. There wasn't even a curtain to stop the toilet seat getting wet. Cassie had been dreading using this bathroom since she saw how small it would be, and the reality hadn't proved her wrong so far.
But when you've got to go, you've got to go, Cassie reflected. And she could no longer postpone the moment when she used this bathroom for the thing it was really built for. So she stepped inside, closed the door and unbuttoned her jeans. Her bare knees almost touched the wooden door when she sat down. The seat was cold against her bum cheeks. But that didn't stop her from starting to pee right away, having not even realised that she needed to, such was her focus on the other end. In the quiet room, the noise was almost pleasant.
When her bladder was empty, Cassie started on the part her body had been looking forward to for the better part of a week. She pushed gently at first, all too aware of the cuts and tears that she sometimes got when she strained too hard. The last thing she wanted was to overexert herself. Fortunately, she had to go so badly that it didn't take a lot of pushing for the mass to start sliding out of her.
Right away she knew that she was paying for her postponements. The log felt enormous, thick as well as long. It felt, in short, like something only a person who hadn't been in days could produce.
The dorm door opened and Cassie froze up right away. Her turd was hanging halfway out of her bum, dangling there like a monstrously wide tail. The feeling was stranger than anything she'd experienced in a long time- Cassie had never tried to pause mid-poop before. She hadn't counted on Lola getting back this early. Instinctively, she reached over for the door handle, hoping to hold it closed as a last resort, but before she could grab a hold the whole thing swung wide open.
Lola stood on the other side. She was clearly busting for a pee. The tall girl's legs were bent to a nearly acute angle, and one hand was shoved hard between her thighs, holding her crotch tightly. Her whole body seemed to be squirming, totally unable to stand still. Dangling in front of her eyes was a messy tangle of hair, which she brushed away hurriedly with the free hand. The shirt Lola wore was so thin that Cassie could see her nipples through the fabric.
"Hi, Cassie," she said breathlessly, squeezing past a speechless Cassie's legs into the bathroom. Before Cassie could say a word, she unbuttoned her jeans, tearing them down to her ankles again, and her underwear along with them. It all happened so fast that there was no time to protest before Lola was squatting over the shower area and pissing full force onto the floor. Still in shock, Cassie got far more of a look than she bargained for: she saw Lola's pussy for the first time, naked and remarkably hairy. It surprised her that the Spanish girl apparently didn't bother to shave, given how good she usually looked. That's not bloody important right now.
Lola moaned in relief and all the while Cassie was doing her best to stop herself from getting any of her own. She'd been so close to pushing out one of the biggest dumps of her life, but that had all gone out of the window as soon as Lola arrived. There was no way Cassie felt comfortable shitting with another person next to her. Instead she tried her best to hold it in, clenching tightly. The heavy log wanted out, so it took a lot of willpower not to just let it fall into the water. She couldn't risk Lola hearing the splash- especially because it was going to be a big splash, she was sure.
When Lola was finished peeing, she shook her butt back and forth to get rid of some of the excess fluids. "Can you give me the toilet paper? I need to wipe".
Cassie reluctantly handed her the roll. "You can't just come in here while I'm... doing my business," she said, cheeks burning. She'd finally found her voice. It was hard to sound angry while a poop hung out of her bum. "God, don't you have any boundaries? This is a bathroom, Lola".
As ever, Lola seemed unfazed. "What's the big deal? We're roommates, no?"
"Yes, but I still want some privacy when I'm in here". Her voice betrayed the urgency she was feeling. The need to finish pooping was overwhelming by now, and despite her best efforts Cassie couldn't hold it in much longer. Her entire body was screaming at her just to let it out. She was growing more and more angry now, provoked by desperation. "Fuck, can you get out, please?"
"Wait a minute," Lola said, "I'm almost done".
"No! Get out now!" Cassie was almost yelling now. She could feel herself losing control. There was nothing she could do.
Lola's face was full of hurt. She stood and moved towards the door. "Okay, I'm sorry".
But it was too late. Cassie's body took over. The thick log got moving again and rushed out of her, spurred on by the pain in her stomach. It hit the water with a splash so loud that the people in the room next door probably heard it. If Cassie wasn't embarrassed enough, the poop was followed by a huge fart that seemed to go on for five seconds. Her face went even redder.
"That sounded big, Lola said over her shoulder, "are you okay?"
Now that the poop was out of her, Cassie felt bad for her outburst. "Yeah," she said meekly. "Sorry I shouted. I just really..." she was about to say had to go, but that was more information than she felt comfortable giving. "I really didn't feel well".
When Lola left the bathroom, she closed the door behind her for the first time since they'd moved in. That surprised Cassie... and made her feel a little bad. Clearly her harsh words had cut through and made her point. "It's okay," Lola said quickly, "don't even worry about it".
Cassie leaned over and opened the door just a crack. "I'm sorry. I like you, Lola, I just... I'm not really comfortable with... some things".
"It's okay," Lola said again. "I grew up with three sisters. There was no privacy in my house. I just got used to it. I'll be more considerate from now on," she promised.
That felt like a huge weight off of Cassie's shoulders. "Thank you".
"Just so you know, I'm getting changed out here. I... never mind".
Cassie wondered if Lola was going to say that she hadn't quite made it in time, that she'd leaked a little, and maybe that was why she was changing. Not that it was any of Cassie's business.
"That's okay. I'll be a few minutes".
Cassie felt a lot better as she wiped her butt, both physically and mentally. If Lola was going to stop being so unashamed of private matters, it would make her life a lot less stressful. And maybe she could even start pooping in the room without worrying about having company. In a way she almost respected Lola's confidence, but she didn't see a world where that same confidence could ever exist in Cassie.
She finished wiping, stood up and did something that she almost never did: looked at her handiwork in the bowl. The log was bigger than she even realised she was capable of producing. It was almost a foot long, and wide, too, poking half out of the water. Cassie tried to flush. The log was sucked into the water a little, but it didn't budge.
She groaned internally. If she couldn't get this thing to flush, she'd have to explain to Lola that she'd blocked the toilet.
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Cassie was woken up by a throbbing bladder. She sucked in air sharply, panicking; it had been years since she'd woken up needing to pee this badly. Something wasn't right... then she remembered the night before. She'd gone out with Lola, and her new friend had persuaded her to have just a couple of drinks. Cassie, not being much of a drinker in general, had ordered two fruity cocktails, come back to the dorm and promptly fallen asleep. And they'd been big cocktails, too. No wonder she felt like she was trying to hold a lake inside of her body.
All at once she realised that she must have been holding it in her sleep, because she woke up with her left hand buried beneath two clenched thighs. Her eyes adjusted to the light and she took in the room. The curtains had been opened at some point, and the TV was on, playing the news at low volume. It was still a little messy in here, but Lola wasn't in bed. Through the bathroom door she could hear the shower running. Lola always showered in the mornings- usually after she'd been for a poo- which was just Cassie's luck.
Part of Cassie wanted to get out of bed and pee while Lola showered. But Lola had stuck to her word in the days since their awkward meeting while Cassie was pooping, and it would be hypocritical of her to suddenly go and do the very same thing she'd asked her roommate not to do just because she was the one who was desperate this time. The pretty girl had closed the door every time she'd been in the bathroom, and had even stopped changing when Cassie was in the room. She clearly took Cassie's discomfort seriously, and they'd started feeling like friends because of it.
That meant Cassie was determined to try and hold it in until Lola was out of the shower. She turned on her side and held herself under the duvet, squeezing her fleshy crotch hard. Each finger dug into her mound, easing the pressure just a little. Her belly rubbed against the back of her hand, clad in a loose-fitting tee shirt. At home Cassie slept naked, but pyjamas weren't so bad, she'd found. She lay there, knocking her knees together and trying to think of anything other than how badly she had to piss.
It was no good. She knew that Lola took long showers. Feeling herself on the verge of an accident, Cassie hauled herself out of bed, which was easier said than done with a hand clutching her privates. She got shakily to her feet and limped to the bathroom. By now she was more desperate for the toilet than she could remember being since she was a kid. It was bad enough that even walking wasn't easy. Approaching the sound of running water only made things worse, too. Fuck, I have to piss so bad.
Even in Cassie's mind, she didn't use words like 'piss' unless she was really busting. It took some serious desperation to drive her to such a vulgar term. Some of her friends said it like it was nothing, but not Cassie.
She knocked on the door, running out of time. "Lola?" she called. It was hard not to feel like a bitch, practically begging to be allowed to do something she'd forbidden.
"Yes?"
"Um... I really need a wee," Cassie said, "I'm sorry to ask this, but-"
Lola cut her off before she could finish talking. "Yes, come in! Silly girl. You don't have to ask".
"Oh, thank you!" Cassie sighed, pulling the door open. She made a point not to look at Lola's soapy, wet, naked figure in the shower. It was strictly a task borne of necessity, so as she pulled her pyjama shorts down and took a seat, she made sure it was clear that her eyes were averted. The toilet seat, she realised, was damp and warm. That happened after one of them took a shower- there was no real way for the girl under the tap to stop the water from simply splashing off of her body and onto the seat. Right now Cassie was far too in need to care.
A powerful stream was hissing out of her pussy and into the bowl in no time, audible even over the sounds of the shower. Cassie could see a wet patch in the crotch of her shorts around her shins. Maybe it was splash back from the shower... but Carrie suspected otherwise. She could easily have leaked without noticing. She could deal with that later- for now she leant her elbows on her thighs, closed her eyes and enjoyed the sheer relief of emptying her bladder in the nick of time.
"Wow, you must have really needed to go!" Lola laughed, washing her armpits with a soaped-up sponge. Then her voice changed. "Ay, I'm sorry, Cassie... I shouldn't have said anything. I know you don't like me talking about these things".
In truth, Cassie hadn't even paid any attention to the comment. The relief had left her in such a good mood that she'd forgotten to feel embarrassed about what she was doing. "Don't be sorry," she said, "I shouldn't have walked in on you like this".
"You know I don't mind," Lola said. "I just want you to be comfortable".
The longest pee of Cassie's life came to an end after more than a minute. She'd just woken up, but already her body felt exhausted from the ordeal. She managed to wipe herself dry without any incident, checking each piece of paper before she dropped it into the toilet. When it was only a wee, she didn't usually bother- except she was expecting her period soon and wanted to check for blood. Cassie had long since gotten used to inspecting the toilet paper whenever she pooped, and in these few days every month. It made her life a lot easier.
She caught sight of Lola's body in the bathroom mirror. Cassie only looked for a second before tearing her gaze away, but accidental or not, it was the first time she'd seen Lola naked. She had uneven breasts and those stretch marks on her belly, but she was still far more of a physical specimen than Cassie would ever be, as far as she was concerned. It wasn't like Lola would mind Cassie looking, but still she felt guilty. She looked away and hurried out of the room to let Lola finish up in the shower. Cassie felt a tonne lighter.
Cassie had a lot to think about while she picked out some clothes ready for the Friday ahead of her. She'd been so adamant that she and Lola keep their bodies to themselves, but maybe Lola had the right idea after all. If they were going to share a bathroom, moments like this morning were inevitable. And perhaps it was better that, when those moments came, the two girls were a little more comfortable with each other than Cassie's normal friendships. For one thing, she was sure that she'd have wet her pants if Lola hadn't let her in today.
A few minutes later, Lola emerged from the bathroom with an immaculately white fluffy towel wrapped tightly around her from the armpits down. She made the small step into the main bedroom and gave Cassie a warm smile. A week ago Lola would have made some sort of comment about the situation, but now she kept quiet, acting as if nothing unusual was going on.
As much as Cassie appreciated how considerate Lola had been for the last week, and was starting to really see her as a good friend, she felt like she had been in the wrong when she asked for things to be so formal between them. She decided to clear the air while Lola was picking some clothes to take to the bathroom.
"Hey, listen," she began, "I'm sorry I made things so awkward lately. I think you were right. We should be able to share the bathroom, you know... in case of emergencies".
Lola smiled. "Cassie, it's okay. I'm getting used to it now, don't worry".
"No- I mean it," Cassie said honestly, "I think your way is better. Like you said, it's not a big deal. We should go back to how you used to do things. With your sisters, like you said".
At this Lola broke into a grin. "Really? You mean it?"
"Yeah," Cassie was unable to resist smiling back, "if that's okay with you".
"Of course!" Lola said, "but... let me know if you change your mind, okay?"
"I will".
Lola picked up the bundle of clothes she'd selected from her closet and started carrying them towards the bathroom. Cassie had another thought. "Oh, and you don't need to keep getting changed in the bathroom. I, uh, kind of saw everything there was to see when you were in the shower back there".
With a laugh, Lola dumped the clothes back on the bed. "You're sure?"
"Yeah, of course. Except..." Cassie was growing bolder now. "Only if I can, too. I don't want to keep changing in the bathroom either. It's really cramped in there".
Lola smiled. "That's fine with me". She dropped her towel, inhibitions gone again, and exposed her naked body. Cassie found she didn't mind this time. Lola started pulling her clothes on, picking up the towel again every now and then to dry off her armpits, butt crack and the gaps between her thighs and her pussy.
Cassie picked up a towel of her own and headed into the bathroom for her own morning shower. As she scrubbed herself clean, it felt like she'd made major progress in her friendship with her new roommate. She still wasn't totally comfortable using the bathroom in front of Lola- but she'd done it today, and it hadn't been too bad. With a little more time, Cassie was starting to think she might be able to leave her shyness behind for good.
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Cassie got back from the first day of the new week desperate to take a dump. She'd been holding it in most of the day, preferring to wait until she got home rather than go in one of the university's busy public bathrooms, and for the last few minutes of the walk back she'd started to seriously doubt whether she could even make it back in time. But made it she had, and she found the dorm door left on the latch too. It wasn't unusual for Lola to leave it like that- and on days like this, when she had to go badly, Cassie was grateful for things like that that could save her a few seconds.
She slipped into the room and heard right away that her roommate was in the shower. This wasn't a problem anymore; since her desperate pee last week it had become commonplace for one of the pair to use the loo while the other showered, especially in the mornings. So she walked carefully to the bathroom door, relaxing in the knowledge that she wasn't going to mess herself. It had been a seriously close call. Next time she wouldn't go for the spicy option in the cafeteria.
When Cassie opened the bathroom door, though, she was completely unprepared for what she saw. Lola was in the shower, but she was facing away from Cassie, leaning on the back wall with her right hand. Her left hand was doing something very different. Lola's body was stooped over, back and knees bent, as if the only thing keeping her upright was those fingers on the slippery tiled wall.
Lola was masturbating, Cassie realised with a start. She was touching herself down there and, by the looks of it, she was going both hard and fast. Soaked hair hung over Lola's lowered head. Her arm was a blur beneath the flowing water, the side of her right boob clear as day to Cassie, with a nipple erect enough to cut steel protruding out of the tip. And she was moaning. Moaning, in a voice that made it very plain that whatever she was doing between her legs felt very good indeed.
Without a word, Cassie retreated, suppressing a shocked smile. The last thing she'd expected was to walk in on her hot Spanish roommate having a wank, but she wasn't in a position to judge. Cassie herself had found it hard, too, suddenly living with another woman. In her room at home (though she'd never admit it) Cassie would bring herself off a few times a week. It was the perfect way to relieve tension and get some time to herself. Since moving in with Lola, that had stopped, and Cassie was starting to miss it badly. Apparently Lola was missing her self-pleasure too.
Cassie resolved not to bring it up to Lola. She didn't want to humiliate her friend. Instead, she sat on the bed, sure that she could hold in her poop for a while longer- at least until Lola was finished.
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The next afternoon- Tuesday- was a free one for Cassie, so she spent it lounging on her bed in the dorm, surfing the internet on her phone. Some of the kids in her Anthropology class had gone out for drinks that day after lunch, to celebrate the free time. Cassie had politely declined her invitation and then spent most of the day wondering if she should regret saying no. The thought of getting drunk still made her nervous, but she wanted to make more friends. She was still pondering the question when Lola walked through the door with flushed cheeks.
From where Cassie was sitting, nothing looked amiss about her roommate's appearance. Then Lola turned to drop her keys by the door, revealing a huge bulge in the seat of her jeans. Lola always wore tight-fitting trousers that hugged the curve of her bum perfectly, so Cassie noticed the lump right away. It stuck out like a sore thumb on a body where the only other protrusions were the tits (one big, the other slightly bigger). At first Cassie couldn't believe it, but there was no doubting what she was looking at: Lola had done a poo in her pants.
"Uh- Lola-" she stammered, taken by surprise by the sudden turn of events.
"Yes, I had a little accident," Lola confessed, talking as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "I needed to go number two in class, but the lines were too long. So I tried to make it home. I couldn't get here in time". Her voice sounded totally unfazed, like she wasn't at all bothered by what had happened. Judging by the size of the bulge, it was a real Lola-sized poop, too- and Cassie knew from experience exactly how massive those could be.
"Aw, I'm sorry," Cassie said, trying to sound sympathetic, "do you feel okay?"
Lola shrugged. "Yeah, I'm fine," she said. She went to her bed and drew her phone out of her pocket. "I wanted to call an Uber to get me home quickly, but my estúpido phone died in class". Lola sat down on the bed, then lay down on her side, grabbing the phone charger to plug in. She set up her body in a position where her messy pants weren't touching the bed, but still looked more than comfortable there as her phone faded back into life.
Cassie had been surprised to see her hot roommate walk in the room with a turd in her pants, but now... now she could barely believe what she was witnessing. "Aren't you gonna get changed?" Cassie asked, incredulous.
"In a minute," Lola said patiently. "I need to check my messages".
"Lola," Cassie said slowly, trying to spell it out, "you've pooped your pants. Shouldn't you get out of them?"
"Why?" Lola put on that expression of bemusement again. "I've already had the accident. It's done. There's no point rushing around to clean up when the damage has already been done".
Though her argument almost made sense, in a way, Cassie was still lost for words as she watched her roommate casually checking her phone with a bulge the size of a small hill in the seat of her jeans. "Aren't you upset or anything? I mean, you just shit yourself. You're nineteen and you shit yourself. Isn't that kind of a big deal?"
"Big deal?" Lola shook her head. "Why? It's just an accident. I have them sometimes. Well, maybe more than sometimes. But every woman has those days where she just doesn't quite make it, every now and then".
Cassie genuinely didn't know what Lola was alluring to. "I don't".
That made Lola look up from her phone. "You don't?"
"Nope".
"Never?"
"Never".
Dropping her charging phone back on the bed, Lola looked right into Cassie's eyes distrustfully. "I don't believe you," she said, "you've never had an accident?"
"No," Cassie said honestly. She didn't see what was wrong with that- surely most women of her age had never had one. At least not since they became a woman, whether that was aged thirteen, sixteen or eighteen. It just wasn't a common thing, for a lady to soil herself.
"Really?" Cassie could tell that Lola didn't believe her. "Not even a little one?"
"Not even a little one," she thought. Only a leak or two, at best, in truth. But they didn't count, surely?
"That's impressive," said Lola. "I've lost count of how many accidents I've had".
Cassie didn't know what to say to that. Perhaps she just had better bladder and bowel control than most women? She'd certainly never thought about it before. And yet here was some living proof that at least one woman Cassie knew was more than a little accident-prone. Lola had shit herself badly- not only that, but she didn't seem too fussed by it at all.
The smell was really starting to become a problem by the time Lola eventually finished checking social media and got back up off of her bed. By then the whole room smelt of poo, and Cassie had learned to stop breathing through her nose. Just before she vanished into the bathroom, Lola gave her one last twirl to show off the titanic bulge in her jeans. Cassie could rarely even make a load that big, let alone in her underwear. She smiled, remembering how grossed out the sight would have made her just a few days ago. It was crazy how much more comfortable these two had grown around each other over the weekend.
Lola disappeared then to start the long and presumably messy process of cleaning herself up. Cassie heard a zipper, a button being undone, and then the jeans being unfurled until they were around Lola's ankles. She opted to make conversation.
"So, you doing anything tonight?" she asked, sitting up in bed a little.
"Yes," Lola said abruptly, "I'm going to a house party on Braemar. You should come!"
Despite herself, and despite the personality she'd had for the first nineteen years of her life, Cassie was intrigued. "What kind of party?"
"One with boys," said Lola simply. "I went there a few weeks ago, it was fun. The music is loud and everyone is drunk. The police don't come because nobody on the street complains, because they're all having parties of their own. You should come," she said again.
A big part of Cassie was almost tempted to say yes. She had never been to a house party before and wanted to see what they were like. Still, there was one big problem holding her back. It would be easier to tell Lola now, rather than have her think that Cassie was just antisocial.
"It's just... I want to go to these parties, but I've never been drunk before, and I've never taken any drugs. I don't know what kind of effect they'd have on me, and I really don't want to find out when I'm in the middle of a house with people I've never met".
Lola thought about this for a second. "You should try it here first," she suggested. "You and me, we can get drunk together, in this room. Then you'll get used to the alcohol".
"That does sound like a good idea," Cassie said, brightening up, "just so I know what to expect. But what about... d-r-u-g-s?" she pronounced it that way, each letter individually. Even talking about taking illegal substances felt so naughty, so.. alien.
"You can try those, too," Lola said in a casual voice, "if you want. Or I can demonstrate for you".
"I don't know the first thing about where to buy drugs," Cassie admitted.
Lola laughed from the bathroom. "Who said anything about you buying? I'll get them".
"Are you sure?"
"It's no problem. Just tell me what you want, and I'll get you some samples".
Cassie thought this over again. "And when would we..."
"This Saturday? I'm free," Lola offered. "I can get hold of some bits and pieces before then". Cassie heard the toilet flush.
"Then yes, please," she said, suddenly aware of how absurdly posh she must sound considering she was practically ordering illegal drugs off of her new roommate. "That would be great".
"Then it's a deal," Lola said. "I really need to get some action tonight," she said, "I haven't had sex in a month. I feel like I'm going to explode".
You don't need to tell me that, Cassie thought. She could still vividly remember the sight she'd gotten when she had walked in on Lola wanking in the shower. Lola hadn't known that Cassie had seen, but judging by how quickly she got out of the shower after she heard Cassie turn the TV on, there was no way Lola had had the time to finish, either. Cassie wondered if Lola had tried again since then.
"Ay, I'm going to need a shower," Lola finally admitted, "I'll be out in a second. Don't forget what I said about this weekend!"
Cassie heard the shower start, and already found herself thinking about Lola's offer. It seemed like the perfect chance to try some of the things she'd never tried before, and with someone she trusted, too. The only question was how her body would respond.
She picked up her phone, opened an Incognito window and started researching drugs on Google.
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Later that night, after Lola had long since left for her party, Cassie found herself alone in the dorm. The invitation to the party tonight had remained extended, but in the end she'd decided to wait until after her weekend of experimentation before she made any decisions about which social events she would and wouldn't go to. And besides, Cassie had another reason for staying in: she was horny as anything, and needed the alone time so she could get some relief. It was like her whole body just wanted her to start rubbing herself until all of the stress and built-up tension melted away.
So, with Lola not gone long, Cassie started peeling off clothes and leaving them on a heap on the wooden floorboards. She slid between the bedsheets fully naked. The air was cool enough to make her nipples hard and warm enough to be comfortable. Under the cover of her duvet, Cassie reached between her legs and started to play with herself.
Right away she remembered how much she'd missed this since moving in with Lola. As much as she liked the Spanish girl, her presence made Cassie far too self-conscious to relieve her horniness, which could be problematic. It quickly started to feel wonderful again, her pussy turning wet in less than a minute. Though she'd never admit it, Cassie usually needed to cum at least three or four times a week to keep herself sane. Not being able to pleasure herself for weeks had taken a toll, and pretty soon she was vocalising that satisfaction with moans and gasps. She stroked her lips and rubbed circles over her clit, and meanwhile her free hand played with the left boob, massaging and pinching it. Cassie had missed masturbation more than she'd ever expected herself to.
And just as she was starting to get close to a big finish, the fire alarm went off. Cassie groaned. She wasn't willing to give up just yet, not when she'd waited so long for an orgasm. As the bell droned on loudly, she sped up the movements of her fingers, rubbing even harder on the clitoris and trying to think of some of her naughtiest fantasies. There was still hope that she could come if she was quick. Buried underneath the alarm, the sound of fingers on wet pussy was unmistakable, and she hoped to make it lead somewhere.
But a knock on Cassie's door put an abrupt end to that plan. She could have sworn out loud then, such was her frustration. Knowing that an orgasm couldn't have been more than a few seconds away, she swung her legs out of bed and stood, still completely butt naked. Cassie called to the knocker that she was on the way and started looking for something to throw on.
Pyjamas would have to do, even though it was bound to be cold outside. If this was like most fire drills, they wouldn't be outside for too long. Cassie left the room locked, wishing she'd started touching herself just thirty seconds earlier.
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Cassie was still horny by the time the fire drill ended twenty minutes later, but the mood had very much been ruined. After shivering in the dark for a while, she was finally cleared to return to her room, where she she climbed into bed and turned the TV on. She wasn't tired enough to sleep, so Cassie flicked through some of the channels, looking for people she recognised. The screen was now the only source of light left in the room, and it gave off the same vibe as a hotel suite in the early hours of the morning.
The sudden sound of the door unlocking made Cassie jump. For a brief moment, it became a rectangle of light, filled only with the silhouette of a tall, long-haired girl. Then the figure stepped into the room and the door shut behind her, leaving Cassie with just the shape of Lola in the room with her. A dark outline staggered around her own bed and towards the centre of the room.
"Hey," Cassie said quietly, offering a smile.
"Dios mio, I have to pee so bad," Lola whispered back. Her voice made it clear that she was very, very drunk.
She walked unstably towards the bathroom and undid her jeans, sitting quickly on the toilet. As her stream started up, Cassie asked a question. "So, did you get any action?
"No," Lola complained, "I'm so horny. The whole night I was making out with this cute guy, then he leaves just as things are getting good. My body thought I was gonna get laid, then I have to walk home empty handed. If I don't come soon, I think my body might implode".
Cassie had to admit that she was feeling just as turned on, while her roommate finished peeing and wiped herself off. She'd considered going for attempt number two at making herself finish that night, but the fire alarm had destroyed the initial buzz and left Cassie tempted to wait for another opportunity to make sure she could get it right on the first attempt.
Lola rose drunkenly from the toilet and returned to her bed, where she sat down on the side and kicked off her boots. Then off came her jeans, her top, her bra... and her underwear. That was no surprise to Cassie, who'd seen Lola naked plenty of times now. But was she imagining it, or did the woman's pussy have a certain gleam to it, as if it was wet?
"I'm sorry, Cassie, but I need to cum," Lola announced as she slipped into bed. "I'll try and be quiet".
The words threw Cassie off. As horny as she'd grown the last few days, she would never have expected Lola to be talking so openly about masturbation like this. Apparently, Cassie had found the limits of her newfound confidence. She'd only just gotten accustomed to Lola pooping with the door open, so having the woman wank off in the same room as her was bound to be a big step for Cassie. She had no idea what to say. So she just meekly said, "it's okay," and let Lola carry on.
Even through Lola's duvet, Cassie could soon hear the beginnings of Lola's session. It first came as a weak squishing sound- the sound of wet pussy lips being rubbed together, a sound Cassie knew well (though she'd never admit it). Cassie turned off the TV, and the only thing she could still hear was that noise of Lola rubbing herself.
Then came the moan. It was low, guttural, almost animalistic- and totally uncharacteristic of Lola, a woman who was usually all about looking good and partying hard. Cassie suspected that this was the real Lola. If she was honest, the sound of it was turning her on hard.
"Ooh, I won't take much longer," Lola said suddenly, "I'll finish soon, then I'll be quiet, I promise".
For her part, Cassie didn't understand how it was even possible for Lola to cum so quickly. She didn't know any other women who could go in less than five or ten minutes, as far as she'd asked. But Lola's voice quickly built to a crescendo, and there was no mistaking the moment that she came, with a huge, exaggerated sigh.
When Lola was done, silence fell across the room. Cassie wondered if her roommate was feeling the same regret as she herself sometimes did after a wank. It wasn't out of the question. Soon enough, it sounded like the drunk woman had gone to sleep. But Cassie couldn't drift off; she was too aroused. Her fingers crept to her pussy and started to rub around down there. The same squelching noise was back, and she couldn't help letting out a quiet moan of her own.
"Cassie," came Lola's soft voice, stabbing Cassie in the heart like a knife, "are you...?"
Cassie didn't answer for a very long time. She'd been caught. And the only thing left she could think to say was "yes".
"Why didn't you say something? It's okay to... do that... when you need to, you know".
"It is?"
"Of course! I just did. Felt amazing, by the way".
That much was a good point. Too horny to worry about decency, now, Cassie picked up the pace of her self-love. She was determined that she'd finish just as big as Lola. At that, at least, they could be equal.
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The weekend was drawing closer, and Cassie- though she didn't want to admit it out loud- couldn't think about much else. A mixture of nervous energy and excitement was buzzing around her brain as she wondered what Lola might have in store for her that Saturday night. Part of her still thought she might get cold feet and back out of it, though she still felt determined to try new things and become more of a party person.
But all of that could wait. For tonight, Thursday, Cassie found herself sitting in her room with Lola, watching a movie on TV. The film itself wasn't bad, even if Cassie had seen it before. It was Lola's first time, and Cassie still got enjoyment from watching the Spanish girl's reactions to every little twist and joke. Lola had learned English by watching movies, so she was used to piecing together the subtext from the prequels she hadn't seen either.
They were both sat up at the back of their respective beds, Cassie drinking Coke, Lola sipping wine. There hadn't been a night where Lola hadn't poured herself any booze, as far as Cassie could remember. She didn't know how her roommate did it.
Then again, it wasn't without its side effects.
About halfway through the movie, Lola wriggled her legs exaggeratedly and crossed them over each other. "Ah, I really have to pee," she complained, squeezing her crotch once for good measure.
"Not long left," lied Cassie.
"How long?"
"Maybe twenty minutes?" this was certainly not true, but she didn't want to have to pause the movie- her remote didn't work, so the only way to pause would be to get up and walk over to the TV screen itself.
"Twenty minutes? Okay, I try and hold," Lola said.
For a while she sat still again and did her best to focus on the movie, but it must have been a little too much for her to bare, because ten minutes later she swung her legs off the side of the bed and sat up on the edge. Cassie assumed that Lola was getting up to use the bathroom, and prepared to go and pause the film... but instead, her roommate unbuttoned her jeans, lifted herself off the seat for a few seconds and shimmied them down to her knees. To Cassie's surprise, she didn't seem to be wearing any underwear.
What happened next left Cassie speechless. Without taking her eyes off the climax of the film, Lola grabbed an empty water bottle from the side of her bed, unscrewed the lid and positioned it between her legs. She must have done this before, because she didn't even need to look to know exactly where to place the opening of the bottle against her hair-covered pussy. Then, with an audible sigh of relief, Lola started peeing full-force into the thing.
Cassie didn't want to stare, so she only got a glimpse of what was happening out of the corner of her eye, but she could hear it perfectly. She'd never urinated in a plastic bottle before. It sounded exactly like she would have expected it to, like it was being filled up from a tap- except instead of a tap it was a vagina and instead of water it was hot, golden pee. Cassie had no idea how to react. She supposed the best thing to do would be pretending she hadn't noticed- but would Lola mind? It wasn't like she was a shy woman.
On top of that, Cassie could feel her own bladder starting to fill up. She'd first noticed not long into the movie, but it was nothing urgent- she could still hold it a while longer. She found herself wondering what it would feel like if she followed Lola's lead. There was even an empty water bottle on her own bedside table. Would Lola say anything? And could she bring herself to do something so unladylike when there was a bathroom just a few metres from her? She wasn't sure. Perhaps if she was desperate... but right now she barely needed to go...
Lola seemed to have finished peeing, because she was now carefully lifting the bottle upright and screwing the cap back on. It was practically full to the brim with yellow fluid. When she was done, Lola left it back on her bedside table where she'd found it- only now the bottle was a hundred times heavier and probably not good to drink from. Without a word, she kicked off her jeans and lay back down on the bed, naked from the waist down. Cassie could only guess that pee was dribbling down her lips and onto the duvet. The whole time, Lola hadn't taken her eyes off of the movie.
Once the credits started rolling, Lola carried the bottle to the toilet and emptied it out, before rinsing it in the sink. "Twenty minutes, you liar," she teased when she returned, "you're lucky I had the bottle. If I pissed on the bed, I'd have been sleeping in yours tonight".
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Cassie shut off the water when she heard the front door open. She stood there for a moment, naked, warm, letting droplets drip from the tips of her fingers, her hair, her lips, and rain down onto the tiles. Towel wrapped around her, she emerged from the bathroom just as Lola was unpacking a bag of shopping. She'd sent the tall girl to the local off-license with a pile of ten pound notes and hopped in the shower to get ready for their night. Now Lola was opening a bag of cubed ice and storing it in their tiny freezer.
Cassie's eyes almost popped out like a cartoon character when she saw how much booze Lola had retrieved. "You bought all that with fifty pounds?"
"I bought it with sixty," Lola corrected, "your fifty and ten from me".
"And what about..." the word felt unnatural on Cassie's tongue, "you know... drugs?"
Lola smirked. "That's where my other forty went," she said, "I picked up some bits and pieces last night. But those are for later, not now. If you don't get too drunk".
"I will not get too drunk," Cassie said indignantly, "wait, will I?"
"Drinking with me? It's likely".
Lola got two of her own glasses out of her cupboard. In each she dropped two cubes of ice, which clinked into the cups with a satisfying sound. "What do you like to drink, Cassie?"
Cassie frowned. "I don't know," she realised, "what have you got?"
Lola went through the four bottles one by one, lifting them up to present to Cassie. "This is vodka, then gin, pink gin, and this one-" she held up a squat, green bottle "-is really sour, you're meant to drink shots of it". "
"Do we even have shot glasses?"
"I do," Lola said coyly.
Cassie felt no closer to knowing what she wanted to drink, so she instructed Lola to pour two glasses of whatever she was having while she towelled off her legs. By the time she'd pulled on a t-shirt and pair of jeans with knickers, Lola was setting down a glass on Cassie's bedside table and one on her own. It was clearly Coke, but what Lola had mixed it with was anyone's guess. Cassie picked up the drink and sniffed, then sipped. She thought it was vodka, but she hadn't garnered enough experience in the spirit department to be sure.
Lola's first taste was more of a gulp than a sip. She was in charge of the music, too, flicking through her phone and connecting it to a Bluetooth speaker that sat by the bed. Soon enough it felt pretty close in their crappy little dorm to what Cassie imagined real parties were like- except in a room no bigger than a boxing ring and with only two attendees, one of whom had never gotten drunk before.
"So what do we do now?" Cassie asked.
"We play games, and we drink, and we put on music," said Lola, "until we pass out early tomorrow morning".
That still sounded more than a little daunting to Cassie, but she was excited to get a taste of the life she'd been missing out on. They drank together for an hour or so, with Lola introducing Cassie to a few drinking games that got them both through the alcohol like it was lemonade. Some of their drinks literally were lemonade, but Cassie had never mixed hers with gin before. The pink stuff was surprisingly good, and Lola laughed at the way Cassie's face contorted the first time she tried a shot of Apple Sourz.
Soon enough Cassie was sure that she was starting to feel drunk. This wasn't like the other night, when cocktails had made her no more than a little sleepy. The combination of lights, music and constant conversation was making her chattier than usual, quicker to laugh and thirstier. She was starting to see why most other students loved booze. Lola wasn't anywhere near as tipsy yet; she explained that her tolerance was far higher after years of getting her body used to alcohol. But they were still having fun, and it was still early.
"I'm hungry," Lola announced at one point, "do we order food?"
Ordinarily Cassie didn't like shelling out for takeaways, but with a bit of gin in her it suddenly sounded like a great idea. "Fuck yeah," she said, "you pick what we're having".
Lola ordered from McDonalds and they went back to playing a game of Never Have I Ever. It felt like Cassie learned more about her new roommate in that hour than she had in the previous few weeks. She found out that Lola lost her virginity at seventeen, that she spoke a third language (French) and that she had never ridden a bike.
One of the more prominent side effects of the alcohol was that Cassie found herself needing to pee more than usual. By the time the food arrived and had been promptly eaten up, she had to get up for her third bathroom visit of the evening. "Sorry, gotta go again," she told Lola. Standing up really made the booze hit her.
"Ay, don't worry about it. It's normal to need to pee a lot when you're drinking. I'll go after you're done".
But Cassie was enjoying the night more than she'd ever expected, and the gin-fuelled confidence inspired her to do something she'd never done before in her life: she left the door open while she peed. It must not have seemed like a big deal to Lola, who barely gave her a second look, but to Cassie it felt like a major step.
"So, what about these drugs you mentioned?" Cassie asked while she emptied her bladder. She'd been thinking about whether she wanted to dabble in drugs so soon after her introduction to alcohol, but eventually decided that she wanted the full college experience, even if that meant trying something illegal. Not wanting to seem pushy, she hadn't asked Lola about them since the start of the night.
But this time Lola seemed more than happy to talk about what she'd bought from her dealer the night before. She reached into the drawer of her bedside table and took out a little see-through bag with a red seal. In the dim lighting, Cassie couldn't see what was inside it straight away. When she got off the toilet and approached, though, she saw two little blue pills. Cassie took the bag gently off of Lola, holding it close to her eyes. The pills were each branded with a big 'S' that reminded her somewhat of the Skype logo.
"What are these?"
"Ecstasy, mostly," Lola said, as if she was talking about the most normal thing in the world, "maybe a few other things in there too- cocaine, speed..."
"Is that safe?" asked Cassie.
Lola nodded. "Safe enough, as long as you don't take too many," she said, "but you are only taking half. It's your first time".
"And what do they do?"
"They make you talkative, and peaceful. They make you want to touch things and look at lights and listen to music. It's like it lifts your senses up," Lola said wistfully. "As long as you don't take too many," she repeated.
Cassie thought it over. It didn't sound so bad- a pill that would make her feel peaceful. It certainly seemed better than some of the other drugs she'd heard about, the ones they warned kids against at school that made people crazy and dangerous. In truth, it didn't take her nearly as long to decide she was in as she'd have thought. After examining the blue pills for a few seconds, she handed them back to Lola. "I'm in," she said, "you've done this before?"
"More times than I can count," Lola confirmed.
A question struck Cassie. "How do you take these? I always thought people snorted this kind of stuff".
"You can crush it up and snort it, if you want," Lola said with a shrug, "but it will tear your delicate nose up. It's better to just swallow, with a drink. Don't let it stay in your mouth for long," she advised, "the taste is terrible. Watch this".
Lola opened up the bag with painted fingernails and extracted one of the pills. Without missing a beat, she popped it in her mouth, picked up her glass and took a swig. From this close Cassie could see the woman's throat moving as she swallowed. And then the pill was gone. "See? Easy".
It looked easy, that was true. So Cassie held her hand flat out in front of Lola and let the girl pour the other pill onto her palm. She wanted to take it before she had time to overthink things and back out, as she so often had before. Despite Lola's advice, Cassie did detect some of the awful taste in the second between putting the pill on her tongue and washing it down with her gin and lemonade, watered down with melting ice.
"Fuck, it really does taste bad," she said, "how long until that hits us?"
Lola was looking at her with wide eyes. "Cassie... I said you only take half!"
Cassie gulped. She'd forgotten about that. "Will I be okay?"
"Yes, yes," Lola said quickly, sensing fear in her voice, "you will be fine. It just might be a little intense, though. For a first time".
"Okay, that's good," Cassie sighed, "as long as I'm not gonna die or anything".
"No way". Lola flicked her hair out of her face again and took another sip. "That should hit us later".
"How much later?"
"Anywhere between half an hour and one and a half," Lola admitted, "usually, for me, is about forty-five minutes".
That didn't seem so bad a wait. "And are there any, you know, side effects I should know about?"
Lola thought about it for a moment. "Your jaw might start clenching, your eyes will twitch a little, so don't worry about it. Oh, and it's going to make you have to poop".
"It is?" Cassie was suddenly a little alarmed.
"Yes, later. You'll get this sudden urge and then you'll go to the bathroom and do a really big poop. But it's okay, it won't be painful or anything".
"But what do you do if you're in a club, or- or a rave, or something? What if there's a queue for the bathroom?"
"You have to try and hold it," said Lola with a shrug. "Sometimes people don't make it".
"Have you ever... not..."
"Once," admitted Lola, "I was at a festival and I'd taken two of these pills. I got really desperate to poop and I couldn't hold it. I had to walk back to the tent with a big lump in my panties!"
Lola seemed to find that story hilarious now, but all Cassie could think was that it was a really good thing the bathroom was so close this evening. If she'd known that the pills would make her need to take a dump, it might have made her think twice about taking one so readily. She was starting to regret at least not snapping hers in half like Lola had ordered. Still, it was too late now. So she pushed it to the back of her mind as they carried on their drinking games, and soon her worries had vanished and she was laughing and smiling again.
Only after the games had resumed did Lola realise that she'd had to pee back when Cassie had last went. She jumped up off the bed, took down her jeans and panties early and waddled like a duck to the bathroom. Cassie couldn't help bursting out laughing at the sight of it.
"Don't laugh, I really have to go!" said Lola, holding her bare pussy. But underneath her exasperated tone, Cassie could tell that she was trying not to laugh, too.
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True to Lola's word, Cassie started feeling the effects of the pill around three quarters of an hour after taking them. She didn't even realise at first that it was kicking in, but it all started when she noticed that her speech had sped up. It was like listening to a YouTube video on 1.25x speed, which Cassie used to do to fit in more study when she was watching explanations before a big test. After that she couldn't stop picking up on other side effects- her eyes did feel twitchy, now, and her teeth had started grinding together gently.
When she'd felt enough to be sure that she was getting high, Cassie asked Lola if the experience was mutual.
"Yes, I'm coming up," Lola said, grinning, "are you?"
"I'm pretty sure I am!" Cassie was beaming, too- she couldn't help it.
"I love seeing my friends on their first high!" Lola exclaimed, "it's so much fun. Are you getting the- the jaw thing?" Cassie nodded. "And the lights, look at the lights".
"The lights are off!"
Lola fumbled with her phone for a moment and suddenly she was shining the bright flashlight at Cassie. It blew her away- somehow the light seemed twice as intense as usual.
"And what are you feeling?"
"The same as you," Lola said, "but not as much, yet, because I have a higher tolerance than you".
"I never really thought about that," said Cassie, "does it really work that way?"
Lola nodded and explained to Cassie that the side effects tended to get less pronounced the more a drug was taken, as the individual body got more and more used to a substance. Lola still got plenty high when she took these pills, she said, but it was never quite as intense as before.
"Does that mean you won't have to shit, either? Is that only for first-timers?"
"Oh, no, I always have to poop when I take drugs". Lola took the last swig of her glass, got up and crossed the room to get a refill. "I'll have to go soon. The last time I got high I almost pooped my pants on the way home. It was really desperate, Cassie". She poured herself the strongest drink yet- it seemed to be almost half vodka and half lemonade. Lola had to tread carefully when she bought it back to her bed, in case it overflowed and split.
"Well, I don't have to go at all yet," Cassie remarked. She'd started to wonder about that in the last few minutes- it had been a while since they'd swallowed the pills, and still she didn't have to use the bathroom at all. Was it possible that she was somehow immune to that side effect?"
"You will," Lola promised, "just wait and see. The need will hit you very suddenly and it will be very strong. It always happens when you're on the MD".
"MD?"
"That's what we took. Ecstasy is just a street name".
Lola reached over to the edge of her bed and pulled out a half-full suitcase from underneath. Cassie didn't ask what she was doing- she just watched her roommate rummage through the suitcase until she came away clutching something round and clear. "I forgot I even had this!" she said, holding it up triumphantly. "This is perfect for tonight. Let me show you".
Cassie had no idea what she was looking at- until Lola plugged it in. Suddenly the whole room lit up in different colours, red and blue and green and purple, all spinning across the walls. It was a disco light, the kind you got at nightclubs- at least, Cassie assumed you did.
It turned out that the light had been a stroke of genius from Lola. The drugs had made light into a whole new world of sensory stimuli for Cassie, so she sat back on her bed and just watched the walls dance while Lola's music played in the background. Every colour felt alive, every beat felt meaningful. She'd never felt anything like this before. It was nothing like she'd expected drugs to be, and yet it was somehow simultaneously everything she'd expected drugs to be.
The two of them carried on that way for a while longer, drinking and talking and enjoying the night. Cassie found herself in the middle of conversations more intimate than she'd ever had with anyone before- she didn't know how it happened, but suddenly she'd be telling Lola about her deepest insecurities, or about something bad she did ten years ago that she wished she could take back. Lola would nod and listen carefully, then give her opinion, or sometimes come over to Cassie's bed to give her a hug. In those moments Cassie felt closer than she'd felt to another human being since her childhood, before she grew distant from her parents. It was mesmerising.
The only trouble was that her mind couldn't focus on one thing for very long, and soon another bizarre thought cropped up that forced Cassie to change topic altogether. "Uh, I haven't had to pee in ages," she said to Lola, "is that normal?"
"Ay, it's normal," Lola said, "I haven't had to either. The drugs, they slow down your bladder. Later, you'll have to take the biggest piss of your life. It's going to feel so good!"
On the subject of needing the bathroom, the sudden urge to poop that Lola had foretold picked that moment to make itself known all at once. And it was just as strong as Cassie had been warned, a wave that hit her stomach and told her brain she needed to get her trousers down and get on the toilet in double time. Cassie wasn't used to sudden urges. Her body was more likely to slowly build up a need over time until it was too desperate to ignore. The only feeling she knew that compared to this one was food poisoning.
But she was listening to Lola telling a deeply personal story about her history with a guy she'd known in school, and Cassie had no intention of spoiling that by getting up to use the bathroom. She didn't want to offend Lola- and besides, she didn't want to leave the conversation, even for a few minutes. This was like no talk she'd ever had before and it was making her reconsider a lot of her perspectives. Suddenly all barriers were down; the two of them could say anything to each other with no fear or judgement or retribution.
Cassie tried to readjust her position on the bed, hoping that it could be a way to make holding it in just a little easier. She brought up her heel, leg bent beneath the torso, and tucked it into the crack of her butt. That did only a little to ease the pressure, but it was better than nothing. She still had to squirm and wriggle in place to stop her bum from relaxing enough to let the heavy mess inside of her out. This was a very different kind of need from the one she'd felt that day Lola had walked in on her pooping, after their first week.
Eventually Cassie's bowels won out over her mind, and she was forced to accept that a trip to the loo would be necessary. She felt bad when she cut off Lola in mid-sentence. "I'm sorry, Lola, but if I don't get to the toilet right now I think I'm gonna poo myself". That was no exaggeration, either.
To her relief, Lola didn't mind being interrupted at all- on the contrary, she burst out laughing. "Go! Don't poop your pants. How long have you been holding it in?"
"Too long," muttered Cassie as she stepped into the bathroom. This time, she didn't even have to think about leaving the door wide open- it came naturally. She pulled down her jeans and underwear and took a seat on the toilet,
"Silly girl," tutted Lola, "hurry up, I think I need to do my poop now too".
Cassie could feel a huge dump brewing inside her and fancied the idea of taking her time with it, but not if it meant making Lola uncomfortable. That was one thing she missed about having her own bathroom- being able to spend an hour pooping if she wanted to.
From the early signs, this particular poop was going to be one of the biggest she'd produced in a long time. Though Cassie had always had something of a penchant for big loads, which she'd worked hard to keep private from as many people as possible, they were usually ones that came as the result of holding for a long time, or constipated poops that she had to really work to get out. This one was already stretching out her tight little hole, and she didn't even need to push at all. It felt so good she almost wanted to moan.
Lola stood up and a pained expression hit her pretty face out of the blue. Red light swam across her features. "Forget what I just said. I definitely do need to poop, and right now". Her left hand reached behind her lower half. Cassie couldn't see from this angle, but she could make a good guess that her roommate was squeezing that toned butt of hers. It appeared that Lola's need to shit had come on even faster and stronger than Cassie's sudden urge. But there was only so much Cassie could do about it. She was grounded to the toilet by the colossal log that was now snaking out of her bum in a loose, doughy mess. It stretched so long that one tip had slid into the water soundlessly before the other end even left Cassie's butt.
Poor Lola looked on the verge of an accident already. "Ay, please, hurry up," she pleaded, "I don't care if I do the poop in my pants, but I don't want to have to get changed".
Wanting to help her friend, Cassie bore down and pushed just a little. A second log quickly followed with a splash, and she felt empty again. The only strange part was the sensation of defecating without any pee coming out. Cassie couldn't remember ever doing that before.
She had an idea. "I'll stand up to wipe, so you can get on the toilet," she said hurriedly, leaving the bathroom and stepping back into the disco lighting of the main dorm. Lola did a loud fart as she rushed gratefully past, and soon she was the one sitting on the toilet and groaning in relief as her bowels evacuated noisily into the bowl. She really had been seconds away from filling her underwear, Cassie saw.
"It's weird," said Lola while she took a dump.
"What is?" Cassie was tearing off some toilet paper and trying to figure out how to wipe a particularly messy butt standing up. For the most part she was succeeding- but she was still falling some way short of the high standards she usually held herself to.
"When we met you were too shy to let me see you on the toilet. Now we're shitting our guts out in front of each other and we don't even care".
Cassie laughed. "That's true," she conceded, "but the drugs are definitely helping me there. I feel like I have no inhibitions".
Lola's poop was even faster than Cassie's had been, and the Spanish girl was already giving her own arse a rough, rushed wipe when Cassie had to ask her to part her legs so she could throw some of the soiled toilet paper into the bowl. Her drunken throwing skills weren't great and she almost hit her friends coarse, black pubic hairs with a piece of scrunched up, damp, brown loo roll. Luckily that crisis was averted. Cassie wanted to ask Lola why she didn't shave her crotch, but the question hadn't come up yet.
With an enormous poo now gone from each belly, both girls felt twice as high when they got back onto their beds and resumed the games. Cassie was having one of the best nights of her life- at least, now that her bowels felt empty again.
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"Cassie, come here," said Lola, patting the section of bed next to her and grinning. Her pupils were the size of moons, Cassie noticed. They looked almost inhuman. There had been a time when Cassie would have found this a little disturbing, but right now she thought it was one of the coolest things she'd ever seen. She crossed from her bed to Lola's and sat beside her new friend.
In Lola's left hand she held a very different little bag to the one they'd taken pills from earlier. In this one was a crushed-up white substance, which Lola was dipping a wetted finger into. She kept bringing the finger out and rubbing the white stuff onto her gums, smiling like a loon all the while. When Cassie came over, she got the same treatment. Lola didn't ask Cassie to rub it onto her own gums- she literally put her finger in Cassie's mouth and started moving it around. The taste was awful, but Cassie couldn't care less. She'd gone to places tonight that she'd never thought herself capable of and she wasn't ready for it to end yet. If there was anything that could help her chase that high she'd felt, she wanted it, and lots of it. So she let Lola rub the foul substance in her mouth and never once asked what it was.
Whatever she'd just taken, it seemed to kick in after about ten minutes, and suddenly it was like the two of them had hit a second wave. All of the energy flooded back into their conversations and their bodies. Lola turned up her music. She'd switched at some point to some sort of drum and bass. Cassie had never treated the genre with anything less than the upmost contempt before, but for some reason, in that moment it sounded great to her untrained ears.
They stayed on Lola's bed for a while, Cassie having no desire to get back to her own. It seemed that the Spanish girl had been telling the truth about the drugs making you want to touch other people. There was nothing sexual in it, but Cassie suddenly felt incredible hugging Lola, stroking her hair, being close to her. It felt so out of character for her... and yet so good. But from Lola's bed Cassie could see the toilet through the crack in the bathroom door, and that reminded her of something.
"Tell me more about this piss thing," Cassie demanded, "how does it work again?"
She didn't know why she was saying piss instead of pee, or wee, like usual. The drugs were giving her a potty mouth, apparently. Cassie had said just about every bad word she knew that night- usually as if it was nothing. Now her main curiosity was what would happen when the drugs finally wore off enough to let her bladder muscles pee again.
Lola sat up a little straighter and went over the science again. Cassie had no idea if any of it was biologically accurate, but it sounded about right. "At the moment, your body isn't doing the things it normally does to tell you that you have to pee," Lola said, "the drugs are stopping that. But you're still drinking and your bladder, it's getting more and more full. Eventually that will all have to come out. It will be desperate. If we were out on the street when that happened, we would have to pee on the street. That's just how it works".
"I've never been to the loo on the street," Cassie admitted.
"Really?" Lola shook her head. "I'll have to show you".
"In the meantime, it doesn't matter when we have to pee here, because we're here," pointed out Cassie. "We can just use the bathroom. It's five steps away from this bed".
Lola shrugged. "True". She finished another strong drink, took Cassie's and finished that too before heading over to the kitchen to pour some more. Cassie guessed that she'd comfortably had more booze tonight than the rest of her life combined.
Once she got back with two full glasses, Cassie had another question for Lola.
“Aren’t drugs supposed to make you… you know… in the mood?”
“The mood?”
“The mood, you know, for sex and… stuff”.
Lola frowned. “What, like horny?” Cassie nodded. Lola thought about it for a second. “Some drugs do”.
“Does this one?”
“Eh, not really. It makes you want to touch and to cuddle and maybe that can lead to the sex, but it’s not for that. There are drugs that can make you as randy as a rabbit, though. I’ve had a few”.
That interested Cassie. "Really? What are they like?"
"You really want to know?" Lola said, leaning in with a glint in her eyes.
"Yes".
"Well," Lola took a sip, enjoying dragging it out, "after a while you get very... wet. Then you start to want to touch yourself, and if you can resist you can go out and pick up a guy and do him for hours. You don't get tired. You just want to try everything".
A part of Cassie's brain she hadn't known even existed thought that this sounded like a hell of a lot of fun. She made a note of that.
"I'd like to try some of those," she said with a dry throat.
"I have some".
Cassie's eyes widened- she could have sworn she felt her nipples go hard. "Can I...?"
"Ay, not tonight," Lola said, "they would be wasted here. We'll save them for next week, I'll take you clubbing, and hopefully you'll go home with a boy".
"What about you?"
"Hopefully I'll go home with someone, too," Lola said with a wink.
"A boy?"
She mused over this while she popped a piece of gum in her mouth. "Eh. Boy, girl, anything else. I don't care".
Cassie didn't push the matter any further, mainly because the last round of whatever they were rubbing on their gums seemed to be kicking in, but her mind kept. coming back to these sex drugs. Coming to Uni, sex was one of the things she had secretly wanted to try out a few times, even if it was better to pretend it didn't matter to her. These pills Lola had described would be a perfect way to loosen herself up- literally. She assumed that she would stop thinking they were such a good idea once she'd sobered up a little.
The next few hours flew by faster than Cassie could have believed. The two girls kept drinking, kept listening to music and watching the lights and sitting closer to each other than was probably normal. At one point Lola managed to connect their tiny TV to Netflix, and put on a film that neither of them ended up paying attention to, mainly because they never troubled to turn down the tunes from the phone. The room grew so hot that tops were doing nothing but basking them both in sweat, so they ended up sitting in just jeans and a bra each.
Eventually the chewing gum was all out and so was the white powder in the bag. Cassie was struck by a strange kind of sadness when she first saw the sun start to come up. It signified the end of one of the best nights she'd ever had. She didn't know where the last few hours of the party had gone to, but the realisation that she was experiencing her first ever comedown wasn't a fun one. The only silver lining was that she still had so much more to explore in this world, now she'd had a taste.
"Ay, dios mio," Lola gasped out of nowhere.
"What's up?"
"Remember when I said we would have to pee soon? Well, I need to fucking pee".
Cassie looked up and saw that it was true. Lola had gone from chilling out on the bed to standing beside it with both hands in her crotch in just a few seconds. But the mention of pee had a bizarre effect: suddenly Cassie had to go, too, and it was all at once as desperate as she'd been for a long time.
"Fuck! Me too. Good thing we're right by the toilet, yeah?"
Lola laughed. "Yes, lucky me".
Something came to Cassie then that she'd thought a few times that night, but never said out loud until now. "I wish I could be more like you," she told Lola".
"What do you mean?"
"When we first met I thought it was kind of weird how you could just pee with the door open, or pee in the shower, or poo yourself and not even care. But now I wish I could do that too. I think... it would be easier. If I wasn't so uptight about those things".
"Well..." Lola began, tossing half of her hair over her left shoulder to get it out of her eyes again, "I could teach you".
Cassie blinked. "You could?"
"Yes, of course," she said, "why not? I learned to do it, you can too".
"I guess that's true," said Cassie. She was fidgeting badly now. "Sure, okay, I'll do it. But can we please hurry up? I'm bursting".
"Okay, me too. Alright," Lola waved an arm to indicate that Cassie should go into the bathroom first, "we'll start small. Have you ever been in a sink b
"No, but there's a first time for everything". Cassie, almost completely uninhibited by this point, unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down around her thighs. Her underwear quickly followed, properly exposing her hairless pussy in front of Lola for the first time. If Lola was paying any attention to her roommate's slit, though, she certainly didn't give herself away. She just laughed as Cassie waddled towards the bathroom sink and lined herself up to let rip. But one big problem quickly became obvious. "Shit, I'm way too short," she hissed, "fuck, I'm gonna have to use the toilet or I'll piss all over the floor".
"Wait!" Lola came up behind Cassie, wrapped surprisingly strong arms around the shorter girl's waist and lifted her up. She only went a few inches off the ground, but that was all it took. Suddenly Cassie's bladder gave out and she started pissing full-force into what had previously been a pristine white bathroom sink. A string of swear words came out of Cassie's mouth, relief overwhelming her. Even over the music she could hear the pee tinkling against the porcelain so clearly that it was almost musical in itself.
Cassie had never urinated standing up before. She wasn't prepared for the way her pee sprayed in every direction, some completely missing the sink altogether.
"Hurry up, Cassie, I'm desperate," Lola moaned, readjusting her grip. But just as Lola had warned, Cassie was nowhere near done yet. She must have had a bladder far fuller than ever before.
"I'm trying! There's so much!" Cassie bore down for a second, hoping to speed up her stream. The problem was that she still had some shit left in her colon, which almost slipped out of her and into her underwear at precisely the wrong time.
Even dry, the denim against Cassie's bare, slightly hairy butt felt odd. But there were few words to properly describe the sensation of them suddenly turning from bone dry to soaking wet in an instant. Lola wasn't simply wetting herself- she was flooding her pants, exploding all in one instant.
"Ah, okay, no rush," Lola said after a while. She was still lifting Cassie, to her credit, but all semblance of bladder control was completely absent from both women now.
They lulled into a peaceful silence and both finished pissing: Cassie into the sink, happily watching her pee gurgle down the drain and disappear, and Lola in her jeans. She seemed completely unfazed by the fact that she'd just wet herself only a few feet from the toilet- which Cassie supposed made sense given the Spanish girl's history with accidents. When Lola eventually put Carrie back down, after the latter had run her reserve dry, Cassie's feet landed in a warm puddle on the bathroom floor. A glance around told her that Lola had flooded the whole place, and it was slowly flowing towards the drain in the middle of the room.
"Okay, that felt good," Lola admitted, "but you're going to have to pee a lot in the next day or so. And poop too. It's just your body trying to get back to normal, so don't worry, yeah?"
Cassie nodded, though she felt a bit concerned. "How much is a lot?"
Lola thought about it for a second. "Every half an hour or so you might need to pee, I think. And poop, I don't know, maybe three or four times tomorrow?"
"That doesn't sound so bad". Cassie got a good look at Lola, who was completely drenched from the waist down. She could no longer remember what shade of blue that denim was supposed to be. The Spanish girl took one look at the shower and sighed.
"I really should shower, just to get the pee off my legs," she said, "but what is it you say in England? I can't be fucked?"
Cassie laughed. "That's the one," she said. Her butt was damp and sticky from Lola's accident, too. "I can't be fucked to shower either. Should we just go to bed?"
"That sounds perfect," Lola agreed.
They headed back into the room, where Lola promptly started to strip naked. It caught Cassie by surprise at first- Lola's tits were bouncing once the bra was off, and both nipples stood proud and erect. It hit her then that she'd never seen another human being completely naked before, except ones she was related to. But then, when Cassie thought about it, it didn't seem so weird after all. Lola had just seen Cassie's pussy, Cassie had already seen Lola's, and they'd spent the last few hours with nothing on but bras and jeans. This wasn't much more of a step.
So Cassie decided to follow Lola's lead. She didn't have the same confidence in her body that Lola had, but today it didn't seem to matter much at all. Today it was just nice to feel close to someone. She left all of her clothes in a pile next to Lola's and climbed, naked and damp from sweat and piss, into bed. The last thing she remembered from her night of drugs and booze was Lola pushing out a giant fart, making Cassie laugh before she quickly fell asleep.
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Cassie woke up in the middle of a dream she couldn't remember. The room was silent; only muffled traffic from outside soundtracked the morning. It was bright in the room- as bright as could be with the blinds pulled shut, and still light enough that Cassie could see around the place well.
The first thing she felt was what she assumed was the hangover she'd heard about. Her head ached, her belly hurt, her legs were sore. She'd woken up with the flu before and felt better. It wasn't her favourite part of the weekend so far, to put it mildly.
Only bits and pieces of the night before still floated around in her memory. She could remember everything before they'd started drinking but only patches from after. The taste of the powder was still on her gums, but she couldn't picture actually rubbing it there. It felt like she'd been watching a movie and only half paying attention, missing huge parts at a time and being left to piece together the rest of the story. She was like a detective, trying to figure out how she'd ended up naked in bed. She certainly didn't remember taking her clothes off.
Was she fully naked? Cassie moved her hands from her chest and felt her crotch, just to make sure she hadn't got underwear on. She found her pussy soaking wet. Her fingers recoiled, shocked at the cold, damp impact. When she forced herself to feel again, it only confirmed the first report: not only was she wet, her whole bed was soaked. Around her bum, lower back and thighs, a dark wet patch spread out across the sheet, turning cream into deep beige.
Everything between her hips and her knees seemed to be covered in cold, sticky fluid. She peeked at her hand, thinking it was maybe possible that she'd just had a very heavy period, and swore when the fingers came away colourless. There was only one logical explanation for it. Cassie couldn't believe it at first, but the only thing that made any sense was that she had wet the bed.
She could feel her face flushing with shame. Cassie simply wasn't a person who had accidents. She'd known throughout her night with Lola that it was possible she would have some close calls, and she remembered almost losing control before finding relief in the sink, but waking up sober in the cold light of day to find that she'd wet the bed was something else entirely.
Cassie groaned. She didn't feel like getting up at all, ideally not for a long time, and yet she knew that she had to clean up the mess she'd made. She could smell it, too, stale but undeniably pee.
Just as Cassie was about to get up, throw on some pyjamas and carry her bedsheets to the laundry room, she heard a noise coming from Lola's bed. She turned to check it out- from her pillow she could get a good view of Lola, without lifting her head, thankfully. It took Cassie a while to figure out what she was hearing. Lola was clearly asleep, but the noise was coming from her. She wasn't sleep-talking, or moaning as if she was having a sex dream. Then Cassie put her finger on it- her roommate was grunting.
Not grunting like an animal, or like Cassie's dad often did when he was pissed off. These were sounds that Cassie had heard Lola make before, starting with their very first meeting. This was the noise Lola made when she was pushing out a poop.
It took Cassie completely by surprise to realise that her friend was shitting the bed. She wondered if she should wake Lola up, but before she could act the grunting stopped and the unmistakable earthy scent filled the room. It was too late. And Cassie figured that if Lola had already had an accident, there wasn't much point in interrupting her sleep yet. Hell, all Cassie wanted to do was to roll over and go back to sleep herself. But first she needed to change her bedsheets. And before that there was an even more pressing matter to consider: she had to pee again, and badly. Lola hadn't been kidding when she'd warned that drugs and booze would lead to a lot of toilet visits the next day.
Cassie climbed out of bed, suddenly more self-conscious about her nakedness again. She was grateful that Lola was asleep, because Cassie's need to urinate was too strong to allow her time to pull any clothes on before she rushed to the loo and sat down. She started to piss almost straight away, hunched over with her elbows resting on her thighs. Hair hung over her face and her belly, which wasn't exactly going to get any smaller on the back of last night, was sticking out, shielding most of her privates from view.
Cassie closed her eyes in the hopes it would calm her head a little. She peed for half a minute and then started wiping. For good measure, she tried one sheet of paper across her butthole. It came away a little brown. When she'd flushed, Cassie stood up on shaky feet again and took a look at herself in the mirror. It wasn't a pretty sight, even as someone who didn't much care for her appearance.
When she re-entered the bedroom, trying to gear herself up for the unenviable task of stripping the bed and getting them in the wash without being seen, Cassie was surprised to see Lola awake.
Lola looked remarkably pretty even in this state, but it was still easily the most dishevelled Cassie had ever seen her roommate. She had wide, sleepy eyes with purple bags underneath, and her hair was a mess, sticking out in no logical way. Lola sat up in bed, her top half completely exposed- her breasts seemed less perky and heavier, for some reason, and her nipples had lost all the stiffness of last night. She was stifling a yawn when she saw Cassie.
"Good morning," she said, "what time is it?"
"I don't know," Cassie admitted. "Late. Probably nearly midday by now, or worse".
Lola rubbed her eyes, then tilted her head. She seemed to be staring at Cassie's pussy, which made her only slightly less uncomfortable than it would have a few days ago.
"Cassie, why are your legs all wet?" she asked.
Cassie froze. She tried to think of a plausible lie, but when one didn't come up she decided not to bother trying to hide it from Lola. After what they'd shared the night before, it wasn't like they had a reason to still be shy with one another.
"Well," she confessed, "I kind of... wet the bed last night".
Lola's reaction wasn't at all what Cassie would have expected. She shrugged, waved a lazy hand in front of her in dismissal and said, "ah, no big deal. I wet mine too. And I pooped in it, too".
She seemed remarkably calm for a woman who had just ruined her sheets. Cassie clearly didn't have the same experience in soiling herself that Lola boasted, but she would still have expected a little more urgency, or some embarrassment. She didn't think she'd ever meet a woman whose response to waking up wet would be to shrug it off, but then she'd never met anyone like Lola before.
"Well, I did think you were... you know... pooing, in the bed. It was only a few minutes ago, and you were," she paused, "well, you were grunting, and I thought you were pushing it out in your sleep. Sorry if you'd rather I woke you up, I thought it was better to let you sleep".
"No, you did the right thing. I don't respond very well to being woken up when I've had a late night," Lola said with a laugh, "and I don't know what would happen if you woke me up while I was pooping in the bed. It probably wouldn't have been fun".
Even for Lola, it was strange to hear someone talking about this so casually. Cassie had to ask why.
"How come you don't seem bothered about this?" she said, sitting down on the edge of her bed, being very careful not to touch any of the wet, cold patch she'd left while she slept. "I was nowhere near as calm as you when I woke up and found out I'd... you know".
"I'm not bothered by it because it happens all the time," Lola said, "when I get really drunk or really high, usually, I wet the bed that night. A lot of the time I poop too. It's normal".
"Is it?" Cassie asked dubiously.
"Of course. I know I'm not the only one. Loads of my friends say the same thing. We used to have drunk sleepovers and sometimes all of us would wake up in wet beds. Really, Cassie, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It happens to a lot of girls".
That was brand new information to Cassie. She'd heard of women having instances of nocturnal incontinence when they were under the influence of a lot of alcohol, but for it to happen on the regular to the same woman? Even to a whole group of friends? That didn't line up with what she'd been told before. And they hadn't even been that drunk last night, not when compared to how sloshed she knew Lola could get when she wanted to.
"So, are you gonna get up and change your sheets?" she asked.
Lola didn't even think about it for a second. "No".
Cassie frowned. "Why not?"
"I don't feel like getting up," she explained, "I'm tired and I'm comfy and I'm hungover. This way is so much more convenient".
"Convenient how?"
"Because next time I have to use the bathroom, I can just do it here. I don't have to get up. It's easy".
This was the most shocking bit of news yet to Cassie. It was one thing to have an accident while asleep, but to then voluntarily soil yourself again, just because you didn't want to get out of bed? She'd never have thought that of anyone, not even of Lola.
"I don't know, Lola," she said, "that seems kind of extreme. Even for you".
"Oh, come on, it's no big deal," Lola said, "look- I still have to pee a little". She paused for a moment, then looked up at Cassie and flashed a cheeky smile. "And I just did it!"
"Seriously? Right now?"
Lola nodded enthusiastically. "So quick and easy! And I didn't have to move a muscle," she said, "it feels kind of good, too, to be honest".
For her part, Cassie couldn't imagine peeing her bed on purpose ever feeling good. She'd matured too much in the last few weeks to feel disgusted by Lola's unconventional bathroom habits anymore, but this seemed like a step too far. So she stood up and turned back to her own bed, ready to strip off the sheets and put on fresh ones so that she could go back to sleep.
Cassie must have stood up a little too fast, though, because her head started to spin once she was on her feet. Her belly cramped again, more painfully than before. For a long moment she was sure she was going to be sick. Then the wave passed, but Cassie was still left feeling terrible.
Lola took one look at the discomfort on Cassie's face and sighed. "Cassie, come on," she said, "you're hungover. You need to get back into bed and sleep it off. The cold of the pee isn't so bad once you get used to it".
That all sounded sorely tempting to Cassie, but she knew she had to protest. "No, I can't go back to sleep. I'll need the loo again soon, I have to be up..."
"So what if you have to use the bathroom? The sheets are ruined already. If you go in your sleep, you go in your sleep. If you have to go when you wake up, you can do that too, or just go in your bed like I did".
When she put it like that, it was hard for Cassie to find a reason to argue. So she stopped resisting. With a resigned groan, her naked body climbed back into bed and pulled the duvet back up over her. Lola had been right about one thing: the cold of her piss did stop feeling bad after a while, and it was far nicer being in here than out there. Exhaustion reclaimed Cassie and she quickly fell asleep again.
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Not for the first time since moving in, Cassie was woken up by a serious pain in her bladder. She had to piss badly, and already her legs were crossing tightly in an effort to help her hold it in. Already the desperation was almost as bad as it had been the night before, just before she'd emptied her bladder into the sink. She still remembered how strange her bare bum had felt being held against Lola's denim crotch. Now this was nearly as urgent, except she wasn't going to go in the sink. She tried to push herself up on one elbow, hoping to make it to the toilet... and then had another idea.
As strange as what Lola had said about going in the bed had been, it seemed to make plenty of sense to Cassie now. After all, the sheets really were already in need of a serious wash. What harm could a little more mess do? So she spread her legs a little and gave the pee permission to come out.
Even then, it took a little while, as her body resisted the urge. It was ironic to her that her brain had had no problems accidentally soaking the entire bed while she'd been asleep the night before, and now it seemed unable to produce even a tiny dribble. But with a little pushing and a little patience, Cassie felt something she'd never felt before in her life- a squirt of fresh pee dripping out of her pussy, down her labia and onto her own bed.
This was going to take some getting used to, thought Cassie as she began picking up speed in the flow, but already she was starting to see why Lola liked it so much.
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Cassie would never have guessed that she would spend so little of her first few months at university studying, but rooming with Lola had given her a different perspective on life. Now things weren't just about good grades; she would always look forward to going out at the weekends (or sometimes weekdays, if the prices were good), and those nights where she got to hang out with her roommate and just enjoy herself.
But she hadn't completely lost the old Cassie, so on the evening before Halloween she was sitting cross-legged on her bed, flicking through a textbook and trying to memorise the details. Assessments were in six weeks. She didn't fancy failing them. The only distraction was that she was starting to really need a piss.
Ordinarily Cassie would have simply gotten up and headed to the bathroom not six feet away from her bed, but Lola was getting ready for a party in there. And, as much as peeing in front of each other had long since shed the taboo, Cassie still reserved it for emergencies or when she was drunk. Besides, she still had a few pages of the chapter to finish, and she was determined to get through them before she sought out relief. She couldn't stand taking breaks from studying just to use the bathroom.
When Lola stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a towel but dripping from head to foot, Cassie couldn't help but feel jealous as usual. The Spaniard was a gorgeous woman- maybe not perfect, but still beautiful. She was a far cry from Cassie's podgier form and uneven boobs. Cassie crossed her legs, aware that she was going to have to get up and pee soon whether she finished the chapter or not.
One of her eyes watched Lola getting dressed. She didn't blink when Lola dropped her towel. Cassie had seen it all before, and it wasn't like she was attracted to her flatmate anyway. But then she went to her underwear draw and picked out something that Cassie certainly hadn't seen before: a black g-string that seemed to have barely enough fabric to cover any woman's crotch, let alone Lola's, which had always stuck out awkwardly. When she pulled it on, Cassie saw that the material was close to see-through.
"Wow".
"What?"
"Where did you get that? I've never seen it before," Cassie said.
Lola beamed. "I save it for special occasions. Nights when I want to look cute".
"Ah". Cassie knew that her roommate had been looking forward to tonight all week. There was a guy at the party she was into, with some Spanish name Cassie had forgotten. Lola couldn't stop talking about it- and not because she thought he was boyfriend material. To put it mildly, Lola had been going through a dry patch. Her exact words had been 'I think my virginity is going to grow back', which Cassie doubted. It was just that Lola, apparently, was a very sexual being, and she hadn't been coping well with suddenly finding herself unable to find a partner.
"I swear, I'll explode if I don't find someone tonight. I haven't been this long without sex in years".
Cassie raised an eyebrow. "How long has it been?"
"Three weeks," said Lola nonchalantly, "which is two weeks too long. He'd better be up for it tonight. I really need it".
Though she wouldn't say it out loud, Lola's horniness was even starting to rub off on Cassie. She'd been thinking about coming along to one of these parties soon and seeing who she could pick up herself. There was one to mark Halloween tomorrow, and Cassie didn't want to go out tonight or she'd run out of money for the month before the big night. Lola didn't seem to have that issue. She said that she didn't usually pay for her own drinks.
"Okay, remember to take a crap before you leave," said Cassie once her friend was dressed, "we don't want a repeat of last time". The last time Lola had gone out without Cassie had been a disaster. The girl had shit her pants and come back hours early to get changed, clearly drunk, slurring that she would put on some fresh underwear and go back to the party and then promptly passing out on her bed fully dressed.
But Lola just smirked. "I don't need to take a crap," she informed Cassie, "I'm not a baby. Thank you for your concern, though". She finished checking her make-up in the mirror, slung a scarf over her shoulder and went out into the hall. Cassie went back to studying- it was only a few more pages before she could finally get up and pee. She squeezed her thighs together a little tighter and kept reading.
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It had long since been dark and cold outside by the time Lola finally returned to the dorm, but that was still several hours earlier than she'd told Cassie to expect. The heater in their room was turned on, but it only had two settings: off and furnace. A few hours after Cassie had given into the chill and flicked on their radiator, the place was like an oven, and Cassie was already starting to sweat. By now the sounds of cars honking outside had grown less frequent and eventually died out, just the way she liked it.
Cassie was in the middle of a greatly needed wank when her roommate got home. She liked to take her time to get warmed up, so while they both still sometimes got themselves off while the other person was in the room, Cassie liked to wait until she had the place to herself before she got started. The conditions were exactly the way she wanted them- silent, in an empty room, with nothing but the sound of the covers rustling and her own deep breathing to indicate that anything was alive in there at all.
With the duvet down around her waist to keep her boobs somewhat cool, Cassie was finally getting closer to the glorious moment she'd been waiting for most of the week. Her fingers moved around her pussy in frantic circles, pressing harder and harder on the clit. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, jaw clenched-
And then the sound of a key in the lock cut stopped her in her tracks. She grabbed her sheet and yanked it back over her chest, orgasm all but forgotten. Seconds later a rectangle of light was flooding in from the hall and Lola walked in, very clearly drunk.
It took Cassie all of five seconds to piece together exactly what happened, just as soon as Lola turned around enough to make the bulge in the back of her pants clearly visible.
"Lola," she whispered, and her roommate jumped just as suddenly as Cassie had when she'd heard herself being walked in on.
"Hi," Lola said sheepishly, "I got bored at the party".
Cassie knew that Lola wasn't ashamed of shitting in her pants- she was just too stubborn to admit that Cassie had been right when she'd advised her friend to use the bathroom before leaving.
"Lola, I can see the bulge in your bum," Cassie said, stifling a yawn.
Lola huffed. "Fine, I pooped in my pants". She kicked off her shoes and crossed the room, and soon the bathroom light whirred into life over Cassie's shoulder.
"Why didn't you go when I told you to?"
"Because I didn't need to go then!" Cassie heard the zipper of Lola's dress coming undone, then fabric falling to a firm floor. "I only got desperate after we started the drinking, and there was a queue for the bathroom. Oh, and when it happened, I was just about to get this guy to take me up to his room. So I'm still as horny as a horny toad".
That gave Cassie a little more sympathy. She sat up in bed again, this time letting the blankets fall away and expose her boobs. The left had always been a little bigger, but with Lola she'd stopped worrying about them too much.
Her roommate was standing in the bathroom in a G-string packed with poop, trying to carefully peel it off her legs. As free as Lola had always been with her bodily functions, the woman had her limits, and apparently letting her shit smear down her legs was one of them. She stood with one leg on either side of the toilet, gradually lowering the waistband until she finally managed to upturn the gusset and dump her dump into the toilet bowl. The splash was so loud that Cassie wouldn't have been surprised if some water had gotten into the Spanish girl's bush. Then she wiped with toilet paper, complaining to herself about how it was too late to shower. It took a long time before Lola was clean enough to be satisfied. Cassie watched all this without saying a word.
She said goodnight to Cassie and climbed back into bed, and Cassie lay down to get to sleep too. Her crotch was still soaking. She tried to revive the wank silently, but the spark had died out. So she faced the wall, as she always did at night, and listened to the two women breathing, waiting for sleep to take her.
A long time passed in which nothing happened and nobody moved. Then, just as she thought she was finally drifting off, Lola said, "I'm sorry, Cassie, but I need to cum. This tension is too much. I can't sleep".
Cassie was surprised it had taken so long. "Knock yourself out," she said with a yawn, knowing that her friend hadn't really been asking for permission. She knew how powerful Lola's sex drive could get. When she really, really had to finish, she would do it. One night Lola had brought herself off in the bathroom of a pub, and then told Cassie the details with a grin later.
Soon Cassie could hear an unmistakable squelching, which she recognised well by now as the sound of Lola's labia rubbing together when she was really wet. Cassie never made that much noise- smaller lips, she supposed. Seconds later she heard Lola tossing the duvet out of the way. It landed on the floor with a noise just like the dress earlier, and the towel on the carpet before that.
There was one other way in which the two were polar opposites: Lola liked to moan while she touched herself. She moaned loudly. Cassie had never been vocal in pleasure, save for the odd squeak or whimper if something felt really good. But when Lola was having fun in the bedroom, she made sure that everyone in hearing range knew about it.
Masturbation was, with a few exceptions, the only time that Cassie ever heard her roommate speak Spanish. More specifically, she swore in Spanish. Cassie knew they were swear words because Lola had taught her one night, to explain exactly what she was screaming when she came.
Lola struck a high, long note, and Cassie knew that the moment had arrived. She knew that the people next door would assume someone was getting laid hard in their room.
When she'd finished, Cassie was left alone with just panting coming from the other bed. Soon it became deep breathing. Then it was silence. Then it was snoring.
Cassie got out of bed, turned off the heater and draped Lola's duvet over the sleeping girl again. She knew there was a good chance that Lola would wet the bed. She hadn't gone to the toilet before she fell asleep, which usually meant a soaked sheet in the morning. But Cassie didn't mind. She had other things to think about.
Like how, with Lola fast asleep, she could get the relief she wanted- and be as loud as she pleased. |
Author's note: h I couldn't think of a better title, but here it is
The fic is below:
Spamton was just chilling in the dumpster where he lives when he noticed a need to pee. Due to the overwhelming urge to always announce his presence, he yelled out “HEY EVERY !! IT’S ME! EV3RY BUDDY’S FAVORITE [[Number 1 Rated Salesman1997]], SPAM-SPAMTON G. SPAMTON!!” He then did his signature laugh, he landed and then noticed Kris. WOAH!! IF IT ISN’T A...LIGHT nER!! HEY-HE Y HEY!!!” A throb from his bladder tried to steer Spamton back onto the track he was on before, yet this pretty much did nothing as he ignored the feeling his body gave him. “LOOKS LIKE YOU’RE [[All Alone On A Late Night?]]” Kris just...blinked in confusion at this. They were about to say something, before Spamton continued. “ALL YOUR FRIENDS [[Abandoned you for the slime]] YOU ARE? SALES GONE DOWN THE [[Drain]] [[Drain]]?? LIVING IN A GODDAMN GARBAGE CAN???” In frustration he slammed his door against it, causing another throb in his bladder, which once again he ignored.
“Uhhhh?” Kris asked, completely confused. Spamton ignored this, much like he was ignoring his bladder.
“WELL HAVE I GOT A [[SPECIL DEAL]] FOR LONELY [[HEARTS]] LIKE YOU!! IF YOU’VE [[Lost Control Of Your Life]]-” Another throb caused Spamton to pause, he squirmed to try and take the edge off his need to pee, abelit unconsciously.
“Uhm...Spamton, was it? You seem bothered by something-”
“I’M [[totally fine]]! ANYWAY IF YOU’VE [[Lost Control Of Your Life]] THEN YOU JUST GOTTA GRAB IT BY THE [[Silly Strings]], WHY BE THE [[Little Sponge]] THAT HATES IT’S [[$4.99]] LIFE, WHEN YOU CAN BE A [[BIG SHOT!!! BIG SHOT!!!!, BIG SHOT!!!]]”
“...Uh...really? But I don’t wanna-” Kris held their arms up, trying to indicate they weren’t interested, but Spamton continued. At this point Spamton was shaking with excitement, but Kris still had the feeling something was off. Well, everything about Spamton was off, but more so like...he was hiding something, or maybe just not noticing? “Maybe you should rest-”
“YOU WANNA MISS YOUR CHANCE TO BE A [[BIG SHOT]]?! NO WAY! TELL YOU WHAT, I HAVE SOME [[Hyperlink Blocked]] FOR YOU. YOU WANT SOME [[Hyperlink Blocked]], RIGHT? YOU TOTALLY DO! ANYWAY, IN EXCHANGE YOU MUST SHOW ME YOUR [[Heartshapedobject]]. YOU’RE LIGHT neR< AREN’T YOU? YOU’VE GOT THE [[LIGHT.]] WHY DON’T YOU [[Show it off?]]” He broke into laughter, pressing his legs together and bouncing a little on the spot. Kris sighed. They REALLY didn’t wanna fight them, especially with their odd behavior. Even as Spamton finished his laugh and the battle began, he still had his legs pressed together, squirming. As soon as he saw Kris’s soul, his hand shot to his crotch, his bladder having trouble keeping up with the excitement. Kris pieced everything together and figured out exactly what was going on.
“Err, shouldn’t you-” Kris began to say, but Spamton promptly cut them off.
“IT’S YOUR [[Turn]] ISN’T IT? THEN TAKE IT.”
Kris sighed, they’d have to use a proper command if they had any hope of getting through to Spamton. Unfortunately, the options for ACTing were naturally limited to things only directly related to the battle, but fortunately they could get Spamton into a position to be spared and prevent Spamton’s accident. Or at the very least, spare him. Kris wasn’t sure if it COULD be prevented at this point. “Let’s make a deal.”
Spamton’s other hand shot to his crotch, you could tell this made him giddy. “HEY HEY HEY! I’VE NEVER SEEN A [HeartShapedObject] LIKE THAT BEFORE!!” Kris sighed in relief, they seemed to be headed in the right direction. “MY EYES ARE [[Burning]] LIKE [[Dvds of ANY movie at Half-pr1ce!]] I HAVE A VERY SPECIL [Deal] FOR YOU KID!”
“Tell me more.” Kris replied. A shiver shot up Spamton’s spine, he even leaked into his underwear.
“THAT’S THE ATTITUDE YOU LITTLE [Slime]! DEALS LIKE THIS ONLY COME ONCE IN YOUR [[Ant-sized]] [[Rapidly-shrinking]] LIFE!!” Kris dodged all of his attacks, but now they had to do the process all over again.
“Let’s continue discussing our deal.” Kris said, trying to put on their best “confident business person” voice.
More shivers. More leaks. By now, Spamton did notice his underwear was...wet, but he chalked it up to probably just being “excitement sweat”. He DID however, dig his hands into his crotch, needless to say Kris thought now for sure there was no way Spamton would make it to the bathroom, but hey, being able to spare him at least was a win. “BELIEVE IT OR !! I USED TO BE A BIG SHOT, THE BIGGEST! BUT NOW... I NEED A LITTLE [[GENORISITY]].”
“Generosity?” Kris asked. “I’m not giving you a hand out-
“THAT’S RIGHT AND I DON’T MEAN [Money]!!! I’M A SALESMAN , I WAS NEVER IN IT FOR THE MONEY!!!”
Kris had a blank expression. Well, their expression normally WAS blank. Dodging yet another set of attacks, it soon rolled back to Kris’s turn. “Uhh...why did you do it, then?”
In response to this, he doubled over, trying to put as much pressure on his bladder as possible. Spamton’s leaks became more frequent, now showing up on his pants, some even dripped between his fingers. “I WAS ONLY EVER IN IT FOR THE [Freedom]. TO MAKE YOUR OWN [Deals] TO CALL YOUR OWN [Shots] AND SOMETIMES IN THE MORNING, A LITTLE [Hyperlink Blocked] SOUNDS GOOD, DOESN;T IT?KID? DON’T YOU W4NT TO BE JUST LIKE YOUR OLD PAL SPAMTON??? TAKE THE DE4L.”
“Ok, I’ll take the deal.” Kris agreed, causing more pee to spurt from Spamton, creating a small puddle underneath him. “NOW THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABO4T! YOU GOT [Guts] KID!! THAT’S [[Discomfort And Abdominal Pain]] IN MY [[Guts]]!!” Another turn, more dodging.
“How do I know this deal is for sure safe, though?” Kris asked.
“DON’T WORRY KID I WILL GIVE YOU [Deal Insurance] ONLY FOR THE LOW, LOW PRICE OF 1000 KROMER. AN AWESOME PRICE.! AN ABSOLUTELY [[Terrifying]] PRICE, PRICES SO LOW EVERYONE I KNOW IS [[Dead]]!!” Yet another turn.
“Err...I don’t need any Deal Insurance.” Kris declined.
“HAHAHAHA HAHAHA PLEASE STOP [Killing] ME I WILL GIVE Y OU ANOTHER DEAL.”
“Ok, lay it on me.” Kris said, finally there was a light at the end of the tunnel…
“DON’T WORRY KIDS I’M AN [HonestMan] I JUST NEED YOUR [Account Details] AND THE [Number on theB4ck!] THEN YOU CAN ENJOY 1000 FREE KROmer.”
“I don’t need that much money.” Kris refused.
“WHAT!?!?! YOU DON”T NEED IT!?!?! THAT’S A REAL BIGSHOT MOVE KID!!! YOU’RE LIKE ME…[Desperate] BUT WE KNOW WHAT WE WANT, DON’T WE!? W1LD PR1ZES, HOTSINGLE, 100 CUSTOMER, AND MOST OF ALL [Hyperlink Blocked] WILL YOU TAKE THE FINAL DEAL!? REMEMBER...THIS IS UP TO YOU, I WOn’T FORCE YOU.”
Kris simply answered. “Deal.”
That was enough to make Spamton burst. The hot stream of piss that had been aching to be released and had in fact, managed to sneak it’s way out multiple times came out unimpeded, cascading past his hands and down his legs. Every atom of Spamton’s being felt blissful in that moment. He gently breathed “Kromer”, paying no attention to the growing puddle spreading beneath him. It seemed to continue on forever, Kris even having to step back to prevent it from getting on them. It was a...surreal experience, to say the least. One neither of them would be forgetting, and especially not anytime soon. “Haah...haah...that was one of the best times of my life…” Eventually though, the stream had slowed down, and came to a stop. Spamton let go of his crotch, straightened himself, and wiped it on his pants. He held it out to Kris, and they reluctantly shook it. “THEN A DEAL’S A DEAL!!! PLEASURE DOING BUSINESS WITH YOU KID!!!”
“U-U-Uh yeah…” Kris replied. “H-Here’s your Kromer. Do you want me to help you get cleaned up or something?”
Spamton stared down at the puddle beneath them. It was fairly sizable, especially compared to his size. “...Wow.” Then realization dawned on him. “OH, I [[Remember]] NOW! I LEFT MY DUMPSTER HOME TO TAKE A PISS!” Stunned silence. They stared at each other for a few moments before Kris spoke up.
“...Then why did you try to make a business deal with me, then?” Kris asked.
“WELL, IN BUSINESS, YOU HAVE TO TAKE ANY [[Opportunity]] YOU GET. YOU WERE CLEARLY AN [[Esteemed Customer]], SO NO WAY COULD I IGNORE YOU.
“Uh-huh. Isn’t the call of nature important?”
“NOT MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE CALL OF [[Business] and [[Targeted Advertising]].” Spamton replied, huffy. “NOT LIKE I DON’T HAVE SPARE [[Pants]] ANYWAY. OH, REMEMBER TO VISIT MY [[Home-made Storefront Site]]. IN THE [[Trash Area Closed For Repairs]]. COME...ALONE.”
“...Yeah, maybe I will.” Kris shrugged. |
This is another commission for @ed2- PM me if you want anything for yourself! Again, it includes themes of alcohol and drug use, plus messing and some nudity. Enjoy!
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For the fifth time that morning, Alana and her parents returned to the car they had parked a few minutes from Cavendish Student Accommodation. The air was still crisp outside, with it being barely after sunrise on a September Saturday. Traffic was beginning to beep and creak in the distance. Here, though, the last strands of peace and quiet in the city still survived for now. Light had even threatened to start peeking through the clouds, adding some warmth to the cool dryness of the concrete. Every now and then another car would roll past, looking for somewhere to stop.
The family had spent the last hour making the trip back and forth from their car to her new bedroom for the year. Every time they would take two or three bags each, then head down the road, into the building, up two flights of stairs, through the apartment door they'd propped open with a wedge and along the corridor until they reached the room right at the end- the room that Alana would occupy for the next nine months. At last they'd gotten the abundance of luggage down to the final few bags, and the task was almost complete.
Now they stood by the car, and Alana knew she wouldn't be getting in it again until Christmas.
"You guys don't have to come in with me," she told them, "I can take the last few bags myself, and my friends will be here soon". The five girls from her college that had been accepted by this university all managed to book themselves rooms in the same five-person apartment, none of them particularly fancying the prospect of shacking up with people they didn't know. With some co-ordination, they'd gotten an early word in and secured a single flat to share.
Alana's parents asked if she was sure, as she'd known they would do... and they were reluctant to let her go, as she'd known they would be. But she talked them around with some improvised lines about starting to be more independent, and soon enough she was hugging them in turn and promising to call them and be good. She loved her parents, really, but she'd also been looking forward to living away from home for the first time in her life. The five of them had so many plans for the trouble they'd get into without any adults around.
She stayed on the corner of the street and watched their little car pull away, somewhat ashamed of herself for not feeling as sad as she knew she should. When they were out of sight, she put one backpack around her left shoulder and one around her right, then picked up the last bag and turned away to get back to her new room. Even having her own room was an adventure to Alana. It felt great to be out of the cold again, and her electronic key buzzed satisfyingly when she held it against the lock to her dorm.
Though she would never in a million years have admitted it to her parents, there was another reason why Alana wanted to be alone now. Her body had been brewing up a poop all morning, it felt like, which hadn't been helped by the coffee she'd picked up at a drive-through Starbucks on the way there. Alana was a twice-a-day pooper: once in the morning, once in the evening. She liked to keep her body regular. Today, however, the hectic business of moving in had afforded her no time to empty her bowels. That was why she wanted some privacy.
Alana went into her new room and let the heavy door swing shut behind her as she set down her bags with the others. All in all, it was hard not to be thrilled with the place; it was at least twice the size of the bedroom she'd shared for most of her life. It even had a desk. And, as her mother had reminded her twenty minutes before, it would only look even bigger once the left wall wasn't lined with bags that needed unpacking. A king-sized bed sat at one end of the room, opposite the en suite.
Thus far, Alana hadn't found the time for more than a cursory glance into her new bathroom. Now she had all the time in the world. She flung the door wide open, at once both delighted and thrown off by the idea that she could simply leave it this way. There was no reason to close herself in- nobody else could get in here without a key, anyway. Sure, the bathroom itself wasn't the biggest, but Alana wasn't about to complain. It had a shower, a toilet, a sink and a mirror, and that was all a girl needed anyway.
As much as she still needed to take a dump, Alana was in no rush now. She decided she wanted a shower, to make up for missing out on one in the rush to leave the house earlier that morning. All of her bathroom stuff was in one bag, and that was the first thing she opened. From it she grabbed a bottle of shampoo, some conditioner, a body wash and a towel. She thought for a second, then went back and fished out a toilet roll. Alana always came prepared.
She stripped off down to the bare skin, revelling in the novelty of being free to walk around naked. Alana left every last piece of clothing on her new bed and wondered vaguely if anyone would be able to see her nude body through the window. Either way, she was confident in her own invisibility once she was in the bathroom, even if the door was left all the way open. That was a relief: she may not mind strangers seeing her tits or arse, but being observed while she was trying to take a shit was a very different matter. So she put her toiletries down where they belonged and sat on the loo, phone in her hands.
For a while nothing happened- Alana preferred to take her time on the toilet. She scrolled through social media, satisfied with letting nature take its course. When she felt movement, it didn't take much effort to earn the rewards. A thick, loose morning log snaked out of her bum, tailing off into the water to make way for the next piece. All the while Alana didn't take her eyes off of her phone. For her, pooping was a slow process, and she saw no reason to try and change that.
Once the first, biggest piece was out, things moved a lot more easily for Alana's bowels. That was almost always the way: she kicked things off with a nice, big log, before the remainder tumbled out as if the plug keeping it in had been removed. While the last of the poop pushed through her tight hole, Alana started to pee. She barely noticed, in truth; engrossed in her phone, she was more than happy to let her muscles work on autopilot. She hadn't had a difficult time with the bathroom since she was a child... well, sober, at least.
The last thing left to do was wipe. Alana's parents had insisted that she bring a dozen rolls of toilet paper to university with her, because they knew that she went through a lot. Two poops a day, always big, always wet... it would sometimes take her twenty sheets or more of hard wiping before she was satisfied that her butt was clean enough. One of the things she couldn't stand was pulling up her panties before the paper was coming away completely white. Usually that happened around the fifteenth doubled-up sheet. On a particularly gassy morning, more like twenty-fifth.
But when that paper was coming away pure, Alana flushed and chucked her phone across the room to land on her unmade bed. She'd always been a stickler for cleanliness when it came to her bathroom habits, which was why she was so nervous about what might happen later that night when everyone started drinking. She'd had enough booze before to have a pretty good idea of what happened to her bodily functions when she got drunk. It was enough to say that drunk Alana's carefree values when it came to hygiene didn't line up with sober Alana's strict rules.
Eager to try out her new shower, Alana pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind and jumped under the warm, powerful water. It felt so good to be able to stand under her own shower, knowing that she could take as long as she liked without any siblings or parents coming to knock on the door to tell her to hurry up. Hell, she didn't even close the door.
Alana washed herself until she couldn't get any cleaner. Her friends- her new flatmates- would be arriving in the next few hours, and she wanted to be at her best for them. |
Until she'd actually arrived, Alana would never have guessed how long it would take to unpack all of her crap. At home, she swore it hadn't felt like she'd loaded up this many bags. Maybe it felt like less when the luggage was being carried between her and both parents; now that all the responsibility fell her way, she suddenly found herself drowning in an ocean of clothes she'd probably never need and towels she'd definitely never use. She didn't mind at all- it gave her something to put her mind to while she waited for her friends to arrive.
The first turned up not long before noon, hauling huge sacks that even made Alana's packing look modest. Becky was a short girl, and some of the bags she'd stuffed with clothes were almost as tall as her. Alana had to give her and her mum a hand just to get half of it up the stairs. Standing around five feet, with hair that could easily reach her waist when pulled straight, Becky had never been one for practicalities.
The two had met during A Level Business two years before, and each found the other easy to get along with. They both liked the same kinds of music and shared in the same senses of humour. And they both packed too much. Becky dragged the last of her bags into her room, a few doors down the hall from Alana. She left them there, sweating, announced that she'd unpack later (which they both knew meant 'next week') and promptly went out again with her mum, who wanted to take her out to lunch to celebrate the start of term. That left Alana on her own in the flat again, with nothing to do but sort out a few more bags.
Until, that was, Zoe arrived an hour later. Almost as short as Becky but with none of the natural slim figure, Zoe was the kind of person who was always smiling, even when it was clear to everyone else that she shouldn't be. Somehow, despite barely revising for any of her exams, she'd pulled through with a B in her Business A Level and been accepted by the university. The rest of the group had spent more of the buildup to results day worrying about Zoe's grade than their own, because they knew they were almost certain to be split up if she didn't get in. Alana had always thought that Zoe dressed like a kid, but in a way that was more endearing than irritating. Today she wore blue denim dungarees over a yellow t-shirt, with bright red sneakers. Whether it was her bubbly personality or the chubby, youthful round look her face wore, Zoe could just about pull off that kind of outfit, even if she regularly earned shocked looks from bartenders when she handed over her ID.
She'd barely packed anything; it seemed to Alana like her friend had rolled out of bed that morning, thrown a few things into a couple of bags and dragged them to Cavendish. A few shopping trips were in order if she was going to survive the winter. That wouldn't be a problem- Zoe's parents were loaded.
Alana could hear Zoe unpacking while she went for a pee in the middle of the day. The girl had been assigned the room next to Alana's, which happened to be furthest from the kitchen. The walls weren't exactly thick. Sitting there, letting a stream pour out of her and into the water, she could make out the sound of Zoe closing her closet.
Alana had already decided that she liked her new toilet. Even if the room was tiny, just the luxury of having it all to herself made things totally worth it. And she never had to feel claustrophobic because the door could always be kept open. Ventilation wasn't a problem, the sink was right next to the can... and it was only half a dozen steps or so from her bed, which was bound to come in plenty useful on nights when she woke up needing to go. It was a big improvement on home, where the bathroom was a short pilgrimage away from her bedroom. Usually she would try and hold it in until morning rather than face the walk through the dark, cold corridors.
Housemate number four moved in while Alana was trying to connect to the building's WiFi. When she heard who was with them, she decided to stay in her room. Megan was the posh girl of the group, which Alana had long since gotten used to, but her parents took it to another level. They were uptight snobs who looked down their noses at anyone with less money than them, as far as she was concerned. Megan had always carried an air of faint embarrassment whenever her friends had met her parents; Alana had no intention of running into them today. So she kept sorting out her room quietly, pretending that she wasn't around. Only when she was sure the rich parents had gone home did Alana wander down the hall to say hi to Megan, who was unpacking with her door propped open. She looked as relieved as anyone not to be in the presence of those two anymore; while she still had plenty of her old posh tendencies, Alana had found that once you got to know Megan, she totally lacked the prejudices and judgemental tendencies of the people that had raised her.
A pretty blonde with eyes that could seem either blue or green on any given day, Megan was also the resident grade-getter of the group, and the only person whose acceptance at the university had never been in doubt. Alana was sure that the girl could have passed the exam with her eyes closed. She was also a lesbian, and had gotten so good at pretending she wasn't that she seemed to have to turn down a different boy every week.
All five families lived in the same area, so Alana was amused to see the wildly different times that each set of parents had decided to turn up. It was almost four in the afternoon by the time the fifth and final member of the group had been dropped off. To call Alex a tomboy would be putting it mildly- in their seven years of knowing each other, Alana had never seen the other woman with hair that went past her ears. She was tall, thin and proud of her flat chest. Like Zoe, she'd muddled through her exams, preferring to spend her free time with a guitar in her hands than a textbook. Her packing was industrious: three suitcases and a big, unceremonious sack full of clothes which she tossed carelessly onto her bed.
Alana went to help Alex unpack, seeing as she'd already more or less finished in her own room by that time. They talked about plans to check out the city the next day, find out what the best places to buy groceries were and what bus stops got the most regular service. All five rooms were basically identical, with only minor differences to the layout.
At last the five of them were alone, and it felt like the year could really get going. They gathered in the kitchen, each trying to assign themselves an equal share of the cupboard space, drawers and fridge-freezer shelves. Alex barely had enough cutlery and tools to fill a single tray, while Becky had to cram in half her possessions like sardines. Alana just sat back and watched, having tucked all of her kitchen stuff away before half of them had even set foot in the building. She was relaxing on a sofa at the back of the room, perfectly in line with the flatscreen TV hung on one wall.
They talked as they unpacked, making plans for their first night as students. There were plenty of deals around the city for freshers, and everyone had just got their student loans in to burn- the question was where to go. Again, Alana felt happy to let the more outspoken members of the group make the decisions. She preferred to tag along... and besides, she had something else on her mind.
When her housemates agreed to meet back in the kitchen no later than seven, Alana went back to her room to collect her wallet and key. Then she set out down the street towards an off-license she'd seen around the corner to pick up some booze. In truth, worry was already in the back of her mind. Her friends had already received a taste of what alcohol could do to her bladder, but they had no idea yet that her accident on their last night out hadn't been a one-off. She wanted to fit in and have fun, but she knew she needed to be careful. The last thing she needed was to get a reputation as the girl who soiled herself when she got drunk.
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As seven o'clock crawled slowly closer, Alana stood beneath her shower for the second time that day. She hadn't bothered to draw the curtain across, and through the mist of a fogged-up mirror she could see the dark ebony outline of her naked body. The water ran hot and steaming, the way she liked it, over her skin and around her feet. She took care not to get her hair wet, knowing it would take hours to dry, and she already had her afro exactly how she wanted it for the night ahead. Her nipples stood hard enough to cut glass, but Alana wasn't thinking about sex- she was just excited for the night ahead.
Her bladder twinged curiously while she was rinsing soap out of the coarse hair in her armpits, and she made no attempt to stop it from beginning to empty. At home, her mother had strictly forbidden peeing in the shower, but that had never really stopped Alana. Now she didn't have to worry about secrecy at all. She hoped that squeezing out the last few drops of urine here would mean she didn't have to break the seal for at least a couple of hours into the night, but experience had taught her that her bladder rarely worked like that. Still, it felt nice to let the warm golden liquid run down her closed legs before the water washed away any evidence of what she'd done.
When every last trace of soap was rinsed out, Alana turned off the water and walked, dripping wet, back to her bed, where a towel was laid out and waiting. She still got a tiny thrill out of walking around the place in the nude. Her blinds were open, but she didn't mind the thought that there was a tiny chance someone in a student apartment across the street might chance to glance into her window at just the right time to catch her with no clothes on. Then the towel was wrapped around her, and the moment was gone.
On came some music on her phone; she had a whole playlist on Spotify designed exclusively to get her in the mood for nights like these, which she'd organised on the drive up to the city that morning. Set out on the bed were the clothes she planned to wear that night: a tight black t-shirt, a black bra and thong set so thin they were practically invisible and a pair of jeans that fit just right to cling to her legs. She scrubbed her whole body dry, taking special care to remove any moisture from between her toes, in her armpits, from her butt crack and the little crevices where her inner thighs met the mounds of her pussy. When everything was bone dry, the towel was tossed back on the top of the open bathroom door and she pulled on the thong. It had never been worn before, but she smiled at the feeling of a perfect fit. Next came the jeans, then the bra, taking with it the last chance for anyone looking in to get a good view that night.
All dressed, Alana grabbed the bottle she'd bought from the off-licence. It was a litre of pink gin that had cost enough to make her eyes water, but she had been feeling reckless ever since seeing her bank account fill up from her student loan earlier in the week. She'd also stocked up on lemonade and ice, which were already packed away in the kitchen, just waiting for her to start pouring.
Alana got to the kitchen a few minutes before seven and found all of her housemates already gathered around the table. Becky was in charge of the music, as per usual; a little portable speaker was sitting on the worktop, blasting out chart-toppers with her phone plugged in nearby. In front of each of them was already a drink. Most of them looked full, but it was clear from a glance that Zoe, at least, had started drinking a while ago- only a few dregs of Pepsi remained at the bottom of her cup. They were in the middle of a heated discussion about what they should order to eat that night. In the end everyone transferred a few pounds over to Becky and let her order them some pizza. Alana didn't have her phone with her, so she promised to buy her friend a drink when they went out instead.
"Okay, we're all here," Megan announced, pulling up a chair and patting to indicate that Alana should sit, "let's get these drinking games going".
By night, the kitchen was an airy space lit up with almost fluorescent vibrance. There was more than enough room around the table for the five of them.
Alana carried her pink gin to the fridge and set it down while she pulled out the lemonade, some ice and a cup. "Let me get a drink first," she said, unscrewing the lid. Her mission that night was to get just tipsy enough to have fun without overdoing it, getting drunk and risking an accident. So she poured just a little gin into the glass, not realising that everyone else was watching her. There was good-natured outcry when she stopped with barely half an inch of gin in the cup.
"That wouldn't get a baby drunk, mate," Alex snorted, "come on, at least twice that much".
Alana didn't blame them; they weren't to know why she was reluctant. So she poured in a little more and couldn't help but grin as they cheered and whopped approvingly. When she turned back, Megan had set up the table to play a familiar game. A circle of cards were spread face-down around an empty pint glass. She knew how Ring of Fire worked. If she got lucky, she'd barely have to drink at all... but some bad fortune with the cards could get her absolutely hammered. Of course, there was another option, which was to tell the girls the truth about why she didn't want to get too drunk... but the thought of admitting it made her nervous, especially as they seemed to have forgotten about her wetting herself on the last night out. Instead she kept quiet and took her place between Megan and Zoe, and the group began to play.
Something all too familiar happened as Alana started drinking- she could feel herself growing in confidence, and those worries about getting drunk slowly evaporated. By the time they were down to the last King card, she'd almost forgotten all about her misgivings. The alcohol had persuaded her that it wasn't going to be such a big deal after all. That was exactly what had been her downfall the last time.
Already, Alana was starting to have to pee. She could feel her bladder filling up as she went through one, then two, then three glasses of booze. The third time, nobody even had to encourage her to pour a strong drink, she just did it because she wanted to. And she still had no intention of leaving the game to go pee. She was having too much fun for that.
Their pizza arrived with the game drawing to a close, and it was Zoe who volunteered to head down the stairs and collect the boxes from the gate. Nobody stopped to ask how she was expected to carry it all back up by herself with no free hands to open the doors. In the end Alex went to rescue her, and they soon had three huge pizzas spread out on the table. Privately, Alana had to worry that the grease and meat would end in her needing to poop pretty bad by tomorrow morning, if not sooner- she hadn't had her evening dump yet, though she could feel that it was coming.
None of the women saw any reason to let the arrival of the food put a stop to the drinking games, especially with only six of the fifty-two cards left to draw. Alana was getting some good luck, but she knew it wasn't going to last. With every passing turn, she hoped that the final King would be drawn by anyone but her- whoever found it would have to neck the pint of Pepsi, beer, wine, vodka and gin in the centre, plus some of their own drink.
It came as no surprise at all to Alana when she turned over her last card and saw that red 'K' staring back at her mockingly. The other girls cheered, and she considered refusing, but the idea of setting a precedent like that didn't seem worth it to Alana. So, without giving herself enough time to chicken out, she poured the rest of her drink into the pint glass, picked it up and began to slurp it down as the others chanted from eight down to one.
When she slammed the glass back down on the table, it was more than clear to Alana that she was going to regret taking the drink in the morning- if not much, much sooner. |
Alana stumbled down the hallway, wondering if she was going to live to regret booking the room furthest away from the kitchen. She swung left as she walked and bumped into one of the walls, then straightened herself and took the last few steps to her door. The intensity of her intoxication had almost tripled the second she stood up. A colossal burp erupted from her mouth and she didn't bother to cover it. With nobody else in the corridor, and the alcohol rendering her inhibitions nearly non-existent, there was no need for false niceties. Not for the first time, she asked herself if maybe this was who she really was- this gross, embarrassing animal, who only kept up the pretences of being polite and civilised when a mixture of sobriety and social anxiety forced her to.
She was here because the need to use the bathroom had finally become too much to bear another second. Not only was her bladder fit to burst, but the oversized portion of pizza she'd gobbled down had taken a predictable toll on her belly, and she urgently had to take a shit, too. And to think it was barely gone nine-thirty. With many hours left in the night, she was already pushing past the realms of tipsy and into the world of drunk.
Alana extracted her electronic key from the left pocket of her jeans and fumbled with it. She felt like her body couldn't hold everything back much longer, but all of a sudden she seemed to have completely forgotten how to get the door to open. Press the key against the lock. Pull the handle. Nothing happened. Alana started to panic, her bladder threatening to leak. Finally, she tried the other side of the key and it let her fall through the door and into her bedroom.
It had grown far hotter in here since she'd last left. Alana turned the corner, stepped into the bathroom and tore down her jeans and underwear in one go. She collapsed onto the toilet before her bedroom door had even clicked shut. No sooner was she seated than everything started to come out, both of the front and the back. She swore under her breath, stunned at how close to an accident she had come. It was weird- Alana practically never had close calls when she wasn't drinking, but after a few glasses of gin and lemonade she'd found herself seconds away from ruining a brand new thong. Brushing frizzy black hair out of her face, she leaned back and let it all exorcise itself from her body. Her butt stretched out nicely to allow the second poop of the day through.
While she finished up, she turned and looked in the mirror. Staring back at her was a slightly blurry image of a girl with big brown eyes, smooth, dark skin and thin eyebrows that curved upward ever so slightly. It took her a second to remember that the staring girl was herself.
As usual, her poop left skidmarks all over the bowl and residue littering the area around her anus. This time, spurred into carelessness by the booze, Alana didn't bother wiping everything away. A few sheets would do, she decided. With most of it cleaned off and in the bowl, she flushed, started to stand up, remembered something. Alana had been a few seconds away from pulling up her thong without drying the pee off of the lips of her pussy. The second time, she used a few squares to get rid of the excess fluid, then stood again for real.
Alana finished buttoning her jeans back up just before walking back into the kitchen, where the girls were still playing the game of Never Have I Ever that they'd been in the midst of when she left. Though they knew each other from college, there had been few opportunities to get drunk together in the past, so there were still plenty of questions to answer.
It didn't take long before Alana had forgotten all about her close call in the bathroom, and soon she was laughing and drinking along with her new flatmates again. It felt good not to worry.
Half an hour later it was time to get ready to go out. The five girls split up again, each retreating to their respective rooms. For the first time in hours, Becky unplugged her speaker and left the kitchen weirdly silent. Alana was the last to leave, finishing her last glass of gin and lemonade before staggering as calmly as she could manage back to her room. Even drunk, she noticed the smell of poop right away when the door buzzed open.
She considered trying to take a leak before they left, but it felt like there was nothing in her to squeeze out yet, so Alana closed her toilet lid and went for her other stuff. She gathered a coat, her wallet and her phone, which had been charging on the desk. Then, just to be sure, she checked the wallet for her ID, both of her cards and some change to give to the cloakroom. A sober Alana had planned everything out meticulously- it was just down to drunk Alana now to remember everything she had to do.
After a minute of checking her make-up in the bathroom mirror, illuminated by the dazzlingly bright overhead light, she returned to join the others in the hallway. It was a relief to see that she wasn't the last one out; Becky was still in her room, and Alex jested that she thought the short girl was taking a dump.
When Becky emerged from her room, laughing that she felt ten pounds lighter, they walked together down the stairs and into the courtyard apartment. Then they waited patiently while Zoe ran back upstairs to collect the driver's license she'd forgotten on her desk. The air outside was already cold, but the girls were buzzed enough to barely notice it on their exposed arms and legs.
The city at night was exactly what Alana had expected. Of course, it was busier than usual tonight, being the Saturday before Fresher's Week. Most of the new generation of students would have moved in today, according to her dad. They certainly passed plenty on the way down to the nightlife district, groups outside pubs or packed into a giant McDonalds with bouncers outside, something that Alana had never dreamed of seeing back in the small town where she'd grown up. It felt alive here, the lights vibrant, the people diverse and thrillingly unpredictable.
The group was in fine form, laughing and joking as well as ever, emboldened by the buzz of the night so far. It felt both strange and exhilarating to be away from home together, and knowing that they were only just starting was freeing to all five of them. On the walk, they passed so many bars and clubs and takeaway places that someone would say they wanted to check out. If they were smart with money, Megan pointed out, the five would have more than enough time to try them all. In between came the same good-natured teasing and joking that had gelled the group into getting along so well in the first place. Even Alex, usually the quietest of them, was joining in on the fun.
Alana, for her part, had completely stopped worrying about the effects the booze would have on her bladder and bowels. Her incident in the bathroom earlier that night hadn't humbled her- in fact, it seemed to have the opposite effect. Now she felt invincible, confident that she could make it to the toilet later just as she had done then. The healthy dose of bathroom anxiety that usually kept her 100% continent was nowhere to be seen anymore.
It felt like they had only been walking for ten minutes when the club district soon came into view, even if a glance the clock on her phone told Alana they had actually travelled for thrice that time. Everywhere around here were queues of students, sometimes stretching back for what looked like a quarter mile or more. It was packed. All five girls stopped and stood in a huddle to the side of the road, scanning the email apps on their phones to find the electronic tickets that had been sent earlier.
Before they went to join the queue for the club they'd booked, which seemed like the busiest of the lot, Zoe spoke up. "I really need a wee before we get in that queue," she slurred loudly, "anyone want to come and keep watch?"
Alana decided that she wouldn't mind a few minutes down a quiet alleyway somewhere to get her head straight before they went into the belly of the strobe-lighted beast. "I'll come," she said, "I don't need to go, but I'll make sure nobody creepy sees you".
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Half an hour went by before the group finally approached the front of the nightclub queue. Alana had known it would be busy out here, but she had never seen anything like this before- the whole street was swarming with drunken students. Most were just talking, although every now and then a fight would break out, or someone would start calling across the road to someone they recognised. The line crept forward. Fortunately, Alana was still drunk enough that she didn't mind. The booze was keeping her warm, and the conversation between the five girls was keeping her brain awake.
The only thing she wished she'd done differently was that she was starting to seriously regret not taking a piss in the alleyway with Zoe when she had the chance. The shorter girl had squatted expertly over concrete and hissed out a long, hard jet that soaked the floor so much Alana had to take a step back to stop her shoes from getting wet. While she shook to dry her crotch, Zoe had offered to swap roles and keep watch while Alana emptied her bladder. But Alana hadn't needed to go much back then, so she'd declined, not realising how quickly her need would shoot up while they queued for the club.
Finally it was their turn, and Alana extracted her ID from her wallet to hand to the security guard outside. It felt odd; she'd never needed her driver's license to get into a building before. A bizarre, unfounded paranoia set in that the guard would find some reason not to let her in, but of course they were all allowed to pass with no issue. The five regrouped and scanned their tickets at the door. Each was hit with a stamp in red ink on the back of their hand, and then they were in.
If the outside of the club was busy, inside was absolutely stacked. There seemed to be people climbing the rafters, and you could barely move for clubbers. Photographers weaved expertly in and out of the crowds, taking pictures of groups in cringeworthy poses. Someone was walking around dressed as Shrek. Alana didn't know what to make of it, but the booze had loosened her up enough that she didn't mind a little crazy. In fact, that was an understatement. By this point everything she'd had to drink at the flat had kicked in, and she was up for plenty of crazy. Just as soon as she found somewhere to pee.
Just as she was about to go and find the toilets, Megan grabbed her by the arm and dragged her over to the bar. It took half a minute to make the ten-metre journey thanks to all the bodies they needed to squeeze past. Eventually the quintet emerged by a long wooden bar, where a young man dressed in black took their order. Alana had completely forgotten- they'd all agreed to have their first drink in a club together, as soon as they got there. Each ordered a spirit with mixer and a shot. Alana didn't see the harm in it; now that she was safely inside the club she could just head to the loos whenever she had to go. Just as soon as she figured out where they were...
So she was eager to get the drinks down her quickly. The five of them clinked their shot glasses together and knocked them back. It was some sour green concoction that Alana didn't care for, but it was at least cheap- and it was going to get her drunk, which was all she really wanted. Then the other drink went down the hatch. Her comrades were impressed by how quickly Alana downed it. They didn't know that the only reason was so she could get away from there and try to find the bathroom sharpish. If she wasn't fast enough, she was going to wet herself, she was sure of it.
But a whole lap of the club didn't lead her to the answer she wanted. There were no doors with that familiar silhouette of a woman on the front, or even the word 'ladies'. As the desperation ramped up another notch, Alana could find no sign of a place where she could relieve herself.
Her bladder was painfully full now. She had forgotten, in her drunken stupor, just how quickly she could go from comfortable to bursting when she'd been drinking. The bathroom had to be around here somewhere... and she had to find it within the next couple of minutes, otherwise she'd be walking home in drenched jeans. Every step seemed to just make it harder to hold everything in. She bumped frantically into the elbow of a man nearby, and it dug into her bladder. Her belly was bloated and firm from fulness, but the pressure of his bone digging into her very nearly made her lose control altogether.
Just as Alana was almost resigned to pissing herself, she caught sight of what looked like a girl getting progressively shorter in a gap through the crowd. At first she thought she must be drunker than she had realised. Then she watched as the same thing happened to a guy in another direction, and it hit her- stairs! She hadn't even known this place had a downstairs. Alana charged through the crowd, her salvation within reach
The walk down those stairs was one of the hardest things Alana had done in her life. Each and every step felt as though it could be the final straw. She tried to walk with her thighs glued together, but being so drunk made it hard to stay in control, and twice she almost stumbled. The stairs went down, doubled back on themselves and descended again. People in front of her seemed to be walking impossibly slowly.
A single leak spurted out of her and turned that new thong hot and wet. Alana was forced to do something then that she had badly wanted to avoid: she grabbed her pussy through her jeans and squeezed. People started staring once she did that. Why wouldn't they? What was normal about a teenager walking around a club holding herself like a little kid? She felt a tear well in each eye, and for once she couldn't blame the gin.
At the bottom of the stairs she finally spotted the luminescent sign for the bathroom. It was on the other side of the room. Vision blurred, Alana pushed through the crowd as best as she could, never taking her hand off of her sex as she walked. Some people saw her coming and moved aside to let her pass, concern in their eyes. At some point, she realised, she must have leaked again. She hadn't noticed at the time.
Finally, for the first time since getting into the club, Alana was spat out by the crowd into just the smallest pocket of space. There was the women's bathroom... and there was a queue of a dozen girls stretching out of the door.
That did it. Alana's body gave in. She started to wet herself. She could feel it, but she couldn't stop it.
The queerest mixture of emotions overwhelmed Alana's mind in that moment. First came the immense relief of her sphincter relaxing at last. Then the warmth, the unparalleled warmth that spread across her crotch and down her legs, turning her jeans from grey to black in the darkness. Over the music there was no way she could hear the hiss that she knew was coming out of her pussy. Lastly, there came the shame, which washed over her like a tsunami. She was standing in a busy room on the first night of university, and she was pissing her pants hard.
Alana groaned out loud. When she opened her eyes, people were staring. And not just a handful of people- it felt like dozens of eyes were on her. There was no cliché'd kid holding up a phone camera and pointing it at her legs, nor the huge puddle that was spreading across the floor. They all just looked shocked... and slightly sorry for her. That sympathy was worse than the wetting somehow. It made her feel like trash, like some drunken slut who couldn't hold her liquor and needed to be looked after. She felt like a pathetic, alcoholic mess.
Then Becky was there, standing beside her with a hand on her shoulder. Alana turned to the girl, tears running down her cheeks now. "I pissed myself," she said stupidly, "I couldn't fucking hold it. I pissed myself".
Becky started to lead her away, towards the stairs again. "I think I'm gonna walk you home," she said.
"No, no," Alana protested, even now hearing how hammered she was in her shaky voice, "I'll get home myself, it's fine".
As soon as they stepped into the fresh air, Alana turned and puked violently onto the pavement, narrowly missing the feet of a nearby bouncer. That was the last thing she remembered that night. |
It was Monday evening before Alana left the house again, but leave it she eventually did. She was wedged between her friends at a table in a student bar well after midnight, a circular booth that left her needing to ask at least two of them to move every time she had to get up. Zoe and Alex were pressing her in on one side, with Becky and Megan to her right. She didn't mind- the place was fancy, and her initial reservations about going out and drinking again had disappeared once she realised that her friends really weren't upset about her little accident at the weekend. The first few sips of alcohol had helped to calm her nerves, too.
The embarrassment that burned after Becky walked her home had lasted all of Sunday. She hadn't even come out of her room until the rest of the girls had gone out to another club, and the hunger grew so bad that she couldn't bear to starve herself any longer. They invited her- begged her, really- but she was simply too humiliated, so she made up an excuse about her hangover being too bad that was only half a lie.
As soon as that hangover faded on Monday morning, though, so did the shame. Forgetting, it seemed, was the greatest superpower a drunk girl could have. She'd jumped at the chance to go out and get tipsy again, impressed that her friends were still going strong after two nights in a row spent clubbing. Alana, for her part, had slept for twenty of the last forty-eight hours. She was fully refreshed. When the other girls were on their third drink, she'd had five. Part of that was foolish determination to prove that she could handle her drink, but there was another side to the problem, too. The truth was that she just really liked getting wasted.
She did have to pee, but being jammed in between her friends meant that the effort and inconvenience of getting up greatly outweighed how bad she needed to go. Alana was sure she could still hold it. By the time two in the morning came, though, she was starting to get tired and the copious amounts of vodka were taking their toll. She had stopped taking part in the conversation, instead listening quietly, occasionally brushing frizzy hair out of her eyes with one hand and sipping her last cocktail through a plastic pink straw. Her friends had to talk loudly to be heard over the music, which was exactly the kind of cheesy naughties pop that she loved getting drunk to.
From Zoe, Alana had heard about the club they'd been at the night before. It sounded awesome. The four girls had stumbled home some time before sunrise with an array of inflatable animals, which were littering the kitchen come the morning. Alana was pissed off that she'd missed out over a little embarrassment and promised herself she wouldn't sit out of any more nights.
All of a sudden Alana found herself being shaken by the shoulder. It took her a few seconds to come to, and a few more to realise that she had fallen asleep. She looked around groggily; all four of her friends were staring at her.
"Alana," Becky said, concern in her voice. Alana blinked and met her gaze. "You're peeing".
That woke her up. She looked down at her crotch and saw that it was true- a little dark stain was growing on her cream playsuit, seeping onto the leather of the seat. She swore under her breath and shut off the flow.
"Sorry," she mumbled, "I'd better get to the toilet". Zoe and Alex wasted no time in scrambling out of their seats. She scooted along the chair and got up, not wanting to look back at the wet patch she'd no doubt left behind. Now that she was awake Alana realised how badly she really had to go. A few more minutes and she might have been looking at her second accident in three days. Luckily, the walk to the toilet was short and there was no queue in a bar that had started to empty out already.
She got to the bathroom in the nick of time, only to find that just one of the three stalls was available- the one closest to the door, directly opposite it in fact. Alana quickly realised why it wasn't taken. There was no lock on the door. But she was about to piss her playsuit, so closing it without a lock would have to do. With a quick reach behind she unzipped the thing, pulling it all down as fast as she could.
The trouble with wearing a braless one-piece to a club was that she had to effectively strip naked just to pee. That was usually bearable because the doors usually locked. If she'd had any other choice, Alana wouldn't have used that toilet. But the pee was coming whether she was ready or not. So she dropped the whole suit around her ankles and plopped her bum down on the toilet just before her bladder completely surrendered all control.
As she tried her best to enjoy the relief of going, having done almost none of it in her pants, the stall door started to creak open. Alana leaned forward to stop it, in a sudden panic... but she couldn't reach. And through the bathroom door she saw a table of guys staring at her. Some were stunned, some were laughing, but they were all staring, alright. They were looking at a girl, naked except for the pale playsuit bunched up by her feet, sitting on the toilet and unable to stop peeing. They saw her deep brown nipples, flat and lifeless. They saw the chub of her belly overhanging her free-flowing pussy. And, she was sure, they all saw the bush of black pubic hair standing out against her dark skin.
She was a prisoner there, unable to stand up to close the door. All she could do was cross her arms over her ample breasts, lean forward to try and cover her pussy and wait it out. By the time another woman finally came by and stood wordlessly in the door to cover Alana up, she was almost finished peeing.
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God was merciful, because Alana didn't remember the boys seeing her naked come Tuesday morning, and that night she was back out with the girls at a red hot club they were yet to try out. She'd somehow managed to get even drunker than before, and had only just smuggled herself into the club by putting on her best impression of a sober person for the full two minutes it took to get past security and the ticket booth. The group were buying round after round of shots, and Alana was growing more and more talkative with every last one.
Somehow, though, it had been a successful night for her in the bathroom. She'd made a point of going as soon as she felt the urge to pee, not wanting a repeat of the last two incidents. It being a Tuesday night, the club was quieter than at weekends, so there were no lines to the bathroom. So far, every single piss had been quick and painless and her clothes had remained dry as a bone. She'd even been able to avoid the stalls without working locks, which was a welcome change of pace. Past midnight, everything was going perfectly.
"I'm proud of you," slurred Zoe at one point, putting her pale arm around Alana's dark shoulder and leaning in close, "you haven't pissed yourself even a little bit yet".
Coming from someone else that might have sounded condescending, or maybe even a little mean, but even drunk Zoe didn't have a mean bone in her body. And the truth was that Alana couldn't help feeling a little proud of herself too. It was pathetic, she knew, but she was pleased with the way she'd stayed on top of things and avoided any drama in the toilet all night long.
When the urge to go hit Alana again, she told the others she would be right back and headed to the toilet. Usually she wouldn't go on her own, but with the speed she was getting through those drinks, nobody else had to pee again so soon after their last visit to the restroom. Alana didn't mind the alone time. She walked as stably as she could manage to the bathroom, once again feeling even drunker from standing up too fast. As usual, there was nobody waiting outside the bathroom. She took the stall furthest from the door, in no rush to go, and locked it behind her.
Taking her seat and starting to pee was a blissful sensation. She daren't close her eyes, in case the room started to spin when she opened them again. It was hard for Alana to think of a time she'd been this drunk and stayed conscious- part of her thought that she was going to throw up, another thought she might need to shit. For now, she kept peeing, letting it all run out of her like a hot tap. Beside her she heard a loud splash in the water from the next stall over, followed by an unmistakable moan of relief. Alana giggled; emboldened, she let out a moan of her own. It felt great to let go, after all.
It felt like an age until her vicious stream finally died down to a dribble. Alana tried to push on her colon, looking to see if she had to poop, but decided to leave it until she got home. She looked around for toilet paper- there was nothing on the left wall or the right. Just as worry started to rise up in her throat, she spotted some on top of the white tank behind her.
She reached between her legs with the first square... and her fingers met soaking wet, hot fabric. Alana gasped. She looked down at her thighs... her fully clothed thighs. She hadn't even lowered her leggings before sitting down. Somehow, under the influence of enough booze to kill a small child, she'd completely failed to notice that her piss was saturating her underwear and leggings before cascading into the toilet below. It felt as though the wet patch forked out to nearly the back of her knees. Already she was sure that the smell of piss was hanging in the air around her.
Even getting to her feet was a struggle, but Alana pulled herself up and looked back down on the toilet. It was a mess. The seat was covered in pee, some of which was dripping onto the floor even now. The inside of the bowl was yellow all over. All she could do was walk away from it all, get home as soon as she could and get to bed.
She went upstairs and made her excuses. In black leggings, there was no telling the real reason she was bailing out early. Her friends told her to message them when she got back to the flat, and she summoned an Uber on her phone. The alcohol was still moving through her- in half an hour she could be too drunk to stay awake. She needed to be quick if she wanted to get to bed before that happened.
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Traffic proved to be a nightmare, and it was almost an hour later by the time Alana staggered through the front door of the flat, knowing that she could have walked and been home in half the time and without the extortionate Uber fee. The drive had done very little to sober her up, but with the unwanted side effect of making her desperately need the toilet again- this time to poop as well as pee. Nobody else was home yet, but they planned to walk as far as Alana knew, so if they'd left the club at any time in the last half an hour they wouldn't take long to get back.
Alana's drive home had been silent and uncomfortable, not least because she'd spent the entire ride trying her best not to have an accident and ruin the seat. Her butt kept begging her to let it open up and push a soft load out onto the seat, and she'd barely managed to resist. She'd barely said a word to the driver, instead attempting to distract herself with her phone and search for a sitting position that didn't make her belly grumble in agony.
The moment that she finally heard the flat door click behind her was almost jubilant. She was still so drunk that she barely knew what was going on, but at least she was home. At least she'd made it.
It was pitch black inside the flat. In her state, there was little to no chance of finding the light switch simply by fumbling along in the dark, and her phone was dead from constant use in the car. After a brief check to see if she could stumble across the switch, Alana fished her key out of her bag and held it up against the electronic lock she'd ended up leaning beside.
The door swung open, but in here it was equally dark. Luckily she'd spent enough time in the room that first week that she already knew the layout by heart. This wasn't her first time getting in drunk and without light and needing to use the toilet badly. Three steps forward, two to the left and then a couple back. She felt the back of her knees find a hard edge and slowly, on shaky legs, lowered herself down onto the toilet, sliding her leggings and panties down as she went.
Whether she'd been even more desperate than she realised or the alcohol was just enhancing things, it felt almost orgasmic to release her bladder where she sat. Alana closed her eyes and moaned, knowing nobody was around to hear even through these thin walls. It was as though a river was hissing out from between her legs- at least, she certainly felt as though she'd been holding back a whole river. In the darkness, she was sure that the sound of pee jetting out of her urethra was even louder than usual. Alana only wanted to drain every last drop from her body and then roll into bed.
The other urge made itself known again, and Alana couldn't hold it back even if she wanted to. A huge, thick mass started to snake out of her hole. She couldn't help moaning again at the way it stretched her wide open. In the background, she could hear the doors to the flat opening- the others probably thought she was fast asleep by now. All she wanted to focus on was having a nice, huge poo, which was happening hard and fast now. But all of a sudden something didn't feel right.
Somewhere over the hissing of her pee, Alana heard the metallic buzz of the room door being unlocked. She froze. The door creaked open, and suddenly, with a crack as sharp as a whip, the lights flickered on around her.
She wasn't in her room. She was in a room that looked just like hers, but with a reversed layout. Where the toilet sat in her room, here there was a messy, unmade bed. She was sitting on the mattress, a huge chunk of which was now soaked, or covered in her shit.
Becky stood in the doorway, mouth open, and behind her- so much worse- was a boy Alana had never seen before. When her drunken brain had realised what was going on, she reached down to cover up her pussy and bush.
"I thought this was my room," she stammered, feeling drunker and dumber than ever before. A glance behind her told her that the bedsheets were ruined. Where there had once been pristine white, everything was suddenly brown or drenched to the point of transparency.
Becky finally closed her mouth. "Did you know the keys worked for every room?"
Alana shook her head. "Did you?"
"No," Becky said, backing out of the room, "we're gonna take your room. We'll do each other's laundry".
"That... that seems fair," Alana muttered, trying to force down the lump in her throat. She just wanted to be left alone, and for the boy to stop staring at her shit-smeared asscrack.
"Let's never talk about this again," Becky said, and then she was gone. The door slammed shut again. Alana stood up, intending to get clean... and felt her knees go weak beneath her. She fell back onto the bed, narrowly missing landing in her own faeces. All she could do was kick off her shoes, slide her leggings and panties off and collapse on the mattress, curling up in a ball as far from her mess as she could.
A little voice in her head was telling her what she needed to do. She had to get up, had to lock the door, strip the sheets, take a shower...
Instead Alana closed her eyes for a few seconds, and before she could do anything about it at all, she was out like a smashed lightbulb. |
Alana's ears were pounding; she could barely hear herself think. All around her were students of every variety, all crammed into one house that was simply too small to fit the hundred or so kids who had turned up. Still, it was a Friday night- only the third one of the term- and there was no point in staying at home while all of her friends went to check out the party. And, like most parties so far that term, Alana had found herself going from reluctant to thrilled as soon as she'd had a couple of strongly mixed dinks.
Although cleaning up Becky's bed the morning after her little incident had been worse than a nightmare, the two girls had kept each other's secrets. It turned out that Alana did know the boy her friend had fucked in her room. She'd been too pissed to recognise him at the time, but he was an ex of Zoe's, and Becky didn't want anyone else knowing that they'd hooked up. In truth, Alana found the thought of what might have happened on her bed more unsettling than the memory of what she'd done to Becky's. So neither girl was ever telling.
That, now, was over two weeks ago. Alana's life had changed in two huge, interconnected ways since she'd moved into the flat with her college friends. Firstly, she was drinking far more, going out almost every night and partying harder than she'd known her body was capable of. Secondly- and this was, she had to admit, purely a result of the first thing- she was having accidents on the regular. Alana had been prone to the occasional leak or little panty poop before, like most girls. But since moving in, these occasions had skyrocketed. She'd barely used the toilet for number two since moving in, and she'd wet herself more times than she could count now.
Now it was starting to feel like another moment was coming. Alana was dying to use the bathroom, but she couldn't quite find it. It would have been manageable if she only needed a piss- she could sneak out the back to the alleyway where the boys were going instead of queueing up for the toilet. Sure, they might laugh at her, or be a little pervy, but it was much better than wetting herself. The trouble was that she had to shit too.
Yet again, she'd managed to get herself good and drunk- far too drunk. It was beginning to seem that she had something of a problem. Alana had been a drinker for a few years before university, but in the last month she hadn't known when- or how- to stop. She floated from room to room, never stopping for a conversation with anyone, just trying to keep herself conscious. If she blacked out, there was no telling what bizarre shit she might end up doing.
With desperation getting worse, Alana steeled herself and summoned up the control to start one last lap of the house, looking around for the bathroom. There had to be one somewhere. She started by the front of the house, but if there was a toilet here she couldn't see the door. From there she had to push into the living room, then the kitchen at the back. The layout seemed unfamiliar and confusing. It reminded her of the club on their first night, when she'd wet herself trying to find the bathroom. She would have to check upstairs again.
Alana pushed through the crowd, eyes half-shut, trying to suppress the rumbling aches in her belly. In her state, time seemed to fly by at double speed, and her need to go was picking up at an increased rate, too. Still she couldn't stop sipping from the cup in her hand, an overly strong mix of whiskey and water that she'd poured when they ran out of Pepsi. Her pussy felt just about ready to start leaking, but she was still clinging onto the last fragments of her sobriety, and with it just enough self-control to keep her panties dry. That wouldn't last much longer, though, if she couldn't find the loo soon. Very soon.
The slow, painful climb up the house's only set of stairs almost did her in. Around halfway up, Alana felt the first leak arrive in her underwear. She was powerless to stop it. When she farted loudly, she would have been grateful for the music's cover... if she wasn't so drunk that she didn't even care who heard her farting anymore. She had to drag herself up with one hand on the railing.
Another leak spurted out, enough to turn the crotch of her panties dark. Alana couldn't care less that the stain was visible now. She just wanted to get to the toilet in time.
Her stomach cramped viciously again, and suddenly something sludgy and slippery slid out of her hole. It wasn't much, just a slug-sized stain against her cheeks, but she couldn't deny that she'd shit herself a little.
By now she was at the top of the stairs at last and looking around frantically for the toilet. It wasn't the locked door opposite the landing, nor the next to her left, which she opened to find two half-naked guys going at it on the bed... so she turned away and stumbled down the hall, losing control.
Finally, at long last, the bathroom came into view. It was empty, too, with a wide open door, the light switched on and a clear pathway to a toilet that looked good enough to ruin.
Alana was a few steps away when she started to piss and shit herself at the same time. Her sphincter simply snapped, and hot, brown sludge erupted out into her underwear. At the same time her pussy started seeping out pee like a burst pipe. Now she felt her jeans getting wet, all the way down her thighs and past her knees. Now she felt the bulge forming behind her. She tried to waddle the last few steps to the bathroom, but everything happened so quickly that her jeans were already damaged beyond saving within the first five seconds. She'd let the pressure build for too long, and the inevitable explosion had been the worst she could remember.
After the initial panic was absorbed, Alana started towards the toilet, wanting to get some privacy. But her legs were weak and intoxicated, and she tripped and fell right onto the landing, still peeing hard, still letting chunks of wet poop spit out of her once-tight hole.
As she was on the floor, she caught a glimpse of feet nipping in front of her, then the bathroom door slamming shut and locking. Though Alana scrambled to her feet again, she was too late. The door was closed. All she could do was back away, then retreat down the stairs, scrambling past people coming the other direction. At the bottom she ran into Megan, who grabbed her by the shoulders and looked her up and down, concern in her eyes.
The next think Alana knew she was being led out of the front door by Megan and Zoe, the cold air making her pee-soaked denim jeans cling to her thighs. She wanted to say something to them- wanted, she thought, to tell them to go back in and enjoy the party, let her walk home alone. Instead she pivoted and threw up on the pavement the moment she opened her mouth.
"I'm worried about her," she heard a voice say- Megan's voice, she thought, though it was hard to tell over the sounds of her own heaving.
Alana spat out the last of her sick, turned, staggered, almost fell. "Go back in," she moaned, "I can walk".
They were having none of it. Alana couldn't resist in her state. She let them march her down the street, one on either side. And, though she didn't say anything, she felt poop running down the back of her left thigh.
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The next twenty minutes of Alana's life went by in flashes, and she remembered almost none of it by the time they were back at the flat. They'd passed a handful of other students, some of whom had asked about her. Once she'd had to stop to throw up again. By the end of it the strength in her legs was almost gone altogether. Alana felt heavier than a sack of bricks and weaker than a rubber band. Without the support on either side of her two friends, she was sure she'd have simply collapsed and passed out on the street.
The girls got her into the flat a few hours after midnight. Dragging her up the stairs was a challenge, but she managed to lift a leg at a time until she found herself in her room, with them by her side. They stripped her off and put her in the shower. Alana was in no position to complain as they practically hosed her off with jets of hot water. Megan commanded her to turn and face the wall while Zoe washed the poop off of her legs and out of her crack. Some of it had trickled all the way down to the back of her ankle.
Next thing she knew, she was being dried with one of the towels she had used before leaving that night. Feeling like a ragdoll, Alana let her friends scrub beneath her armpits, against her legs and across her back until she was more or less dry. Being drunk themselves, they could hardly be expected to do a top-class job of it. They left her in bed, slightly clammy and feeling like she was going to throw up again, with an empty bucket and a glass of cold water on her bedside table.
Alana lay there, in the dark and the damp, doused in shame. She was barely starting to sober up, but memories of what had happened at the house party were coming fresh into her mind again like nightmares. It was only pure luck that she hadn't filled her pants in front of everyone, but then surely half the party would have seen her being led out of the place in tears... she'd known she had to go, but she'd been so drunk... hadn't been able to find the bathroom in time... hadn't been able to control herself a second longer.
She woke up the next morning and instantly realised that she'd ruined the bed in her sleep. It was bright outside, which Alana knew thanks to the awful job that her blinds were doing of keeping the sun out of her way. The sheets around her were soaked, cold and stinking to high heaven. In a way she supposed that she shouldn't be surprised. She'd gone to bed without properly emptying herself, too drunk to think about anything but lying down and passing out. Beneath her ass now was the price she was paying for that carelessness. A thick pile of poop had come out some time during the night, and already had cooled off in the puddle of piss that she'd done.
Alana was too hungover to panic. She simply tossed the sheets off, over her body and out of the way. They landed in a pathetic heap on the floor. Between her naked thighs was a horror of a mess. Her head pounded worse than ever, and her belly churned as if she might throw up. The bucket that had been left beside her lay untouched, as did the glass of water. Now Alana wished she'd used both.
It took more effort than she cared to admit to haul herself out of bed, taking it a step at a time, worried she might fall again. Fortunately- if you could call it that- the strength seemed to have returned to her legs, even if her brain still felt jarred and half-asleep. She went to the mirror on the door of her closet, flicked on the light switch by the door and forced herself to assess just how bad the damage was. Alana quickly wished she hadn't. Her thighs and groin were caked in poop, even in places it had no right to be. She couldn't even bare to look at her sorry self for longer than a few seconds.
As she stripped the sheets off of her bed, just as she had to Becky's bed on that first week, Alana wondered what had happened to her.
She bundled everything up and shoved it as deep into her laundry basket as it would go- sheets, pillowcases, the works. Already in there was everything she'd worn the night before. She didn't want to look at it, or smell it any more than she had to. By some miraculous stroke of luck there was no stain left over on the mattress.
Alana climbed back into the shower the second her laundry was in the bag. She couldn't stand to walk around so dirty any longer, legs and pubes sticky with dried piss. Part of her still felt drunk, but she remembered the technique her friends had used to wash herself clean the night before and did her best to replicate that with the shower head. Groaning and grossed out, Alana rubbed between her growing bum cheeks with one hand, trying to clear out every last trace of poo. She was just about to put conditioner in her pee-stained bush when the worst stomach cramp of her life suddenly hit.
There was no time to stop it; she had no more strength left to prevent what needed to happen. Still standing in the shower, leaning against one ice-cold wall for support, Alana started to squirt diarrhoea onto the floor. Her bowels voided themselves noisily and violently. She could do nothing but close her eyes and wait for it all to be over.
Since arriving at university not one month ago Alana had had more alcohol-induced accidents than she could still keep count of, but this almost felt like the low point to her. She was shitting herself not two metres from the toilet and there was no way she could stop it.
When she began to pee, too, she made no effort to prevent it. After all, how much worse could the mess even get?
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As far as festival weather went, it didn't get much better than Saturday, 28th August- at least by British standards. The sun had come up at six in the morning and wouldn't disappear until well past eight that night. By lunchtime it was scorching, turning the black metal of the bins in the park scalding hot to the touch and reddening the skin of anyone short-sighted enough to turn up without suncream. They were calling it a blessing from the gods; it had poured with rain for the last four days and the ground was still thick with black mud.
Well over sixty thousand people were packed between the site walls along the Southsea seafront for a festival on its second of three days. By the early afternoon, if not before, at least half of that sixty thousand were drunk. The whole place bustled with energy, from street theatre around every corner to artists performing on one of the half-dozen stages around the place. Food stalls and bars lined the sides of each walkway, set up thirty metres wide just to make sure there was enough space for the festival-goers to fit through. A queue for the bar would set you back twenty minutes if you were lucky.
Finally at the front of that queue, Alana stood beside Alex, a debit card waiting in her hand. They'd waited long enough for the next round of drinks, and it was Alana's turn to buy. She wasn't looking forward to checking her bank balance in the morning. At first, the five women had tried to remember everyone's order and buy each drink individually. That hadn't gone well. Since the first disastrous attempt, when Zoe had returned with almost none of what people had actually wanted, the girls had agreed to just stick to five beers.
Alex had offered to come with Alana because she wanted to get a look at the queues for the toilets, to see if they'd gotten any shorter yet. Meanwhile, their three friends were spread out on a picnic blanket closer to the stage. Megan was their resident festival expert, and she'd insisted they all got there early to make sure they picked out a good spot for the day's music. That had also meant that they had started drinking early, so Alana felt nicely buzzed as she stood and waited for the barman to pour five pints.
She stole a glance at her phone, which had largely been forgotten for once in the excitement of the day. It was almost two o'clock now, four hours after they'd arrived and bought the first drink. Lunch had been a huge meal, an assortment of dishes from the surrounding food trucks that the girls had split and shared like a variety platter. Washed down with beer, Alana hadn't tasted anything so good in a long time.
When the bartender held up a machine for payment, Alana touched her card against it and took three of the beers away, leaving the other two for Alex to carry. The bars at this festival operated a one-way system- you had to queue on one side, buy your drinks and leave through the other end. Alana and Alex emerged near one of the toilet blocks, where lines were stretching back for twenty metres or more.
There were simply too many people and not enough toilets here. They'd noticed the problem right away, but there didn't seem to be much they could do about it other than wait in line. It was a pain in the arse, Alana thought, but they couldn't exactly go home.
So far she'd only needed to go once and it had been a nightmare. Having underestimated how long the queue would take, Alana had arrived at the back of the line when she was already quite desperate for a piss. By the time she reached the front of the queue she was bursting, and had barely made it into a port-a-potty in time. Inside was as disgusting and cramped as those things always were, but she'd been too pre--occupied with relief to care. That half an hour queueing outside had been one of the most uncomfortable waits of her life.
Now Alana only felt lucky that she hadn't needed the toilet again since, though she knew that the time would come where she'd need to rejoin one of those horrible lines and hope she could hold it until she got to the front. It wasn't the most dignified of festivals.
Together with Alex, she carried the drinks back through a crowd of tens of thousands in front of the main stage. It was an awkward, slow process, with plenty of delicate stepping over belongings and semi-polite excuse me's. Eventually they found the others, lounging about with sunglasses and half-empty cups.
Sitting down with her friends on the blanket, Alana only had a few minutes to talk before the next band started. She hadn't a clue who most of the artists were until later that evening when the headliners came on, but with a bit of beer in her belly Alana was the kind of girl who could enjoy just about any music. The bass was loud enough to shake the earth, everyone started to move and soon Alana completely forgot about needing to go to the toilet.
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By three there was no denying it: Alana needed the bathroom. She had hoped to stave off the urge to for as long as possible, but the combination of her fifth beer in as many hours plus some of the water Megan had made her drink to stave off dehydration had left her certain that she had to get to the toilets.
To put it mildly, Alana wasn't looking forward to the excursion. She doubted the queues had gotten any better since the last time she was there, and the wait would be boring at best, painful at worst... but still the rational part of her knew that things would only get more complicated the longer she put off going. So she asked the group if any of them had to go too, on the off-chance that someone might come and keep her company. Annoyingly, though, they all seemed wrapped up in the band that had just come on, so Alana ventured out alone, through the herds of people until the music grew a little quieter and the crowds got a little thinner. Here she could at least hear herself think, even if it was a hell of a lot more lonely.
Just as she'd dreaded, the line for the block of toilets closest to the stage was enormous. If it was possible, she thought it had even grown since her last trip to the bar. There were only a measly twelve port-a-potties there, for a stage watched by what had to be twenty thousand people or more. Alana knew she could go deeper into the festival to look for a quieter set of loos, but that was a risk that might only cost her more time. Reluctantly, she joined the back of a line that looked slightly shorter than the others, though there were still at least twenty people in front of her.
As she crawled closer and closer, and the minutes ticked on, Alana started to get desperate. What had begun as a little twinge in her bladder evolved into a throbbing discomfort at an alarming speed. Soon she couldn't stand still, and one leg crossed over the other in an effort to relieve some of the pressure. She wasn't the only one, either- half the other people lining up for the loos were either visibly reaching the point of urgency or talking to each other about how badly they had to go.
Eventually, with only a handful more people in front of Alana's squirming body, two drunk girls stumbled across the front of the port-a-potties. They both wore the most over-the-top festival outfits Alana had ever seen, and one was grabbing her pussy shamelessly, bent over and clearly about to wet herself.
"Fuck, is that the line?" asked the other one, who was dragging the desperate girl behind her.
"I can't hold it that long, Bex, I'm gonna piss myself," she moaned.
The first girl kept pulling her friend along, and Alana heard her say "come on, we'll find a bush or something".
A few minutes later Alana heard people muttering behind her, and turned to see people moving away from a man in the line beside hers. He was looking down at the ground, red-faced, as a huge dark patch spread across the front of his beige cargo shorts. They were a thin material. Alana could see the outline of his dick pressed against them, still pissing hard. Clearly he hadn't been able to hold it, and had lost control right before reaching the front of the line.
Seeing this cute guy have a very public accident only made Alana need to go even worse. It was almost lucky that the booze had taken some of the sting out of her inhibitions, because she didn't think she would have been able to hold it if not for the occasional squeeze of her pussy through her jean shorts. Nobody around her seemed to mind or even notice- they were mostly too desperate themselves to care what she needed to do to keep her pants dry.
At last, just as she was starting to seriously doubt whether or not she could make it, Alana found herself with nobody else between her and the grey, plastic door. All she had to do now was hold out until whoever was in there now came out-
Suddenly a girl was there in front of her, no older than twenty. Alana only needed one glance to know that she was utterly bursting.
"Please, let me go in front," the girl begged, "I'm starting to wet myself. Please".
Alana saw the door open behind the girl, and a relieved-looking young man step out. She felt a single leak of hot pee spurt out of her pussy, and that made the decision for her.
"I'm sorry," Alana said, pushing as gently as she could manage past the dancing girl, "I can't hold it anymore".
She locked the door behind her while the girl cursed and squirmed, then tore down her jean shorts and panties at the very last second. Alana was pissing before she had even sat down. The seat below her bare ass was soaked with piss, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She even had to lean forward and hold the lockless door closed as she emptied her bladder, unable to hold back a moan of the most intense relief.
It was only when, a whole minute later, Alana was finished peeing that she realised there was no toilet paper left in the stall. Instead two useless brown cardboard cylinders were strewn on the floor, soggy from badly-aimed men's urine. Usually Alana would use a sleeve in a situation like this but she was wearing a sleeveless top for the heat. So, feeling tipsy now she wasn't so desperate, she wiped her pussy a few times with her bare hand and then rubbed the liquid off onto her jean shorts. Then she pulled them back up, eager to get out so that the next person could get some relief too.
When she got out of the port-a-potty, Alana was met with a sight that made her feel awful: the desperate girl she'd turned away was standing there, tight denim shorts completely soaked. She was being consoled by an older woman in the queue, who gave Alana a dirty look. Alana couldn't bare to look at them. She rushed away, leaving the crying girl to stand there in her ruined clothes.
But I had no choice, Alana told herself, if I had let her go first, that would be me standing there crying right now.
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Though she'd have been ashamed to admit it, Alana had all but forgotten about the girl in the wet shorts by the time she'd had dinner and a few more drinks. Well, maybe a few more would be an understatement- perhaps a lot more was a better choice of words. Alana was thoroughly sloshed, but still just about on the fun side of drunk, getting into every band that came on and laughing at every bad joke the lead singers told in between songs. She'd gotten used to heading to the toilet queues the minute she felt the need to pee. So far, caution was paying off.
Alana walked away from the Churro stand with three portions bundled up carefully in her arms- as carefully as a drunk nineteen-year-old could manage, anyway. Here, the festival was a little quieter now, as almost everyone had flocked to one of the stages to watch the last few bands play.
As she walked she saw something that caught her eye. Just off the main footpath, behind a thick oak tree, a man was taking a piss. He was apparently too drunk to notice that he wasn't covering himself very well, and she could see the pink outline of his cock, not to mention a thick yellow stream that splattered against the trunk.
At first, Alana thought next to nothing of it- after all, men relieved themselves against trees all the time, especially drunk ones. But only a few feet further down the path, there was someone else going to the toilet behind a bush. This one was a woman, judging by her long hair and the way she was squatting down. A sober Alana would've looked away politely, but drunk, she couldn't help staring. It took her a while to realise that there was a thick, brown log dangling out of the girl's bare bum.
Only then did Alana properly start to look around, and then she saw how bad things had become. Dozens of people, apparently either unwilling or unable to stomach the long queues, were relieving themselves out in the open, sometimes with barely any cover. Behind a few trees she saw a group of women squatting and pissing together. She saw a relieved-looking guy who looked like he was taking a dump up against a lamppost. Further on, a girl no older than Alana was peeing standing up through her skirt while her boyfriend kept watch.
Alana knew that at least a few of the festival-goers would be forced to go outside, thanks to the insane toilet shortages. But she would never have guessed just how wide the issue spread. In just a few minutes she counted sixteen people who were either pissing or shitting outdoors... and those were just the ones who were too desperate or too drunk to bother hiding it very well.
Alana checked her phone. The only band she really wanted to watch all day were due to start in a few minutes. So, still unable to believe what she was seeing around her, she hurried back towards the main stage with the churros.
She made it back to her friends with a few minutes to spare before the band was due to start, and eagerly relaid what she'd seen. "People are pissing and shitting all over the place," she told them, "there's just not enough toilets".
"I'm not surprised," Megan said, lifting her sunglasses off her head, "next time I need a wee I'm just gonna go over there. Fuck queueing another half an hour".
The others seemed to agree, to Alana's surprise. But she decided that she, too, would follow the lead of the people she'd seen emptying their bladders outside next time she had to go. She already felt a little twinge in her bladder just thinking about it. But she wasn't sure she would be as happy to take a dump outside, especially with no toilet paper.
Soon Becky was back with five more drinks, and the band was about to start. Alana pushed thoughts of pee and poop to the back of her mind once again. She still had more room in her bladder for now, so she drunk up again.
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It would have been bad enough if Alana was dying for a pee by the time the set came to a close. She knew her body well enough to know that that was a possibility, anyway. But she had forgotten all about the risk of the urge to take her evening poo coming on a little early, spurred on by the bucketloads of unhealthy food she and her friends had gobbled down over the course of the day. Her bowels first stirred just after the first song started and got steadily stormier until she was having to clench her cheeks closed just to keep it in.
In truth, though, she was having too good a time to tear herself away from the band prematurely. The booze had warmed her blood (and gotten her completely wasted in the process), and she pushed right o the front to dance and sing every word at the top of her lungs. Even towards the back end of the show, when she was really starting to feel bursting, it only dampened Alana’s spirits a little. Besides, when she heard the opening guitar riff of one song, she knew she wouldn’t have to wait much longer- this was the tune they always closed a set with.
Sure enough, by the end of the song the crowd was going crazy and the band we’re walking off stage. Alana took that as her cue to turn and get out of there, squeezing past dozens of cheering fans. Most people at the front were staying for the last two bands of the night, so Alana passed them all until she reached her friends- who also wanted to stick around.
“I really need the toilet,” she told them, almost having to yell over the crowd behind her, “I’ll be back here as soon as I can!”
As luck would have it, none of her friends wanted the toilet, so she would have to go alone. For once Alana was grateful for the solitude. Her bowels wouldn’t wait much longer, and she was starting to suspect that she’d be forced to do something of which some of them probably wouldn’t approve- take a crap on the grass, preferably somewhere with enough coverage that no passersby could see her arse squeezing it out.
Alana pushed through the crowd, but at least half the spectators had also chosen this moment for a toilet break, it seemed. It felt like there were thousands of them, all positioned just the right way to block her path and all moving so damn slowly that she almost couldn’t believe it. It was like some supernatural force had placed this army of human slugs there to force her to shit her panties. Within a few minutes she was genuinely worried that they would make her have an accident. Either that or she started a stampede to get through them, which seemed appealing to her now even if the possibility of a mass human crush was very much real.
After what felt like an era, Alana spilt out into a bit of space, right at the back of where the crowd had formed on the main lawn. She stumbled free of the sea of people and looked over at the toilet block. It took one glance to tell Alana that everything she’d feared was true: there was just no way she would make it in time if she tried to line up there. She would have to find somewhere else to conduct her urgent business. So she pushed on, knowing that even without toilet paper this was her only option.
The crowd thinned out some more and soon Alana was walking freely again, with enough space for people to flow in the other direction without almost crashing into her. She was near the limits of both her bladder and bowels, making walking more difficult than ever. A few times she thought she might have leaked into her shorts, only for her fingers to come away dry and Alana to breathe a sigh of relief.
For now- only for now- she was just about getting away with it. It felt incredible to finally find herself in the place where other guests had been going in the bushes earlier.
But this time something was different. She looked to where she’d seen the woman having a poo earlier and saw two stern-looking police officers instead, hands in pockets, watching everything. Even as drunk as she was, and as desperate as she was, Alana knew better than to try and go to the toilet here. She knew people who had been arrested for public indecency- even when they’d tried to explain that they had been about to have an accident, the cops had put them in the back of the car anyway.
There was no way Alana could go here… but she needed to go somewhere, that much was beyond doubt. She had no more than a matter of seconds before losing control. There was one more place where she might be able to make it before then.
Alana kept walking, barely holding on now. She needed to get past the trees and out of sight of the officers. The last thing she needed was to have an accident here, where so many people would see. Knowing her luck she was bound to bump into someone she knew if that happened.
Alana stole another glance over her shoulder, checking to see that neither of the policemen were following. Now they were far away enough that she could barely make out either fluorescent jacket. Every step felt like it could be the last before she started to void her bowels into her underwear, and doubtless a total loss of bladder control would soon follow. Alana wasn't sure whether to squeeze her crotch or her butt, so in the end she alternated between both, trying to apply pressure to whichever muscle needed the most support in the moment.
Before she had even realised it, Alana found herself surrounded by people again. Under the dim lighting of a clouded moon, she saw a shape moving behind the bushes. Then another followed, and her drunken eyes made out two people. One of them was squatting over the grass, while the other- a boyfriend, she guessed- seemed to be peeing into the hedge. Alana glanced around and spotted another guy taking a leak against a nearby wall. Clearly, this place was out of the reach of the cops, if they even cared. It would have to do.
She rushed off the main path and behind a line of trees, where right away she was met with a handful more toilet-goers. Her fingers fumbled for the button of her shorts, missing on the first try in her stupor. Alana spurted pee into her panties again- hot, fast and too sudden to stop. She could feel herself turtleheading at the back. The second leak came quickly; she knew that it would turn into a heavy flow long before she could do anything about it. Steeling herself, Alana tried again... and this time the button came loose.
Relief was so close that she could almost taste it. Alana went to squat over the mud and let it rip, but her left foot slipped on the wet surface and she went sprawling. For a second she put out her arms in a last-ditch effort to get her balance back, but it was far too late, and Alana hit the mud with a loud splat. She could barely hold her arms up to cushion the fall, too drunk to keep her footing anymore.
The impact of hitting the ground proved to be the final straw for Alana. At once she felt her bladder give in, and hot piss was suddenly streaming down her legs, soaking through the fabric of her shorts and running along her thighs. At the same instant she started to shit her pants. Her tight hole was forced open by the first log, a monster turd wet and loose enough to squish into her panties. The squelching, farting sound it made was unmistakable even over faint music coming from a nearby stage.
She tried to get to her feet, but a combination of severe drunkenness and the exhaustion her body was going through made it impossible to stand. All Alana could still do was push herself up into some pathetic, almost foetal crouching position and let it happen. She curled up into a ball and felt her panties fill up with warm brown sludge. Her pee soaked into the bush she hadn't bothered to trim, already beginning to give off that familiar, salty scent. It felt like a long time before she stopped going in her pants.
At last, when the final few drops of pee were drained out of her bladder, Alana managed to get back onto her own two shaky feet. People were staring. She couldn't stay here. So she fled, walking as fast as she could manage inconspicuously and rounding the corner into the market area of the festival. Before long she was gone, well out of sight of the piss puddle she had left on the ground. Anyone who had seen what she'd done was miles away now. And they weren't going to catch up with her.
Alana went to one of the stalls selling clothes. Anything- literally anything- would do. She got out her debit card and started to look for some new trousers. They didn't even need to fit her- as long as they weren't filled to near overflow with her own poop, they were better than what she had on. When she got back to her friends wearing a brand new pair of trousers, she could just tell them she’d seen a pair she liked. Whether they were dumb enough to believe her was a very different question.
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There was nothing quite like the feeling of walking through the dark city streets absolutely shit-faced. Alana was too drunk to speak as she followed the flock back to their flat, wincing away from the brightness every time she passed beneath a streetlight. Every now and then a car would roar past, but Alana couldn't focus on any more than colour and shape. Sometimes, her brain tuned in and out of the drunken conversations her friends were having, like she was listening to a broken radio. Even the cold night air only did a little to sober her tired brain.
They had only left the club ten minutes ago, only because the staff were starting to get ready for closing time. It was a Thursday, and it had been Wednesday when they'd arrived. None of the girls had a class until the next afternoon, so they decided to take advantage of cheap drinks and free entry at a nightclub just down the road from their usual haunts. It had been nothing special, they all agreed... but those prices certainly went a long way to making it feel like one of the best nights out in town. You could get drunk out of your mind for half the cost of a bigger bar. And there was a free coke machine in the corner. All in all, not a bad find.
Alana had mostly walked with her head down, following the feet of her friends, but now she was starting to recognise the streets around them. Though they'd taken a different route home, the flat was nearby. She was content to trail behind them a little, and every now and then someone- usually Megan- would glance back to make sure she wasn't falling too far from the pack. None of them wanted to explain to Alana's parents how they'd lost her somewhere in the Northern Quarter just before sunrise.
Her skimpy outfit wasn't doing much to keep out the cold, but it was at least clean and dry, of which Alana was more than a little proud. This was one of the first nights all month where she'd managed to avoid an accident. That wasn't to say there hadn't been close calls- she'd almost pissed herself in the queue for the toilets once- but when she'd left the club with her outfit undamaged, it was hard not to be pleased with herself.
Almost before she knew it, Alana's group were walking up the road to their student hall building again. Out of nothing she remembered how many times she'd made this journey with her parents, the day she moved in. They'd gone up and down the stairs until her legs were aching and her back felt sore, and she'd only wanted them to drive off so that she could settle in and take a crap.
The stairwell was infinitely warmer than outside, so they shuffled in like penguins searching for heat. Alana needed to pee. She hadn't even realised until they were inside, but now here it was. She followed her friends up the first set of stairs, everyone still talking drunkenly- experience had shown that anyone inside the flats wouldn't be able to hear a word they were saying.
If there was one thing Alana hated about these flats, it was the stairs. Every time she wanted to get back to her bed, it took what felt like half an hour of trekking up bizarrely steep steps before she could even reach the front door. More than once she'd fantasised about buying a chairlift for the building, though her budgets were sadly limiting.
The five girls split up at the summit. A couple liked to head to the kitchen to drink some water and unwind before bed, and sometimes Alana joined them, but tonight she just wanted to strip off, take a leak and climb beneath her sheets. She had a class in ten hours that she couldn't afford to miss, hungover or not.
So she said goodnight to her friends and watched them disappear off, some to the kitchen and some to their own rooms. They fumbled through the dark; none of them liked to turn on the lights in this state.
The first thing Alana always felt when she got back into her room at night was a blast of heat. She always turned on her radiator before she went out, to keep the cold out for when she got home. It was October, after all, and the evenings were getting chillier by the week. She'd come to love the warmth of her room, even if it always left her sweaty when she woke up.
Before the door even closed she was already stripping off her clothes. Her phone and purse were chucked unceremoniously on the desk. Off came the skimpy little top she wore to make her boobs look bigger, then her jeans, her underwear. All of it joined the top of a growing pile on the floor, which she tended to sort out every week or so, when she could be bothered. It felt great to be naked in a hot room.
Then Alana stumbled into her bathroom, the door to which was permanently wide open these days. She sat on the toilet, the lid of which was permanently wide open these days. Her bladder let go without much prompting. Alana leaned over, sighed and let it out, hearing her pee hiss into the bowl loudly. She squeezed her left breast idly as she pissed. Her nipples had gone rock hard from the cold air outside, but now she could feel them getting soft and small again, adjusting to the heat of the room.
When she was done Alana didn't even bother wiping. She climbed off the toilet and across to her bed, where she slipped between the sheets and fell asleep in seconds.
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As Alana slept, night turned gradually into day. The sun that eventually emerged was not a warm one, but it did enough to light the streets of the city- and mostly dry away the puddles of piss students had left in alleyways and around street corners. Anything more solid than that would take a little longer to disappear, unless some poor sap stuck on community service happened to stumble on it while doing the morning rounds.
Outside of the artificially heated cocoon of Alana's bedroom, the air was still tinged with ice by the time morning gave way to afternoon. But inside she was only just waking up. Her eyes opened with the last dredges of a strange dream still buzzing in her brain. She'd been naked, of that much she was certain... little bits and pieces of the dream stuck around in her memory while the rest quickly faded. She remembered the feeling of finding herself without a thread of cloth on her body, and seeing other people staring at her. Had she been peeing in the dream? Maybe. Alana had dreamt like that before. She suspected it was some subconscious manifestation of the humiliation she'd felt in recent months, every time she had a drunken accident in front of people she barely knew.
Alana rolled over and stretched to pick her phone off the desk. One naked, dark breast slipped out from beneath the duvet, hanging heavily. The other one, the smaller one by far, stayed safely buried below her blanket and kept warm. She had to blink when she saw the clock to make sure her eyes weren't tricking her- one-fifty-one. Her lecture- the one she couldn't afford to miss unless she wanted to screw up her course after less than a month- started in nine minutes.
Alana hurled herself out of bed, suddenly panicked. The walk from her room to the lecture hall took about five minutes if she hurried, but that left her with literally no time to waste. She needed to act fast. She crossed the room towards her closet- but a sudden ache in her bladder forced her to take a detour. If Alana didn't pee before she left, she'd be desperate by the time she got there.
Nothing was more frustrating than sitting on the toilet, naked as the day she was born, waiting for her bladder to finish draining so that she could get up and pull on some clothes. Her piss seemed to go on forever, like someone was magically filling her up with more and more fluids as she went, creating an endless flow.
The hangover felt very real all of a sudden. She hadn't felt too bad lying down, nor while she was rushing around the place, but now that she was captive to this one plastic seat Alana was hit with a banging headache and a heavy sickness in her gut. This was already starting to feel like one of the worst mornings she'd had all month.
Alana squeezed her bladder muscles, and the speed of her flow picked up a little. To an observer, the only evidence would have been the way the sound of her pee hissing into the water tuned up in pitch. At this heavier rate, she finally started to run out of piss, but that wasn't quick enough for her. Toilet roll was being dragged over her pussy before she'd even finished peeing, soaking the paper so much it broke apart. While Alana pulled the metal flush, her other hand used a wet hand towel to wipe the urine from her fingers.
To make matters worse, Alana was positive that she had to take a dump. The feeling in her stomach- bloated and full- made that quite plain. She hadn't even gone the night before, which happened only once in a blue moon, so it was no wonder she really needed one now. A fart slipped out, and within a second a pungent smell hit her nostrils.
Alana always had to take a shit in the mornings, but after a night of heavy drinking she would always produce something far bigger and far worse for anyone within smelling range. Yet this morning she knew she couldn't. It would take her five minutes, ten if it was a messy one, and she couldn't risk being late to the lecture. Their professor had a reputation for being extremely strict, and she sometimes turned latecomers away from her classes. So Alana swore under her breath and stepped away from the bathroom. She'd have to hold it.
Next she went to her closet and yanked the doors open so hard they almost came off their hinges. She grabbed a pair of panties, a bra and two socks from her underwear box, abandoning all her usual concern over whether they matched or even whether they were clean. Right now she'd take a thong with skidmarks in the back, as long as she had something to wear within the next ten seconds. And she did have a thong with skidmarks in the back somewhere in that box.
Once they were thrown on, along with the warmest top she could find at a moment's notice, Alana fished out the only pair of jeans she hadn't worn yet since moving to university. They were miles too big for her around the waist. Alana owned a belt, but the lazy bastard inside of her couldn't be bothered with the effort, so she'd left the jeans untouched so far.
Now her favourite pair had picked up a hole the size of Uruguay, and her other two were still damp from the last wash, so Alana had to resort to this giant's garment. She fed the belt through the loops as fast as she could manage. Even with the belt, the jeans were a little loose around even her wide hips, and she had to pull it as tight as it would go just to make the things fit before fastening it securely.
Finally dressed, Alana could start shoving everything she might need into her bag. In went her laptop (barely charged), notebook, pens and pencils, a spare phone charger and a pair of tissues in case she needed to blow her nose. This was standard lecture gear for Alana, but she'd unpacked most of it the day before while tidying and forgotten to put it all back in.
In the heat of the room, the stench of her farts was beyond unpleasant. It didn't take a genius to work out that she must've done plenty in her sleep to reach this strength.
By some miracle she managed to be out of her room and walking down the stairs while her phone still gave her just over five minutes before the lecture started. If she walked quickly she'd make it.
It wasn't until Alana was out on the streets again that she realised she didn't remember getting home the night before. In fact- come to think of it, she couldn't really remember any of the evening. The other downside was that the fresh air had only made her hangover worse. She could never understand how some drinkers felt less ill after a walk.
And it wasn't like she was just hungover, either. Crossing the road outside her building, Alana started to realise that she may still have been a little drunk. That wasn't too unusual for her on the nights she went really heavy, but those tended to be Friday or Saturday events where she was free to spend the morning after in bed, usually eating junk food, sleeping or masturbating. This morning she was forced to walk past dozens of people outside, and all the sounds and sights were coming up somehow short of how her fully sober self would perceive them.
At least she could feel glad that she’d been for a wee before leaving- there was little doubt that she’d be in serious trouble if she’d tried to hold her morning-after drunken piss until she got to the lecture hall. If there’d been a queue at the toilets, for example, there was no way Alana would’ve lasted the whole class without wetting her pants. She’d made the mistake of trying before, and that had been a disastrous hour for which she’d been so focussed on holding her pussy and squirming that she’d completely neglected to actually pay attention.
Thanks to a walk at what felt like twice a normal pace, Alana tore into the lecture hall just thirty seconds or so before it was due to begin. The hall was a vast space with hundreds of seats, but in this class of only ninety or so students there was no shortage of empty chairs. Alana always sat near the front on the left side, with Becky to her right. Her friend was already there with her laptop set up when Alana came bumbling to her seat, bag bouncing against her back behind her with each speedy step.
"I did not expect to see you here," Becky said with a grin, her eyes slightly incredulous.
Alana wasn't in the mood. "What does that mean?"
"You were fucked last night". The girl laughed, then turned her attention to the front of the room just as their lecturer stood and came to the front of her desk. "When you didn't show up in the kitchen all morning I assumed you were giving this one a miss".
Before Alana could respond, the stern-faced woman before them started talking. Alana was already behind. By the time she'd opened her laptop and set up a new file to take notes on, their lecturer was onto the second slide.
She did what she could to concentrate on the task at hand. It baffled her that Becky could seem so normal beside her- she hadn't been that much drunker than her friends, surely? And yet she was apparently the only one who had slept in until well into the afternoon, she was probably the only one who felt like shit now. Was she just bad at handling her booze? Maybe she wasn't as used to it as the others, and that was why she was so accident-prone when she got drunk. Maybe, maybe, maybe. It was all just guesswork as far as she was concerned.
As the lecture dragged on, Alana only started to feel worse and worse, however. She couldn't tell exactly what was wrong, but something foul and poisonous was inside her and it needed to come out somewhere. The trouble was that she felt just as likely to throw up as to shit her pants. But the lecturer was only now getting to the parts she really needed to know, so Alana forced herself to stay and listen, ignoring her body as best she could.
Alana sincerely hoped that she wasn't about to be sick. It made her think of her school days, when every now and then a kid would puke on the carpet. Everyone would be a little grossed out and then forget about it. She wasn't a kid anymore, and this wasn't school. If she threw up in the lecture hall, people would remember her face- including her teacher. Even the ones who didn't know her name would see her as the girl who puked in class. She didn't want to think about how much shame that would bring.
Eventually, despite her best efforts to stoically carry on, Alana started to get the feeling that something very bad was seconds away from happening. Her whole body hurt horribly, centred on the stomach that hadn't stopped cramping since she'd gotten out of bed. A sense of doom filled her head. She had no choice left. She had to get out of there before she did something disgusting.
Alana slammed her laptop closed a little harder than she intended, making Becky jump and look over, startled. She didn’t want to look at any of the other students as she got up from her seat. From the front of the class, the only way to leave without crossing right in front of the teacher was via the exits at the rear, right at the top of the room. Alana could practically feel the eyes on her as she climbed up the steps, but she didn’t raise her own gaze past waist height. She couldn’t bare to see them watching.
The corridor she spilled out into was a fraction of the size of the lecture hall, but it felt a thousand times bigger. Here she could breathe again, and there was nobody else to see her at this time of day. Alana’s relief, though, was short-lived. Her body was urging her to get to the bathroom as soon as possible- and she had no choice but to oblige. In her panic it took her a couple of seconds to remember where the nearest toilet was. She shot off towards it like a hungover bullet, praying that nobody would come around the corner until she was well out of sight.
The rush towards the bathroom left no doubt in Alana’s mind that she was still feeling the effects of the booze from the night before. Her head was spinning when she turned each bend and her legs felt weaker than paper. In the background, somewhere, she heard two people talking and a woman laugh. Was she laughing at Alana? No, that didn’t make sense, nobody had seen her. Besides, the woman was too far away. But she could be rushing towards them, running into a roadblock. Her stomach turned over again.
Alana found herself staring at a silver square with the black silhouette of a woman in a dress on it, the universal sign for a ladies’ toilet she’d seen a thousand times before. She shook herself awake again and charged through, pushing the door open with her shoulder, then through the second door tucked just inside, the one that had never served any purpose other than to delay desperate women even further. There was nobody else in the bathroom, she could tell from just a glance. It was just her- a minor mercy at best. She took the closest stall.
Even turning to lock the door was agony, and her gut squeezed like a vice. Alana knew now- she had to shit, and right away. There was no more doubt. Her fingers went to her belt buckle… the buckle she’d never had to undo before, and the one she’d pulled inexplicably tight that morning. It wouldn’t budge.
Alana swore loudly and readjusted her grip. She was squeezing the leather strap with her whole hand, and squeezing her bum shut with the rest of her strength, but neither were doing any good. No matter how much she pulled it wasn’t coming undone.
Just as she thought she was getting there, Alana’s stomach gave one final, sickening convulsion. With that she lost the battle. Control was wrestled out of her grip as easily as a grown man could take something from a child. She felt it squirt from her asshole, thick, slimy and impossibly hot. Alana groaned and kept trying to yank the belt out of place, but she got nothing for her efforts. The second spasm hit and sent more messy shit flying into her panties. She could already feel it soaking her bum, spreading across ever square inch. A trickle of warm brown water had escaped her panties already and was dribbling down her left thigh.
There was more, too, more than she could remember ever doing before. Alana had experienced diarrhoea; this was a whole other level of mess, a seemingly endless stream of thick poop that wouldn’t stop. Every time she thought she was almost done another cramp attacked her and more sludge filled her underwear until they started to sag from the weight in those godforsaken loose jeans.
This, Alana decided, was it- without a doubt the lowest point of her life. She'd thought she had hit rock bottom in the shower after that party the week before, but standing there, poop running down her legs, she saw all at once how this moment was so much worse. She had no excuses about being too hammered to get to the toilet, or something else getting in her way. She had simply been unable to hold it for another second and now she was paying the price for it. As much as she wanted to cry, Alana held back the tears. The only thing she could afford to focus on now was getting the hell out of there and back to her flat as soon as possible.
Infuriatingly, she found that her belt came undone rather easily once she wasn't worried about shitting in her pants anymore. She unhooked it and had to resist the temptation to rip the damn thing off and flush it down the toilet. Next came the dreaded shimmy of jeans around ankles, followed by her shit-stained underwear. She had to lower them carefully to try and minimise the damage on the floor. Alana could never have brought herself to leave poop on the floor for some poor cleaner to wipe up, but that didn't mean she wanted to be scrubbing any more poo herself than she absolutely had to.
Stepping out of her shoes, then jeans, and finally threading the pants over her feet was a slow and painful process. She didn't even contemplate trying to salvage them. They went straight in the toilet with the rest of it.
She sent Becky a cry for help over text. It was only nine words long.
In toilets by IT block. Bring my bag. Pls x
Alana locked her phone and put her elbows on her skinny knees. She knew there was more to come out of her; she could feel it bubbling away like venom. With a deep breath, she bore down and pushed out another spurt. The sound of it hitting the water made her want to recoil. If there had been anyone else in the room, she was quite sure she would have died of embarrassment. Buried underneath all of that there was a relief she was getting it out of her system- but still Alana felt ill, in a way that didn't have anything to do with pooping anymore.
Becky responded after a moment with a simple on my way! and Alana finally ran out of poop to expunge. She did her best to wipe her butt, but it was taking her twice as much paper as the already-huge amount she usually needed. The runny mess had spread onto her butt cheeks, her legs and almost as far as her pussy, and it quickly proved impossible to get rid of all the stains that had already started to dry. The best she could do would be to get most of it off and rush home for a long shower.
In the end she had only managed to sit through about half of that crucial lecture. She'd need Becky to fill in her in later. No doubt her classmates would see Becky carrying Alana's bag up the stairs and out, and they'd get a pretty good idea of what had happened.
That didn't mean that Alana was any less grateful when the bathroom door swung open a minute later and Becky handed the bag over the stall door before disappearing back to class. Most girls would have stayed to check if Alana was okay, but Becky seemed to know her well enough to sense that she wanted to be alone in this moment. The smell in the room left nothing to the imagination, anyway.
Finally, Alana pulled her loose trousers back up. She hated going commando in jeans- the denim always rubbed against her pussy in uncomfortable ways- but it needed to be done so she could leave. When she slung the bag over her shoulder, though, her stomach whirled again.
Alana spun on the spot just in time to throw up violently into the toilet bowl, splashing the porcelain sides with puke.
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Alana woke up already needing to take a dump, which she supposed was typical.
She was back at her own house, and it took her a little while to remember why. Gone were the untidy vibes of her room back at university- here her room was kept painfully neat, if only to keep her mum quiet. Sunlight streamed in through the crack where she'd forgotten to close her curtains, and the bedsheets felt fresh and dry. The only thing that remained exactly the same no matter where she was in the morning was that familiar feeling of needing to poop.
Automatically, her hand reached across the pillow and picked up her phone, which had spent the night face-down on the bed- the only thing that had slept with her lately, she was disappointed to report. A quick check of her lock screen revealed that it was well past nine in the morning, which could only mean she'd overslept and was set to disappoint her parents yet again.
She didn't much care. Her sister was getting married today, to a rich guy with a bright future. Nothing she did today was exactly going to make her the favourite daughter.
She slipped out from between the sheets and got to her feet, naked, just the way she liked it. She wasn't allowed to get drunk here or listen to loud music or watch Netflix, but at least sleeping sans pyjamas was one thing she enjoyed that her parents had long since given up trying to stop her doing. There'd be time to deal with the wedding crap in five minutes, but first she needed to go to the toilet and sit down for a while.
The house's upstairs bathroom was all the way down the hall from Alana's room, so getting from the latter to the former in the morning involved traipsing naked across the entire first floor, something she'd long since gotten used to doing. Unless relatives were staying over, nobody was exactly going to stare at her tits or ass, or the tight little bush between her thighs. She had nothing to be shy about.
Alana didn't bother to close the bathroom door before she sat on the toilet and started to pee. She never closed it while she was on the toilet unless her father came upstairs, which was rare during the day. It felt far more spacious in the tight little closet of a room to leave it open.
As with every morning, her stream was forceful and went on for a long time. It gave her plenty of time to start thinking about the wedding again, a day she'd been dreading for a while. Her twenty-three year old sister already getting married while Alana herself had never had so much as a proper boyfriend- it was enough to bum anyone out. Back at uni, there were all sorts of distractions to take her mind off the upcoming big day, but at home she had nothing.
She felt her morning piss taper off into a little dribble after a while. That freed her up to focus on pushing out something much more urgent. Alana almost moaned out loud as her hole began to open up, and a firm log poked its head out of her.
Someone in her family chose that exact moment to start climbing the stairs, and Alana had to lean forward to pull the bathroom door until it was mostly closed. Her poop slipped back inside her colon from the sudden movement. But nobody said anything, and soon the footsteps were heading back down the stairs after a detour into her parents room.
Alana herself had no problem taking a shit with her family present- it was how she'd done things for most of her life, after all, and she saw no good reason why that should change. But after she'd hit puberty- a late bloomer, Alana hadn't developed boobs or pubes until she was well into her teens- her parents had made it very clear that they wanted her to start keeping her body private. She hadn't really listened; she still slept naked, walked around in the house barely dressed and used the toilet with the door wide open. But on this particular morning she didn't much want to give either parent a reason to get pissed at her, so she indulged their more prudish tendencies just this once.
The log started coming out again then, getting longer and thicker until the widest point had passed through her hole. Alana basked in the feeling. It was a far cry from the involuntary, unstoppable accidents she'd had so many times in the last month. After shitting herself a fair few times she'd forgotten how nice a good poo could be in the mornings.
When she was finished she wiped her arse as always. It took her a good two dozen wipes, as usual, and it hadn't escaped Alana's attention that her mum had stocked up on toilet paper in preparation for her arrival. There was a whole pile of the stuff beside the toilet. She couldn't complain- she'd get through at least a couple of rolls on her own in the few days she'd be back here. It was just the way her body worked, and there didn't seem to be anything she could do about it.
Alana dumped the last of the poopy paper in the bowl and got up, giving the toilet no more than a cursory flush to make sure at least most of it went down. She paid no attention to the skidmarks down the side that had most definitely not been there before she got up. Then she flicked on the shower and crossed back into her room, remembering how long it took the water to warm up here. That was one thing she definitely didn't miss about home when she was in the city- in her flat, the shower water would always come out hot right away.
Those weeks since moving into university had been the first month of Alana's life where she hadn't been walking naked down the corridor outside her room, but she slipped right back into the routine on her first morning back at home, easy as you like. But then came the bit she'd been dreading. She made her bed (roughly enough) and went to her wardrobe, where the dress she'd been forced to wear today was waiting for her, mocking her. She hated the thing with a passion. But her attempts to get out of wearing it had proven utterly fruitless. So she lay it out on the bed. Beside it went a pair of light pink cotton panties and a bubblegum-coloured bra, both of which she'd decided on the night before. A pair of tight, short-cut socks completed the outfit, while her shoes were waiting downstairs.
Anyone who knew Alana knew that this was the kind of outfit she wouldn't be seen dead in unless she had any other choice. The dress was garish pink, which was why she'd chosen the underwear. The only two colours she liked herself in- white and black- were apparently 'not appropriate for a bridesmaid', she'd been told. She'd replied that if she was a bridesmaid she should've been allowed to go on the hen night, but she hadn't received her invite yet.
Alana left the outfit there for now and tried to forget she would soon have to actually put it on. She returned to the bathroom and shut the door, wanting it all to steam up until she could barely see properly. When she stepped under the water, it was already scalding hot. She liked it that way.
While one of the biggest moments of her sister's life crept closer downstairs, Alana let herself soak in the shower and pretend she wasn't going.
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The rest of the family had been gathered in the living room for hours by the time Alana finally came downstairs to see them. She had no desire to spend any more time than she had to watching grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins fawn over her sister in her wedding dress, nor did Alana care for anyone to spend too long looking at what she was wearing. It only helped a touch that she wasn't the only person being made to don something so disgustingly pink, but nobody else seemed to hate it as much as she did.
After she'd pooped, spent far too long in the shower, got dressed, put on a touch of make-up and then spent twenty minutes on her phone trying to delay the inevitable, Alana dragged herself downstairs, thinking that she risked the ire of her mother if she put it off any longer. In reality, almost nobody paid her any attention when she got downstairs, and she was suddenly quite sure none of them would have noticed if she'd sat in her room for the rest of the morning.
It was almost lunchtime by then, and some of the relatives had seen fit to open the champagne already. The only thing Alana had been looking forward to about this wedding was the alcohol. Seeing some of them starting this early was a stroke of inspiration for her- if she could get tipsy, she might not hate herself quite as much while the rest of the family was singing hymns and hugging like weirdos.
Her own alcohol was in a cupboard at the back of the room, still untouched from before she'd left in the summer, barely opened. It didn't take much sneaking around to go there, under the guise of getting more glasses for the rest of the family. With nobody paying her any attention, it was the easiest thing in the world for Alana to slip the vodka under her dress and hold it in place with a well-positioned hand. Suddenly she hated the dress just a little less; at least it had a use for something.
Alana excused herself and nipped back upstairs, knowing that the rest of the family would just assume she needed the toilet- she still had a reputation for having a small bladder amongst her family, even though in reality she'd grown out of that years before.
She carried her drink with her. Ordinarily her parents would have said something. This was no ordinary day; they were far too busy gushing over her sister to even care. Alana was starting to like the way the morning was going more and more.
Up in her room, she dug around in her bedside table for something she knew must still be in there. It was a big silver flask that had come as a freebie from a cocktail bar earlier that year. She lifted it triumphantly. The thing wasn't exactly discreet, but it was a hell of a lot easier to carry than a bottle of vodka.
Alana felt like a scientist as she tipped the spirit into the flask, stopping just before it overflowed. Then she poured another splash of Smirnoff into the drink she already had and took it back downstairs with her, leaving the bottle hidden in her room to be moved back to its rightful place later. The flask, she found, fit snugly in her pants, and nobody could see the bulge thanks to this ridiculous puffy dress. Downstairs everyone was still going on about Lucy. Alana took a huge swig of her newly-made vodka and orange juice, letting it slide down her throat. She tried to tune out the waffle.
Around midday, the time came to head to the church. Alana would be travelling with her parents, an uncle and a cousin in one car, which suited her just fine because it meant she wouldn't be expected to do any of the talking. Already she felt tipsy when the car pulled away and started south. Maybe, if she kept going like this, it wouldn't be too awful a day after all.
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The ceremony, which had been just as cringe-inducing as Alana had expected, was drawing to a close at last. And even she had to admit that the turnout was impressive- the groom would have to take all the credit for that, because Lucy barely had anyone there she wasn’t related to. She’d been in this church plenty of times and never seen it so packed. She’d also never wanted to throw up in it before, so there were first times for everything, she supposed. Alana was starting to need to pee from the booze, but it wasn’t exactly urgent yet.
As the newlyweds left down the aisle, presumably overjoyed that neither would have to wear pink tonight, the rest of the guests started filing out behind them. Alana had little choice other than to join the procession, which was heading for the reception venue only half a mile away. Some of the younger men had good-naturedly offered to carry Lucy over the muddy puddles that had formed in that morning’s showers, but Alana was clearly going to have to brave the unfortunate weather like a peasant. If she was lucky she might trip and ruin her dress.
The booze was coming out all over the party now, with waiters serving champagne flutes to guests pretty much the second they stepped over the church ground limits. Alana was more than happy to join in on that front- she picked up her own glass and gulped it down in seconds. She wasn't a fan of fizz sober, but while she walked there getting progressively tipsier it tasted glorious. She wasn't sure exactly how much alcohol she'd had- Alana just knew that it was enough to make her hate the day slightly less, which was all she'd wanted from it anyway.
Not that anyone was noticing, as far as Alana could tell. She'd had enough experience at pretending to be sober around her parents. The trick was to take a deep breath and think about every word before she spoke. Luckily, they didn't think this was anything strange- Alana had always been a slow talker, especially in her teenage years. Some people thought it was because her brain wasn't up to speed, but her parents knew better. They knew that she talked slow because she didn't trust herself not to blurt out anything that might offend someone, particularly when family was around.
She allowed herself to be swept up into the river of relatives and family friends, and before long they were flocking into the venue, an ultra-fancy building that only Lucy's rich new groom could afford. Alana wasn't shocked to be told that her seat wasn't at the main table with her parents. She didn't even want to listen to their lame excuses about her not being available for the rehearsal dinner; the champagne made it hard to care too much about something as stupid as where she was meant to sit. So she found her table, then headed past it to the bar. The other advantage of Lucy marrying into a wealthy family was the gallons of booze they'd arranged to be served to the guests for free. And with her parents sitting miles away there was nobody to disapprove while she drank as much as she wanted.
Alana walked up to the barman, a handsome young-looking man in a waistcoat that she wouldn't have minded taking off. His name tag said Tom.
"You serve doubles?" she asked him when he came over. He shook his head. "Well, let me persuade you. This is my sister's wedding and I just found out I'm not sitting with my family. Oh, and I'm missing a house party for this. There's supposed to be a pool".
"Is that a double vodka or gin?" he asked with a grin.
Alana smiled back. "I like you, Tom," she told him.
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An hour went by and soon Alana was dying for a piss. Food had been served and eaten, and with it she'd had another drink courtesy of Tom. The more alcohol she poured down her throat, the more it felt like a good idea to pour down more, until she was well and truly drunk. That liquid needed to come out somewhere- her bladder was urging her, begging her to get up and go to the toilet, but she didn't want to go until she'd finished her meal at least. Part of that was just drunken laziness, in truth.
Even after she had finished eating, Alana was forced to squirm and writhe in her seat. Relatives who she hadn't seen in years kept coming up to her wanting to catch up. Some of them she remembered and even liked, but most of them were distant cousins that Alana found she had nothing to say to. None of them seemed to notice that she was clearly desperate to use the bathroom. The trouble was that, even if she could get away, the lines for the restrooms were already long. It looked like there were too many guests for a venue of this size, and the queues to pee were proof of that.
She had heard from an aunt that the speeches would be starting soon, which sounded like a terrible idea to Alana, but it had given her a solid plan: nobody would be rude enough to get up and go to the bathrooms while the bride and groom's family were talking, so the lines would disappear. When the speeches finished she could rush ahead of everyone else and skip the line altogether. It would just take another twenty minutes or so of holding. She could manage twenty minutes... surely?
Just as that aunt (or had it been a great aunt?) had predicted, after a few more minutes the crowd hushed as Alana's dad stood to make his toast. She squirmed her way through his speech, then it was the turn of Lucy. By now, Alana was firmly squeezing her pussy under the table with one hand. She had to. Without that grip, she was sure, it would be impossible to hold it. She felt herself getting closer and closer to an accident while her sister droned on, the desperation intensifying.
She pulled her chair close to the table to try and hide the fact that one hand was up that pink dress, grabbing her crotch. The sudden movement did her in. She felt the palm of her hand turn warm and wet all at once, and couldn't help gasping out loud. She had to get to the bathrooms, and right now. Alana stood up in the middle of Lucy's speech, her chair scraping indiscreetly along the floor. Every eye in the house turned to her... and she was suddenly very aware that she was still holding her pussy. Alana let go, as much as it made her feel like she was about to wet herself.
Drunkenly she squeezed out between the gaps in the tables and into the clearing of the dance floor, but the surface below her had no grip on her fancy shoes and she went sprawling, smashing her knees before she could get her arms all the way up to break her fall. The flask she'd been hiding all day went clattering across polished wood, audibly empty now. Someone gasped. And that dress... the pink dress flew up as Alana went down, until it was practically around her waist. Her long, dark legs were exposed to the world, and so were her pink cotton panties... the ones that now bore a clear sign of the spot where she'd squirted an uncontrollable spurt of piss into them a few seconds earlier.
The impact was too much to withhold. Alana started to piss herself there and then. She tried to command her pussy to shut off, to stop spurting like a fountain, but her muscles seemed useless. Desperately, she grabbed her crotch again and tried to force her urethra closed. That didn't work either, and hot piss simply flowed through the gaps between her fingers as she helplessly massaged her mound.
A puddle of pee was growing on the dance floor below her. She could feel some of it soaking the back of her dress. Some was running down towards her knees. But mostly, worst of all, it saturated her underwear, making the dark lips of her pussy practically free-to-view for anyone who was sitting in front of her... including her stunned, silent sister and their disgusted parents.
The realisation that her cunt was visible now was the thing that finally galvanised Alana to get up and rush out of the room, hand between her legs to try and hold back the rest of the flood.
She couldn't go to the toilets; she knew that now. People would come looking for her and find her right away if she hid in a stall. The first viable option she saw instead looked like a janitor's closet. Alana yanked the door open and found it miraculously unlocked- inside was certainly some kind of broom cupboard, and that would certainly do. Beggars couldn't be choosers. Alana shut herself inside quickly, at least grateful that a tiny, grubby window gave the room some light.
The downside of not going to the toilet was that Alana still had to piss more badly than she could bear. There was only one thing for it- she tore down her soaking underwear and squatted over the janitor's bucket, trying not to sigh with relief as she let the rest of her desperate piss into the plastic. Later she'd need to find a way to empty it without being seen.
It was only then, as she stood there emptying her bladder into a mop bucket after most of it had come out in her pants in front of her whole family, that Alana caught sight of her reflection in the dim on a mirror screwed to the back of the door. Suddenly droplets were welling in her eyes, and she couldn't stop them. She burst into tears before she could even finish peeing. They ran hot and heavy down her cheeks, so much that soon salty water was dripping from her chin to her chest and nestling in that awful pink monstrosity. Alana looked away from the mirror- she hated the way her face looked when she cried, all scrunched-up and blubbery, but she couldn't help it. All she wanted to do now was weep from the shame and anger.
When Alana heard voices- her mother and another aunt- walking down the corridor, she had to muffle her cries. They were looking for her, she knew, but they would never think to open this door if she stayed quiet. The only way this day could get worse is if they found out she'd gone to the toilet in a bucket.
Alana wiped the tears from her face with her dress, already dreading having to put her drenched panties back on again.
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Alana had missed this feeling. She'd come back to university needing nothing more than to forget the traumatic events of Lucy's wedding, and the girls had suggested a party going on in a flat downstairs that night. Alana had jumped at the chance and gone right out to buy a bottle of gin, needing to get drunk enough that she stopped replaying her public accident in her head. So far she was succeeding. The lights were low, the music was loud and Alana, though thoroughly smashed, hadn't thought about pissing herself in front of her whole family for hours now.
Being drunk in this flat was a strange experience, to say the least. It was identical aesthetically and architecturally to the one she'd lived in for the last month, but the layout was just different enough to confuse Alana, and they didn't have the big window in the kitchen that her flat did either. It also meant that, like her own, this flat didn't have a communal bathroom. One of the guys who lived here had bravely volunteered his own toilet for use by the partygoers. Alana hadn't been since leaving her own bedroom a few hours before, so she slipped out of the kitchen- where most of the action was happening- and went down the corridor. If she remembered right, the toilet to use was the second door on the left.
Alana opened the door to a dark room. Confused, she fumbled for where she knew the light switch should be, found it with her fingers and flicked it on. A topless girl was straddling a man she kind of recognised on the bed, kneeling either side of his waist. The girl's hair dangled over her face just as her firm tits dangled above the man. She looked up when the lights came on, stunned, and suddenly Alana realised that the girl was Megan. She flicked the light off again and backed out, mumbling an apology.
Back in the corridor, now she suddenly saw the line for the bathroom further down that she'd somehow missed in her desperation earlier. She joined the back, just behind a visibly desperate girl. The woman, short and skinny, had her hand between her thighs and her legs crossed over one another. She was bouncing up and down, talking to a boy beside her who was laughing at something she'd said.
The line started out in the hall and snaked all the way into the bedroom, where the toilet sat just inside the door like in Alana's dorm. As she watched, someone emerged from the bathroom. A girl dashed in after him, clearly busting to take a shit. From her eyes, Alana guessed that she was high on something that had made her need an urgent dump. Even over the music Alana heard the girl start loudly pooping through the door, and she couldn't help laughing. The laugh made a few of the other students in the queue look over at her strangely... or had they already been staring?
Alana counted the people still in front of her in line... four... no, five. A ten minute wait if she was lucky. She couldn't be arsed with that- especially not since, now she was standing up, Alana didn't feel like she even had to go anymore. The urge must have passed. So she abandoned the line, leaving the drugged-up girl to ruin that poor guy's toilet, and returned to the party.
Back in the kitchen, it was suddenly too loud for Alana to hear herself think again. That was just the way she liked it. Across the room she saw a guy she'd been flirting with, on and off, for most of the night. Standing taller than anyone else in the room, with a tight, dark fade, her eyes had been drawn to him from the moment she'd walked into the room. He was the best-dressed guy there, as well as probably the only other black student at the whole party. She hadn't got around to asking his name yet, though.
It had been him she was talking to before excusing herself to use the bathroom, and now she was back Alana went straight back over to the tall guy. She felt a rush of arousal wash over herself as she approached him- probably, she knew, because she'd walked in on Megan about to fuck some random boy. Alana was straight as a pencil, but that didn't mean she hadn't been at least a little turned on by the sight of her friend towering over him, pinning him down, heavy boobs pointing at his face.
Alana went right up to her boy, pulled him close and whispered in his ear. "Want to get out of here? My bedroom is only up the stairs".
She didn't get the reaction she'd been hoping for, though. In fact, he looked surprised to see her. "You're back already?"
Alana frowned. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Yous said you needed the toilet, but you were only gone for a minute. Isn't there, like, a big queue?"
"I don't need to go anymore," Alana grinned, shaking her head.
"Really? You seemed desperate!"
"Nah! I'm fine now!"
Alana leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek, as seductively as she knew how. He seemed to like that. He winked at her and put his mouth by her ear. "Let me just tell my flatmates where I'm going, I'll meet you by the door in a minute".
Alana nodded and left him there, excited to finally get a guy back to her bed. She'd really started to need sex over the last week or so- her fingers could only do so much, and it was hard seeing her friends off pulling guys while she kept on drawing blanks. So she started to head toward the door, planning on finding one of her flatmates who wasn't Megan on the way and telling them where she was going.
It wasn't easy pushing through the hordes of people, and when she finally found some space Alana almost slipped over on a puddle where someone must've spilled a drink onto the floor. She felt damp, too, doubtless drenched in sweat. She could only hope that it wouldn't be a problem for the guy she was about to fuck. If he minded a bit of sweaty odour, she doubted she was the ideal woman for him anyway. Soon she spotted Zoe by the door, holding a drink, and went over to let her friend know she was leaving.
"I'm off," she said, having to lean in close to Zoe to be heard over the music, "I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"
Zoe was clearly almost as drunk as Alana, and it took her a few seconds to work out what had been said. But when it hit her, she looked surprised. "Already? Why?"
"Got a boy," said Alana with a cheeky grin, "invited him back up to my room, think we're probably gonna do the nasty, if you get my drift".
"Go on!" Zoe said, looking delighted, "well done, mate! I'll tell the others where you're going and then-" She trailed off suddenly, and Alana saw her nose wrinkle up in the dim light. "Do you smell that?"
Alana sniffed the air. Right away she knew exactly what her friend was referring to. There was definitely something stinky nearby- worse than a fart, too. It was strong enough that she was even sure it was coming from someone nearby, noticeable even over the smells of booze, weed and cigarettes. It smelt like...
"Shit," Zoe said, finishing Alana's thoughts. "Someone's had a poo in here! Eww, that's rank".
"Yeah, fuck that," Alana said, "glad I'm getting out of here now".
"Well, good luck anyway," Zoe called as Alana turned to go, "don't do anything I wouldn't!"
"If I didn't do anything you wouldn't I would never get any dick," Alana pointed out with a smirk. For her cheek she earned a playful smack on the arse from Zoe... and suddenly her friend was pulling Alana back, guiding her by the shoulder, away from the door.
"What's up?"
"Wait a second," Zoe said, "you've got a wet bum. Have you sat in something?"
Alana frowned and shook her head. "Not that I know of, I haven't even sat down all night. Someone must've spilled something on me". Zoe started to pat Alana's butt again, feeling both cheeks this time and confirming that both were wet. "Is it on my front, too?"
"I can't see," Zoe admitted. She laughed awkwardly. "Do you mind if I feel your front? I won't try and feel you up, I promise".
Alana didn't mind at all. She trusted Zoe. "Nah, go for it," she said, moving her arms to make it easier to access her pussy and thighs. Soon Zoe was feeling her crotch with the back of her hand. She brought it up to her nose, sniffed, frowned.
"I think you've pissed yourself," Zoe announced.
Alana shook her head. "No, I haven't," she insisted, "I'm pretty sure I would know".
Zoe paused, confused, then extracted her phone from her pocket. Within seconds she had the flashlight on and was aiming it at Alana's bottom half. Alana glanced down. Instantly she realised it was true. She knew exactly what it looked like when she pissed in her jeans, and this was it. Around her feet on the floor was a telltale puddle that could only be her own pee. Suddenly Alana felt ill.
"Turn around," Zoe ordered. Alana was too stunned to do anything other than obey. She felt Zoe's fingers probe her butt again... only this time they weren't touching her butt. This time they were touching something else entirely, something squished up against her bum. The smell...
Zoe leaned in and said something quietly to Alana. "You've shit yourself, mate," she said, "just walk with me and be quick, before anyone else notices you smell".
Alana kept her head down and wordlessly followed her friend out of the room. She passed the guy she had promised to meet, but she couldn't meet his eye to gauge his expression. All she could do was let Zoe lead her into the hallway, trying to absorb the shock. She had filled her pants, and soaked them too, without even realising it was happening. Alana knew she'd been drunk... but this was a new low.
Stunned into silence, Alana let Zoe guide her by the wrist. The light out here was harsh and bright, almost fluorescent in nature. Shame flooded Alana even through her drunkenness. She couldn't believe what she'd done- an accident was one thing, but to not even notice... and if she'd tried to go home and fuck that boy... God, what a mess she had made, both literally and figuratively. It felt like a lot more than two sets of stairs before they arrived at the door to the flat, by which time Alana could feel the wetness on her thighs and the weight of the stinky load she'd done in her pants.
It fell to Alana to extract her room key from her pocket, almost taking her phone out with it. She buzzed them in and Zoe had the presence of mind not to turn on the light, even in pitch darkness that made it hard to see. She understood that the last thing Alana wanted right now was to be visible.
Zoe helped her to strip off. Alana didn't mind being undressed by her friend- in fact, she was immensely grateful for Zoe's wordless understanding and loyalty. Together they carried the messy, soaked clothes over to Alana's laundry basket and dumped them in.
Alana's eyes had adjusted to the darkness enough now that she could make out Zoe's figure through the black. She knew that Zoe could see her nakedness now, but found that she didn't care. A body was only a body, and she doubted Zoe would remember it in the morning. But she hated the idea of her friend missing out on the party for her sake, so she told Zoe to go back and enjoy the rest of the night, giving her a hug of exhausted, embarrassed thanks.
And so Zoe left her there, and the door eventually slammed itself shut again. Alana went to the mirror in her bathroom and grabbed the sponge she usually washed her armpit with. Roughly, and with just a dab of cold water, she started to wipe herself clean. It wasn't easy without a full shower going, but once she seemed to have most of the poop off her thighs and ass she decided it would do.
Alana threw the sponge to the side, started to walk away... and suddenly she was falling, falling onto the cold floor, and everything was turning from dark to black.
The next time Alana opened her eyes, it wasn't dark in the city anymore. Her room was flooded with light from where she'd forgotten to close her blinds, illuminating her mess of a room. She saw the hamper of laundry, sniffed the air and right away remembered what she'd done. In that basked was a pair of pissed-in, shit-on jeans that she had left there before passing out.
Alana was still lying on the cold, hard floor. At some point in the night she'd turned over onto her back, but still she was there- except now she was lying in a puddle of what felt an awful lot like piss. She ran her fingers through soaking, coarse black pubes and across her meaty labia. There was no denying it- she'd pissed on the floor in her sleep. It was going up her back and down her thighs.
Sitting up, feeling tremendously sick, Alana looked between her legs and saw the fattest shit she had ever done sitting there between them. It must have come out while she was passed out, too. She groaned and shifted away from it, hoping it hadn't touched her pussy in the night.
Alana swore out loud. This was going to be a nightmare to clean up. |
Hi everyone, here is a story I wrote for omotober! This chapter was inspired by @Bi Omo Guy's idea and is a prequel for my other story, which you can read here: https://www.omorashi.org/topic/71082-omotober-story-1-lenas-night-time-terrors/?tab=comments#comment-1918667
The other story contains diapers and bedwetting. This one has no diaper content.
Here is the story! I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I am planning to make a part 3.
“So, are you guys hyped for this?” Asked Ashley to the group, dipping a fry into a small container of mustard.
Beth replied enthusiastically: “Are you kidding? I’ve been excited for weeks! Last year was amazing, so I have no idea how they’re going to try and top it this time around.” Beth was already done with her food, impatiently tapping her foot underneath the table. She didn’t have her full costume on yet, but still sported the black dress, pointy shoes, and tall, crooked hat of her witch costume. Beth fidgeted some more with her drink, reduced now to some partially-melted ice gathered at the bottom of a plastic cup.
Erin piped up, always eager to be the one bringing new information and gossip to the group. “I heard they’re taking it in a more psychological direction this year. Like they really want to get into your head.” She proceeded to loudly sip her almost-gone milkshake, drawing a scowl from Ashley.
“What does that even mean? ‘More psychological?’ What kind of monsters are more psychological than what they did last year?” Beth asked. “Seriously, what does that mean?”
Erin laughed. “I have no idea! That’s just what I heard from Amanda in math.”
“Amanda has no idea what she’s talking about, and she’s probably too chicken to go, anyways.” Ashley interjected.
“You sure about that?” Erin asked, stealing one of Ashley’s fries. “I heard her boyfriend is going to be in it. But she won’t tell me anything about his part. I pressed her for like ten minutes.”
“Why would you do such a thing? Are you trying to spoil the entire experience for yourself?” Beth asked. The more you know about it beforehand, the less scary it will be. It’s like when Ashley ruined Shutter Island for me. When I saw the twist coming, it wasn’t very impactful.”
“Still a good movie, though.” Ashley offered.
“Yes, Ashley, it was a good movie, but you didn’t have to spoil the entire thing for me. It just would have been more impactful is all.” Erin rebutted.
Lena was sitting in silence and dread this entire time. Personally, she liked to know about scary movies before she ever watched them, even going as far as to read the Wikipedia summaries. Unfortunately, this night was real life and she knew nothing about the haunted house. Only that her three friends had bullied her into going. Her best friend, Ashley, had done the majority of the convincing in private. “I’ll walk right next to you the entire time; it will be fine.” Like every other year, Lena had tried to chicken out in the most dignified way she could. But after several years in a row, her laundry list of excuses had been exhausted. She didn’t want to seem like a coward, even if she felt like one and had been dreading the haunted house experience for days.
This evening, Lena at slower than her friends. Perhaps every bite she postponed would delay the inevitable. Lena was the last of her friends to speak up after gulping a large sip of iced tea. “Do they, like, grab you or anything?” Lena asked timidly.
“No, they’re not supposed to.” Said Ashley. “They’re just supposed to jump around and startle you. I think grabbing you would be, like, a liability or something.”
“That’s good.” Said Lena, feeling a genuine sense of relief. She still had a bunch of fries left over, but didn’t have the appetite to eat them. “You guys want the rest of my fries?” Lena offered.
“Hell yes!” Said Beth, reaching out for a large handful. She ate them rapidly, drawing stares from Erin and Ashley. “What? I want to go! Is everyone else ready?”
Erin and Ashley nodded, already grabbing their trays and beginning to scoot out of the booth. Lena would have liked to use the toilet before leaving, but didn’t want to be bothersome. “I’m ready now.” Lena said in an unconvincing tone.
The girls headed for the door and walked out. Beth was practically bouncing in place, as if she had been anticipating this haunted house all year. She and Erin talked loudly with each other about the voracity of Amanda’s claim and other associated gossip. Lena walked towards the rear of the group, reluctantly keeping pace with the others, feeling almost like she was heading towards her own execution. Ashley noticed her hesitation and dropped out of the conversation with Erin and Beth.
It was getting dark outside, despite being relatively early in the evening. The sky was overcast and gray, with the blowing winds steadily picking up fallen leaves and swirling them around in small dust devils. Lena shivered a little bit, realizing that she should have brought a warmer jacket. Instead, she had her usual gray pullover hoodie, long worn
“You still sure you want to go? We seriously would not be mad if you decided to head home.” Ashley said, feeling a bit guilty for her role of pressuring Lena into coming. Lena just felt embarrassed that she had to be pressured at all. This was the year that she would finally go. Lena stood up straighter and more put on her best impression of a confident face.
“I’m ready. No chickening out now.” She said, beginning to feel her own confidence.
“Hell yes!” Beth said, overhearing Lena. “I bet Lena will make it through first. Not because she is scared, but because she will single-handedly defeat all of the monsters inside, including Amanda’s creepy boyfriend.”
Erin replied: “If Amanda’s boyfriend jumped out with no makeup on, that would be enough to make me pee my pants.” Erin and Beth both laughed at the idea, then quickened their pace towards the haunted house. Ashley quieted her voice a little bit more and said “Remember, I will be right next to you the entire time, it will be fine.” Ashley’s comfort actually did make Lena feel better and relieved some of her stress.
This year, the haunted house would be weaving through a maze inside of a former big box department store. For Lena, stores like that were often scary enough in their own right, partially because of how hard she often tried to hide what she was actually buying.
The girls finally arrived at the haunted house. A massive line stood in the front, where cashiers were jamming cash into boxes hand-over-fist and ushering people to the waiting area. Lena supposed that people should be sufficiently spread out inside for maximum terror and loneliness. Above cashier’s stands was a large banner which said “Haunted Hill of Horrors!”
“Damn, that line is long. We should have been here an hour ago.” Beth said.
“Well, we weren’t.” Erin said simply. They stood in line, hoping it would move faster. Lena shivered slightly in the chilly fall air.
Erin, Ashley, and Beth stood and talked amongst themselves while Lena played on her phone. Occasionally, she interjected, but mostly just stood patiently. According to her clock, it took about twenty minutes before the group had advanced by any considerable amount. Meanwhile, hordes of people lined up behind the girls, loudly discussing the rumored contents of the house. “Well, my friend told me they were bringing smoke machines through the doors.” Lena heard someone say.
“That’s no big surprise. Smoke machines are par for the course. I saw them bringing in something huge and flat, but it had a sheet over it, so I have no idea what it was.”
Lena eventually tuned them out while she waited some more. At this point, she really wished she had taken the opportunity to go pee before they had left the restaurant. The cold was making it harder to hold it. Lena looked around. Was there even a bathroom at this place? She couldn’t see any signs pointing to one. Surely, then, it was somewhere inside and she would be able to use it before going through the haunted house.
The girls waited for another while longer, with Lena starting to squirm in line. Gradually, they approached the front of the line.
As if reading her mind, Beth piped up: “Ugh, I gotta pee.” she said. “At least we’re close to the front of the line.”
Ashley replied: “Yeah, but we gotta be ready to pay and get in.”
So much for going pee now; Lena would have to hold it through the haunted house. It was an added layer of anxiety that built upon her anticipation for entering the house. Plus, she sure didn’t need the anticipation earlier of departing from the group first to go pee. Lena gulped. The back of the line? I guess they had to keep the pace going in very smooth, and you had to be ready to enter the haunted house. If only she had gone earlier, but it seemed too late now.
At the front of the line was a scene of pandemonium. People wearing shirts with “STAFF” written on them were taking money and giving change. The entire business seemed to be cash-only. This year, admission was $20 per person. Lena reached into her wallet and got a $20 bill ready for the transaction. Erin, Ashley, and Beth were doing the same.
Beth was the first in line now. She handed her money in and stood aside, waiting for the rest of the group. Erin paid next, then stood next to Beth. Finally, Ashley and Lena paid up. Lena was already shaking with anticipation, getting herself nervous for the journey she was about to undertake. She really wished for somewhere to go pee, and was getting nervous about finding a toilet in time. The cold weather also made her shiver more.
Once everyone was all paid up, they were ushered into a waiting room of sorts with a few couches to sit on. Fortunately, it was much warmer inside than it was outside. The walls bore a spooky, orange glow from the RGB strips hung all around. In addition, cottony spiderweb decorations were hung from the ceiling. Lena enjoyed the feeling of being warmed up. Behind the thick door on the other side of the room, Lena could hear the occasional muffled scream, and what sounded like a weed whacker or another small motor. She could also hear laughter of both the nervous and maniacal varieties.
“I’m so excited to get in!” Beth said, rubbing her hands vigorously together and sitting forward on the couch. “The people at the end need to hurry the hell up!” She added, clearly getting impatient to see all of the scary sights. Lena wondered what it would be like to be genuinely excited by getting this scared. She felt like she was at the beginning of a roller coaster ride, sitting motionless as the machine slowly climbed to its peak. She stared at the floor.
After just a few more minutes of waiting, an employee emerged from behind the large door which led to the hallways of the haunted house. Beth and Erin practically trampled the employee, rushing directly into the haunted house proper. Lena, and therefore Ashley, hung back and reluctantly stepped forth.
When they passed through the threshold, they entered a dark corridor, from which flashing lights could be seen and distant screams could be heard. Even the remotely-comforting presence of the uniformed employee disappeared as his radio blurted something out and he stepped into an office behind a closed door.
Sensing Lena’s reluctance, Ashley offered comfort: “Don’t worry, Lena. It will be OK.”
Lena looked up from the floor, put on a brave face, and walked forward. She could hear some shuffling noises up ahead, but saw next to nothing. The hallway was extremely dark, but Lena could tell the corner was coming up. She slowly approached the corner, taking the turn wide in an effort to see around it. She and Ashley tiptoed towards the corner, anticipating someone coming out.
When they turned the corner, Lena saw no one. She breathed a slight sigh of relief. Unbeknownst to her, however, a figure quietly stepped behind them on the carpeted floor. As Lena and Ashley stared down the hallway and continued onwards, she could feel a prickling sensation on the back of her neck.
Lena whipped around. The tall figure was wearing a tight, black bodysuit and a blank, white mask. The dark hallway made the mask appear to be floating in midair, causing Lena and Ashley to scream and bolt forward. They made it around the corner, with Lena breathing heavily. Her legs were clenched tightly together, but her panties were dry.
“Damn, that was spooky!” Ashley said.
“Y-yeah.” Lena said. Lena realized then that she had instinctively grabbed Ashley’s hand. She blushed and let go, purposefully keeping her hand to her side.
Looking forward, Ashley and Lena heard Beth and Erin screaming at whatever was next. Fog was drifting through this section of the hallway, making the room seem humid and limiting visibility. Once again, Lena and Ashley reluctantly advanced into the unknown. They walked close together, once again trying to peek around the corner.
Flashing strobe lights penetrated the thick mist, which Lena tried to fan away with her hand. Suddenly, she saw someone run in front of the light source in front of her. She jumped in place, frightened by the magnified shadow. Once again, she gripped Ashley’s hand tightly. The figure let out a menacing laugh, but when Lena turned to look, he wasn’t there.
He was behind her now, and he let out a bellowing yell that caused Lena to jump almost a foot into the air. “Aaahhhh!” she and Ashley screamed in unison. This guy was dressed as a scarecrow, with small bits of hay poking out near his torn gloves. His burlap sack mask hid all of his face. “Going somewhere?” he asked, menacingly. Lena screamed again and crossed her legs, even tighter than she had before. It was uncomfortably close this time: Lena had almost wet her pants.
Lena ran into the mist, pushing her legs closer together with stride. She was now close to where the strobe light was blinking into the hallway, waiting for Ashley. She wanted Ashley desperately. “Ashley?” She called. Ashley came towards her. “This mist is really thick. I couldn’t even see you!” Ashley said. The scarecrow man had retreated into his hiding spot, ready to frighten his next victim.
Lena stood awkwardly, holding her legs close together. She steeled her resolve, put a brave face on, and turned the corner. Lena told herself that all she had to do to get through was to keep an iron grip on her bladder and remember that it was just a haunted house. Though she understood this concept intellectually, Lena was, indeed, very frightened of what lie ahead.
On the walls in the next corridor, Lena could see a series of creepy-looking paintings. They were all drawn in a realistic but distinctly old-timey style, mostly pictures of somber-looking men and women in old-fashioned clothes. The lighting was a bit better in this part of the house, and the fog was being directed into the previous hallway. Fake blood stains dotted the floor, marking the path forward through the house.
Lena began walking through this section with relative confidence, avoiding the gaze of the paintings. This was harder than it looked, since further inspection revealed they were some sort of holographic image that changed depending on her perspective. But all she had to do was not look at them. Lena kept walking for a bit more, slightly relaxing in the better lighting environment.
But suddenly, the lights flicked out, causing Lena to jump a little bit. A blacklight immediately kicked in, illuminating glow-in-the-dark paints drawn over the creepy drawings. This part amused Lean more than it scared her, since all of the paintings just had skulls drawn over them. “Real scary, right?” Lena said, gesturing towards the paintings. White parts of her sweater and shirt glowed in the blacklight. “Yeah, real scary.” Ashley sarcastically agreed.
The section of the house seemed to give up and the ordinary lighting was restored. Once again, Lena relaxed, beginning to feel that the house had been overhyped. Nothing truly scary had happened yet, and Lena was allowing herself to feel some sense of comfort in that.
The girls walked through the remainder of the creepy paintings and into the next room, which featured a large and imposing red door. Lena looked around in the corners to make sure no one was coming. She opened the door carefully.
Nothing jumped out immediately except for a large cloud of fog. It drifted gently through the hallway and over their shoes. The room inside her was dark, and it was hard to tell where anything was. “You go first.” Lena insisted immediately.
“Baby!” Ashley said, giggling. Ashley walked into the door first, with Lena close behind. Suddenly, the frightening scream of a woman screeched from somewhere behind them. Ashley took off in one direction, but Lena looked to find the source. She didn’t see anyone, so she ran in a different direction.
It was then that Lena became truly nervous. She had run to an area with more light, which revealed that she was standing in a hall of mirrors. Ashley was somewhere in the other direction, behind any number of mirrors. All that Lena could see was herself. Her pale jeans, her faded sweatshirt, and her worn shoes.
Lena walked aimlessly, totally unsure of where to go. The maze of mirrors was cramped and it was hard to tell what was a way through and what was an illusion. A massive plurality of copies of her own image stood before her, an army of scared girls on the brink of simultaneously having an accident.
She tried not to think about it. The subject left the forefront of her mind rapidly when Lena heard the mechanical whirring of some primitive two-stroke motor. From what direction, she could not be sure. She looked around frantically, as if one of her infinite doppelgangers could offer some examples.
As the whirring grew louder and louder, the sounds echoed all over the silvery room. Lena could not tell where exactly it was coming from.
Nervous and fidgety, Lena was about to let out a great scream into the hall of mirrors. She was extremely nervous, crouched over and trying to summon the will to continue on. Breathing heavily, she walked forward. In the back of her mind, Lena knew that she would need to get to the toilet soon, which served as an effective motivation to escape the room. Once again, she heard laughter and the sound of a motor. It seemed both louder and more well-defined, putting Lena on her tip-toes.
For a tense thirty seconds (that felt to her like at least five minutes), Lena heard nothing except for occasional background screaming, possibly from Ashley. She seemed far away, possibly on the other side of the room. The thought put her even more on edge.
Just as Lena looked around at the many images of herself, she saw a horrifying new face. He was wearing a dark wolf mask and a flannel shirt, ripped and worn out. He stood perfectly still, wielding a chainsaw in one of his large claws. Lena jumped, but it was too late to run. He revved the chainsaw and barreled towards her, causing Lena to scream as loud as she could. The sound was coming from behind her, so she turned around.
Lena wasn’t looking into a mirror anymore, but into the hollow and dark eyes of the werewolf mask. She panicked, screaming in place. She felt a chill running down her spine, a moment of panic and pure distress from the chaos. Her eyes were tearing up.
She ran through the hall, with the werewolf chasing her through the maze. Several times, she nearly bumped into a mirror. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Her eyes were watering. A dribble of urine had begun soaking her underwear. The sound of the monster had receded into some other corner of the room.
“No, no, no!” Lena said out loud, furiously grabbing at her crotch. It was warm and wet, but she had the leak under control. The dribbles had absorbed into the fabric, spreading across her privates. Lena could feel that her panties were damp now, but she didn’t know if anything was showing. In that terrifying moment, she had lost control, involuntarily leaking into her panties like a scared little girl. Lena crept around the maze, holding her legs tightly together and squirming. Since she lost control, she was on high alert. Stopping the flood had been a difficult task.
Lena heard loud stomping coming from somewhere else. She walked slowly and cautiously, peering around the corners as best she could. As far as she could tell, her little dribbles weren’t visible yet.
Before she knew it, the mirror maze was over. Lena stepped out of another large, red door that led to the other side. But just as she emerged, a shrieking woman in a skimpy nurse’s outfit popped out of the corner and yelled in her face, startling Lena so thoroughly that she slammed her back against the wall.
This time, she didn’t even have time to scream. Reflexively staggering backward left her hands at her sides, unable to hold herself anymore. Her entire body felt hot from the anxiety, giving her a hot flash followed by a chill. With her self-control failing more and more by the second, Lena let loose some substantial spurts into her cotton underwear. It could no longer wick the moisture away: her panties were soaked through.
Standing in horror, Lena intermittently released little leaks and spurts into her panties. She could feel the heat building on her inner thighs, felt the wetness as it spread. “Oh no, no no no!” Lena screamed, getting a hold of herself and running through the hallway.
As she ran, tears in her eyes, Lena screamed and blindly rushed forward. With each step, Lena felt the upper parts of her pants gripping together, dampened by her shameful accident. Feeling herself on the brink of tears, Lena wanted nothing more than to rush through the rest of the house.
Around every few corners, a nefarious character popped out to give her a fright. She would feel the occasional heat in her pants, warming her crotch as she screamed. Lena didn’t care at this point: she just wanted to escape.
Fortunately for her, there were no more mazes to sort through. Just a long hallway that wound around and around, feeling almost infinite in its size. Some sort of story was being told with these monsters popping out, but Lena wasn’t paying attention. Ashley was nowhere to be found.
Running at full speed, Lena eventually heard some screaming close by. It was Erin and Beth! She ran towards them, yelling their names. “Erin! Beth! I found you!” Lena screamed, catching up to them. Erin looked frightened, and maybe a bit exhausted from having so many screaming people charging at her. “Found us!” Erin said. “I think we’re almost at the end…” Erin trailed off.
Admittedly, though, Lena looked far less formidable than the other threats this place had to offer: Lena’s crotch was clearly wet, with stains dotting her inner thighs and running partially down her butt.
Seeing this, Beth responded with her usual measure of care and grace: “Oh my God, Lena pissed her pants!”
Lena blushed, subconsciously trying to hide it with her hands. “N-no I didn’t.”
Erin finally noticed. “She totally did!” Erin and Beth gasped.
“I CANNOT believe you actually piddled your panties!” Beth said, clearly astonished.
Lena felt herself getting flustered. She blushed hard. Erin giggled.
“I’m sorry.” Erin said, unable to stop laughing. “It’s not funny.” She added unconvincingly.
“I just… I just got so scared.” Lena said, feebly. “And I really had to go to the bathroom.”
“Oh man, look how much she went pee in her pants!” Beth said, walking to the backside of an unmoving Lena. “Oh man, it’s all over the back, too.”
Lena touched the seat of her faded pants, feeling the moisture in her hand. She was about to cry. She couldn’t believe that she had pissed her panties in front of her friends like this. Ashley was still nowhere to be seen. Probably, she was still lost somewhere in the maze.
Beth, Erin, and Lena walked through the rest of the maze. Erin and Beth couldn’t stop giggling, in part due to their fear and in part due to Lena’s embarrassing accident.
After a few more scares, the girls emerged from the final hallway. Lena was relieved to see two girls with staff shirts, but she hid behind Beth and Erin to avoid exposure of her embarrassing pee stains. She wanted to sink into the Earth.
Above the exit door was a large banner that said “You survived DR. SPOOKY’S HELL HOUSE!” Lena headed towards it with great conviction and singlemindedness, hoping to escape notice by fleeing into the cover of darkness.
But then, Lena encountered perhaps the greatest scare of all. One of the women from the staff called out from behind the group: “Did you wet your pants?” Lena stood in place, contemplating running out of the door at that instant.
Beth spoke up first. “She totally did! Look at her!”
Lena shriveled up as these two strangers stared at her pants for a moment. The other girl said “Wow, you’re second one tonight! Guess we did a good job with the theming this year.”
“No, Lena is just a big baby.” Beth added, prompting a stiff jab in the elbow from Erin.
“Knock it off.” Erin hissed.
“You want a free t-shirt?” The girl said, cheerfully. “I don’t have a change of pants, but I can get you a cute t-shirt.”
Lena wanted desperately to leave. Lena started: “N-no…” She mumbled. Once again, her friends spoke up for her.
“She would love one!” Beth said.
Lena watched the door, hoping that no one else would come through. She like the idea of at least having something to show for it.
“Come on, if you don’t want it, I’ll take it.” Beth said.
Lena agreed, not wanting to look like a baby. One of the staff girls went through a small plastic tub of t-shirts. “Let’s see here. You look like a small.” She picked a shirt out, folded up in her hand. Lena opened it up and saw the front.
“I wet my pants at Dr. Spooky’s Hell House!” The shirt proudly proclaimed. The shirt also featured a cartoonish image of a scantily-clad nurse, holding up a pair of wet panties and giggling. The cotton was a good quality, with accurate screen printing and a sturdy feel.
“These are super rare, by the way.” The girl said. “We only give them out to the first twenty to have an accident.”
“That makes it even cooler!” Erin said, almost seeming jealous. Lena had to laugh at the silliness of it all, trying her best to be a good sport. She accepted it reluctantly and held it in her hand.
“Thank… you.” Lena said, not knowing how to react.
“No problem! By the way, this shirt gives you access to next year’s haunt. Just wear this and you’ll be able to get to the front of the line with free admission.”
“Hell yes!” Beth said. She put her arm around Lena, who clutched the shirt tightly.
The three of them left the room and walked outside. There, they were immediately greeted by a familiar face among a large crowd. Somehow, Ashley was already outside with the others, but she seemed to be wearing something different.
In the dark, Lena couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
The same shirt that Lena had just received.
The dark stain on Ashley’s pants.
Beth and Erin’s ravenous laughter.
Ashley giggled along with them, seemingly wearing her shirt with pride. Ashley’s laugher was contagious, and all of them had a laugh at the situation. Lena her shirt on as well.
Edited October 15, 2021 by Big Girl Stacy
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Xander Cohen, a transgender high school senior who just started testosterone therapy and is anxious to prove himself a paragon of stoic masculine virtue, decides that it’s only fair for him to hold it when the boys’ restrooms close due to an absurd TikTok challenge. He ends up having to hold it longer than he or his STP device bargained for.
For Hallo-WEE-n, I wanted to write a story where a transgender character gets in trouble because of their own stubbornness instead of horrible discrimination. The setting, scenario, and main character are not autobiographical, but some of the weird little details about what it feels like to be trans and undergo testosterone therapy are. Njoy.
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PART 1
Xander Cohen’s phone alarm went off for the second time at 8:10 in the morning. The alarm audio: “I Walk The Line” by Johnny Cash.
Xander rolled over in bed. He was slight, with wavy brown mid-length hair and green eyes. His olive skin had a fresh spray of acne. Yawning and stretching revealed his underarm hair. He only shaved his face, even though he didn’t need it. Yet.
He’d been on testosterone for three months and three days. Three months translated to twelve shots deep into the muscles of the thighs, starting on his eighteenth birthday when his parents finally gave him the go-ahead to make his own medical decisions. His mother couldn’t watch: too squeamish. He was squeamish, too, but each time he reminded himself that the Mawé people of the Amazon Rain Forest had a rite of manhood that involved a glove filled with stinging, venomous ants. Compared to that, a sterile needle was not so upsetting.
He drank some water he found on his nightstand and checked his two phone notifications. His friend Zo had sent him the Dune trailer at three in the morning. He watched it, idly concerned about Zo’s sleep schedule.
The other notification was yet another Swirlie Challenge TikTok from his school, apparently filmed the afternoon before. Dumbass Jared Ledbetter and his dumbass friends were taking turns dunking each other’s heads in the toilet like bullies from an eighties movie. It was ridiculous. He sent it to Zo: “look at these losers at it again 💀”
After that, he put down the phone and went to take a shower. He needed to pee and liked to kill two birds with one stone. Saving the earth and all that.
He showered without turning on the light - a habit from his worst early adolescent dysphoria days - and used a lot of acne wash. He hummed “I Walk The Line.”
His genitals were tingling. They’d been tingling off and on for the past month, a mildly irritating sensation that was like arousal unconnected to anything. It was because things were reorganizing down there. A look with his phone camera the night before showed that he was experiencing what his endocrinologist had decorously referred to as “growth of erectile tissue wherever it is found in the body.”
There was an appendage. Previously tiny and hidden, the appendage was now the size of a marble, although after years on T it would grow to the size of a thumb and take on a penile appearance - or so he hoped. He’d decided to refer to it as his phallus. The word was his secret; he knew that if he mentioned it online or even to a doctor, he might be ridiculed for his avoidance of the scientific term, which started with “c” and had always made him feel ill. It was only through a combination of testosterone and new words that he might someday overcome his aversion to sex, but it embarrassed him anyway; he was still struggling to accept that his gender dysphoria would never be fully explicable to those who had never experienced it, and that he was free to chart his own course through life and language without forever rationalizing, justifying, and explaining.
It was time to get dressed. First, he put on his STP device with its rainbow harness. The STP device was a soft, hollow, realistic-looking silicone prosthesis that could either be positioned upright to mimic the bulge of a flaccid penis in his pants or pushed back to allow him to pee standing up. When positioned for peeing, the “balls” folded out into a reservoir that sat under his slit.
Even after a year of practice, using the STP had its challenges. Xander always went in stalls because he was paranoid that the silicone wasn’t realistic enough, or that a cis man at a urinal would notice the odd movements he made positioning it. It was impossible to wash the thing out in a public bathroom, so any smells generated by drops of urine that remained in the device after peeing were unpredictable. The obvious solution was to pee only later in the day, although that always meant that his bladder was quite full and it could be hard to moderate his stream so that gravity had time to work on the funnel of the STP.
Yet Xander loved standing to pee. It made him feel powerful and right, a comrade to other men. The prosthesis had been worth the investment, and he found that he used it by default except at night.
Over the harness he put some roomy red boxers and a pair of black jeans that disguised his troublesome hip-shoulder ratio. He then pulled on (with effort) a white tank-style binder that smooshed his c-cup breasts into nice-looking pectorals. Over this he wore an ordinary man’s undershirt and gray sweater. He added chunky retro white tennis shoes for the vibe and he was ready to go. Dressed plainly like this, he found that he passed in places where people didn’t know him, albeit as a much younger boy.
Downstairs, his parents and little sister greeted him by name. They were getting better at it all the time. He grabbed some toast and a Mountain Dew-based energy drink.
“That stuff looks like nuclear waste. I don’t know how you stand it,” Mr. Cohen said.
In his estrogen-dominated incarnation, Xander would have gotten angry at his father for insulting his drink. He would have pitched a fit about how absurd it was that everyone expected him to drink bitter-ass coffee like some kind of millennial. He might have even cried. Now more balanced, he held up the can, laughed, and said, “that it does, dad. Do you think I’ll turn into the Creature from the Black Lagoon in time for Halloween?”
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TO BE CONTINUED... |
PART 2
It was his mid-morning break between driver’s ed and English. Xander was refilling his water bottle at the fountain when everyone heard Principal Dix phase in on the intercom. He sounded angry.
“Attention students: the administration has received some more distressing information about the so-called Swirlie Challenge, a TikTok game that is, as I explained in my e-mail to your all parents on Monday, actually a form of bullying that could lead to drowning and dangerous gastrointestinal infections. Since an entire week of warnings have not stopped these inexplicable acts from being filmed inside our school, and exclusively by the boys, we will be closing the boys’ restrooms until further notice. We realize that this is an inconvenience, but we had to consider that your safety comes first. Thank you for your cooperation.”
A murmur went up from the students in the hall. There simply weren’t going to be boys’ bathrooms today? Because of Jared Ledbetter and his creepy goons? That was so unfair!
Xander closed the spout on his water bottle slowly. He would save it for later.
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Mrs. Lucien pulled him aside on his way out of English.
“Xander, I heard the boys’ bathrooms are closed while we sort out this whole TikTok situation,” she said, “but if you’re having a problem, Xander - and I hear that people - er, boys - like you can still get periods, Xander, and that certain biological, uh, differences in bladder capacity between the…genders remains the same…uh, I’m sure you can use the girls’ bathrooms, Xander. Xander, I know you petitioned the school to use the boys’ rooms and everything, but I mean, if necessary, I’ll vouch for you with the administration, or if anyone bullies you, if you need to use the girls just for today, Xander.”
She smiled. It was a condescending smile. A sisterly smile. Xander hated it.
“I don’t need to use the girls’ bathroom,” he stated flatly.
He wasn’t sure, of course. The knowledge that he couldn’t go after lunch as usual was giving him too much awareness of his gradual, automatic processing of fluids, making him feel a bit of a twinge. But after that little performance, Mrs. Lucien was the last person he would ever ask for help.
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After calculus he went to the cafeteria and bought his lunch - two limp burgers to count toward his body’s constant, irritable, T-driven demands for protein - and went outside to the patio area. Students were encouraged to eat outside on account of COVID, despite the fall chill.
“Xander!”
It was Zo, his best friend. She liked to introduced herself as “Zo, without the e,” which only those who knew her well understood as an estrogen joke. She was a fan of dissonant synth music and had been cultivating a fashion sense that could best be described as early 1990s neon bog witch.
“Oh, hey!” creaked Xander as he sat his tray down across from her. For the past two weeks, his voice had been creaking like a rusty hinge at higher registers, as if deliberating whether or not to drop. It was both exciting and a tad embarrassing.
“Are you ready for Dune?”
“Yeah, you sent me the trailer at, like, three in the morning. When do you sleep?”
“I’ll sleep when I’m dead. Isn’t Timothee Chalamet an entire five-course meal?”
“Indubitably.”
“So what’s up with the Swirlie Challenge debacle? If they closed the boys’ bathrooms, does that apply to you?”
“Of course it does. Mrs. Lucien said I could use the girls’ if I wanted. Of course I told her to shove it…well, not in those words, of course. I’m not a girl.”
“You should have taken her up on it. You can’t just not go to the bathroom in solidarity with people. You have to look out for yourself in this world. What if you get diarrhea or something?”
“Diarrhea wouldn’t make me a girl.”
“God, you’re such a Taurus. I bet you end up in the emergency room because your bladder exploded and you have to explain that you were just being stubborn.”
“I’m a man. I can handle it,” he said. He grabbed his 18 oz. water bottle and chugged it straight, just to show her.
“You know, they did a poll of men in Denmark and the United States about what makes a man, a man. The Danish men said that being a man meant proving you weren’t a boy, while the American men defined it as proving you weren’t a woman,” she said.
“Are you calling me out for toxic masculinity?”
“No, I’m just reminding you we all have to pee eventually.”
“We all have to sleep, too, but I’ve never seen you do it. I’ll go at Hebrew School,” Xander said. Zo rolled her eyes and ate a baby carrot.
Paul, Zo’s friend from theater, walked up to their table. He was a big guy and a bit of a himbo. He was wearing gray sweatpants and looked great in them - anyone could see he’d been doing a lot of crunches and squats lately.
“How’s the workout routine, Paul?” Zo asked insinuatingly. And thus the conversation flew off in a dozen different directions.
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Physics was Xander’s last class of the day. Mr. Jones was covering potential energy, the energy held by an object due to its position in relation to other objects, its electrical charge, or internal stresses. A book on a table had more potential energy than a book on the floor because it was further from earth’s center of gravity. If the book falls, that potential energy is converted into kinetic energy due to the constant downward force of gravity. Hence:
U = hmg
where m is the mass in kg, g is the local gravitational field (9.8 metres per second squared on earth), h is the height above a floor in meters, and U is the energy in joules.
Xander pressed his thighs together and drummed his mechanical pencil against his left hand. Now he could really feel how his body was accustomed to draining the tank after lunch, and he sorely regretted drinking extra water just to prove something to Zo. Constant downward force of gravity indeed. He was glad he was wearing a mask and no one could see his facial expressions. A glance around the classroom showed that some of the other boys might have been in his situation, although it was also possible that they were just bored.
One could, apparently, calculate the kinetic energy of a waterfall without the need for complex fluid dynamics equations (“that’s for your junior year of college, little physicists”) if the height and the volume of water were known. This was the principle behind hydroelectric dams.
Xander banged the mechanical pencil so hard against his watch that the eraser flew off into the aisle. Mr. Jones looked up disapprovingly, cleared his throat, and continued the lecture.
Xander looked down at his notes and cupped his left hand over his forehead in order to stop looking at his watch or the wall clock. He discovered that if he grasped his flies and the bulge of the STP and drew them upward while leaning forward, he could get the phantom effect of squeezing his dick while also pulling the thick denim tight over his slit. He didn’t want to squirm - he was convinced it was unmanly - but he needed to covertly adjust his position every few seconds when the relief of taking a new position inevitably wore off. He was going to have to review all the class material with YouTube videos because he couldn’t focus worth a damn.
When school let out, he found that he had to take a little care in standing up. His knees wanted to buckle. God, did he really have to go this badly after just seven hours? He walked stiffly down the hall and out the east side entrance of the school.
The cold air did not help. Ohhhhhhhh.
Zo and Paul caught up to him.
“You have to pee, Xander,” said Zo. It was not a question.
“Of course I have to pee,” he admitted.
“I told you so.”
From the side of the school, they could see the woods out back. Several boys seemed to be headed in that direction. Paul stood for a moment, considering, and then cantered off toward the trees, holding himself and stumbling.
“Ugh, fuck, I have to PISS! Fucking Jared Ledbetter! Fucking Principal Dix!”
Xander followed. His anxieties about proving Zo right and his classmates seeing him use his STP were secondary to how badly he had to go. Now was as good a time as any to have his first piss outside as a man among men.
In a way, it was romantic: the clear blue sky and afternoon sun, the smell of wild mushrooms, the soft patter of dozens of boys pissing on dry leaves in the woods.
God, just let me pee.
He hid himself behind the first substantial tree he came to and started to unbutton. He worried about his ability to control his flow when his bladder was so full. Caution: contents under pressure. He wished he’d chosen an STP with a deeper reservoir, or a sharper downward angle, or a wider exit hole. No matter. He could do it. He had to.
“Alright, clear out! You aren’t supposed to be back there!”
Two school security guards were running toward the woods.
The boys scattered, shouting and laughing; Xander headed east toward the boulevard, where he had a city bus to catch.
When he stopped running, he had to lean back against the bus shelter, cross his legs, and pulse his thighs to get his acute need under control. He pinched the tip of his STP through his pocket, and felt his heart rate drop and legs steady themselves. Phantom dick syndrome was a lifesaver.
He willed the city bus to come faster, to come early even, so he could get to Temple and pee.
It had been awkward to reenter Hebrew School with much younger kids, but Xander was so happy that Rabbi Weiss had accepted his petition to have a bar mitzvah that he didn’t ultimately mind. He’d had a terrible time at his bat mitzvah when he was wearing a dress, and he wanted to replace the memory. It was always terrifying to approach a religious leader about these things, even if the religious leader in question was a female rabbi at a Reform Temple that advertised itself as LGBTQ-friendly. He had expected impossible demands delivered from a place of scorn, but found that a rite of manhood would be granted to him if he merely brushed up on half-remembered Hebrew and Jewish history beforehand.
A similar conversation with Rabbi Weiss about hatafat dam brit, a substitute circumcision ceremony in which a drop of symbolic blood would be drawn from Xander’s inner thigh, did not go anywhere. Rabbi Weiss deemed it “way too much.” But again, this was a Reform Temple.
His phone beeped right before the bus arrived. It was a notification from Paul: “I wet my ducking pants in the car thank duck no one saw.”
The accompanying photo showed Paul’s sweatpants (minus Paul) with huge wet spots on the right upper thigh and rear.
The photo gave Xander a warm and ticklish sensation around the phallus, a renewed and redoubled urge to pee combined with something else. Involuntarily, he pictured Paul behind the wheel of his car, clasping his penis will all his might but losing control regardless and having to finish driving home in a puddle. Xander squeezed his thighs hard when he sat down, feeling all kinds of shivers and cramps inside.
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PART 3
The bus trip to the synagogue seemed mind-numbingly slow, even though it took the same amount of time it always took on average. Xander sat clenching and aching and longing for the Temple men’s room with its white marble sinks and gender-neutral potpourri bowl and line of hooks for hanging tallit outside.
When the bus pulled up to his stop at last, Xander was surprised to see construction workers climbing down into a hole that had been dug in the front lawn of the Temple.
“There’s been a water main break,” a young woman with long black hair told him once he ran in the door. He recognized her as Rachel, a college student who volunteered at the Temple library every day after her classes.
“They aren’t letting us use the bathrooms. I’ve already been holding it all day and I have to gooooooo,” she whined, putting a hand to her crotch to illustrate the point.
She bounced a little on her heels. She had large breasts for her frame and wasn’t wearing a bra, so he could see her pointed nipples jiggling up and down under the material of her sweater. It was hypnotic. Since starting T, he’d had to remind himself not to gawk at people’s breasts. And butts. And cameltoes. And penis bulges. And bodies in general. His imagination betrayed his best intentions as he pictured Rachel wiggling out of her tight high-waisted jeans and exposing her cute butt to squat in the bushes behind the Temple. If she’d really been holding it all day, she would gush like a fountain. His own overfull bladder winced.
But he was too stoic to admit he was in the same predicament. On principle he rejected gender stereotypes, but deep down he believed what society had always told him: in the absence of alcohol, a man should be able to hold it indefinitely.
“Oh man, I’m sorry, Rachel,” he said.
“I’m going to burst,” she said, crossing her long gazelle legs. Me too, thought Xander.
The Hebrew School classroom was on the west side of the Temple and blazed with natural light in the afternoon. Temple Beth Shalom was a large community, and the roster this year was nineteen kids plus Xander. Xander sat in the back because even at only 5’6” he was taller than some of his twelve-year-old classmates.
He could hear some of the kids kvetching about having to pee. His own bladder kvetched vigorously as he wedged himself into one of the smallish desks. The frustration of getting all the way here and having to hold it for over an hour was unreal.
Hebrew School was taught by Mr. Feinstein, a real estate agent with an Israeli wife and a classic New Jersey accent. He had donned a cheesy Star of David face mask for the kids. Today was a Jewish wisdom and history day, not a Hebrew language day, so at least Xander wouldn’t be called upon to conjugate anything in his state of disadvantage.
“After the Talmud is complete, what do you do? You study it! You write commentary on the commentary, and then you write commentary on that! Just like people arguing on the internet,” Mr. Feinstein began with a flourish as he launched into his discussion of the philosophers of the Jewish Middle Ages: Rashi, the Rambam, Judah Halevi, and so many others.
Xander looked out the window. He vaguely remembered this material from the first time he went to Hebrew School at the appropriate age, but his ability to focus was shot. It was all he could do to maintain the appearance of sitting still above the waist.
Mr. Feinstein continued: “When the Rambam and later Rabbi Karo set out to codify - that means organize - Torah law, they embraced the idea of God as a micromanager. The halakha had relevance to every aspect of a Jew’s life, no matter how small or intimate. Would any of you say your parents are micromanagers? Yes, so we know what that word means. Today is probably the wrong day to bring this up, but the Rambam even believed that the Law specified when a Jew should go to the bathroom. In the Mishnah Torah, he wrote that one should not delay using the restroom if at all possible.”
The twelve-year-olds tittered, except for one girl at the front who remained very quiet.
“So with our unexpected plumbing issues today, you can say that our Temple is in violation of the Mishnah Torah! We might as well serve bacon cheeseburgers at kiddush, according the the Rambam. Rabbi Weiss and I should be smacked.”
More titters.
Xander shook his legs; at one point his knees hit the desk hard enough to make a noise. His previous strategy of pulling his pant seam tight over his slit was providing rapidly diminishing returns; the forward rocking tightened his waistband around his bladder. He wanted to shove his hand into his crotch and jam his fingers against the floodgates. But he knew what this would look like: a boy pushing his genitals aside to finger his taint in Hebrew School for some inexplicable and no doubt perverted reason. Instead, he half-crossed his legs at the knees in a way he hoped looked masculine. It barely helped.
“But that’s traditional Law, and we are Reform Jews. We have more interest in the philosophical ideas the Rambam laid out in A Guide to the Perplexed…”
Xander felt a muscle flutter, and a few drops of pee crept into his quivering urethra and dribbled out one by one.
He couldn’t stand it. He slid his left hand between his legs and pressed it hard against his slit. It calmed the trembling inside, and he was able to make sure his pants were still dry. He looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Masks made it impossible to tell.
He kept two fingers against his urethra and fanned his legs. Fanned his legs. He’d allowed the bottom of his binder to ride up to where it wouldn’t graze his bloated stomach. Oh my God let me pee let me pee let me pee. He thought to run out and hide in some alcove and use the STP to piss in his water bottle, but then he remembered that he’d left his water bottle at school.
When Hebrew School ended 20 minutes later, he had trouble standing up. He was hurting. A few more drops of pee snuck out of him as he uprighted himself. Mr. Feinstein stopped by his desk: “Are you okay, young man?”
If he said no, that he had to pee so bad he could see through time, they’d take pity on him. Mr. Feinstein or someone else on staff would drive him to a MacDonald’s, or even point him to the bushes out back. But he was overcome by bravado once again. He told Mr. Feinstein that he was just tired, and went outside to wait for his ride.
A brisk wind had kicked up, and he shifted from foot to foot as the chill dried the sweat around his ears and squeezed his bladder sharply. He hoped that any observer would think he was cold. There were too many people around for him to run around back and use the bushes.
He spotted a downcast Rachel walking fast toward the back parking lot, accompanied closely by Rabbi Weiss. She had a hoodie that didn’t look like her style tied around her waist, and the cuffs of her jeans were damp. She’d probably wet herself in the quiet of the Temple library, the hissing of her pee loud in her ears as it cascaded down her shapely legs and darkened her pants. Had she felt relief, despite how embarrassing it was? Xander put a hand to where his bladder swelled beneath his waistband. It would be so nice, Xander thought, to empty himself, to stop the trembling and the leaking and the chilly-day misery of holding it. The Rambam himself said that Jews weren’t supposed to hold it in like this, and was wearing black jeans…but that was the worst thing he could do. He remembered what Zo had said about Danish masculinity: being a man is the opposite of being a boy. He wasn’t going to wet his pants if he could help it.
If he could help it.
Poor Paul.
But then his mom pulled up, interrupting this fatalist train of thought. He sprinted up to the passenger door of the van. His eight-year-old sister Jules was in the backseat, still wearing her soccer uniform.
He shut the passenger door, “drive, mom. Hurry. I have to pee.”
“Honey?”
“I have to pee, mom.”
“Couldn’t you go back in - “
“No time to explain, just take me home. I really, really have to pee. Please, mom.”
“Okay, sweetie.”
Unable to get comfortable, he crossed his legs at the top, no longer caring about how masculine it looked, and started bouncing.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah!”
“Are you going to pee your pants, Xander?” his sister asked in a sing-song scandalized-kid voice.
“No, no, shut up,” he said.
“Don’t tell your sister to shut up. You are an eighteen-year-old man.”
“Sorry, mom. Oof. Ah.”
He rubbed his knee, shook his foot. His mother was sympathetic, driving as fast as she reasonably could, but he still had to consider the possibility that he wouldn’t make it. Every acceleration and deceleration of the car made his bladder slosh and shift and hurt.
When they went over the speed bump on their way into their condo complex parking lot, a squirt of pee shot out of him. He could feel it dampening his boxers. He jumped as high as his seat belt would allow and buried his hands in his crotch.
“Mo-o-om!” He moaned.
“I’m going as fast as I can!”
“Xander’s gonna pee his pants! Xander’s gonna pee his pants!” Jules exclaimed.
“Quit it, Jules,” said his mother.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” he panted. He felt another substantial leak as they pulled into the parking space in front of their unit.
When he jumped out of the car, a spurt dampened the inseam of his jeans under his fingers. He had to take a moment bent over next to the car, gasping as his muscles cramped and shuddered under his stone-heavy bladder. He could hear his sister laughing as he staggered up the steps to where their mother was unlocking the front door.
As he started running through the front room, he could hear his mother continue to scold Jules, although the sound was distorted and muffled in his ears like a transmission from another reality.
When he got to the toilet, he wasn’t breathing properly or thinking clearly. He decided that the time necessary to turn around and pull his pants down was an impossible eternity. Instead, he positioned his STP. Let me pee let me pee let me pee. Now now now. After some frantic fumbling he parted his legs and felt the reservoir beckon beneath him.
Groaning, he released a stream of piss.
It was too fast, too heavy, too forceful. It almost knocked the device out of his hand. Within a second, the reservoir of the STP overflowed, and he felt hot pee brimming up to his slit and then spilling over, soaking his boxers all over again.
He tried to moderate the flow with his exhausted muscles, but his bladder responded with a fierce contraction, pushing fluid out at an even higher pressure that sent it rocketing into the STP and splashing back against his slit and phallus. He clenched hard, completely stopping the flow and taking the pain, his thighs shaking and jarring more pee out of the reservoir. He couldn’t cross his legs or slide his hands between them in this position, so it was pure willpower.
“Aughhh!” he cried, trying again to relax halfway. The attempt only caused another wave of cramps. He was either going to pee or he wasn’t.
In the struggle, he’d been holding the STP at too high an angle; he pointed the tip down reflexively. When he heard the stream from the exit hole hit the water in the toilet, it was too much. He surrendered.
“Ah…oh God, oh God. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
It felt so good. The relief spread through him, blurring his vision and weakening his knees.
The easy stream from the front of the device continued, incongruous to the furious spraying further back; he knew he was wetting himself, he could feel it pouring down his thighs, but he no longer cared.
He tilted his pelvis forward and pushed the overflowing silicon funnel more firmly against his slit, submerging his phallus in wet animal heat and sending torrents of pee down his legs and onto the floor.
“Ah, ah, ahh!”
It was the best feeling in the world.
He felt his stream slow to a trickle and then finally die down. He forced himself to breathe deeply as the STP device itself emptied a couple of seconds later. He was still shaking. His jeans were wet all the way down the legs and up the bottom, and his socks weren’t in any better shape. His white shoes would need to be washed, too, which was very inconvenient. There was a puddle on the floor underneath him. He estimated that at most a fourth of his pee had ended up in the toilet.
Fuck.
He knew he needed to clean up, but all he could do was stand there rocking dizzily. He felt something he had never felt before.
He hadn’t stopped sweating. His phallus was throbbing. A whole new urgency, a different biological imperative, overwhelmed him. He pulled down his pants, boxers, and harness and touched his genitals through his damp pubic hair. He found them puffy and extraordinarily sensitive. More sensitive than they had ever been. His phallus was protruding stiffly from its nest of tissue, yearning outward with a newfound aggression. Touching it almost made him panic from pleasure.
He pulled his footwear, pants and undergarments the rest of the way off and got into the shower, still wearing the sweater and panting against his binder; exposing his chest would ruin this, whatever it was. He lay down in the dry tub and spread his legs.
He threw his head back and closed his eyes as he began to rub his phallus with piss-soaked fingers.
“Unnnhhhhhhhh,” he sighed. He was jerking off. He’d never been able to do this without the mysterious wrongness of his own genitals killing his arousal. But now…
He braced his feet against the back of the shower and started thrusting his hips.
Yes, fuck.
There was a tension inside him like he felt going up the lift hills of roller coasters. Potential energy.
Chaotic flashing images: Rachel’s big tits pushing against her sweater, Timothee Chalamet’s pretty brooding face in the Dune trailer, Paul’s ass as he ran towards the woods, the shiny mouth of an unknown trans girl Insta model, Paul wetting his sweatpants, Rachel wetting her jeans…
“Yes, yes. Yes, God,” he whispered.
Potential energy. Potential energy. Potential energy.
It broke like a summer storm, and his mind went white and sparkling. He felt a jolt go through his phallus. A spurt of something burst from him just below it. He let out a small squeak, or a sob.
He looked up at the bathroom ceiling and the shower head in a daze.
Did I just come?
The first ejaculation. He’d read about it with confused envy in the male chapters of the puberty book his mother gave him when he was eleven. Sure, his was a slightly unconventional first ejaculation, and at the ripe old age of eighteen, and definitely shooting blanks, but it had happened. He’d jerked off and it had happened.
He reconsidered his judgment from a moment before about the best feeling in the world.
He sat up slowly. His ribs hurt as if he’d been running in his binder; he needed to get it off right away and take a shower.
He showered with the lights on, taking time to soap his legs and rinse his sore private parts. His whole body seemed to vibrate pleasantly. Some more Johnny Cash popped into his head - he tried to sing “A Boy Named Sue,” but his voice kept breaking all over the place.
After showering, he took his wet clothes to the laundry room. He couldn’t look his mother in the eye for multiple reasons.
Since she’d decided at the last minute to order pizza for everyone, dinner was postponed for awhile. He grabbed a sparkling water and an apple and went to his room. As loopy and tired as he felt, he wanted to get a few days’ jump on his Hebrew School homework.
He smiled as he arranged his desk. On a Saturday morning in about five months, he was going to go to Temple with his parents wearing a suit, a kippah (yarmulke), and tallis (prayer shawl), and Rabbi Weiss was going to invite him up to read from the Torah. Rabbi Weiss would announce “today, you are a man!” with more corny emphasis than usual, and his parents would applaud like crazy for this creature who had turned out to be their son on the day of his bar mitzvah.
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Ok, this is the first time i’m writing in a while. I designed this to be a short project, something made in response to @Jimmy Olsen ‘s request. Hopefully it’ll get the cobwebs dislodged so I can write again. I’m going fairly tame on this all things considered. Anyway, hope you all like it.
“Full week, eh.” Sarah said allowed as she read through the contract. “That’s the longest they’ve tested this on a human.” She signed her name as a smile crept across her face. Her hand shook in excitement. She thought, knew, she was lucky. One of the first people to test the Valhalla System out for this long. Far from a bad way to spend a spring break for a game dev major. They even got the beta for a MMO launch title ready for it.
She finished filling out her waiver before dropping it off at the front desk and heading back to the room they had set aside her her and a couple other female participants. She looked over seeing two other young women laid down in cushioned beds with visored helmets over their heads. “Damnit, they must have got in before me! I was hoping I’d be the first in, guess that’s what happens when you sleep in.” She grumbled.
She stepped behind a changing curtain and stopped her clothes off before changing into a hospital gown with a series of monitors built in, which she reasoned where there to measure vitals. She looked down and cringed as she saw the last thing she needed to put on. She lifted up the bulky white underwear they had provided for her. “Uggg, I know we’ll be under for a while but was this reeeealy necessary? I hope this sensory overwriting works because if I have to feel this between my legs for a week I’ll be pissed.” She chucked her a second as the last word left her mouth. “Literally.”
She slid the protective undergarment up her narrow legs up to her butt and pulled the tapes on the sides tight. She let out a annoyed exaltation and walked through the curtain, not bothering to push it aside with her hands. She reclined on the open bed and set the mounted helmet on her head before pressing a button and allowing her body to go limp. She felt a tingling sensation crawl across her body, moving from her toes to the base of her spine and moving from her extremities to the base of her neck. She felt her body going numb as the visor lit up with a pattern of lights displaying a boot up message. Before she could open her mouth, she felt her body drift into what felt like a deep sleep.
Once her eyes adjusted, she found herself floating in a black void with a monitor in front of her. “Wow, they weren’t kidding, that was fucking crazy.” She said out loud. She looked at the screen in front of her, examining the information coming into view.
Character creation
Gender: 🚺
Skin Color: 3
Hair Color: Auburn 12
Physique Settings
She looked the character over, it was all in all pretty similar to her. Same pale white skin, same reddish hair, almost identical body proportions, somewhat to her dismay as she usually likes to add a few inches in hight and tone down her waist line. “Looks like our avatars default to looking like we do. Well, time to change that.”
She reached over to the top gender slider to swipe it over, only to be greeted with a error message.
”Option disabled during testing phase to avoid bio-synchronicity issues.”
”Bull!” She said with a pout. She made a habit of playing as men in most multiplayer games to avoid some past annoyances related to playing a female avatar, mostly people looking for a internet girlfriend or take the meme of no women existing on the Internet too seriously. “Well, might as well tweak the rest then.”
She adjusted her hair color to the most anime shade of cobalt blue available before moving down to body proportions, starting with increasing her height.
”Option disabled during testing phase to avoid-“
”Oh not this crap again, is there anything I can change!” She moved down through the various sliders, reducing her weight, increasing her tit size to its maximum, and setting as many other sliders to 69 as she possibly could, resulting in a comical monstrosity. “Nice. But really this might get kinda annoying to play as for a week… But I would get a lot of retweets if I play as a 6ix9ine for a week…” She pondered the mater for another few minutes before continuing. “Do it for the memes.” She mumbled before hitting continue. The screen transitioned to a full body shot in a neutral lighting and room with a message displayed before.
”Is this right?”
She looked below to a option to make last minute alterations. “On second thought, I can’t post screenshots, no one would believe me. And my back hurts just looking at that… Sorry Twitter, no memes today.”
She hit the button below her avatar which brought her a second smaller customizations screen. She hit the button to restore to default, causing it to revert to a black haired girl with a long ponytail. “What the heck?” She looked through the settings to see it had reverted to a different stock character, one that had been used in test footage. She checked the hight, 6’1”, a full 6 inches taller than her. A smile crept across her face. “A glitch me thinks, that’s what happens when you hire a Bethesda programmer.” She looked up to the gender slider again. She hit the button, causing her avatar to swap to a similarly proportioned man. She then her the back button, causing it to revert to the original character creation screen, this time with hight and gender locked in relation to the default male character.
”Well, isn’t this a surprise. We are suppose to find glitches after all, and this is too good a opportunity to pass up.” She worked through the various sliders, remaking her usual MMO avatar, a old OC by the name of Loptyr, a tall blue haired husbando with a swimmers body, scars on his chest, and a massive… Her eyes went wide when she got to the bottom to see a option marked “developer locked settings” She curiously clicked on it to see a list of sliders marked with null values showing a warning marked “invalid data source”. She scrolled through them. “Penis length, width, testicle… why do they need this? It’s probably something that’s supposed to pull off the vitals for the user, probably available because they can’t pull a valid value for them off me. Better set these to default… except this. If i’m gonna to playing a guy, might as well be packing heat. Set that too max.”
She hit continue twice, causing the screen to vanish and her body to light up before she blacked out again. She came too leaning on the back of a cart in a wintery landscape. “Hey, you. You’re finally awake.”
”Oh fuck this!” She shouted at the top of her lungs before standing up and falling out of the cart. She smashed a dialog box floating in front of her titled skip tutorial. “Fuck you Tod, and fuck these Skyrim references!” She suddenly found her body flickering in light before being teleported and stumbling into the street. “I’m making note of gross meme necrophilia in my…” her voice trailed off as she looked around. The mountainous winter backdrop from before had been replaced by a shoreside town flanked by a expansive plane and a towering mountain. “Wow, this really does look better than the trailers.”
She walked towards a tavern nearby, her balance being slightly thrown off by her new hight and distribution of weight. She stumbled through the tavern doors and sat down. The table had a paper menu sitting near her seat with a ordering UI built in. She ran her finger across it, trying to figure out how to place a order. “How does this work?” She thought to herself.
”You need to bring up the item management UI, then you can interact with hidden UIs in items.” Sarah looked up to see a busty short girl with long black hair, dressed in a set of simple armor that was obvious low level but markedly better than the starting gear everyone else has. “It’s a bit unintuitive, but you get the hang of it.”
”Oh right, the HUD, I knew that.” She swiped her finger to the side, expecting a display to appear. The girl across from her mover the thumb and two front fingers of her left hand into a Y and turned it clockwise. Sarah mimicked the motion, causing a interface to appear in from of her. “Thanks, I-“
”Skipped the tutorial.” Interrupted the other girl. “You and everyone else, it’s annoying but pretty important.” She extended her hand in a handshake. “You can call me Eeve. What’s your name?”
”Oh it’s… Loptyr.” Sarah said, surprised that the UI didn’t show their user names. “Thanks for the help Eeve.” She took note of how her voice was being filtered to a slightly deeper tone, probably something to do with the settings she haphazardly adjusted before.
”No problem, I’ve been here since late last night, one of the first people to log in. So I’ve been helping people a bit.”
Sarah ordered some soda and chips, surprised the starting gold she had didn’t decrease. “Huh, I would have figured they would nickel and dime us.”
”They want to test out of food and drink engine, make sure everything tastes the same for everyone. Plus the feeding tubes they added to the helmet only work when you eat or drink something in game.
”Wait, feeding tubes?” Sarah said with a grimace.
”This system wasn’t made to run this long. Some body systems can’t be overwritten that easy, eating, drinking, and… related systems are still tied to our physical body. So if you’re hungry or thirsty that means you really are.”
”I guess that makes sense.” Sarah said, thinking back to the diaper they made them wear.
A NPC waitress brought her the food she ordered, along with some other beverages she clicked on absentmindedly while talking. “So, do they actually purée this food and feed it to us or…” she said while she started drinking the soda, which had a familiar and oddly realistic taste.
”No, it’s just water and a protean shake. The Valhalla overrides our sense of taste. It just can’t cover up hunger or thirst for safety reasons. They will force feed you even you get dehydrated, but tying everything to actual sensations mostly prevents that from happening.”
”Huh, in retrospect I probably should have read the brochure a bit closer.”
”That’s not included, I just know this because my dad works on the project. But it’s probably better not to talk IRL.”
”Yeah, you’re right. Hey, you’re pretty high level for this early in the game. What are the best spots for grinding?” Sarah asked, finishing her soda and starting on a apple cider. She fully intended to at least try everything she had in front of her.
”Oh, this game isn’t that grind friendly in the beta, first quest completion rewards are the fastest way to level. I’ve done every quest in the beta that they’ve turned on at least once, that’s why my level is so-“ she trailed off as her mouth hung open and her head moved around as if there was a synching issue. She coughed and hacked loudly for a few seconds. “That- that’s why you don’t cough want to cough to wait to long to drink anything! They pour a bunch of water in and cough your brain thinks it’s cough drowning!”
”Are you ok!” Sarah yelled.
”I’m fine just, just a little winded. I haven’t had time to sit down and drink anything today so the machine made me!” Eeve said with a unsettlingly calm face.
”Uhhh… that’s good.” Sarah said with a creeped out expression.
”If you want I can help you level up, I’d like to have someone else my level to team up with. You need teams to take on some trial quests.”
“That sounds fun!” Sarah said with a smile, downing the last of the drinks she had from before. “Let’s get going, what’s a good starter quest?”
”You have a fire Mage’s starting kit so the water weird is a good bet.”
”Ok, let’s go!”
The two of them finished their food before hopping on a pair of riding birds and running for the forest near the edge of town. They hopped off and walked once they got to the tree line. “Let’s follow the river, that leads to the pound where it lives.” Eeve said.
Sarah looked around, taking in the smells of the pine trees, the look of the sun filtering through the canopy, and the sound of the brook flowing neat to them. She felt a slight uncomfortable twinge flowing from her lower stomach and a small twitch in her pants as muscles she had never felt before twitched to control the impulses flowing through her. “Yeah, that water is making its way through my system now. Man this feels weird, I’ve never felt quite like… this before. Maybe I should find a tree to square be- Shit!” She thought to herself. “How do guys even… I mean I know how they, but how do they… Ughhh I’ll just have to hold it till I get back and go in the bathroom.” She stumbled along feeling her pants pull tight as muscles she had never used or felt before twitched and pulled against the building tide, like a dam trying to hold against a shifting river.
”Are you ok?” Eeve asked.
”Huh, yeah, why do you ask?” Sarah asked nervously.
”You’re just walking weird, I was making sure everything was fine.”
”Yeah… let’s just kill this thing and head back.” Sarah said as she adjusted her posture to cover up her quickly growing discomfort.
The two of them continued until they got to a lake near a loud waterfall crashing down the side of a cliff. They saw a large water snake lashing around its surroundings. “Ok, let’s go.” Eeve yelled as a massive greatsword taller than her body appeared in her hand. She charged in and slashed at the creature.
Sarah produced a flaming sword in her hand and shouted a command. “Igni!” A ball of fire erupted from her hands and smashed into the aqueous monster. The battle continued back and forth for a few minutes before the serpentine river lashed out and grabbed Sarah, swimming her into the wall. She yelled out in a dulled pain before Eeve slashed the creature in two, ending it and granted the two of them a generous sum of XP.
Sarah fell to the land, feeling her shirt damp from contact with the monster. “Thanks for that, my spacing was sloppy, I should have known it’s reach was that far.”
”It’s fine, let’s just get back, the dangerous stuff spawns at night and it’s getting late.”
”Ok-“ Sarah stood up as another wave of desperation flowed through her. She let out a gasp as the unusual muscles in her crotch stood to attention, trying to stop a burst to her dam. Her hands instinctively rushed for her crotch.
”Are you sure you’re ok?” Eeve asked with the first look of genuine emotion she had given all evening.
”Yeah, just… I think I need to drain my pipes is all.” Sarah said trying to stand straight and disguise her desperation.
”Oh, then just… go. I’ll turn around if you want me to-“
”No- it’s just… I… well…” Sarah trailed off trying to think of a way to explain her situation.
”Oh… you found that glitch didn’t you, the only that bypasses the gender lock.”
”Oh, you know about that? I thought I was the only one who found it.” Sarah said with a look of embarrassment.
”Yeah, let me help, just drop your pants a little, there’s a tree right there. Eeve said printing to a tall oak she had fallen near.
Sarah gulped, realizing that her hopes of holding it till she got back where nonexistent and her chance of holding it until she could get privacy were even worse. Something about playing with different equipment had scrambled her brain and made holding it much more difficult. Had she been in her normal body this would be fine, but she could feel her muscles giving in as they spoke. “Ok, just help me undo this belt, I can’t hold it much longer.”
Eeve reached around and undid Sarah’s belt, dropping her pants to her knees. She helped her to the tree and turned around. “Just brace yourself against the tree and pretend i’m not here. Oh, and think of running water.”
Sarah put host hands against the tree, slowing a stream to shoot from her unfamiliar virtual manhood. The stream quickly went haywire, splashing against her legs and pants. She quickly stanched the flow, causing a small pain to shoot from her new penis. “Ow, ow, why does it hurt! And how do I stop it from splashing?”
”You're suppose to hold it, hold it with your other hand and aim.” Eeve said as she looked around.
”Oh, right. Sorry.” Sarah wrapped her hand around her impressively long member and exhaled as the stream resumed, staining the side of the tree with clear urine that had been brewing inside her for the past few hours. “Ahhhhhh. Thanks. That feels so much better. Hey I know we aren’t suppose to discuss IRL but do you have a little brother or some-“
Her monologue cut off as she looked behind her to see Eeve grabbing her crotch and bouncing up and down in a familiar potty dance. “Listen can you repay the favor, this is the first time I’ve had to pee since I got here and I have no idea how this works…” She said in a pitiful whimper. “I think it’s about to come out.”
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“They really underestimated how long it would take people to complete these quests, huh.” It had been a interesting three days for Sarah, she had killed water elementals, ice tigers, flying squids, and a disappointingly small list of other monsters. And now…
”Yeah, I was done day one and since then this drip feed of new quests has been boring.” Eeve said with a frown before sitting down on a snow covered rock.
for whatever reason the developers had taken every care to get the program up and running for a week long test but left the list of content woefully lacking. Since the small list of quests available at the start the company has been releasing a single new monster every day. Eeve and Loptyr had hit the modest level cap of 15 on the first day here and crafting materials were basically useless for mages and assassins, a oversight typical of this glitch ridden playtest. “Uhhg, I thought this would be exciting but VR grass and realistic wet shoe simulations get boring after a while. Give us a damn boss already!”
”It doesn’t help that the map design here is boring. I’ve had more fun in my bedroom than these woods today.” Eeve paused for a second before blushing as their eyes shot wide open. “No I mean-“
Sarah laughed. “Relax, that was funny. You really think the first thing I did once I was alone wasn’t to stick this dick in everything I could? I only got this for a week, i’m going to try it out while I can.” She leaned back on a tree before brushing some snow off her avatar’s virtual blue hair.
”No, I mean I was using the physics tester, that thing that lets you take models of things you’ve killed and post them. I was playing around with that a lot last night.” Eeve looked down in embarrassment. “It just came out all weird.”
”Oh. I need to try that out.” Sarah looked around the landscape. “But come on , seriously, you can’t say you haven’t been trying out that new equipment of yours. You don’t have to pretend, everyone who spends enough time on the net becomes a pervert.”
”Don’t you think this is a little weird to talk about?” Eeve said looking away and moving their legs close together. “It’s not like we know each other that well.”
”Exactly. We’re anonymous. I wouldn’t share my weird fetishes with anyone I knew in real life. People are their most honest when you can’t see their face. Besides, we’ve seen each other pantsless, that has to count for something.” Sarah shifted her posture again and looked behind her. “Speaking of which, hold on, I haven’t had a change to try spelling my name yet.” She moved to the far side of the tree she was leaning on before dropping her pants and leaning back. With a loud sigh she grabbed her loaner penis and started her abrupt calligraphy.” Hissssss
”I guess that makes sense.” Eeve shoved their hands between their legs and started rubbing their thighs together. “To be honest i haven’t exactly jerked- rubbed off since I got here.”
”Really?” Sarah said while she moved her feet apart. “Why?”
”Well, to be honest… I tried but it just felt kind of awkward. I couldn’t really get into the mood.”
Sarah’s stream came to an end at a frustratingly incomplete r. “Damn it, Lopty. I knew I shouldn’t have tried cursive.”
”Hey, I think i’m heading back.” Eeve stood up, crossing their legs.
”Why, I thought we were going to finish this map? It’s the only achievement left until tomorrow.” Sarah said, pulling her pants up.
”I… I need to pee.” Eeve said with a uncharacteristic embarrassment.
Sarah had noticed up to this point that her teammate had done a good job staying in character for the most part, but he clearly had trouble with this sort of thing. “Why don’t you just go behind a tree or something?”
”I don’t like crouching outside, it doesn’t like to come out.” Eeve rubbed their legs together again.
”I guess, that makes sense, I kind of had trouble peeing standing when I was learning how to do it, I guess it’s the opposite for you. Took me weeks to get comfortable with it.”
”Yeah, besides I have trouble keeping my balance so I should just… wait, weeks? We’ve been here for three days?” Eeve said with confusion.
”Oh, that… I taught myself that irl. I went through a phase when I was a teenager where I was really into-“
”I don’t need to know specifics.” Eeve interrupted.
”Hiking, I was really into hiking because a guy I had a crush on was a outdoorsy type. I stumbled on on one of those page 5 of google articles about it. I know you like in character talk but we sort of ran out of game related stuff to talk about yesterday.”
”Oh. I didn’t know you could do that.” Eeve said with a look of surprise.
”Yep. If it’s just about the crouching vs standing thing, I could show you.”
”I- I mean, really?” Eeve said shifting their weight from foot to foot. “I guess, I think I’ll need to go before I get back anyway, I’ve been holding it since we left ten hours ago.”
”Ok, hike up your skirt.” Sarah said taking a step forward.
”Why!?”
”I don’t exactly have the anatomy for a demo. Besides it’s not actually your body anyway, think of it like sharing a R34 commission of a OC.”
Eeve blushed and pulled their skirt up with one hand and pulled their panties down with another. “Ok, just show me what to do.”
Sarah made an upside down V with her left hand and placed it in front of her crotch. “Do your fingers like this and pull your labia up and back.”
”Like this?”
”No, pull it back more.”
”This way?”
”No your just pressing down… want me to do it for you so you can see how to do it?” Sarah said taking another step forward.
”Sure.” Eeve said abruptly and almost too enthusiastically.
Sarah stepped behind Eeve and put her hand down to their crotch before pulling their folds open.
”I thought girls were suppose to be gentle with this sort of thing!” Eeve said back.
”Just do your fingers like this, make sure to hold it like this and push hard, otherwise, you’ll get your underwear wet.” Sarah said with a smile.
”Like this?” Eeve said moving both hands down to take over for Sarah, letting their skirt flop down.
”Yeah but you need to keep your skirt out of the way. I’ll take care of that.” Sarah grabbed Eve’s skirt and pulled it up to their stomach. “Now, just, well, go.”
Eeve squinted and exhaled, trying to force a stream. “I’m a little pre shy, give me a second.”
”Let me fix that.” Sarah said before pushing her hand into Eeve’s abdomen.
A squeal quickly turned into a moan of relief as a loud hiss escaped Eeve’s body. “Aaaahhhhhhhh.” Eeve sighed as the lake forming in their body had finally found an escape. Their body shifted slightly? Causing Sarah to look down.
”What you you doing?”
”Hey you can spell your name can’t you? Might as well give it a shot.” Eeve said giving it their best attempt at spelling a name. “You used a lot of hentai logic there.”
”And you played into it. Sooo… you want to follow through on that.” Sarah asked with a blushing trying to sound smooth.
”I am feeling a little pent up, maybe you can help me with the whole awkwardness thing. And it would be a shame to not try this out at least.” Eeve said with a grunt, desperately trying not to get their clothing wet.
Eeve’s stream finally came to an end before they pulled their underwear up before turning around. I guess there’s a cave back there if you want to go weird with it. Eeve said with a blush trying not to make things too awkward for two horny minds to reject.
”Ok Ethan.” Sarah said trying to hide her excitement.
”Wait, Ethan how did you know my-“ Eeve looked back to see the name they had spelled. “Damnit!”
Sarah slapped her forehead. “Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Don’t blow it now!” She said to herself in her mind. “Hey sorry lets just forget that Eeve!”
”No, it’s ok. It’s cold out anyway, let’s just finish the map and go back. Let’s talk about this later or something.” Eeve said with a look of embarrassment.
”Damnit Damnit Damnit Damnit! You idiot! You can’t even get another weirdo to do cyber sex!” Sarah yelled in her mind. “Ok.” |
A/N: Written for omorashi day of Kinktober!
Benimaru has to piss. Truth be told, he’s not even sure how long he has had to at this point, only aware of the fact that it’s getting way past the point of simply being irritating, and starting to move into the territory of being urgent. He hates that he often finds himself in situations like this, and does everything he can to avoid them, whenever that is possible. Unfortunately, it’s often not possible to avoid completely, and he often finds himself hurrying to the bathroom at what feels like the last possible second, bladder aching from how long he has been forced to hold on.
He has never actually been pushed to his limits, though, and he’d like to think that’s because he’s got a hell of a lot of endurance. It wouldn’t do for someone with his reputation for strength to have such a weak bladder, after all, and he knows that training that sort of thing just comes with the territory of training in general. In that way, it is rather discouraging that he still finds himself struggling with desperation on busy days, but he can’t help it when he has a million and one things to do, and no one will leave him the hell alone long enough to take a break.
Which, of course, he could always just tell them that he’s going to take a piss, be right back. That would be easy enough, and the majority of the people he spends his time with make their excuses just like that all the time. It really makes no sense for him to be so damn shy about it, but he is. That is how he has found himself in this position once again, after a hectic day of dealing with putting another old friend to rest, and the aftermath of that festival, where he can’t seem to catch a break no matter what he does.
The fight went on way longer than it should have, possibly because he already had to piss before it even started, and that threw him off, but he knows that’s no excuse to get sloppy. Now, he’s been helping fix things up, always with someone working at his side, chatting away, and he can never bring himself to try and take his leave. He’s getting really frustrated, barely able to hold still, and even when he is able to leave one project for another, there are always those stopping him on the way, making it hard for him to slip off.
Everyone wants to talk to him, giving him things and thanking him and inviting him places. That’s how it is every day of his life and he’s more than used to it, even if he doesn’t get why they all adore him so much. It just becomes a huge pain in the ass when he needs to pee, and perhaps that is part of the reason he does not want to let onto that little weakness, even if it’s one that everyone has. He doesn’t think he deserves his position or all of this respect, and he feels like he would be making a fool of himself by showing that he, just like everyone else, has that sort of need.
As irrational as it is, he still can’t shake that thought, and can’t rid himself of that anxiety.
All day long, he’s run ragged, the throbbing in his bladder putting him in a worse and worse mood. No one ever seems to notice when he’s more short with them than normal, never put off by any irritation because that’s just how he is. But all the while, he is struggling with the tortuous throbbing of his bladder, never able to stand still for long, yet struggling with each step, worried that he’s going to leak.
Again.
The fact that he’s leaked at all is humiliating enough, and now, he’s starting to worry that he really might get pushed past his limits. No matter what, he can’t let that happen; that would surely be enough to ruin him, far worse than simply taking a break, not stopping when someone calls out to him. He knows that, and still he can’t bring himself to just do it. His hands tremble at his sides, and Benimaru, for all his strength and supposed charisma, has no idea what he’s supposed to do.
“Just the man I was looking for!”
He wants to groan when he hears that, but stifles it when he sees that it’s Konro. If anyone would be able to pick up on a subtle shift like that, it’s the man who had a hand in bringing him up. And, if there’s anyone Benimaru wants to look strong in front of, it’s Konro, and not just because he wants to make his former teacher proud. No, it goes a lot deeper than that, and he really hates to think about that, not sure what he’s supposed to do with those feelings.
To make a long story short, he wants to avoid Konro now more than anyone else, and forces himself to keep his composure.
“What do you need?” he asks, glad that he can at least keep the strain out of his voice.
“Nothing much, just come with me really quick,” Konro replies, throwing an arm around him to start to guide him away. He’s being uncharacteristically boisterous, but Benimaru doesn’t have much of a chance to question that. The slight jostling as Konro moves him along makes him spring another leak, and he winces, praying that Konro doesn’t notice.
“Where, exactly, are you taking me?”
Konro lowers his voice, only audible to Benimaru, as he says, “Somewhere where you can get a little privacy. Honestly, Waka, you’ve got to stop pushing yourself like that.”
He can feel his face turning red, the heat of his humiliation hitting him all at once. Konro can tell? He’s been able to tell before? He knows how bad Benimaru is struggling right now, and knows that it’s a struggle more often than he would ever want to admit?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” he mumbles, not even able to make his lie sound convincing.
“Just shut up and stop being so damn stubborn. If there’s one thing I wish you hadn’t picked up from him…” Konro mumbles, shaking his head. “I know you’ve got this image you feel like you need to protect, but I don’t think anyone’s going to have that shattered if they find out their destroyer goes to the bathroom like everyone else.”
“Would you keep your voice down?!” he snaps, before biting his lip. Things just keep getting more and more embarrassing for him, and the bathroom still seems so far away. How could he have let this happen?
“You think this rowdy bunch can hear me over their own mouths? Don’t worry,” he reassures him. Dropping his voice once again, he adds, “You’re gonna be okay. I didn’t mean to sound so harsh, just…I worry about you. I wasn’t saying anything before because I didn’t want to embarrass you, but today it didn’t seem like it was going to end, and I know you’d rather be embarrassed with me than anyone else.”
Benimaru isn’t sure if that’s true or not. All he can bring himself to say is, “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it. Come on, we’re almost there.”
They’re almost there, alright, but he isn’t sure if he can take much more of this. He keeps briefly losing control, barely able to regain it, and soon, he’s going to start showing evidence of that. Fortunately, they’re moving inside the guardhouse now, completely empty since everyone is taking part in the construction efforts outside. Unfortunately, Konro has not let go of him, still leading him along, increasing his humiliation more by the second.
“I’m sorry, I just…I just…” He can’t help it anymore, he has to let a hand drop down between his legs. Though he would like to say he can’t remember the last time he was pushed to this point, that he must have been a very small child, he knows that he often finds himself resorting to this when the bathroom door shuts behind him, just to take the last few steps towards relief without losing out at the last second. The fact that he’s already doing this and is not even in the bathroom yet is no more lost on him than the fact that Konro is watching him.
“It’s alright, you’re almost there.” To make matters worse, he’s speaking to him like a little kid, urging him on with a gentle, comforting voice. Benimaru would seriously rather be anywhere but here, preferably just dead so that he could forever escape this humiliation. He isn’t sure how he will live this down, how he will make Konro forget it, but as long as he can make it-
He doesn’t.
All at once, he has to stop, even though he urges himself to keep going. All at once, he can feel that last bit of control slip, and then it’s all over for him. No matter what he does, he can’t stop the sudden surge of hot piss, feeling like it explodes out of him, the force is so great. After so many slight spurts, it is clear that those were nothing compared to this, and before he can take another step forward, he has lost control completely, slumping forward, frozen in disbelief as he fully pisses himself, with Konro’s arm still over his shoulders.
“Beni?” By the time Konro processes what is happening, a puddle is already growing at their feet. Benimaru’s shoulders begin to shake, because of course he has to add insult to injury, of course he has to make himself look even more like a helpless child. “Hey, are you crying?”
“What the hell do you think?!” he snaps, his voice breaking. Only now does his stream finally slow to a stop, the damage already done, the evidence in the massive stain on his pants and the puddle on the floor. “Just…just leave me alone, let me handle this! I’m not some helpless kid, so I can…I can handle it alone…”
“Whoa there, who said anything about you being a helpless kid?” Konro takes on a stern tone, moving so that Benimaru is directly in front of him, forcing him to look up at him. “This didn’t happen because you’re some helpless kid, Waka. Far from it. I think you might be a stubborn idiot, and I might be a little mad you’d push yourself this far over trying to look tough for everyone, but more than that, I’m just worried about you. That’s why I wanted to help you and try and prevent this, and, no, I’m not going to leave you alone when you clearly don’t need that.”
“But I…but I…” He’s never been good at figuring out what to say to one of Konro’s lectures. All he can do is hang his head, and when he does, Konro claps a hand on his shoulder.
“You’re still tougher than anyone I know. This doesn’t change that. And, hey, at least it’s just the two of us in here, right? You know your secrets are always safe with me,” he says. Though it isn’t much comfort to Benimaru, he has to admit that it is better to share this secret with Konro, if it has to be someone. Still, if he could choose, he would choose to have no one know about this. He would choose to take this to his grave.
“It’s…it’s never happened before, and I’m going to make sure it never happens again,” is all he can bring himself to say, painfully aware of how stupid it sounds after it’s already out. “So you don’t have to worry about me.”
“I’m always gonna worry about something, but alright, I’ll hold you to that. But just know, even if you can’t bring yourself to take those breaks in front of the others, you don’t ever have to hide it from me, and if you need help with an excuse, just give me a look. I’ll help you out,” Konro promises. Though he hopes it never comes to that again, Benimaru feels a bit better knowing that he can count on Konro for that.
He still feels humiliated, and knows he might not ever be able to fully recover from this blow to his ego, but Konro’s comfort has done a lot to help him. That being said, that does make things worse in a way, because it only further strengthens his feelings, even though he’s sure this has set him back in terms of making any real progress there.
“You go get changed and I’ll get this cleaned up before anyone comes in here,” Konro says, and Benimaru nods, turning to head off. Just before he leaves, though, the older man chuckles and speaks up again. “But I wouldn’t say it’s never happened before. I remember this one time when you were a kid-”
“Shut the hell up, old man!”
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Do you like spooky stories?
I do. But in the same way I like spicy food, I know that there are risks.
Sometimes I get so involved in reading horror stories I manage to actually spook myself - you know the feeling? When you're worried that, at any moment, something scary's gonna happen?
Well - I managed to induce that in myself tonight. I'd been up until...about 3am I think? Just reading horror stories online. A couple creepy-pastas, some urban legends, watched some horror videos - in fact I've really dived into that whole analogue horror thing. You know the type, with VCRs and old TV recordings.
The video that seemed to spook me most was Local58's video, Weather Service.
It's really well done - and if you like horror, I fully recommend it - the whole channel really.
I'd watched it right before noticing that it was already 3am on a sunday night - right before a 9am lecture the next day.
Lying here now in bed, I'm sort of realising that horror's not the best idea - especially on a rainy night. Alone. In a relatively new flat.
That line - DO NOT LOOK AT THE MOON.
That gave me chills the second I saw it. I knew then that I might have overdone it on the horror for the night. And now...I need the loo.
Before getting into bed I'd closed the curtains, and I'm a little embarassed to say I made a point of not looking at the moon again. I knew it was a full moon too, as if it needed to be any spookier. Though by this time I'm sure you wouldn't be able to see it, it's raining gently outside.
Now, lying in bed and hoping I can get some amount of sleep before class and facing away from the window (Yes I know, I'm a wuss, thank you), I'm realising that I shouldn't have had so much tea.
Don't tell me tea will keep me awake by the way - it doesn't. I don't know why, but it never has. Hell, too much of it makes me tired.
It might be warm in bed, but I don't feel too comfortable. Not just my increasingly noticeable bladder, but mentally too. Noises are making me jump - the wind, my flatmate in the kitchen, people in the street, or that cursed railway just outside. I'd - and don't tell anyone this - I'd made a literal yelping sound when a freight train had gone past barely minutes ago, and I'd pulled the covers up just a little closer to my nose.
Perhaps I should have left the light on - it's a lot scarier in the dark. There's...something ghostly by my door. Am I seeing things or...oh no, that's just my coat. I don't usually leave that there.
But then I also don't usually get this spooked either.
My bladder's become an issue though...It's full.
Not just a bit full, but I'm lying in bed, one hand holding the blanket to my face, the other one wedged between my legs, squashed between the fabric of my PJ shorts. I'm twisting my hips under the covers, trying to make myself more comfortable, trying to deny how bad it is. I can make it to the morning, I'm sure - I just need to fall asleep. I've never wet the bed before, and I'm not going to start now. I hope.
Or I should say - I've never wet the bed in my sleep. No I will not be going into detail.
But...lying here right now? I know I won't be able to get to sleep. I have to use the toilet, and it's getting worse. Normally lying down makes it a bit easier. And besides, I've got to bed with a fairly full bladder a number of times. The bathroom's only outside my door anyway, and there's a spare one upstairs. One time, before I'd moved to the flat for university - back home in other words - I'd managed to make it through the whole night after going to sleep with a decently full bladder. I'd woke up the next morning - I think because of how bad I had to pee, because it was earlier than I usually wake up - then tried making it to the toilet. After, you know, spending a good ten minutes on twitter. I did have to get out of bed because of how bad it was...but then my brother had been in the shower, we didn't have a second bathroom...I panicked, went back into my room.
And then by the time he'd got out, I didn't need to use the toilet any more. Instead I needed to use the washing machine and some carpet cleaner.
I...really should get up and pee. I can feel the solid lump of bladder with my wrist - I'm having to be careful how I hold myself. My hand is pushed into my body with my arm at an awkward angle cause if I bash it against my belly - Ow! Yeah, like that - I know it's just gonna get worse.
And...it's getting worse. Every minute, it gets worse. The pressure inside, like a whole ocean being held back by a shaky dam. The bathroom's only out side, like I say, but...
I can't get out of bed! I can't - I'm...spooked. Too scared. Don't laugh!
Every noise is putting me on edge, my eyes are darting around, trying to find the source each time. After the initial jump, I can usually tell what it was - maybe the drier in the kitchen (I don't know who does laundry at 3am. Strike that. I have done and will probably do so again), or the outside world, or...that one's another train. You should hear it with the window open...
I did try getting out of bed. I'd slid one leg out from the covers...only to retract it when I heard some other noise. And my leg got cold. Also...because I was too scared to put it on the floor. What if the boogyman grabbed it!?
Yeah - I know there won't really be one...but my mind keeps going 'but what if there is? Or if there's someone in the hallway? Or - worst of all - what if there are spiders!'
Just the thought makes me screw my eyes up and snuggle down deeper into the covers...but once I get still again all I can feel is my bladder. Well, that and scared. But...mostly my bladder now, I have to be honest.
There's no way I'll be getting to sleep moving around like this - my legs are writhing under the covers in a pedalling like I'm on some desperate unicycle. I can't bring my legs up too high though - the pressure just gets worse. I'm starting to hurt my hand from the pressure exerted by each thigh, pushing my fingers inward. I tried putting my hand in a fist, but it doesn't hold as well - you know? No, right now I need all my fingers on the front line...cause I think I'm gonna lose this battle.
It's really starting to get to be too much though...I can feel sweat beads forming on my head, and I can hardly breath normally and...oh no. I just felt...you know those shivers you get? Like when you really have to go? Those shivers are usually my wake up call if I'm playing a game, or reading something - they mean I have mere minutes to get up and to a toilet. They mean that using the toilet will feel great - but they mean I have...minutes maybe.
I let out an unintentional moan. It's too hard to hold it, I have to get up and go!
Again, my leg slides from under the covers and into the cold night air. The sound of rain against the window glass is becoming increasingly loud...just like...in the movies. Oh god. I can't do it - I can't get out of bed! It's always on rainy nights that something really scary happens! My mind flashes back to the videos I'd watched earlier that day. The image of Nature's Mockery - a sort of monster from the youtube channel Gemini - flashed through my mind. The long tendrils...the unnatural movements...the noises.
What if there was one outside?
My leg slides back under the pillows, and it's like my bladder knew there and then that I wasn't getting up. A second shiver - something I don't often feel - something I'd felt when my brother was in the shower. It really was now or never. I can feel my bladder even now - it's like the contents are getting ready to move. I can feel it pulsing slightly...I can feel it sticking out in my belly. I know if I looked down I'd even be able to see it - but I daren't move the covers too much, in case I make myself too visible...I really need to stop watching horror before bed!
It's getting too much now. The sweat is running off my forehead in beads and onto my pillow. I'm whimpering audibly, and I can hardly move my legs any more than rhythmically tensing my thighs and hoping...Oh no.
The first...leak. It seeps out of me and I can feel it immediately on my fingers. The fabric of my shorts changes texture and warms up suddenly. A bead of...I don't want to admit it - A bead of urine runs down my cheek and onto the matress. I moan again, clenching the blanket with my free hand. I have to get up now, I have to get out of bed now. But...I can't.
I gaze longingly at the door - worried that it could open at any second. I - OH GOD WHAT WAS THAT NOISE
It...It's my flatmate going back into their room. My body ran cold the second I heard his door opening - there's no way I can get out of bed!
But...If I don't...
Another bead has escaped me, following the same path as the first. Again I feel it push through between my middle and index finger, coating them with a short-lived warmth that then trails onto my matress. Now I can feel the texture of the matress beneath my backside. It's infinitely harder to hold now - my body's already begun to weaken, the dam holding the river back is beginning to crack...and I can't stop breathing so loudly! Each breath comes with it's own little moan - even biting into the blanket isn't helping now. I screw my eyes up tighter than ever and prepare for the inevitable...But I won't be letting it go. No, I'll hold to the last moment. My last stand against -
T-that!
I hear a high-pitched squeak come out my mouth as my bladder just...tenses! It's doing it's own thing now! I-I-I didn't tell it to do that!
It's - It's doing it again! Oh no, oh no no no...
Hng!
Something warm spurts out of me. The rain outside begins to die down a little now, but the rain inside...it's just beginning. It's just one...spurt - but it feels like so much more. My shorts immediately heat up and begin to cling to my skin between my legs. The tiny wet patch of matress feels suddenly warmer and larger...and I felt the whole spurt just go through my fingers like I was washing my hands.
And then the rain stops.
It falls silent, aside from my shallow and rapid breathing, accompanied by the occasional moan. Once again I can feel my bladder getting ready to pulse, and then -
No! I - Stop it!
It's not stopping! No no NO NO NO NONONO!
Pee begins erupting out of me - erratically surging and dropping in pressure as I fight back with every inch of strength I can muster up. Without the rain I can hear the hiss, hear the trickle! I can feel the jet as it surges into my palm through the fabric of my shorts. Each breath I draw in sees the stream surge in strength, as if the air entering my lungs is pushing directly onto my bladder! I have to stop it! I have to hold it! I push my fingers against myself and strain my muscles to hold back!
And...it works! The stream stops. The air falls silent again. I can feel tears lining the bottom of my eyes...and a different warm fluid coating my hand. I draw one leg up and hear my shorts squish. For a brief moment...it's fine.
I'm wide awake now, eyes staring dead ahead at my door. If I get up now it won't be too bad, right? A little wet spot on my shorts, a little wet spot on the bed...and my flatmate seems to have gone quiet. The drier's still rumbling in the kitchen down the hallway, mind you. I...I think that's making it so much more unsettling.
Dorcelessness? Why has that word come into my - oh. It was another video - Thalasin - striking my memory at the worst time possible...the sunken face, the fact the music had stopped in the video once the image had come up...I can't shake the feeling I'll walk into...that...outside my room. What if I opened the door and he was just stood there!? Or worse - the Loric face? That slit of a mouth... I couldn't get up now. I was too shook. At least I was safe and warm in bed...but my bladder tinged again and I knew it was about to get a whole lot warmer.
What else could I do now? I knew I couldn't make it through the night (evidenced by my warm, warm fingers), but at the same time, I couldn't even bring myself to get out of bed. I have to find another solution - and quickly, before my bladder realises I'm ignoring it's warnings. I dart my eyes around the room, looking for something - anything - to use as...an emergency receptical....a toilet.
Maybe I should have left a gap in the curtains - just enough to let in the moonlight in - No way! That video told me not to even look at it! Sure, I know it's fiction but right now I'm too scared to not consider the possibility that it's real! No - I strain my eyes harder and look for something.
My teacup? Nah, too small - and I drink out of that.
My teapot? Nah, I drink out of that too.
There's...a red bull can on the floor. One of the large ones too - I've found my saviour! Ack!
No! Not now! My bladder's pulsing again - I've identified a 'toilet' - just hold a second or two more!
...It's like it heard me. It stops pulsing. I open my eyes again and lock them on the can. It's just across my room, on the floor beneath my chair - don't judge, your room's probably a mess too. I just need to get up and get it.
Just...gotta do that.
Just get out of bed.
Why...why am I not doing that?
The sound of wind outside breaks the relative silence and makes me freeze up entirely - ceasing the jiggling that my whole body appears to be engaged in. The wet patch on the matress is starting to cool now too, though my clenched thighs and hand are keeping my shorts warm. My bladder seems to pick up on my sudden fear and refusal to move...and I can feel it getting ready to squeeze again.
I...I know what's coming. I look over to the can longingly once more, then gently shut my eyes and take a deep breath. I'm going down fighting.
The first pulse. I moan a little as my muscles begin to move of their own accord. I manage to hold it back, but I can already feel the second on the way. My eyes begin to clench tighter and I push my fingers more firmly against myself. The second pulse is coming...coming...It's here! Another moan breaks through the silence, and this time my fingers warm up once again. I can feel my inner muscles making the familiar movements that would normally occur on a plastic seat over a porcelain bowl and with intent...but right now there's no intent - only protest. And yet the muscles are still trying.
The second pulse ends and I whimper again, biting onto my blanket. The third's already on it's way...I can feel it comING!
I hear myself whimper - loudly this time! But more importantly - I feel a hot surge of liquid erupt through my fingers! T-this pulse isn't dying down either, in fact it's - !!!!
It's getting worse!
A sharp hissing breaks the silence - now continuously - as my bladder becomes it's own master and begins to empty itself with fury! It feels like a tap on full blast into my open palm, pushing pee through my fingers, through my shorts, down my thighs and...into my matress. A sort of 'eeeeeeeep' sound comes out my face as I try fruitlessly to stop the actual jet of warmth currently pushing into my palm...But it's no use now.
I try to open my eyes, just in time for my back to take a humungous shiver of relief as I lose all control over my bladder. Pee is now just pouring out of me and into my bed. I can feel it's warmth coursing over my buttocks and soaking into the matress below with a very audible trickling sound. My whimpers begin to slow and become more like sighs as I let my bladder do it's thing, letting my legs and hand go limp as fresh urine washes over them. With my nose under the blanket, I can already smell the steam dispersing. It's not too strong - I'm well hydrated. Part of the problem, I suppose.
I let my hand fall away from my groin and into the puddle now blossoming around my hips. The side of my shorts has soaked up pee like it was a sponge, and now I can feel it spreading upwards and soaking into my pumpkin pattern tee-shirt. Pee is cascading down my legs still, carving a consistent path behind me and over my backside - or more accurately, half of my backside. The contrast is...noticeable, to say the least. The puddle is growing fast around me, I can feel it's surface rising and spreading - first my hips were immersed, then slowly upwards and downwards. Going upwards I feel it soaking my back, reaching up higher and higher until I feel the warmth around my ribcage and elbow. The hand once holding it all back was slowly being swallowed whole as the puddle begins rising above my fingers, submerging the tips entirely. Going downward is of course my thigh, gradually soaking it further down until my knee touches the wet, warm surface. Even before it did though, I could feel the steam underneath the blanket swirling around - warming not just my sides, but my belly, my other leg, and soon my whole body below the neck.
The rain picks up again and the trickling becomes less noticeable...I draw my hand out of the puddle and it joins the other, holding my blanket to my face. It - unsurprisingly - smells like pee. Which is still pouring out of my body and showing no signs of slowing down. Having a large bladder - sometimes it's a pain. Rarely, but sometimes. Right now, for example, I know that it's going to - wait, no it's already there. I can feel my hair pull ever so slightly as it begins to soak in...pee. My ginger curls take to the puddle like they were trying to drink it. I can feel beneath my shoulder - as the puddle begins to reach even that far - My usually wavy hair getting warm and losing their usual volume.
I've stopped moaning by now - the shock and relief have worn off a little. The initial surge of relief had hit me like a brick on the head. The warm shiver up my back had left a fuzzy, warm feeling throughout my body. That feeling was being replaced now by a more literal warmth - though only on one side. Even having regained my senses though, I'm not going to make any effort to stop. Afterall, the matress is already...you know. Soaked. Like the person in it. The wind outside picks up again...and I can't help but feeling, even with pee still coursing out of my body, that I made the right choice. The rock that was once my bladder is soft once again, but by no means is it near empty.
I open my eyes and look forward, deliberately choosing now to continue emptying my bladder. The soft trickle beneath the blankets is...surprisingly relaxing, and I'm starting to feel sleepy. Although that could be where I'm exhausted from holding in the ocean that is now soaking up into my pillow. I have to move my head up a little to keep it off my chin. The rain outside is getting stronger and stronger...and...I don't know how to explain this - it's really, really cosy. Not just the rain...the...well all of it.
The relief that swamped over me, the hot puddle that's still lapping against my skin and jammies as it continues to grow in all directions. The rain outside - already a cosy thing to me usually - is just making me...so.......happy?
Happy. It's....sooooooooooo nice. Wow. Warm.
It's still going, a-hah...Weaker now, a little - what was that sound?
Oh no...There's...not enough bed. For my puddle. It's, uh, pouring over the edge...onto the carpet. I can hear it pitter-pattering...now streaming a little. I just hope I left my shoes away from the end of the bed. I stretch out one leg - the one already in the puddle - to try and feel how far downward the puddle's gone. No use - my foot's already wet - I'm probably just making footprints on the bottom.
It's...a bit gross. To think that it's pee that I'm lying in, especially because...I'm, uh...so comfy. I shouldn't feel this relaxed, right? I feel like I've had a back rub - I feel relaxed and at ease, like all the stress is melting away. Or, I suppose pouring out. A clap of thunder rips into the night silence...and I hardly even react. I simply...feel great.
All the fear in my body must have escaped with the pee - because I feel at ease now. My bladder's begining to slow down now - the stream had been going directly against the fabric of my shorts (except for a break-away stream I could feel cascading against the bottom of my, er, bottom). Now it was tickling me as it poured directly onto my inner-thigh...and now it's stopped, merely trickling out of me. I can feel a lazy grin carving it's way across my face. I can't tell if my face is getting warm because I'm blushing or if there's just steam wafting over it. I...I don't really care, to be honest.
The little trickle has come to an end, and now the puddle is beginning to seep into the matress, lowering the water-level. I can immediately feel the skin get colder as the pee drains away and into the matress beneath me. I let out a very, very contented sigh. I'm almost disapointed now that it's over. I relax my whole body and sink into the matress - it's fabric coming to greet my wet skin like a kiss.
Heeh, a ha. Man. I pull my blanket against my breast - not my chin like before. The fear's gone and only comfort remains. Just...don't think about it being...you know, pee. Bodily waste. Gross, yeah - don't think about that. Just enjoy the warmth.
Haaah...
I let my still wet hand back under the blanket and it finds it's way between my legs again. I bite my lip gently and...tell my bladder to push. The warmth rushes back to greet my fingers once more for a few seconds, like a kiss goodbye from that comfy, comfy experience. My shorts wash over warm once again and I giggle. It's sooooooo comfy in this bed now...I just want to...push my fingers against my shorts. And rub...just a little. Mmm, yeah - that's....nice....
* * *
I know where you think that's going. Sorry to disapoint - but I was just too comfy to carry that out. Before I'd built up any effort I found myself passed out. When I woke up my hand was inside my shorts, still damp but far colder than I remembered. What had been so cosy the night before had become quite chilly now, save where my body had been lying still and keeping the heat. The morning light that was being cast through my thin curtains was glistening against my whole body when I threw off the blanket - which hadn't escaped un-wetted either.
Luckily the fear that had kept me in bed had gone now. In fact I felt a bit silly. I sat myself up, cross legged, and admired the sheer size of the wet patch I'd...semi deliberately left on my bed. It was cast almost top to bottom - over the bottom, never quite reaching beyond my pillow. My still wet hair clung to my neck and back. My shorts were clinging to my skin - my shirt too clung to one half of me like a hug that goes on too long. The smell...wasn't so bad as I expected it to be. Almost pleasant in it's mildness - yeah it's weird, shut up.
At least I didn't need to pee when I woke up like most mornings.
No, I was going to choose to do that this time.
I don't know why I chose to go in the bed again... |
Hi everyone! This is my very first entry here; it is loosely based on my and my SO's actual style of play but of course, with some embellishments. I'm aware this isn't for everyone (and there's actually no wetting involved!), but we scrupulously sterilize our equipment and use only boiled, distilled water. We've yet to experience any side effects after being together for 6+ years. I am so lucky to have this wonderful woman. I hope you find it at least… “interesting”. Enjoy!
I knew something was up when I stepped into the bedroom from my morning shower. She was “fully” clothed incredibly provocatively. Normally, she's waiting for me nude on the bed with a full bowl of distilled water on the nightstand with her favorite toy; a 150ml sterilized plant-watering syringe. This time, the bowl and syringe were there, but she was wearing a wonderfully short nurse's dress, cap, white nylons and matching high heels; I was already running it up the flagpole.
“Please sit in the chair. I'm not happy with your capacity recently, so we're going to play a game. For every article of clothing I remove, you must ask for and accept another syringe. I will provide incentives along the way. You will not be allowed any pleasure until I'm completely disrobed. Let's get started.” This sounded great, but I knew she always had a few cruel twists up her sleeve. She then put Bolero on the MP3 player and started to slowly sway to the music.
“May I please have an injection if you will take off your dress?”
“My cap is first...” She filled the syringe, bent over me so I could admire her beautiful, full 38D cleavage and I received my first injection. She only took a second or two to force it in. Only then did I realize it was ice water! My bladder immediately seized up with this intruder. She lightly brushed her lips on mine, removed her cap then continued her undulations.
“May I please have another syringe if you remove your dress?”
“Yes, you may” She loaded the syringe and moved to inject me, but stopped. “You must first kiss the hand that will deliver your sweet pain.” She held out her hand holding the syringe; I kissed it and thanked her. She then inserted the nozzle into my urethra and started depressing the plunger noticeably slower than at first. This prolonged the intense cramping in my bladder, but I made no sounds of protest. She locked her eyes on mine as the plunger lowered. When it bottomed out, she leaned over, placed her lips over my ear and whispered, “Good boy”. I could smell her exquisite perfume.
She then resumed swaying while she slowly unfastened the top two buttons of her dress (there were six) revealing just the top of her lacy white bra.
“Since my dress is the major item of clothing I'm wearing, I think it deserves more than just one syringe, don't you?” she asked sweetly. I was starting to become nervous, but of course, agreed. “Good. You will take a full syringe for each pair of remaining buttons... remember to ask nicely for each.” She was clearly enjoying making up the rules as we went along.
Her injection speed slowed considerably as her eyes filled with lust watching the distress build in my eyes as each load of ice water caused my violated bladder to protest with almost unbearable cramps. After the dress finally fell, she stood resplendent and magnificent in her white satin bra, panties, stockings and heels.
She felt her power and control over me course through her as I gazed longingly; I was at full attention. “How many milliliters are you now carrying?” she asked. “600” I replied. “That's a good start”. With that, she moved to me and asked, “How about a little lapdance?” This is one of her favorite games. She straddled and sat on me, teasing, forcing her tongue into my mouth. While locked in this kiss, she ground her now thoroughly soaked panties forward, pressing my cock deep into my distressed bladder. She broke the kiss and again placed her lips over my ear, licked it and whispered, “Does it hurt?”
“Yes Ma'am”
“Good.” Her husky voice lowered... “You will soon be in exquisite agony.” With that she raised off my lap and resumed her seductive dance; I was mesmerized.
“May I please have another injection if you will remove your bra?”
“Of course.” She slowly drew another 150ml into the syringe then held out her hand. I kissed it then she slowly drove the contents down my urethra, her eyes sparkling with delight. 750 ml has been my limit for some time, so I was now wracked with pain while my body worked on warming up this fresh assault. She resumed her swaying to the beat with eyes closed, then she turned around so I could watch her unclasp her bra. She slipped it off and returned to me, then cradled my head on her luscious breasts.
“You've been such a good boy; you will soon be rewarded. I want you to know how happy you've made Mommy.” With that, she ran her fingers over her sopping wet panties, a beautiful string glistening from them as she slowly pulled her fingers away then held them under my nose. “Smell Mommy's heat.” It drove me wild making me forget for an instance the unrelenting pressure below.
Then the next twist: “Baby, I'm kind of full myself after the long night, but you know only one of us can be full during our games. So, I'll be right back.” She glided into the bath and blew me a kiss as she closed the door. I heard that wonderful hiss of a woman releasing, but it was pure torture hearing her relief knowing mine was a looong way off and would only come when she allowed. It also didn't sound like she released into the bowl; more like a jar or bottle. My heart flipped when she emerged carrying a baby bottle filled with her very yellow, very strong first morning pee.
“You're my one and only Baby. You've been so good this morning that I'm going to warm you up from the inside with my special nectar.” I knew that pee rushes through the kidneys (and bowels) like a waterfall and it was a full 10oz. I'm starting to get really worried.
She sat on the bed, cradling me in her lap, and placed the nipple at my mouth. “I made this for you. Drink all of Mommy from your bottle my sweet baby.” I tentatively sucked. It was so pungent, so strong, so full of wonderful female essence. Only a few drops were required to send me over the edge. I was rock hard. But I knew I had to finish it if I had any hope of relief later. I sucked harder and harder swallowing greedily, but the nipple's small hole only allowed a trickle at a time. I moaned in despair knowing how long this would take. She smiled tenderly as I moaned and lightly kissed my forehead. “Keeping drinking my precious boy while I check on your progress.” She then stroked and caressed my bloated bladder, probing various locations to check its firmness. She's an expert at determining my limits and loves driving in her little daggers every time she presses. When I finally finished, I could already feel her urine working its magic and adding significantly to my distress.
She removed the empty bottle and ran her fingers over my now grossly-swollen bladder. “It makes me so hot knowing that I can torment you from both the outside and inside, and that it will only get worse with each passing minute.” She's quite a good pianist and slowly played my bladder as her keyboard with my head cradled on her breasts, her tender little kisses providing some distraction from the ever mounting pressure as her sweet gift fully worked its way through my system.
When she determined I was sufficiently taut, she said, “Lie on your back.” She stood imperiously and was still clad in her satin panties, stockings and heels. “Oops. Did we forget something?” It seemed I heard a disembodied voice from far away say, “May I please have another injection for the privilege of having your beautiful panties removed?”
“Of course. And I will take some pity on your distressed state and not use ice water. And you've been such a good boy, this will be your last injection.”
“Thank you my sweet and compassionate Mistress”. I nearly wept with joy. She went into the bath and returned with a small bowl filled with the remainder of her pee and drew it into the syringe; only slightly over half-filled. She extended her hand which I gently kissed. “You're going to have all of me in you until we finish.” With that, she rammed her essence down my urethra. I was panting and blowing like I was in labor, and looked it, too. I was swollen beyond anything I'd ever experienced.
She very gently caressed the balloon that was my bladder while her eyes filled with wonder and lust. She slipped off her panties and laid them under my nose as a wonderful distraction to the agony I was about to endure.
She then carefully lowered herself onto my granite-like stick and started rocking back and forth, back and forth, every motion sending waves like electricity thru me. She was so tight and hot and slick. Her pace increased driving her scalding hot needles deeper and deeper. When she was close, she leaned forward, removed her panties from my face and kissed me, her tongue flicking in my mouth like a snake's, tasting her own pee. Her entire magnificent body now pressed down on my tortured bladder as she ground her hips forward and back, forward and back. Gazing into my desperate eyes, she came violently, shuddering as if hooked to a powerful tens unit. I followed an instant later, spasming and spasming seemingly endlessly into her.
She always likes to cuddle afterwards, knowing how much worse the hold is once the sexual tension is released. “Did you like my new games, my sweet lover?” she ask as she licked and nipped at my neck. “Yes Ma'am, I love them! But may I please now check my capacity?”
“In a minute...” she purred. |
Part 1... who wants more?
Margaret the Estate Agent
So this is the story of the time I got to date my incredible (and this night incredibly desperate) former boss named Margaret.
I worked for a real estate development company for eight years in the early 2000s. We worked out one floor in a fairly small office building in Hartford, Connecticut. Our office consisted of about 20 cubicles and two restrooms, a mens room with a stall and a urinal and a lady’s room, which I would come to learn later, consisted of two stalls. It was a fairly evenly distributed work environment as far as genders were concerned, there being approximately ten guys and ten gals working on the team.
A word on our boss Margaret. Margaret was thirty-nine, and was a truly inspirational woman who had mastered the craft of estimates and development procedures for years. If Margaret hadn’t been working in real estate, then surely she would have made a killing in Wall Street, would have made herself an excellent career in the military, or perhaps would have even been great as a sports coach for a women’s track team. She just had an extreme commanding, go-getter attitude about her, and while was almost always positive in her disposition, was also determined to keep her expectations of those of us working beneath her, high. Physically, Margaret was very buxom, had nice large breasts, a thin waist, and a very very large behind which she kept toned with several early morning hours spent at the gym. She had long blonde hair, handsome features and basically resembled a slightly thicker, but still toned, Gisele Bundchen in the face. Margaret liked to wear tight women’s business skirts, and often times, it was hard to avoid staring at Margaret’s rear end whenever she would strut through the office in her tight skirts, or would bend over at the waist to reach down and fill her cup at the water cooler.
When I had first joined the company, Margaret gave me and several other guys a brief tour of the office, something that had been colloquially dubbed the “two-times” tour, by people who worked in this office. Why was it called the two-times tour? I and several others were about to find out. Margaret lead us throughout the office that day in a tight, navy-blue dress that clung to her womanly ass enticingly.
“So we’ve got the invoices in this bin here, the project files in this one, and finally this one is miscellaneous.” She said pointing at several plastic bins spread along a table in one of the office rooms. “Now, which bin has the invoices?” she said, whipping around to face us young men, as we all stared up at her in silence. “What’s that? Nobody can tell me? Maybe that’s why you all should be paying a little more attention to what I’m showing you, and less attention to my butt.” Margaret said with a knowing smile. “And that’s why they call this the two-times tour, because I have to show everything two times!” Margaret said, laughing out loud. The tension in the air had been broken and we were all able to loosen up a bit more after that.
We later learned that Margaret indeed had been married, but that her husband had left her after getting caught having an affair with a young girl from Brooklyn, who worked in the same office as him, somewhere across town. I always felt that there was a flirtatiousness in the way that Margaret communicated and interacted with me, but I’m sure several other guys in the office felt the same way, most likely just wishful thinking, dreaming of bedding this sporty, blonde fox of a woman.
We had a break room directly connected to the office that had a seemingly endless supply of coffee, a vending machine, and a water cooler. Often times Margaret would meet and chat with several of us in the break room as we all shared a cup, or two, of our morning coffee while discussing where we were on the timelines of the various different projects we had underway. Margaret always seemed to have this sexy glow about her, her skin always looking incredible moist, which she explained was a result of good exercise and hydration, her 5am gym routines before work being a non-negotiable part of her day, she would explain as she would down several cups of water in the break room, following her coffee. Margaret encouraged good health, exercise, hydration, discipline as being as vital a part of succeeding in the real-estate market as studying any of the numbers. Good health meant good focus, Margaret explained.
My small office cubicle was directly across from the set of restrooms, which was very convenient for me, as I would often find myself headed to the urinal to relieve myself after the morning’s water and coffee, several times, and even found this distraction itself to be a relief from the constant study of numbers, data entry, data analytics, etc. I had worked in accounting for about six months, and wanted to move into location scouting and appraisal, which involved leaving the office and driving around different parts of New England for potential development projects. Margaret had promised to allow me to shadow her on a few of these trips soon for training, and it was my job to do my numerical work, and wait patiently for my first “scouting outing”.
I mention that the restrooms were directly across the hall from my cubicle, and I even got to become friends with the janitor, Jackson, who would come by in the afternoons to clean the restrooms, and even turned him onto to trying skittles from the vending machine, a first for him. As I was a keen watcher for desperation, I would often notice when the women would enter the restroom, though they were almost entirely composed, and never seemed in the slightest rush.
Except for a couple of instances, and rare as they were, they were all the sweeter for it. There was one afternoon when Margaret had taken Julie out with her for Julie’s first “scouting outing”. They had left the office at about 9:30 that morning, and at this point it was about 3:15 in the afternoon. I was just finishing a glass of water in the break room when I heard rushed and heavy female breathing entering the office, and stepped out of the break room just in time to see Julie walking with considerable haste down the narrow hallway space between the cubicles, Margaret trailing behind her at a much more relaxed pace before she turned into her office.
“How was the outing, Julie?” I asked her. Julie had been at the company for a couple of months longer than I had, looked like a young Melissa Joan Hart, and had always been friendly with me, especially when I had just been new to the office. She was slim and pretty, and had hooked up with a tall, handsome man from her hometown named, Brad, but had she been single, Julie definitely would have been my type. This day Julie wore a tight grey skirt that ended just above her knees, and a white top that had cute little fraying lace at the shoulders. She had blonde hair, and often beamed a big bright smile as she greeting people in the mornings, as her cubicle was closest to the entrance of the whole office. This particular afternoon, she wasn’t quite smiling when she turned back to address me, and actually appeared to be somewhat flustered and out of breath.
“Ugh! It was good until it was torture!” Julie said, with a laugh as she turned back to face me. I looked down, and Julie was subtly stepping between her feet as she stood facing me. I should have known that she was headed for the restroom as I was well aware that her cubicle was back in the direction of the entrance, but when I looked down and recognized all the telltale signs of a girl with a need to relieve herself, the stepping feet, the quivering and tensing thighs, the quick panicky breathing, the look of worry bleeding through the smile, what can I say? These are a few of my favorite things.
to be continued....... |
Part 2
“Torture?!” I asked, laughing with her. Julie brought her leg up in the air, bending her knee before stepping down and doing the same with the other leg, looking like she were on an invisible stairmaster, a classic pee dance.
Julie exhaled loudly, “I’ve had to pee for like two and a half hours now! I couldn’t use the bathroom at the property!” Julie exclaimed before continuing quickly to the restrooms. I followed behind her, headed towards my cubicle. Julie had a nice bubbly behind and she walked very quickly, with the obvious need to relieve herself.
“OH! No no no no no no.” Julie said before she started to walk in circles outside the restroom. The doorway to the women’s room had been proper open with a sign that read CAUTION: WET FLOOR: and Jackson was inside, mopping the tile floor of the small bathroom.
“Okay, okay, okay” Julie said as she paced in circles outside the closed women’s room. Julie forced a smile as I passed her and sat down in my cubicle chair, just feet away from her. From the angle at which I was seated, I could see Jackson through the propped open ladies room door, dutifully mopping the tiled floor.
When Julie realized my cubicle was just next to the restrooms and that I was witness to her desperate movements, she seemed to grow self-conscious and tried to drive down her dancing. She looked over to me, and seeming to feel a need to be polite, she forced a smile and asked, “How has your afternoon been here?”
“Oh you know, same old same old, just running numbers” but before I had even finished my sentence, Julie was turning back to peek into the restroom, stepping back and forth between her feet, Jackson still mopping, Julie turned back to me with a big sigh of frustration. She looked frantic, a young, pretty, but very distressed looking Melissa Joan Hart lookalike, frantic, frantic for a pee.
“Yeah, well we need the numbers people.” Julie said as she reached into the edges of the top of her skirt at her sides and slid her thumbs forward, bringing the waist of the skirt away from her rounded-looking abdomen, no doubt swollen from a full bladder. She breathed loudly, and could not stand still in place, try as she might.
“You alright Julie?” I asked.
Julie forced a smile and drove down her pee dance, “yes, I’m fine” her thighs still quivering in place. Just then, Jackson turned and saw me and stopped mopping as he greeted me with a big smile.
“Hey Alex, you save any of those skittles for me today?” Jackson asked with a jovial tone. Julie looked annoyed as she saw Jackson stop mopping.
“Not today man” I said. “I’ve switched over to the Lays potato chips! Change of season!” I said as I held up a new bag of Lays chips that I had on my desk. Jackson smiled and held open his hands in a “pass them over here” gesture. I tossed the bag of Lay’s chips across the hall into the ladies room where Jackson caught them, and at this friendly, distracted moment, Julie suddenly snapped at Jackson.
“Are you nearly done in there?” she asked, with noticeable annoyance in her tone.
“Yes I am ma’am, in just a couple of minutes, but this floor’s gonna take longer than that to dry. I might recommend that you go and come back in five minutes.” Jackson said, with a jovial, but matter-of-fact tone.
At a loss for words, Julie blushed and briskly stepped away without even saying anything to myself or to Jackson. Jackson smiled at me with a “what was that?” look. I shrugged as I got up and made my way to the men’s room, directly next door to Jackson’s mopping of the ladies room.
The door shut behind me and I walked past the sink and the single stall to the urinal, pulled my cock from my pants and began peeing into the great porcelain vessel. Suddenly I hear the door to the men’s room pushed open behind me, Julie rushing into the restroom, her hands reaching behind her back, and undoing the clasp of her skirt. Seeing me suddenly, she stopped and stepped from foot to foot, her heels clacking against the tiled floors loudly.
“Oh god, I’m sorry, I wouldn’t have come in if I knew it was occupied.” she said as she held up her loosened skirt, the waste clasp now undone. “I’ll wait outside”. she said as she reached behind her in an attempt to redo her skirt clasp. “Oooooooooh” she said with pain in her voice, still stepping from foot to foot, heels clacking loudly on the tiled floor as she brought the pressure back on her waist with the skirt clasp. I didn’t know what to say at all, but Julie paused before clasping her skirt, and let it loose again before she turned to me, blushing, before quickly looking away.
“I’m sorry, I just, I - I need to keep my skirt unclasped until I can relieve myself, and I- I just, I don't want to go back out there like this, oh god” (LOUD clacking of Julie’s heels on tile) “I - can I just wait right here? This is so embarrassing.” Julie said to me, panic in her voice.
“Yeah that’s okay, Julie, it’s not a big deal. You can use the men’s room if you need.” I said with empathy for the poor secretary.
“Okay,” Julie said, her eyes flicking between me and the empty stall just two feet behind where I stood. “I’ll just wait right here for you to finish” Julie said, continuing her pee dance in the men’s room. How peculiar, I thought to myself, here she is, this bubbly blonde little secretary with her skirt undone due to her swollen bladder, still feeling an odd need to be polite and wait for me to finish peeing at the urinal before allowing herself the chance to dive into the stall, yank up her skirt, pull down her panties and finally relieve herself. Her breathing was quick and panicky, and the continuous clacking of her heels on the tiled flooring was awkwardly, obnoxiously loud, as she dutifully waited for me to finish urinating at the urinal. My stream was steady, and emitted a very quiet trickling sound as my piss found it’s way into the water at the drain. When my stream began to slow and hit the water directly, producing a MUCH louder splashing sound, Julie grabbed her crotch and squeezed hard with both hands as she bent forward and let out a guttural “Oh godddddd!”
“Julie, please, you don’t have to wait for me to finish, please pee” I said, motioning to the stall, genuinely feeling bad for the girl.
“Oh thank you thank you thank you!” Julie said as she rushed into the single stall. On the other side of the stall door, her frantic heel clacking continued as she struggled to get the lock fixed in the stall door. “UGHHHHH” Julie moaned as she struggled to get the mechanism in place. She finally got it and with lighting speed managed to tear down her panties (pink lacey panties around her high heeled ankles) and lifted up her skirt as she sat her bubble bottom on the toilet seat before unleashing a LOUD splashing stream directly into the toilet water. “OHHHHHHHHHH Oh god” I heard her utter, and as I was still peeing at the urinal, she seemed to grow self-conscious again and diverted her rushing stream to the porcelain on the sides of the bowl, quieting down on the splashing sounds. Her peeing still sounded HIGHLY pressurized, and her “Ohhhhh gooodddddddd”s accompanying her well earned relief sounded extremely sensual, and full of genuine relief. Julie had clearly been dying to pee for ages. I finished at the urinal, washed my hands, dried them, through out the paper towels, all while Julie was still pissing and breathing noisily in the stall, just feet from where I stood. I was just about to exit the men’s room when I heard the toilet flush and turned to see a very sheepish looking Julie emerge.
“Oh god, that’s so much better” she said to me with a shy, meek, smile, blushing a rosy pink at the cheeks as she approached me at the sink to wash her hands.
“Sounded like you really needed it.” I said, not knowing quite how to respond to the whole situation, but picking up on Julie’s open, if abashed, broaching of the subject of her voluminous peeing.
“Ugh, you have no idea, I haven’t peed since before coffee this morning, and when Margaret went out to the property, which was more than 90 minutes away, nobody told me you aren’t supposed to use the commodes at these properties, and so I’m out there barely able to focus, but having to just hold it in the whole time, with Ms. Super Bladder Margaret telling me the whole time “oh it’s just part of the trade, get used to holding it!” Julie laughed as she said this.
“I guess I’ll know for next time, but I seriously needed to go this afternoon. Julie turned off the tap and retrieved paper towels from the dispenser as she dried her hands. “Go ahead of me, please. This is so embarrassing.” Julie uttered with another meek smile, asking me to exit the restroom ahead of her, feeling somehow like exiting alone would ease some of the “shame” of what she’d been forced to do.
With a “sure thing” and a subtle nod, I exited the men’s room and proceeded back to my desk, Julie exiting a few moments after me, nearly bumping into Jackson as he brought the mop bucket towards the men’s room. She awkwardly turned away from Jackson and rushed away, hoping not to be noticed by anyone else exiting the men’s room.
As I sat at my desk, I began to contemplate something that Julie had said when she referred to Margaret as “Ms. Super Bladder”. Thinking back, the moniker seemed quite accurate, Margaret always joined us for our morning coffee in the break room, and always emphasized proper hydration, but as my desk was located so near to the restroom, I couldn’t help but recognize that Margaret almost never seemed to use the restroom, save for only once at the very end of the day, and even then, she never appeared to be in any sort of a rush at all. This could easily have been chalked up to the fact that she spent a lot of her days on outings at potential project locations, but if it were true as a rule of thumb that the agents form our company weren’t to use the facilities at these properties, that would seem to imply that Margaret would just “hold it” all day long, until just before leaving to go home at about 5 o'clock in the evening. Could this possibly be true? I looked up at the clock on my desk. 3:30, it read. Curiosity getting the better of me, I decided to go and pay Margaret a visit at her office. I had some documents to drop off to her anyway, so it only made sense to go and see her.
I grabbed a few spreadsheets that I owed Margaret and stood from my desk, walking over to the hallway. Margaret’s office was around the corner on the next aisle over, and as I turned into her office, I was met with the mesmerizing sight of Margaret’s delicious rear-end painted in her tight pink skirt as she bent over her desk looking over a map of some property or another. God, that woman had a beautiful butt.
“Thought I’d bring you these.” I said, as Margaret turned to me surprised at first, then happy to see the documents in hand.
to be continued... |
part 3
“Thanks, perfect, just what I needed.” she said. “And how are you holding up with all of these spreadsheets?” She asked me.
“It…you know, no problem at all, just numbers.” I said. Margaret stood perfectly casually by her desk, and showed no signs at all of needing the restroom, unlike poor Julie.
“Good, well, I’m going to take you on your first scout next week, if you think you’re ready for it.” she said to me with a big beaming smile.
“Can’t wait” I said, before proceeding from the room. I made my way back to my cubicle. “Ms. Super Bladder” is right I thought to myself. Margaret seemed entirely fine, and yet had had just as much coffee (and more water) as the rat of us in the break room that morning. What gives? I thought. Had she really just trained herself to “hold it” all day long and had just gotten used to doing this? I thought nothing more of it, until at about 4:55, just before the end of the day, I looked up to see Margaret’s pink-skirted butt walking into the ladies room as she pushed the door open, but again, not rushed looking at all, just a perfunctory visit to the restroom before the drive home, it seemed. Strong woman, I thought.
The rest of that week was fairly unremarkable. About the middle of the next week came, and Margaret enters my cubicle one morning at about 10 am.
“Knock knock” she says. Turning, I see that Margaret’s standing beside a slim young woman in about her mid 20s. “This is Elle, she’s from the New York division, and she’s actually gonna be trailing along for our scouting outing, today. Are you about ready to depart?” she asked.
“Hi” Elle said, extending a hand to me. “Elle.”
“I’m Alex” I said, taking Elle’s petite hand in my own.
We left a few minutes later, Margaret driving, and me politely allowing Elle the front passenger seat of the car. The whole drive out to the property, Elle was chipper and cheery as she gazed around at the the New England countryside, being a New York City girl, Elle was quick to explain to us that the countryside was an entirely different, and welcome world for her, this didn’t keep her from insisting that we stop at Starbuck’s so that she could get her favorite fall latte, and in good spirits, Margaret and I decided to indulge Elle and try one for ourselves.
It was a ninety minute drive by the time we were out there, and the countryside’s turning colors of fall were engrossingly gorgeous. Finally we pulled up to a long gravel driveway, which took us about a minute to Upon arrival, Julie began looking in all directions around the property, as she held her empty Starbuck’s drink.
“I suppose they’ll have a trashcan, inside.” Julie said.
“Well it’s likely…” Margaret said, eyeing Julie’s Starbuck’s cup. “but we won’t be going inside, today.”
“Oh no?” Elle said, looking confused.
“No, no, this is just a property run, we’re just looking at exterior dimensions, today. We won’t be touring the house. Just the outside.” Margaret said.
We began to tour the property. It was a vast estate, and we’d just begun to make our way along a well worn path covered in fallen leaves, the fences of the tennis courts covered in overgrown vines. The whole place was quite a pretty, autumnal scene. It took us nearly an hour just to scan the first perimeter of the property, Margaret pointing several things out to us along the way, myself taking mental notes, while Elle wrote things down in a small pad.
By the time we were nearly through touring the property, I’d noticed that Elle’s brow was furrowed and that she kept letting out muffled but frustrated sounding sighs, and her note-tkaing had become more abridged, more succinct. Whenever we would pause, Elle kept her thighs clung tightly together in her slim skirt. She seemed tense, and when Margaret finally anounced,
“Well! That’s it for us!” Elle let out a noticeable sigh of relief as she tucked her pad away in her purse. We made our way back to the car, and got in in the same seating arrangements. About forty minutes into the drive, Elle, had grown very quiet, and had taken to sitting with her legs crossed in the front seat, to uncrossing thems and holding them tightly together, but they were always constantly quivering with subtle, but alarming speed. She would let out long sighs and would lift her seatbelt from her abdomen from time to time as she wrong cross her legs tightly. She needed to pee, and I couldn’t blame her, for so did I. I’d been experiencing the effects of a growing bladder for the entirety of the tour too, and if I hadn’t been so distracted with Elle’s antics, I may have focused more on my own. I’d had the same amount of coffee as Elle and Margaret had, and when we passed an exit for a rest stop, Elle looked longingly out her window as she finally asked,
“Oooh, do you think we could stop at the next one? I’m sorry but that latte’s gone right through me, I could use a stop.” Elle said. Finally, I thought.
“Of course, no problem.” Margaret said. “I could actually use a stop, myself.”
“Ooh, this was new” I thought to myself. “Margaret never seems to need a “stop” until the very end fo the day near 5 o clock, but then again, we all had had an extra coffee drink in addition to our coffee back at the office earlier in the morning, and Margaret had also drank a large plastic thermos of water she carried with her as she took us around on the tour. It was logical that all of these liquids had finally caught up to Margaret.
Soon we hit a slow down in the traffic, the cars all halting to a crawl. This worried Elle.
“Ohhh, god, no, this is not happening.” She said as her legs began fanning in and out quickly. Her legs just kept moving as the car crawled forward.
“Oh but it sure is.” said Margaret, with resignation in her voice. Margaret let out a frustrated sigh, and peeking ahead, the traffic was thick and was moving quite slowly, no doubt the result of a car wreck somewhere up ahead in the road. Elle sighed loudly in frustration as she pulled the seatbelt away from her abdomen once again, the seatbelt making loud shushing noises as it was pulled in and out from it’s release valve. “huuuuhhhhhh” Elle said, letting out loud moaning noises as she frantically fanned her thighs in and out. I also needed to pee pretty badly by this point, that coffee from earlier having caught up to em as well, and decided to move into the center seat in the back to keep a better eye on the traffic jam ahead, not acknowledging the fact that this gave me no power to change anything about our circumstances. As I moved into the middle seat, away from behind Margaret’s seat, Margaret’s own tight-skirted-thighs came into my line of sight. While not fanning in and out frantically like Elle’s, Margaret’s thighs were subtly, but constantly, bouncing up and down in her seat, her fingers constantly tapping the steering wheel in a speedy rhythm.
“Ughh, I really need the restroom. I really wish I’d known that there wouldn’t be facilities at the location.” Elle said with a quick, strained words.
Nonplussed, Margaret replied quickly,
“Well, it’s just part of the job. Sometimes we’re just there to survey the land.”
Elle sighed in frustration. “Well I guess I just didn’t realize there wouldn’t be restrooms, I’m sorry, this is my first day. Ughhhhhhh.” Elle’s thighs were fanning rapidly, making quiet clapping sounds when they would meet in the middle, and her skirt had ridden up her legs considerably now too, giving me a lovely view of her long, lithe thighs.
“Look, we’re going to stop as soon as we can, alright? Generally I don’t need the restroom til the end of the day-“ Margaret said, sounding uncertain as to how to handle the situation.
“Okay, and generally I don’t need to beg for the bathroom like a schoolgirl, either!” Elle snapped. She quickly covered her mouth with her hands. “God, I’m sorry, I really, I don’t mean to snap. I just- UGHH!!! I need to PEE SO BADLY! Ohhhhh god, I’m sorry.” and with this Elle sat up from her seat, and pulled up her skirt clear of her thin behind as she gripped frantically at her crotch with one hand while she held her seatbelt away from her swollen bladder with the other. She sat back down in her skirt, holding herself tightly now.
“You don’t have to be sorry.” Margaret said, her thighs bouncing very subtly. “It’s alright, you didn’t have any warning, but it was you who wanted those latte’s, if you’ll remember correctly.”
“Ughhhhh” Elle said, as she quickly picked up her empty latte cup from the upholder of the car, before dropping it back in. (Was she actually contemplating peeing in it? The world will never know.) She was still clutching her crotch tightly with her other hand, not daring to let go, her thighs slapping each other a little harder now.
The traffic before us was starting to move a little bit more now, and this seemed to give Elle some reassurance. She still held her crotch, but was a little less vocal with her moaning now. Instead, now she’d taken to breathing hard breaths through clenched teeth, sucking air in quickly through tightly pursed lips as she stared with worried concentration at the road ahead. She let out a long, strained whimper, sounding nearly like the cry of a distressed dog.
“Ughhh!” she moaned out loud as her hand quickly flung to the empty cup again.
“You guys, I’m sorry but I’m going to pee any minute- I- I need to pee in-“
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part 4
“There’s a rest stop!” Margaret exclaimed, pointing ahead.
“Ohhhhhh” Elle moaned as she once again dropped the cup back into the cupholder, clutching her crotch tightly.
When we finally pulled into the parking lot, Elle frantically released her seatbelt and flew out of the car to the ladies room. The ensuing silence was so awkward as Margaret and I stared out at the running Elle, that for a moment I forgot my own need to pee, as it had paled in comparison with Elle’s. Margaret turned back to me.
“Well, that was a hell of a first impression.” she said.
I laughed awkwardly as I reached for my door handle to visit the men’s room for a much needed piss, myself. “I’ll be back in just a minute.”
Margaret looked out with a look of surprise at me as I walked across the parking lot towards the restrooms. I didn’t care, much like Elle, I also needed to pee and was relieved that we’d made a stop.
I entered the men’s room, approached a urinal, did my thing, washed my hands, and as I was exiting the rest room, Elle was exiting the ladies room, with a big, rosy-cheeked smile of relief, walking with a much more relaxed posture now, her skirt smoothed down over her legs, clearly having gained the relief she desperately needed.
“Feeling better for that?” I asked her with a smile.
“Oh GOD yes! I haven’t needed to pee so badly in years! Sorry we had to stop.” Elle said, sheepishly.
“No no, don’t be sorry, I needed a stop, too.” I said.
We got back into the car, and I for some reason had expected Elle to be angry with Margaret, with having brought her so close to humiliation, but instead, the opposite emotion prevailed as Elle spent the rest of the ride apologizing to Margaret for her desperate antics earlier, that she “hadn’t needed to pee so badly in years.” and so on. Margaret assured her it was okay and was able to laugh it off and move on as we drove the final hour to the office. I too felt so relieved from the rest stop that it didn’t it me until we were pulling into the office parking lot and I once again noticed Margaret’s bouncing thighs, she still hadn’t peed, and it seemed like she needed to.
How odd, I thought. Why hadn’t she gone back at the rest stop? Did she feel too awkward after Elle had snapped at her in the car? We proceeded to our office floor and the Margaret sent e to my office to write up a formal report of our first survey while she pulled Elle into her office to discuss some things.
An hour and twenty minutes later, at about 4:40, I heard quick, heeled steps coming from the carpeted aisle floor in the hall. I turned to see Margaret, seemingly headed towards the restroom. She stopped, making eye-contact with me.
“Enjoy your first scouting outing?” she said with a smile.
“Sure did, it was a lot of fun.” I said. Margaret’s thighs were pressed together tightly under her skirt, and seemed extremely tense. She lifted one foot from the floor and crossed her leg over the other, held it there.
“You alright? It’s not quite five yet!” I quickly said, with a joking, jovial tone, before biting my tongue with regret. What had I just said to her?
“What?” Margaret said, with a confused smile on her face. “What does that mean?” she laughed.
At a loss for words, I spoke only the truth. “You said in the car earlier that you don’t go to the bathroom until the end of the day.” I said.
Margaret laughed a big, bellowy laugh, other people in the office surely hearing her. She glanced over at my clock with a smile.
“What are you saying that we need to work still for another twenty minutes til the end of the day, then?” she asked, joking.
“Actually, I would love to ask you a few questions about the survey earlier.” I said with a straight voice, acting nonchalant about the fact that Margaret had her quivering, tensing thighs crossed tightly under her skirt trying to hold in her pee.
She looked slightly taken aback for a moment. A bold move I’d made, for sure, but I showed no particular interest as on the surface as to what was going on. She exhaled.
“But of course” she said, as she uncrossed her legs and made her way over to my desk in my cubicle. There was only one chair, and I was sitting in it, forcing Margaret to lean over my desk next to me as I showed her some of the points on the map that I had questions about. As she leaned over me, she bent entirely at the knees, keeping her abdomen straight, and she bounced her knees lightly. She crossed her legs once, very tightly, and kept them that way as she continued to concentrate on what I was saying, as I spouted out arbitrary questions about the day’s property. At one point, she glanced up at the clock. Another eight minutes to go. Margaret exhaled loudly, furrowed her eye brows as she stared at me trying to keep her focus on what we were discussing, rather than on her full full bladder.
When the clock finally struck five, a light smile flashed quickly across Margaret’s face as she glanced up at the clock, uncrossed her legs, and straightened up her posture as she began stepping to my cubicle’s exit panel.
“But what about separate insurance for each of the different activities if it were to be turned into a sporting club?” I asked mischievously, knowing that this was a loaded , complicated question with manny differently branching answers that needed time to thoroughly explain, precious time on Margaret’s full full bladder. She stood straight up in my cubicle doorway as she forced herself to answer my question, but all friendliness had left her tone now as she sounding increasingly kurt and succinct in her answers, a struggle given the complexity of the subject matter. She was shifting her weight from side to side constantly now too, and taken to crossing her arms in front of her in a frustrated looking position. Her eyes glanced up at the clock, and she chuckled a quick, breathless laugh as she smiled to me asking in a joking sort of tone,
“Okay, it’s five-fifteen already, do I have your permission to use the restroom, sir?” Margaret asked, stepping back and forth between her feet. My boss asking ME permission to use the restroom?! Even as a joke it was kind of crazy!
“Yes you do.” was all I could say as I stared across my cubicle at my sexy boss, stepping frantically between foot to foot, desperate to urinate.
“Oh thank you!” she said with a smile as she quickly flung around and entered the ladies room. Through the door I could hear the her clacking heels on tile and the swinging metal high of a restroom stall. I stood quickly from my desk and duck into the men’s room. Silently, I made my way into the stall and shut the door behind me as I quickly stood on the toilet seat and tilted my ears towards the ac vent leading into the adjacent ladies room. I heard nothing at first, then a quiet,
“huhhhh” in Margaret’s voice before an absolute firehose pressured volley of piss splashed loudly against the porcelain on the side of the bowl. “Ohhhhhhhhh god” Margaret moaned, exhaling strongly in relief. I could hear the high pitched, high pressured hissing sound of Margaret’s pussy emitting the urine as it fired it out against the inner toilet bowl. Thirty-five seconds in, Margaret was still going strong. “Ohhhhh” she let out, clearly relieved by the chance to finally pee.
I got down from the toilet and exited the restroom, lest I be thought to be a creep who enjoys listening to ladies desperately urinate through ac vents in office restrooms. I heard the toilet flush through the ladies room door and her Margaret exit the stall and turn on the sink faucet. When she was done washing her hands, she exited the stall, and seemed surprised to see me staring back at her.
She exhaled, as she looked at me for a long moment.
“Wow did I need that. I was really straining.” she said. She smiled at me for a long moment. “Well, alright then, I guess I’m off.” she said, before walking away down the aisle, her beautiful ass swaying to and fro as she proceeded down the aisle. It was odd just how powerful the effect was on me, what had happened just several minutes before, Margaret having asked me permission to use the restroom. It turned me on just slightly. I liked the feeling of having the power to deny Margaret the right to pee, I was hungry for more of it…
I went home that night and lay in bed, and as my gaze spaced out from the ceiling fan to the ether beyond, my mind was replaying the final minutes of Margaret’s desperate antics as she danced around in my cubicle earlier in the day. A shiver hear, a leg cross here, a sigh of frustration there, all culminating with my sexy boss asking finally to be allowed to excuse herself and pee. I made myself cum in minutes, savoring the fresh memory of Margaret acting all cute and dancing around, legs shaking. It was on odd sight, seeing Margaret desperate for a pee, as this almost never happened, her strolling casually into the lades room being her typical routine. She had gone all day without going to the bathroom for sure, and had even gone over time, and she had even had extra liquids with the coffee she’d consumed on the road that day at the behest of Elle.
It seemed like nearly enough to break poor Margaret, but alas the bladder queen had made it to the end of the day like she’d always been destined to before, and likely would repeat work day after work day into the future, always striding across a freshly cleaned tile floor due to Jackson’s diligent custodial routine. But as I lay staring at the ceiling, I began to wonder just what might be possible with a tiny bit of planning, just a few, carefully recalculated baby-steps, a good step one for instance being if I could just delay Jackson by one hour, just to somehow line up the wet-floor unavailability of the ladies room for the end of the day……….
The next day’s sun rose with haste and deliberate encouragement as I poured my breakfast cereal down my throat and proceeded to work with glee. In my night time dreams, I’d concocted a plan that was just silly enough to work, perhaps, but it involved me finally breaking the tension that had risen for several weeks of flirtatiousness. It was time, finally to ask Margaret out for a drink, it didn’t have to be much, just a casual, after-work drink….
I stopped by the Starbucks first thing after leaving my house, purchasing one of the gift cards that came with the promise of one of those autumn lattes for free with purchase that we’d marveled at being advertised yesterday. It was a bit like rolling the dice, but I had a hunch that if I bought it, Margaret would come.
I got to work, and made it up to my office cubicle. I passed by Julie near the entrance to our office floor and she smiled at me as she greeted me. I passed by Margaret’s office and paused in her doorway. Margaret smiled back at me. I approached her desk.
“So I was thinking you and me at the Olive tonight?” Margaret looked intrigued but confused for a moment. “it’s the new cocktail place on fifth street.” I said.
Margaret smiled. “Oh! Okay! Yeah yeah, lets do that, then. What’s that you’ve got there?” she sad, eyeing the Starbuck’s gift card in my hand.
“I just stopped by and got it on the way in!” I laughed. “I was inspired by our visit with Elle, yesterday. Those lattes were delicious.” I said.
“They sure were, I might have to get another today.” Margaret said as she began to organize the papers on her desk. I extended the gift card to her.
“Here, takes this. Get yourself one for free, it’s part of the deal with the card.” I said.
Margaret smiled at me once more, gazing into my eyes for a long time.
“I can’t wait til we have our drink tonight.” she said.
I stared back into her eyes for a long moment, maybe slightly too long, this woman still being my boss and all. She gave me a wink.
“I’ve gotta meet up with Elle again for another outing today.” Margaret said as she stood from bend her desk. She was wearing a lovely white dress that clung to her curves seductively. I always wanted to leave the room after Margaret to get a good long drink with my thirsty eyes at her lovely derriere, but alas it was often unnatural and I would have to depart the room first, Margaret following behind.
“Don’t let her any coffee.” I said, perhaps somewhat inappropriately.
“No, or she’ll blast off again.” Margaret said.
I exited her office and continued to my cubicle. My day’s task for the day would be to do data entry of the specs of the property we’d visited on our outing yesterday. At around 9:15 am, Margaret left for the day on another outing with Elle, just the two of them. Margaret and Elle smiled to each other as they strode from the office, having apparently recovered from the previous day’s tension. They left, and I didn’t think much afterward as I continued to due my boring due diligence for the rest of the day. This changed of changed of course with the arrival of Jackson the janitor.
I met him out in the aisle and ushered into the break room with me in the direction of the vending machines. Today, Jackson was going to get the skittles he so wanted to try, and he was going to earn them too. I told Jackson that as much as enjoyed chatting with him, and we often did, not always, but enough, it always distracted me from the final leg of my work in the afternoons, and in addition, the fumes from the cleaning fluids he used often made it hard to concentrate as well. I asked him if instead of starting with the bottom floor, and making his way up the building, if he could instead start at the top and work his way down, my secret reasoning that there were more floors above us then below us, and the difference in timing might just align Jackson’s cleaning of the restrooms in our floor with oh, say, about five o’clock? It was again, a roll of the dice, some real Ocean’s Eleven clockwork-heist type thinking, but I had a feeling, for whatever reason, that luck was going to be on my side this afternoon (evening?) I told Jackson we’d have more time to chat this way too, as he’d arrive near the end of my shift and I’d be done with a lot more of my work by that time. Jackson reasoned that he thought it was a good idea, he joked, to start from the top of the building and work down, incase he spilled any water as he progressed. We had a final laugh together before he made his way to the elevator with his gurney of cleaning supplies.
As I proceeded to enter numbers into spreadsheets throughout the afternoon, I found myself day dreaming of my sexy boss Margaret in that ridiculously hot white dress she was wearing, and marveled at the fact that I was actually going to get to go out for a cocktail with this alluring woman, this stunning buxom Gisele Bundchen lookalike with a deliciously round, basketball-shaped ass. I was beginning to wonder if Margaret had indeed gotten the autumn latte as she said she would. Who knew? Yet….
At some point in the afternoon, I looked up at the clock. It was four-thirty, and Margaret and Elle came back into the office promptly. Elle was walking in a quick, straight B-line for the ladies room, Margaret sauntered behind her in the same direction, but not with quite the same tunnel-vision-like determination. I got naughty thoughts. I stepped in front of Elle, with a friendly, welcome-to-the-office smile, asking,
“How was the outing today?”
Elle forced a smile, lifting one leg, before setting it down and lifting the other. She definitely looked desperate for a pee.
“It was good, it was a bit further out, but it was a big property and I learned a lot.” she said, and began ever so slightly to move towards the ladies room again. Again, I stopped her.
“Was it the same criteria as yesterday? Like just external?” I asked, feigning curiosity as I drank in the sight of Elle’s gyrating legs.
“Yes, it was just external. Again, no bathroom, and I didn’t drink a latte again, but still…” she said as she stepped briskly past me towards the ladies room. “I’ve been holding it all day.” she said as she slammed open the ladies room door with some annoyance present in her movements and tone of voice. She’d been holding it all day? This seemed like excellent foreshadowing, as if she’d been holding it, and she hadn’t had a coffee and mentioned that fact, this seemed to imply Margaret had had one, and had more than likely been “holding it all day” too. Curiosity got the better of me as I say Margaret standing down the hall talking to one of the other data entry people. Margaret’s toned, muscular legs looked as though the were tense and were flexing underneath the thin, tight fabric, and it did appear that her abdomen was rather bulbous too….Did Margaret need to pee? It was just about her time to make her end-of-the-day restroom visit anyway, and it was at this moment that I realized that forcing Margaret to hold it, by way of making the ladies room unavailable through Jackson’s cleaning routine, was just not in the cards, today. Oh well, I thought, try again another day. Or so I thought, as just then, the elevator door opened, Jackson catching my gaze.
“Hey my man!” He said, “the timing couldn’t have been better!” he beamed as he spread his arms in the air, apparently offering to hug me. (What did he mean by this perfect timing? How did he know he was going to help me to delay Margaret from peeing?) I thought, but as we strolled casually towards my office and the restrooms, him pulling is cleaning gurney, it occurs to me of course that he was only referring to the “serendipity" involved in opening the elevator doors to my friendly smile, as he considered us to be something of friends at this point. But I knew the timing of this had to be perfect, I had to get Jackson into the ladies room just before Margaret could get a chance…
We made our way over to my office, Elle stepping out of the ladies room quickly, nearly bumping into us before taking off back to her cubicle in her cute little heels.
Jackson entered the ladies room, erecting his wet floor sign in the open doorway just as Margaret was arriving to the door. I noticed she had a longing, pleading look in her eyes and had parted her lips, likely just about to ask Jackson to delay his cleaning for long enough for her to relieve herself, when I quickly spoke up and halted her progress with,
“Long trip today, Margaret?!” I said. ”Still up for our drink tonight?” I asked as I gazed at Margaret from my desk.
“Why sure I am!” she said, as she took a couple of steps into my cubicle, looking around my little office. I couldn’t help but notice that her abdomen stemmed stiff, stiff from looking full, a full bladder. Did this sexy woman need to pee? Curiosity was killing me. She looked so sultry today, that thin, sheer white dress encasing her toned, tanned body. Her abdominal muscles showed through her dress with striking clarity and detail, and looked full to the point of appearing nearly swollen. Margaret was carrying a full bladder for sure, undoubtedly having “held it” all day long while on her outing, just like poor little Elle.
Margaret turned around, saw Jackson mopping the tiled floor in the far stall of the ladies room, she paused, staring at him working for a moment, and while she was looking away, I turned my gaze to her rock hard sexy legs. They were tense, and were constantly rhythmically bouncing with a very very subtle bounce, just not subtle enough to escape my fetishistic notice.
“Have you been to this place before? The Olive?” I asked, again feigning curiosity to distract a desperate woman from her body’s pleading needs.
“What’s that? Oh, no, I haven’t” she said. “I’m excited to check it out, with you.” Margaret said as she smiled at me.
“Yeah, I’m really looking forward to it.” I said. I didn’t yet tell her we had reservations made, the surprise element being all part of the plan. We talked there in my cubicle for several more minutes Margaret continuing to patiently turn and monitor Jackson’s progress at cleaning the ladies room while I took the opportunity to relish the sight of this gorgeous, tense woman, all her bodily muscles tensing through her tight white dress, while the clock continued to tick tock away. Finally it read 4:55, and I stood from my desk and tucked my documents back into their manila folder and into my shoulder bag.
“Okay! Well, I’m going to pop into the little boy’s room before we depart.” I said as I made my way across the cubicle towards the men’s room door in the aisle. Margaret sighed quietly, but audibly as she again glanced with noticeable consternation in her facial expression at Jackson. Margaret stared at the men’s room door as I smiled to her and entered. I peed, didn’t really need to, but washed my hands afterwards and emerged from the men’s room after a couple of minutes, only to witness, Margaret’s rapidly tapping heel as she stood cross-legged in the hallway and let out a long, strained exhalation of breath through tightly clenched teeth. She blushed slightly as she made eye contact with me as I emerged back into the hall next to her, quickly uncrossing her tight-skirted legs, though remaining tense in her composure, her calves flexing strongly, no doubt a strong indication of the pressure existing inside her body.
“That floor’s gonna take about 5-10 minutes to dry, ma’am”. Jackson said as her emerged finally from the ladies room towing his mop bucket behind him. He left the wet floor sign propped in the open ladies room doorway as he pushed the gurney in front of the mens room to begin cleaning it next.
Margaret lifted one heeled foot from the ground, leg shaking slightly, as she stared longingly at the ladies room doorway for a long moment.
“Shall we go, Margaret? We wanna try to beat the rush hour traffic, no? We gotta make it over to fifth street.” I said, nonchalantly. Margaret glanced once more at the ladies room, then at the men’s room for a brief moment before turning to me with a big smile.
“Sure! Yeah we sure better beat the traffic. Come on, let’s go.” And with that she and I turned and proceeded from the aisle towards her office, and then the exit to the elevator. Margaret turned to glance towards the restrooms once more, and watched, in what must have felt like slow motion, as Jackson continued to mop behind his gurney and his wet floor sign, as the toilet she needed drifted further and further away. Margaret stepped into her office quickly to grab her shoulder bag, and I took this moment to gaze at this woman’s beautiful bottom in her tight dress as she strode towards her desk. The lines of her panties were visible through the thin fabric, and clung to her round butt enticingly. She bent over her desk, and paused for a moment as she looked over several documents that were sprawled about, and her gorgeous ass pushed the fabric of her dress tightly, making the seams of her panties form a gorgeous, fun-house-mirror triangle over Magaret’s big, womanly behind. I noticed also that all her weight rested on one leg, foot tapping the floor rapidly, before she would shift her weight with quick motions to the other leg as she focused as well as she could for a few precious moments at the work on her desk. She definitely looked like she needed to pee, and I noticed that the empty latte cup sitting on her desk was today a large, not a medium like yesterday. She gathered her things and grabbed her bag finally and we made our way towards the elevators, Margaret taking one least furtive glance at the wet floor sign propped up in the open ladies room doorway. We got into the elevator, my finger finding the floor level button, giving it a good push, the button’s back-light illuminating the F letter with a satisfying glow. Success, I thought to myself, I had successfully gotten Margaret out of the office, depriving her of her need to pee and let out her bodily fluids which she’d no doubt been holding since that morning, and it was now past five o’clock.
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Part 5
When we got out to the parking lot, the question came up of course as to who’s car we were taking for the evening, and I quickly offered my car, being a gentleman (I also didn’t want to give Margaret the chance to pull into a bass station somewhere to pee, not if I could distract her and prevent it). Margaret obliged and we got into my vehicle and departed. Margaret’s sweet, sexy legs looked so good in her tightly dress as she strapped in her seatbelt next to me and we left.
“Look I just want to say, I know what you’re thinking, is she a cool boss? How could she be this cool to just flaunt the rules and go out on a date with an employee? Well, actually, I am cool, but there isn’t like a rule or a statute or anything on the books that says we can’t date. My husband, on the other hand, does work in an office with a rule like this, and yet he hooked up with little miss Brooklyn anyway, and no one says a thing.” Margaret said looking annoyed out the window at nothing in particular.
“Shows how the corporate world goes.” I said in an agreeable tone.
“And by the way, we’ve been separated for almost two years now, so don’t think I’m like, some slut, okay I haven’t had sex in ages.” Margaret said with a comedic, sardonic tone of voice. “Oh my god, too much information!” Margaret said with a big bellowing laugh. We both laughed loudly at Margaret’s brash commentary until she suddenly stopped laughing, flinging her two legs together tightly as a barely audible, “Ohh” escaped her lips and she, like Elle yesterday, pulled her seatbelt out a couple of inches from her abdomen, clearly trying to take pressure off of her bladder. I of course pretended not to notice, I was too focused on making sure to take just the right turns through the city to hit….
TRAFFIC. Our progress through the gridlocked city streets halted suddenly as we hit the infamous rush hour traffic. I knew we would, how couldn’t we? It was five. As soon as Margaret saw the traffic, she sat bolt upright in her seat, and a nervous, very anxious expression came across her face.
“How much longer to the club do you think?” Margaret asked me.
“Fifteen minutes, in this traffic twenty-five” I said. Margaret crossed her legs, her thighs bouncing lightly but rapidly and constantly. She looked frantic for a pee, no doubt, but the traffic only inched along with a frustratingly slow pace. After about five more minutes, Margaret let out a long sigh. I could have asked if anything was the matter, but once again, I said nothing and pretended as if I hadn't noticed anything was amiss.
“This is just like that traffic yesterday” I said, turning to Margaret. She forced a smile onto her stern, focused, tense expression as her gaze met mine.
“You hit rush hour yesterday too?” she asked, seeming like she wasn’t entirely focused on the conversation.
“No, I mean when we were driving back to the office from the property yesterday, remember when Elle needed to pee?” I said, hoping the word would elicit some response from Margaret as to her own pressing need.
She let out a slight chuckle. “Yes, that’s right, I do. Oh god, that was a nightmare.” she said, as she gazed out at the traffic, single-mindedly wishing it would speed up and we could just get to the cocktail lounge. But the traffic kept heavy, and wouldn’t let up for several minutes longer. During this time, Margaret tried to drive down her shifting and gyrating in her seat, but she just couldn’t sit still for a moment, her legs were constantly quivering, the muscles tensing and flexing under her sheer white dress. Margaret let out a long, frustrated sigh again as she pulled her seatbelt away from her abdomen.
“Are you alright, Margaret? You can adjust the seat position if it’s not right for you.” I said, feigning ignorance.
“I’m fine, actually, I just need to visit a ladies room, if you can believe it.” Margaret said, with a quick tone of voice. I could believe it, alright. She laughed slightly, looking over to me. “How ironic, given Elle’s performance yesterday.” she said with a smile. Oh how, I thought to myself.
“Oh really, oh okay, well we’ll be at The Olive soon.” I said, attempting to give her some reassurance.
Margaret kept letting out long tense breaths as she sat at the edge of her seat, thighs bouncing under her tight dress, looking increasingly anxious to find somewhere to pee. It wasn’t fair, I had deprived her of her right to relieve herself at the office, and she’d clearly been holding a full bladder for the entirety of the day by this point.
I pulled the car into a small parking lot, and Margaret sighed with relief as she looked around. “Okay.” she said with a smile. She undid her seatbelt as I parked and we both got out of the car.
It was a small parking lot surrounded by brick buildings which had been painted with gorgeous colorful murals on the walls. Margaret looked around in all directions, looking for the club somewhere.
“Where to?” she finally asked.
“This way” I said, and we were off walking along down the sidewalk. “We’re just a few blocks away, we’ve gotta cross the river that way, there’s just so little good parking in this area.” I said. I noticed Margaret looking around. It was a busy area, the streets lined with parked cars, and as we emerged from the little lot in which we were parked we were surrounded with people out and about, walking down the long boulevard between the shopping strip to our right and the river to our left, just over a hand railing. The rushing of the river was audible, and Margaret let out a loud sigh as she stared over at the rushing liquid, no doubt reminding her of the contents of her swollen bladder. She eyed a Walgreens beside the sidewalk.
“Here, I’m just gonna stop in here and use the ladies room real quick” she said with a quick smile as she hastily disappeared into the entrance of the building. I looked around. The sun was setting, casting a beautiful orange-pink glow around the clouds in the sky, as tourists and yuppies flocked down the sidewalks to and fro, people no doubt enjoying outings with friends on this merry Friday evening after a long work week. I was sort of pacing around, relishing the memory of Margaret’s tense, voice and posture only a couple minutes before, beginning to feel myself grow hard inside my pants over thoughts of my desperate, sexy boss, her tightening legs muscles, her sexy butt as she’d rushed into the Walgreens, when suddenly, I saw her emerging from the entrance whence she’d disappeared. She had a concerned look on her face as she stepped with brisk steps, heels clacking against the concrete sidewalk, right back over to me.
“They don’t have public restrooms in there.” Margaret said with a huffy sigh, as she looked around at the everyone walking by. “Pretty ridiculous in this public an environment”.
“The Olive is just this way a few minutes.” I said with an upwards lilt in my voice. I looked down, noticed Margaret’s tense legs were vibrating and bouncing a bit, looking tempted to start walking in place, there was so much nervous energy in them. Bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce of the legs, the tight fabric of her dress shining and reflecting the sunsetting light bouncing off of the river. She stood in place, but couldn’t remain still, couldn’t stop the subtle vibrations of her body.
“Okay then, sorry let’s go.” she said, and she took off walking ahead of me, in the direction that I’d pointed, in spite of the fact that she didn’t know where the club was, and I did. I caught up to her, and as we walked, her walking was extremely tight, and her heels clacked loudly against the sidewalk. She was looking around at all the storefronts that we passed. Her breathing was extremely tight and constrained sounding.
“So how long have you known that this is what you wanted to do with your life?” I asked, looking over at this beautifully nervous woman.
“What’s that development work?” she asked. I nodded. “Well, I always knew I had potential to to see visual spaces well…” she spread her arms out in display, saying this, before dropping them quickly to her sides, just beside her legs. “and so I ended up studying interior design, and later took a business course to try to learn how to develop it into a fully sustainable business, but lo and behold, I thought why just do interior design when I have a lot of exterior ideas as well?”- here she stopped walking, stepping from foot to foot subtly outside of a little Latin American grocery bodega. “I’m sorry,” she said with a frantic, breathy voice, her lungs sounding tight. “I- I’m just gonna stop in here real quick, I’m sorry but I - I’m gonna pee.” she bit off those last three words, muffling them under breath as she rushed, almost ran, into the little bodega, but I was sure I’d heard them, quietly but audibly, “I’m gonna pee” from my boss’ mouth. This in my mind marked a further loss of composure, for up until now she’d only gone so far as to say that she needed to pop into the restroom, now, her explanation of her bodily need was becoming more explicit. She quickly emerged from the bodega, again looking as flustered and frustrated as she had before while exiting the Walgreens several minutes previous.
“No bathroom in there, either! what the hell?! I asked for el bank, the lady just shook her head at me.” Margaret said with real annoyance in her voice now.
“Look, why don’t we just go to the club, it’s just across the river here?” I said, genuinely trying to convince her to just come along, we’d be there shortly, etc. She puffed herself up, uncrossed her tightly crossed legs and began walking upright with heavy breaths and short, tense steps in her high heels across the cobblestone side walked bridge, just over the river. The rushing river’s volume grew aubidly louder as we were about halfway across the bridge, and Margaret, ever-so-quickly clutched her crotch through her dress for a moment, before pulling her hand away again. It was brief, but it definitely happened. She was walking in a B Line straight across the bridge over the river, seeming not especially to even care whether or not I was keeping up with her. When I caught up to her and looked her in the eyes, I noticed a rivulet of sweat streaming down her forehead, her eyes looking around in slight worry….where was The Olive?
“Where’s the club?” she asked, the urgency clearly audible in her voice.
“it’s just this way a few buildings.” I said, pointing. She saw the sign, and nearly ran, she was walking so fast, to the doorman outside. When I caught up to her a moment later, she was standing outside his the door, stepping rapidly from foot to foot as the doorman behind the podium looked her over.
“Any weapons of any sort in your bag miss?” the doorman asked, looking Margaret up and down.
“Absolutely not.” Margaret said, with a pleading look in her eyes.
“We’re not violent people.” I said with a laugh, attempting to lighten the mood in the air, which was noticeably tense, due to Margaret’s constant stepping in place, her heels clacking against the concrete.
“Why are you anxious to get in the club, ma’am?” the doorman said, actually flashing a flash light on Margaret’s nervous, bouncing legs!
At this, Margaret hunched over, bent at the knees, crossed her legs tightly.
“Sir, I have to pee… like a racehorse.” she said, shaking her head, with real strain on her voice on “racehorse”. Suddenly, Margaret grabbed her crotch through her tight dress and squeezed for a long moment, before pulling her hand away, remaining bent at the knees, bouncing quickly up and down before the doorman’s podium.
“Right this way folks.” the doorman said, waving us into the club with his little flashlight.
We entered the club, and Margaret made a B Line for the restrooms, while I looked around at the bar for a place to sit. The bar was full of people in cocktail dresses and stylish suits, business casual get ups and cool blouses adorned the young city people in The Olive. I found a table, and as soon as I sat down, Margaret stepped up quickly to the table, pausing beside it.
“We’ve gotta go somewhere else. There’s a huge line at the bathrooms.” she said, with real urgency in her voice. Her arms holding her up on the table, her sexy legs were pushed back behind her, crossed tightly, as she hunched over the table where I sat. I noticed a guy passing by behind her get a good long look at Margaret’s wonderful ass as she bent over my table. Her legs just couldn’t stop vibrating and quivering with a ridiculous speed and urgency, and I half expected rivulets of urine just to start streaming down her gorgeous tanned thighs at any moment as she quivered and huffed and puffed beside the table.
“Oh what, really? We just got here. Not even one drink? Im sure the line will quell and empty eventually, if we sit here.” I said, looking up at Margaret, feigning a casual tone of voice.
Margaret’s eyes flicked around the club in panic, back at the restrooms, down at the seat opposite me at the table. “okay, one drink” she said, sitting down.
She looked extremely tense, sitting opposite me at the table. Her torso was shaking, her breathing loud and panicky sounding, but she again tried to appear nonchalant and friendly as she looked at me across the table with pained, forced smile.
“So earlier you were saying that you wanted to do interior design first, but later got into exterior design as well?” I asked, trying to start up a conversation, hoping to prolong Margaret’s poor desperation.
She flashed a pained smile, her legs bouncing furiously underneath the table.
“Yes- yes, and so I ended up p- putting together a port folio that worked , in my opinion, to show off my talents and abilities. huhhhhhh” she sighed, craning her neck to look over at the restroom line again. Just then a waitress approached with a pitcher of water and two empty glasses, setting them before Margaret and me at the table.
“Hello folks, welcome to the olive.” the waitress said, and with that began pouring water from the pitcher straight into Margaret’s glass before her. With that, Margaret leaped up from the table, and squeezed her crotch with her right hand, causing her dress to ride way up on her legs, alost exposing her glorious behind, as she stepped back and forth between her feet directly before the waitress and myself, in this crowded little city bar.
“Alex, we have to go, I’m sorry, but I’ve never had to pee so bad. I’m like literally gonna piss my panties if I stay here any longer.” Margaret said, staring straight into my eyes with determination, ignoring the waitress, searching for some modicum of empathy in my gaze as she stepped back and forth from foot to foot, holding her pussy tightly through her dress.
“We have a restroom, ma’am” said the waitress, looking over to the hall. “Oh, yeah there’s a line now, but…”
“Alex we have to go.” Margaret said again, this time her voice whimpering with urgency, sounding like a little girl. I stood from the table promptly and walked briskly beside Margaret towards the exit of the club.
to be continued........ |
Okay final part, part 6 (please see note at end of story)
We walked quickly by the doorman as we stepped outside back into the alley, the sidewalk was completely packed with people, and the lines outside of all of the clubs and lounges were at least ten people deep by this point in the evening, the real Friday night having begun by this point. The sky was almost entirely dark now, just the last faint hues of sunlight gracing the western horizon of the sky. Margaret pulled her hand away from herself looking around as she walked in small nervous circles in front of me.
“Aghhh, I have to PEE. God, this is so embarrassing Alex, here I’m ruining our date, but god I need to PISS, and theres nowhere to go! ughhh, what the fuck.” Margaret said , sounding genuinely angry by now. “I should have just peed at the office, I’ve held it since 9am! Where do we go now, Alex?” she whimpered, stepping rapidly in place, looking worried as she looked around in panic.
“Come on, let’s catch this bus right here” I said, pointing to a bus that was lowering it’s hydraulics beside the sidewalk to our right. “It’ll take us over to the east side, there are places there that are far less busy on a fRiday night” I said.
With one last loud exhalation of breath, Margaret quickly stepped onto the bus. She started to frantically search through her shoulder bag for bus fare, before I paid the fare for both of us and shepherded my desperate boss down the center alley towards of the packed bus. There was nowhere to sit, and Margaret and I were forced to stand in the area between he lower seats and at the raised seats in back of the bus, and so we did, Margaret clutching the pole in front of her. I stood behind her, and got an eyeful of her gorgeous butt bouncing in front of me, just inches from my own crotch. Margaret stood up as straight as the pole before her as she gazed out the front window of the bus with tunnel-vision concentration. The bus stopped, more people getting on board, the bus becoming more and more crowded.
“When are we getting off?!” Margaret asked me with panic in her voice.
“Just a few more blocks.” I replied. the bus kept moving, but with the arrival of several new passengers, Margaret and I had to shift our position to a much tighter arrangement, this we achieved by me cramming myself directly behind Margaret. Her gorgeous, quivering butt rested right on my crotch for a moment as we tried to squeeze into a manageable position on the bus. I pulled away for a moment, feeling that as sexy as this was, it was incredibly inappropriate nonetheless, but Margaret actually grabbed me by the arm, pulling me back close to her, exclaiming,
“no, do that again. I need the position.” I was confused as to what she meant, and why, but I obliged, pressing myself behind Margaret, her beautiful, bulbous butt cheeks smashed right into my crotch through the fabric of our clothing. Her beautiful ass quivered and tense and pressed hard against me as she used the leverage of my body to press her crotch against the steel pole in the bus directly in front of her.
“Ohhhhhhhhh” she let out, her breathing panicky and quick, sounding pained, strained, near defeat. “I have to pee so badly.” Margaret said, shaking. Her butt was pressed against me, and I began to feel myself growing hard.
“Ohhhh my god, when can we get off this fucking bus!?” Margaret asked, with growing ferocity. I think she could feel my hardness, as she began to rub her beautiful butt up and down on me, as she reached down in front of herself and grabbed her crotch.
“We’re almost there.” I said, trying to stifle a moan as her Margaret’s big ass pressed itself against me. Margaret turned back to me and faced me with a deep, angry, yet sultry look in her eyes, it was a familiar hunger/anger, for anyone whose been with their share of partners, Margaret was frustrated with a desperate need to pee for sure, but something about our current circumstances had cause the rise of an altogether different emotion inside her…..one of lust. She grabbed my right hand and brought it, with real strength and force, down to her crotch and made me squeeze. I could feel her tight pussy through her panties, her lips squeezing with real effort to contain her urine, but wet, hot and moist all the same. Her vagina was working hard not to let the flood get through. Just then, we hit a large bump on the road, causing the bus to jolt hard, and this caused a large spurt of piss to escape from Margaret’s tight little pussy, and the liquid spread out in a circular motion from her behind, all over my crotch, and wet my finger tips too, as we stood there on the dark, crowded bus.
“I need to get off this bus right now.” Margaret said, as she reached up and pulled the pulley to alert the driver to stop. We proceeded down the center aisle as Margaret forced herself past the other passengers standing on the bus. The puss quickly pulled to a stop, and Margaret departed the motor vehicle quickly.
We were now in a different neighborhood, a little less full of people, a little more suburban in it’s style and outlay. A large fountain erupted in the town square beside us as Margaret rushed quickly by.
“Ohhhhh, where to go, Alex?!” she said, taking quick pained steps, looking everywhere around us.
“We just have to go this was a couple minutes, there'll be cafes and stuff over here.” I said, pointing up the street ahead of us.
“UGHHHH!!!!!!!!” Margaret groaned. We were about to pass a park, there were a few bushes and trees shadowed outside the ring of a a street lamp in the park square. Without giving me any time to react, Margaret pulled me into the shadows behind the bushes with her. “Come here!” she said, sounding supremely angry at this point.
I rushed with her into the park, behind the bushes, only to see the ridiculous sight of my boss squatting with lighting speed down to the ground, her dress flying up her tight body behind her, as she quickly pulled her panties to the side with one and and HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, let out a RAGING HARD TORRENT of piss that seemed to nearly dig a hole in the ground where she squat. “OHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhh” Margaret moaned, as I stared down at this sexy, squatting, pissing woman in absent minded awe, speechless, motionless, frozen, captivated by the moment. My dick stood hard and tall in my pants as I watched Margaret piss and piss into the ground below her. She turned to me, her checks flushed a bright red, a look of animalistic lust in her eyes, as she said, “Come here!’ standing rapidly from her squat, her dress still hiked up around her torso, as she grabbed me by the arm, quickly reached down and nearly tore down my pants after angrily struggling to get the belt undone, and grabbed my hard cock with her beautifully feminine hand.
“Turned you on, did it? Good, this is what I fucking deserve.” She said, as she whipped back around in the dark bushes, bending over in front of me. i didn’t know what to do at all. “Come on!” she yelled. “Now! You’re turned on, and I haven’t had sex in months!” I stepped up behind Margaret, my sexy boss, I stuck my cock inside her wet, protruding pussy. BLISS. SWEET BLISS. HEAVEN. WET, FEMALE, WOMANLY PUSSY HEAVEN engulfed my hard member and I grabbed Margaret’s hair as I began to pump and thrust myself in and out of my gorgeous boss, watching her beautiful butt bounce with every impact of my pelvis. “Fuck me!” she yelled with real lust in her voice. I fucked and fucked and fucked away until we both came, shuddering with the bliss of post-coital relief, collapsing onto the dark grass in the shadowy bushes where we lay.
After along while of us staring at the stars, talking about our pasts and our lives and our work lives and our relationships throughout the past, we decided, finally, to walk back to the car. It was about a two hour walk, but was extremely pleasant and friendly. There was this sort of feeling in the air that we could now actually get to catch up with each other and get to know each other, as the ice had been broken and the sexual tension between us had been cleared and lifted from the air.
We kept it nonchalant at the office, but saw each other a few more times and had several great fucking sessions before we stopped seeing each other, found other partners and eventually I moved on to a different firm for work, but I will never forget that night in particular with my sexy boss Margaret.
THE END
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AN: This story involves hurt/comfort, wetting, bullying, karma, furry/anthropomorphic characters, original characters, furry/anthropomorphic original characters, messing (much later on), high school setting, and romance. This story will include minimal sexual content, and all characters are depicted 18 years of age or older. Also this is my first story on here, hope you enjoy.
Character List So Far
Lexi Prow: A jumpy mouse senior girl who lacks a social life, loves video games, and is decent in her academics. (18 years old)
Alex K. Jess: A maned wolf baseball player junior who is friendly, if not a bit airheaded. He isn't very good at academics and is Lexi's love interest. (18 years old)
Celine Tyura: A cheetah senior and leader of the cheerleader squad. She is one of the more popular girls in school and Lexi's full time bully. (18 years old)
Chapter 1: Start of a Bad Omen
A murid girl walked through the crowded hallways of Rasa High School, yawning as she wiped the sleepy tears from her eyes. She was pretty short, like most of the mouse students in the school, 5'2 in height, and wearing a large black hoodie that hid her petite figure; with the name of a band she didn't remember. Under the hoodie was a grey pleated skirt and a pair of pink thigh high stockings. The fur on her head between her ears had a pixie cut style to it, combed on one side and partially draping over her face. Her tail was dyed pink on the very tip, and she had a golden piercing on her left ear.
She wore a pair of wireless earbuds and was listening to some pretty loud metal, completely ignorant of the world around her. She didn't stand out too well, which was just how she liked it, shifting the grey backpack over her shoulder to fit more comfortably as she walked to her locker. Students of all shapes and sizes passed her, ranging from canines, felines, equines, cervids, lapines, ursids, avians, too many to list in one go, but most of them dwarfed her in size as they walked by and with her. Couples kissed, friends chatted, groups giggled, everyone around Lexi seemed to be aware of their own thing. She reached her locker a few moments later. Like everyone else's: it was blue, tall, and had a silver combination lock on it.
Unlike everyone else's, however, it had clearly seen much better days. It was dented, and the blue on the door was faded, having gone under a large degree of abuse. Crude insults had been written in permanent marker all over the doors, such as "LEXi tHe lOsEr" or "Wimpy Mouse" on it. Opening the locker, Lexi pulled out the textbook for her homeroom class; Business Studies. As she was about to close her locker door; a large paw shoved her in, before slamming the door shut behind her.
Lexi let out a cry as her head smashed into the wall of the locker, and felt her insides grip in fear as the door was slammed behind her. "No!" she cried in panic. "No, let me out!" Slamming on the door, she could tell someone was keeping the door shut, as it barely budged. "Let me out of here, please!!" Lexi begged. Suddenly, the bell rang, very loud and very clear. Lexi knew it was likely louder for her due to sensitive ears, but like many times this happened before, she knew the bell nevertheless drowned out her pleas, no matter how hard she yelled. However, she could hear several female snickers just outside the door before they too were drowned out by the loud electronic ringing of the school's intercom system.
The bell finally stopped ringing a full five minutes later, and when it did; it was silent. Doors were shut, and no one was no longer in the halls. Lexi knew there were no classes at all near her locker, but at least the janitor's office was close by. But the janitor didn't come by for a while, and Lexi knew she was stuck waiting. Meanwhile, she was trapped in a dented box with her backpack, several textbooks, and barely any room to breathe. While this wasn't the first time it happened, it didn't stop Lexi from breathing frantically, or whimpering to herself.
Lexi had been plagued by many issues as a child, such as essential tremor, and the proneness to passing out. And it was these reasons that got her picked on since middle school. But if there was one reason she could call herself lucky, is that she wasn't a target by the school's popular group from her incontinence. She had a very weak bladder, much weaker and much smaller than normal. Most mammals her size and mass could have a bladder limit of 200-300 milliliters, but her unlucky self could only handle up to 180 milliliters, max. Her parents had found out when she had bedwetting and school accidents all the way to upper elementary.
She'd taken medication to help with those issues now, and was trained with kegel exercises to help with the issue. However, they didn't help much. Her medication only helped her with controlling the urge to pee, but it had no effect on her limit, and was rendered useless when things like laughing or fright happened. In fact, she'd only had one accident in middle school, and it was by sheer and stupid luck that she wasn't caught by the other students for it.
- Flashback: 5 Years Ago -
The school's Halloween haunted house was a very big event. Middle schoolers were both ecstatic and frightened over the idea of a maze enveloping the entire gym, with jumpscares and horrible monsters hanging from the walls. Lexi, who was only 13 at the time, had been persuaded to attend by the drama club, who put the whole thing together advertised the event, asking to enjoy the haunted house as a way of appreciating all the work they put into it. Lexi had never been a no type of mouse, and gave easily under pressure.
And Lexi was completely regretting that mindset, unable to leave the in fear of either looking like she didn't appreciate the drama club, or a scaredy mouse. She was wearing a pirate costume, complete with boots, dark brown pants, a torn tunic she'd made herself, and an eyepatch. On her head sat the typical tricorne most associated pirates with. Standing in line at the school gym, she could hear screams, roars, moans, and cheesy scary music that most commercials or radio ads played. The paper cup of horchata that Lexi held was mostly empty, and half crumpled by Lexi as she shook nervously. While most of the kids were excited, some were scared and nervous about going in. Those twenty minutes of waiting were the worst Lexi had felt. She could've been bobbing for apples or getting candy, or taking part in some game where she could have fun instead of getting the daylights scared out of her.
When she arrived at the front, the screams were even louder, and there was even crying heard. Lexi had finished her horchata, and even chewed on the ice to distract her, as painful as it was. Tossing the empty cup, she entered reluctantly. She was greeted by darkness, and she whimpered as her tail curled up. There were glow in the dark arrows on the floor, as well as tape on the edges of the path to highlight the way through. She heard cackling, echoing throughout the gym. The other kids nearby, either in front or behind were crying or blubbering, unable to articulate any words properly. Lexi didn't blame them. As she continued, a large claw leapt out from the wall, seemingly phasing through it even though it was a curtain. Lexi let out a squeak and rushed ahead, eyes shut as she ran.
And bumped into something immediately. Looking up, Lexi cried out upon seeing it was a large skull mask with eyeballs looking right down at her. Scrambling to her paws, she tumbled through the path to see several boys disappear around the corner. She tried to follow before seeing splatters of red and hearing cries and yells in the next corner over.
The murid turned the corner to see red everywhere, the boys gone, and a large bulky figure in front of her. Before she could react, the figure's head - the skull of a canine - turned a full 360, before lunging straight for her. Lexi let out a bloodcurdling scream, louder than she'd screamed before, and ran. She bolted for her life, right past the figure and into smashed right through the paper wall to a closed gym door. Lexi slammed on it, pounding on the door while screaming for help. Unbeknownst to her at the time, her pants had become completely wet out of fear. Finally pushing the large heavy duty doors open, she ran into the open baseball field, which was empty. Lexi collapsed on the grass, crying and gasping for breath in wet pants.
Shaking violently, Lexi was about to breathe, before she threw up all over the field from so much adrenaline. When she'd calmed down, she was still shaking, but this time out of embarrassment. When the teacher found her, she was completely unmovable for several minutes, unwilling to go back and begging the adult to not tell anyone. It was only until the teacher told her that she wasn't the only one who had an accident from the haunted house event. With that, she felt somewhat better, and she felt even better when the teacher promised to sneak her out of the school and call her parents to pick her up.
When they arrived, they were unhappy with her accident, especially when she was doing so well. However, they were semi-understanding due to the fact it was induced by fear. They took her home, and Lexi refused to come out again for trick or treating. She went to bed early that night, and surprisingly had no nightmares about the event. The next day, Lexi came to school nobody mentioned any accidents, and it was like the whole thing was just another every day experience, which it technically was. Either way, she was glad that was over and done with, because she'd had the most humiliating and horrifying experience mixed in one: though she would be very disheartened at the thought of that moment becoming a bad memory.
- Flashback End -
Lexi shuddered as she remembered every embarrassingly gritty detail of that day, and then she was reminded of her current predicament. Knowing no one would be skipping out on homeroom class, she went back to banging on the door. "Lemme out? Is anyone there?" she cried as she leaned against the door, putting all of her feeble strength against the locker in an attempt to open it.
Of course, it didn't move an inch. Or even a millimeter. Nervously, she began to bang her head lightly on the locker, anything to distract herself from the despairing feeling of helplessness, how she'd be late once again and her parents would get even more mad, since she'd never told them of her bullying situation. She would be mocked and ridiculed for being late once again, for being a loser who didn't care about school. Clenching her eyes, she tried to force away the tears welled up and trickling down her groomed furred cheeks.
Then she felt it.
Oh no.
"No. No no no no no," Lexi whimpered, and she clutched her hands between her legs. Her bladder was acting up from the coffee she'd had in the car earlier today. She was originally going to go to the bathroom after she got her things, then straight to her class, but now things were going south. Her bladder ached and she let out a frantic whine, looking for a way out. "Hello?" she cried. "Hello, please let me out!!"
Nobody was there once again, and Lexi kept pounding on the door with one hand, the other scrunched against her crotch and between her squeezed together thighs. "Please, I have to go!!" she yelped. She felt a touch of warmth, and she gasped. She was already leaking. She didn't even remember if she took her pills today, but she prayed she did. She prayed that someone would open the door and free her before another accident happened and ruined her last year in high school.
Lucky for her, her prayers would be answered. A knock was heard on the outside of the door, and Lexi let out a joyous gasp. "I'm in here, lemme out!" she cried.
"Oh, uhh...how'd you get in here?" a male voice asked. It was too muffled for Lexi to recognize it, and she suspected he had something over his face. But right now she didn't care, she just wanted out of this prison.
"I-I got pushed in! C-could you open the locker?" Lexi begged. "Please, I'm about to pee myself in here!" She knew she shouldn't have said that, it would probably give this person ammo to tease her later, but her brain was screaming for her to desperately release her bladder.
"Oh! Uhh, what's your number? N-not your phone number, your locker number; sorry..." the voice stuttered, and Lexi gave it out without hesitation. About twenty seconds later of fumbling, the door slid open, and Lexi stumbled out, right into a body behind; or in front of the door. "T-thank you!" she cried before looking up.
Alex Jess, member of Rasa's baseball team, looked down at her with a concerned look. At least she thought it was concerned, were it not for the scarf currently blocking everything under the eyes. Alex was one of the handsomest boys in school, though he wasn't very good in the topic of academics: he was repeating his junior year instead of advancing to senior year. But he had a carefree attitude, and loved being social more than anything else.
And he was Lexi's big crush, ever since freshman year. Big enough that the thoughts she'd had over him would make anyone flush in embarrassment. And she was pressed up against him, about to soak them both. Blushing deep red, Lexi stumbled past Alex, screaming a "sorry" as she ran for the bathroom. Alex raised an eyebrow before looking down at the open locker. "Uhh, you forgot your stuff!" he called.
Lexi didn't hear, rushing into the girl's bathroom and into an open stall. Fumbling for a second, she attempted to yank her panties down, but they were caught on her skirt. She struggled for a few more seconds before giving up, sitting on the toilet as her bladder finally let loose. Flooding her panties, Lexi sobbed as she buried her face in her hands as the bathroom filled with loud hissing and splashing as she peed. While she was distraught that she was wetting her panties, it was much better than having an accident in that locker.
For a few minutes, Lexi sat there, her torrent of urine having stopped a minute beforehand, before she looked down. Her pink panties were soaked, as were her thigh-high stockings. If she went out now, everyone would know she'd wet herself. In the end, she resigned to just removing her thigh-highs to save her some embarrassment. She debated removing her panties as well, but she decided to just leave them on. She didn't know when the bullies would strike again, and it was preferable to have her panties exposed than all her bits for the school to see.
Lexi didn't move for another five minutes, her breath still shaky as she whimpered and stared at her embarrassing mess.
- At the Same Time -
Celine grinned as she left the stall in the girl's bathroom. That wimp Lexi was so fun to mess with. She'd been doing it since freshman year, and Lexi hadn't ratted her out once. Some of her friends enjoyed picking on her as well, all of them reveling in her cries and begging when they pushed her in the locker this morning. She was a loser, a dumb mouse who nobody would think twice over, because she was such a loner.
As soon as she washed her paws, she dried them and pulled out her phone to check on the latest social media stories. She was already using a bathroom break, she might as well make the most out of it. She didn't even turn it on when she heard running and a few voices. She recognized one of the voices as Alex, whom she wanted to join her reverse harem (she currently had three boyfriends and was looking for at least five), and the other as Lexi. Did Alex let him out?
The mouse rushed into the bathroom past her, and into a stall, clearly not closing the door as she stumbled over the toilet. Peering in, Celine watched in morbid surprise as Lexi peed her panties over the toilet, loudly crying as droplets of urine spilled over her legs and onto the floor. Celine winced, clearly disgusted and unsympathetic as she left the bathroom. Twice, she was surprised in that moment when she saw Alex waiting outside.
"Alex? H-hey, how are you doing?" Celine asked, attempting to sound a bit flirty. The cheetah cheerleader was currently wearing some pretty promiscuous clothes; short shorts, a crop top, and an open jacket. She'd seen many of the students, mostly guys and a few girls, gawk at her behavior, one of the many reasons she was so popular was openness with her body, as well as how rich she was.
Alex, however, didn't pay too much attention to outfits. He was holding a grey backpack and was looking quite concerned. "Kinda worried. Someone left her things after being stuck in one of the lockers. I'm waiting till she comes out," he said. "You should probably get back to class. I'll wait for her and see if she's doing OK."
"Oh, you don't have to. I'll bring her backpack to her. You don't wanna be late to school, do you?" Celine asked coyly, already thinking of more ways to humiliate Lexi by ruining her things.
"I'm already late. You go back to class," Alex said dumbly. "I'll wait for her."
"Oh...OK," Celine said before heading away, waiting until she'd walked out of earshot to start muttering angrily. "Stupid Lexi...stealing my wolf's attention when she's peeing herself like a kitten..." She stopped walking, before smirking evilly. "Oh...now there's an idea..."
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First chapter to a possible long term story, just sort of testing the waters. I plan on starting stories on this website, and I thought I'd start with something I had on my mind for a while now. Feedback is welcome, as are ideas, and other story topic concepts. Hope I do good!
Other stories I had in mind
A fantasy/age of sail universe
Medieval universe
Cyberpunk universe
Edited October 21, 2021 by FreedomRiders
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Been a while since I posted a long entry, and this is a first for me on this forum - a short story. Stayed up way too late last night writing it, and I know from experience that my writing generally needs about 50 revisions before it's good enough to publish, but I thought I would share the process with you guys and ask you to chip in and comment. All feedback from the quality of the storytelling to punctuation errors will be gratefully received. It will be good to get up-to-date feedback on the situations as well; for example, I'm pretty sure Babycham is not a popular drink any more, but not sure what has replaced it as a 'female' drink. Prosecco?
I have in front of me the words, 'The secret to writing something worth reading is to plan each stage of the story.' If that is the case, this isn't worth reading, but as it is a short story and I have been mulling it over in my mind for a week, maybe it isn't so bad. On the other hand, the plan for the first chapter was twice as long as this, with a possible chapter 2 to follow. So this is the first part of chapter 1, and I'm going to call the second half 'Chapter 2'. The real chapter 2 will just have to be chapter 3, or 4, or whatever, depending on what happens. So much for planning. I said it was going to be a process... Last time I wrote a short story it ran to 23 chapters and isn't finished yet.
It is set in an unnamed northern town (England). Unlike the last thing I wrote, I decided to make it a first person narration, with one of the main characters telling the story in her own words, so her dialect shows through. There are grammatical 'errors' I wouldn't allow in my own writing, you understand. The tone did go a bit to pot near the end where the northern voice got lost and came out all P G Wodehouse. It still needs revision, but I'll share it anyway because it was quite funny (IMHO).
There's nothing terribly original about this chapter. It's all about getting to know the characters and setting up the situation that leads to later events, so the wetting at the end is just a warm-up wetting, so to speak.
I look forward to your comments. There's a PDF attached for your convenience, e.g. if you want to print, but please respect my copyright and don't disseminate further. Thank you.
Of course, you may read purely for your own enjoyment without feeling constrained to correct or comment; if you do, please overlook its imperfections.
An Unusual Night Out
Draft the First
Chapter 1
I was just about ready to go out when my housemate said to me, ‘Do I look like a slag in this skirt, Sandra?’
I looked at Nicola in her tight black skirt and white top, barely containing her large boobs.
‘It’s a bit short,’ I lied. It was actually very short. I could see her black knickers from where I was sitting on the bed, and that was before she bent down or walked a few steps, which would make it ride up even more. ‘Why don’t you wear your tight jeans?’ I suggested. ‘They show off your bum nicely.’
I had an ulterior motive for suggesting that, though. If she wore that skirt the lads wouldn’t notice me because they’d be hoping for a flash up her skirt, and I can’t compete with that. My legs look crap in a skirt, so I prefer jeans. If she wears them too it levels the playing field when we are on the pull, and it was Saturday night and that is what we do Saturday night.
‘And it draws attention to your legs, but your boobs are your best part.’
That was true: Nic’s legs were short. Sturdy, not flabby or owt, but not your long elegant legs, so she always went out in high heels and wore clothes that emphasised her top. My legs aren’t exactly model’s legs either, but if I wear flats we look OK together, and while my boobs aren’t as large as hers, they’re pretty good, if I say it myself. Under a tight shirt or thin blouse with no bra, I get a fair crack of the whip when it comes to lads.
So I won that discussion but had to wait for her to change again. Then we had a couple of shots to kick-start the evening and headed off to get the bus into town. It was just us two this weekend. A load of our mates we usually meet up with had gone off clubbing in the city. They tried to get us to go, but Nic couldn’t do because she works Saturday until quite late, and I stayed with her, being her best mate and sharing a house and all. It wasn’t all bad, though. Without a large group we had less competition and a better chance of getting a lad each back to ours.
It felt cold when we went outside. It was late October and the nights were getting dark. Just a thin top with short sleeves isn’t much to keep you warm and I was glad we had proper long trousers on. Even so, it would mean a rush between pubs, arms folded across our chests as much for warmth as keeping our boobs from bouncing out of the tops. No point bringing a jacket – it would just get nicked as soon as you take it off. Normally, we get off a stop before the bus station and work our way up Queen Street towards the town centre pubs. That way we do the rougher ones before everyone gets pissed and fights start, and we end up in one of the modern pubs, which have better loos. After two or three pints you want to be in a ‘toilet pub’, as we call them, which have a decent ladies. The older ones just have these shitty ones that have been added on at some stage, having been built when only men went out drinking, and there are never enough bogs. But Nic and I effed it up because the bus was one of them old ones without any announcements at each bus stop, and we couldn’t see properly into the darkness through the bus windows, so before we knew it, we were pulling into the station.
We hurried into the Slug and Lettuce and got a half in. It was pretty quiet, though, with mostly couples sitting around talking and no-one dancing at all. We soon departed for the Drayton Arms, which is a bit posh, though it gets mad later on, and it was so dead we just got a Babycham and considered our next move. It looked like everyone was really old, like over forty or something. A bloke in a dogtooth jacket and sporting a moustache kept giving Nicola the eye, so I nudged her and suggested she went and tried to get him to dance, but she just cackled and told me to eff off. We finished the drinks and set off again, giggling as we passed Dogtooth on the way to the door.
The road was starting to fill up now. The crowds spilled off the pavements and into the street so any vehicles were limited to walking pace. On a Friday and Saturday night, the streets belong to people again, not cars, and the revellers know it. A gang of lads called us from the other side of the street to show our tits, and of course we obliged, though none of the lads were right fit. Then we got to Bodegas, which is more our scene with a proper disco and lights and a younger crowd. Nic and I took to the dance floor, which was still fairly deserted, and danced round our handbags for two or three songs, but there wasn’t much doing. It looked like the usual gangs of lads hadn’t arrived there yet, so we set off again, hoping to find richer hunting grounds. We passed a few groups of lads in the street but didn’t attract much attention. The cold made our nipples stiffen and poke through our tops, but Nic had made the mistake of wearing her blouse with the ruffle down the front which covered the front of her boobs up. The blouse was good for showing cleavage, especially when she leant forward, but running along with arms across her chest, her best assets were virtually hidden, and though I had a plain stretchy top on that made the most of my tits, I don’t have her natural advantages.
We did our best at the next two pubs, taking to the floor and throwing our best moves, but it seems like there was no-one willing to come and split us up. By now we were getting to the seedier end of town where the real spit and sawdust pubs were, and it looked more and more hopeless.
‘Should we head back up to the Slug and Lettuce, Sand?’ Nic asked. ‘It might have livened up by now.’
I don’t know why, but I hate doubling back on myself when I’m on a pub crawl. It feels like cheating or a kind of failure. And the wind was blowing down Queen Street straight from the North Pole that night.
‘How about heading for the Wheatsheaf?’ I asked. ‘I could do with a toilet pub now.’
‘I don’t know. It’s a bit far.’ The Wheatsheaf was out near the football ground and generally had a good atmosphere going, though it was off the main drag and a bit less rowdy than the town centre pubs got late on. I thought it was a good idea, though the walk would be a chilly one tonight.
‘I could certainly do with a piss, though,’ added Nicola. I didn’t feel very sympathetic about that as she had bought a half of cider at the last pub while I just had a small G&T, so it was her fault really. We were both pretty pissed by now too, which was probably affecting our judgement.
‘You don’t want to go here,’ I reminded her. ‘You’d probably catch something off the bog, if you can reach it without paddling across the floor. There isn’t even hot water in there.’
‘Alright then, come on.’
Clutching our arms around ourselves, we ventured out again. A group of lads shouted at us to show us our tits, but they seemed unenthusiastic on the whole and we didn’t linger beyond a brief flash. Perhaps the cold chilled their ardour; perhaps they were just being friendly more than keen. But we didn’t have time to stop and find out, the cold making the fullness of our bladders feel worse than it did in the warm. We turned into Fragley Lane and it seemed more sheltered, with just blasts of wind catching us when we passed a ginnel between the houses, the setts they were paved with interrupting the concrete slabs or tarmac of the pavement. This part of town was mostly terraced houses, too near town to support more than the occasional corner shop and certainly nowhere to pee until you got to the Wheatsheaf. You couldn’t even bob into one of the ginnels between the houses that lead to the back alley separating the rows. The council had installed streetlights in all of them for safety reasons and it was like trying to hide under spotlights. You daren’t squat over a drain either, as the police picked you up and fined you if they caught you at it. There was a crackdown going on after recent complaints, and two police cars passed us as we hurried along, Nic struggling on her heels and needing to go even worse than me.
‘There’d better be some fit lads when we get there or I’m going to kill you, Sandra,’ she threatened. I laughed, taking it in the spirit it was meant. Although we sometimes argued, me and Nic got on well and had moved in together when we both got jobs and wanted to be away from our parents. The house was only a two up, two down, but it suited us and gave us independence. We cooked together, liked the same television and acted as each other’s wing men when we went out on the pull. Most weeks we either fetched up round a bloke’s house on a weekend or, more often, got two of them back to ours. It was what we lived for, really. I mean, as Nic says, it’s what your hole is for. And if only one of us pulled, the other would generally join in on Nic’s king size bed. They don’t object, the blokes. They think it’s great because they’re getting a threesome, but really they just have to work twice as hard to fetch two lasses rather than one, and we don’t let them off lightly.
Well, I don’t know what I’m telling you about our sex lives for. This night doesn’t end like that, but I suppose it’s more interesting than telling you about Nic’s constant complaining and moaning as we made our way down Fragley and over the big roundabout onto Kings Way, stamping our feet impatiently while waiting for the pedestrian lights to change as we crossed the bypass, the cold and nagging bladders making us both tetchy.
It was when we got to the corner of Cooper Lane and Sedgwick Road that things took a turn for the worse. We were heading northwards into the wind again, which felt like it had dropped another ten degrees, piercing our jeans and penetrating our tops as easily as if they weren’t there. We needed to increase our pace just to avoid freezing, but Nic’s high heels on the uneven pavements and setts wouldn’t allow it. We linked arms for warmth and support.
‘I tell you, Sand, I’m going to piss myself any minute. This bloody wind is shrivelling up my bladder.’
‘We’re nearly there, Nic. Hold on; we can make it.’
‘I’m bloody freezing. Even my goosebumps have got goosebumps. Why did they have to put the Wheatsheaf at the North Pole? We could get eaten by polar bears or anything.’
‘We’ll warm up in the pub,’ I promised her. ‘And they’ve got a lovely large toilet. You can let it all out when when we get there. This’ll just be a faint memory once you get that relief.’ With hindsight, that was probably not a good thing to say to her, but I must admit that I was desperate for that relief myself by then and it was hard to think of anything else. In my imagination I was opening the door to the well-appointed ladies in the Wheatsheaf, taking my place in one of the numerous stalls, pulling down my trousers and finally relaxing as my bladder emptied itself into the bowl. I had to resist the temptation to do it there and then, squeezing my muscles tight to prevent any premature leaking. For Nicola, the thoughts I had inadvertently put in her mind were nearly torture. She stopped suddenly, crossing her legs and trembling with the effort of holding on.
‘Christ, Sandra, why did you have to say that?’ Her face was taut and her lips tight as she battled a wave of urgency, then pulled my arm to make me walk on, to make as much progress as possible before the next wave hit her. We had not walked as much as half the length of a terrace before she had to stop again, beads of cold sweat on her brow as she squeezed her thighs together and bent her knees to keep control.
‘Think of the lads waiting for us,’ I urged. ‘We’ll have a right laugh, I bet.’
‘Don’t make me laugh, whatever you do,’ she moaned, which made me laugh, cut off short when my own urgency threatened to overwhelm my defences.
We staggered on a short distance, Nicola nearly bent double and clinging onto my arm, her face a rictus of concentration and pain. She came to a standstill and bent at the knees again, not daring to take another step. Alls she could manage was a wordless ‘huh’ when I again reminded her how close the pub and salvation was. The spasm must have passed, because she straightened up with a less pained expression and took a couple of steps in the right direction. Then I saw a wet patch appear under her bum, which with surprising speed coursed down her legs, up the seam at the rear and across her stomach. She fixed me with a look of utter amazement, frozen and unable to move while the flood continued unabated. It ran off her knees in rivulets and down the legs into her shoes. It soaked round her bum till the front and back patches joined and started spreading down her thighs. It ran onto the ground and made a river across the pavement and into the gutter, gurgling as it ran into a drain close by.
Me, I was creased. I just howled with laughter. It was fucking hilarious; she was pissing herself like mad and just couldn’t stop. I’ve never seen anyone so wet, and I’ve seen a few accidents, I can tell you. In fact, I laughed so hard I wet myself. Even that didn’t stop me laughing.
‘Oh no! You’ve made me piss myself as well!’ I managed to gasp, standing legs apart to show her the damage. Nowhere near as bad as her accident, though. I got it to stop pretty quickly, but I was more than damp between the legs. Fly, bum and the tops of my thighs were proper wet.
But Nic was soaking, and I mean soaking. From below the waist to the ankles there was barely a dry bit of denim, and it glistened and shone in the orange streetlamps. Drips came off her bum and knees when she moved, and it was clear we had a big problem. We could hardly go into a pub like that, and the hot wetness was already chilling fast. We couldn’t take a bus home, no taxi driver was going to allow us to sit on their seats, and almost everyone we knew with a car was in the city clubbing. As the laughter died, I realised we were in a bit of a pickle, to put it mildly.
‘We’re fucked,’ I said, not putting it mildly.
At this point Nicola did think of a few things to say to me that weren’t exactly complimentary. More recriminations, in fact. I had, she reminded me, suggested going to the Wheatsheaf despite the distance, the Arctic weather conditions and fullness of her bladder. A fool with no brain could have foreseen the consequences. I had stopped her using the facilities at the Crown which would have doubtless been more than adequate, and it had been my sole fault that we had missed the right bus stop because I was banging on about this girl at work who had been annoying me. As a result we had progressed along Queen Street in the wrong direction and missed all the fun and good toilets. In fact, if I had not advised against her choice of skirt, we – or at least she – would by now be wrapped in the arms of some bloke with a ripped body and a skilful line in cunnilingus, lying in a warm, dry bed under a warm, dry duvet in our warm, dry house, and not stranded miles from it in freezing, wet jeans with no hope of survival. If the accusations were somewhat extreme and one-sided, I didn’t defend myself as I would normally have done, paying little attention as I looked up and down the road in hope of inspiration. The long lines of terraced houses in which lived only strangers, the distance between us and our home, and the cruel wind, served merely to increase the feeling that Nicola’s accusations, while unfair, were not inaccurate and there was little hope of an outcome that did not end with our exhausted, frozen bodies being discovered the next morning in an alleyway, huddled together ineffectually for warmth like the babes in the wood. And, she pointed out, as we would both be dead, no-one would know that it had all been my fault, adding, she felt, insult to injury. Her language was a great deal more colourful than that, but she was feeling her predicament acutely and it was not a pleasant one, so we should allow her some leeway.
As I looked up the street for the third time I noticed the name of a side street a short way along from our position. It rang a faint bell and for a moment I couldn’t fathom why. Then the vague memory crystallised into a face, and the face recalled a name.
‘Nic, I think I know someone who lives close by. Maybe he will help us.’
© Mark S Halliday 2021
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Hot on the heels of chapter 1 comes... chapter 2! It's twice as long (nearly) as Chap 1 so maybe it should be chapters 2 and three. Whatever.
It concludes the short story, sort of, but ends on an intriguing note that begs a sequel. I do have an idea or two for chapter 3, 4, whatever, but we'll have to see.
As before it's my first draft. I really feel I was losing the 'voice' of Sandra, the narrator, when I wrote it, and I really need to get back into her head and re-write it. But I thought it more important to get the story down first while it was fresh in my mind, and work it up later. As I said before, this is the whole process laid bare for all to see 😉 and hopefully contribute to.
The PDF at the bottom is the cumulative version with both chapters and all corrections to date. Enjoy.
Chapter 2
I knocked on the front door and it opened to reveal a tall, slender man, whose weather-beaten face made it hard to tell if he was in his late fifties or early sixties.
‘Hello, Mr Sadler,’ I said. ‘Sorry to disturb you so late, but my friend has had an accident and we wondered if you could help.’
He looked us both up and down with an uncomprehending glare, then a look of recognition dawned. ‘Oh, it’s you, Sandra. I didn’t recognise you at first.’
‘Yes, we’re a bit stuck. Can you lend us some clothes or something?’
He considered a moment, looking again at the state Nic was in. ‘OK. But you can’t come in here. You’re dripping. You’ll have to go round the back. The side gate is open.’
The front door closed again without ceremony and we headed round the side.
‘God, Sandra, you’re not going to cop off with him? He’s ancient!’
‘Don’t talk wet, Nicola,’ I snapped, then laughed. ‘Pun not intended.’ The house was not a terrace, though it was next to a row of terraces. Next to it were two tall, solid gates chained together in the middle and topped by barbed wire, with the words Stan Sadler & Son in faded, peeling paint in the form of an arch, with Builder beneath them in solid, heavy letters, and below that in smaller type And Builders Merchant. Next to them was a pedestrian gate which yielded to my push. As we stepped into the yard it was suddenly illuminated by harsh floodlighting, revealing stacks of building materials, a store building, a waggon and van, both of which had a more modern rendering of the business name painted on their sides.
‘How do you know this bloke, then?’ asked Nicola. ‘Is he Stan?’
‘No, Stan must be old Mr Sadler; he’s the son. He did the loft conversion for Mum and Dad a couple of years ago before I moved in with you. I used to make cups of tea for him and his lads working. He would chat and that. Even now if I see him out shopping, he remembers my name and asks after Mum and Dad and what have you. A proper nice bloke.’
The back door opened and Mr Sadler took control of the situation. ‘We’ll have to get those things in the washing machine and clean you up. You’d better take your wet things off here,’ he said, indicating Nic with a nod. She complied, pulling down her soaking jeans and leaving them on the concrete, standing in her black lace knickers. ‘What’s your name then?’
‘She’s Nicola,’ I said quickly, realising I should have introduced her at the door. ‘She’s my housemate.’
He looked at her expectantly, and when nothing more happened he added crossly: Well, I can’t wash your knickers if you keep them on, can I?’
‘What? So you can cop a look, is it?’ Nic responded in similar vein.
‘I’ve seen women’s arses before,’ he replied sourly. ‘Get ovver yoursen.’ Nic coloured up at that and put her knickers on the pile.
‘Can I use your toilet now, Mr Sadler?’ she asked.
‘I thought you’d done it already, from the look of your kecks.’
‘I need to go again,’ she said, almost whining.
‘Well, finish off onto that pile, then,’ he said curtly. Nic had to stand over her clothing and piss again, wee pouring from her bare pussy; at least he had the decency not to stare but turned to me instead. ‘What about you?’ he asked.
‘I need the toilet pretty badly. Can I go inside and use it, please?’
‘Not in that wet state,’ he said baldly. I didn’t think my wetting showed that much, but clearly nothing escaped him. ‘There’s a drain back there – ‘ he nodded towards it – ‘piss in that. Don’t want it all ovver the yard.’ He glanced up at the sky, invisible beyond the lamps. ‘Forecast is dry tomorrow.’
I didn’t have time to argue, my need was getting so bad. I went to the grating as few yards behind me and started to undo my jeans.
‘Your friend has wet her jeans. Are you her mate or aren’t you? What do you think she feels like?’ It was less of a question than an accusation, but I couldn’t grasp what he was driving at. My face must have betrayed my confusion. ‘Well, are you going to join her? I’ll wash yours for you as well, but a mate wouldn’t leave her stood on her own like that.’
It took a moment for what he was saying to sink in. He was telling me to piss my jeans so Nic wouldn’t feel humiliated by being the only one to wet herself thoroughly. I was feeling rather woozy from the alcohol and tiredness by now, and all I knew was that I needed a pee like mad. I squatted down over the grate and prepared to soak the bum of my jeans, but again he remonstrated with me. ‘She did it standing up. If you stand over the grate it will go down your legs into the drain rather than everywhere.’
I stood up resignedly, my only defiance being to turn my back to him so he couldn’t see my front as I pissed.
‘You want to ruin your shoes, do you?’ he bellowed. It was the tone of voice I had heard him use to his building apprentices when they they were indulging in horseplay rather than work. It reminded me of the woodwork teacher back in school, keeping control of a wayward class. I wearily took them off, put a foot each side of the grate and finally let loose. Despite the circumstances, I have to say that it was an almost heavenly relief. Hot pee gushed down my legs and wrapped its way round my bum, even warming my cold feet. With my back to him and the light, I threw a long shadow across the yard like an A with the bar missing, and when the jeans could absorb no more, a stream shadow formed, twisting and playing between the elongated leg shadows until I was empty, and only dark drips from the soaking fabric remained of what had just passed. Without waiting to be told, I stripped off jeans and underwear and added them to the pile.
‘Right,’ My Sadler said grudgingly. ‘I’ll see to them. You’d better come and get cleaned up.’ He went through the door into what was a utility room, a lean-to extension to the original house. There was a cluttered work surface with washing machine and dryer beneath. The walls above had crude shelves on grey painted angle brackets, holding a mixture of things from work tools to an iron. A large packet of washing powder stood next to a plastic can of engine oil, a dusty bottle of conditioner on the top shelf. It struck me a typically male environment; I guessed there was no Mrs Sadler. He rummaged in a pile and pulled out a large rag that had once been a T-shirt, placed it on the floor and told us to dry our feet on it. Then he found a washing basket, told us to put the rest of our clothes in it and led the way upstairs. As we followed, now naked, I noticed how clean and tidy the kitchen looked, a contrast to the utility room, which he clearly considered a work room and an extension of the yard rather than part of the home. The sitting room, which I glanced through an open door, was also surprisingly neat for a bachelor.
‘Are you married, Mr Sadler?’ I asked.
‘I was. Laura passed a few years ago,’ he said, stating a fact, not expecting sympathy. I guessed that he kept the house like she liked it, an unseen but welcome presence in his life.
Nic was visibly the worse for wear. I had to steady her on the stairs, which Mr Sadler noticed and came back to assist. His manner was, in contrast to his words earlier, quite gentle and supportive, lending a strong arm to her without seeming condescending, which we both found oddly reassuring. In the bathroom he turned on the shower over the bath, laid a rubber bathmat in it and pulled the shower curtain across. He let me sit on the toilet lid while he helped Nic onto the mat as she lifted her legs over the side of the bath. She unsteadily grabbed at the shower curtain and he rescued both it and her, holding her arm until she got her balance.
‘Just lean a hand against the wall for a moment,’ he urged her. Then stripping off quickly, he climbed in after her. ‘Right, put your hands on my shoulders for support,’ he instructed, then took a flannel, soaped it up and began to wash her shoulders and arms, then down her back and finally her chest, soaping her breasts in the same gentle way he had rubbed the rest of her. He renewed the soap on the flannel and warned her he was going to kneel but to keep her hands on his shoulders. He stayed lowered himself gradually so she stayed steady, and began to lather her legs all the way up to her bum. Even when he passed the flannel between her legs, he didn’t take advantage. Then he stood carefully again and, taking the shower head down, rinsed her off, giving just a little more attention to her pussy with the jet so it got, as he put it, thoroughly clean. Getting her out of the bath was just the reverse of getting in. She had her hands on the wall for support while he got himself out, then gave her his arm while she stepped onto the bathmat. He used a large, fluffy towel from the airing cupboard in the corner to dry her off, afterwards quickly dabbing himself with the thin ‘every day’ towel he normally used. We had been given the posh guest towels, obviously. Then he suggested she went and lay down on the bed, taking her there himself and getting her comfy in what was clearly his own double bed.
Returning to the bathroom, he assisted me with my shower as well. I was scarcely better than Nic by that point. I had nearly nodded off while sat waiting and my movements were groggy and uncoordinated, so he must have seen I need looking after as well. It felt lovely and relaxing to be washed and dried by someone who wasn’t after anything else. It was nice to be cared for like a child, somehow. After the warm shower he tucked me up in his bed, naked next to Nicola, and I fell asleep.
*****
It must have been some while later that I was aware of him climbing over me to get into bed too.
‘Aren’t you sleeping in another bed?’ I asked sleepily.
‘What other bed?’ he asked in reply. ‘This is the only one. There’s room if you don’t sprawl.’ I don’t really remember anything after that for some while. He didn’t try anything on, if you know what I mean. I only awoke when I needed to piss again, in the middle of the night. I tried to get up quietly without disturbing anyone, but a muscular arm wrapped around me and held me in bed.
‘I need to go pee,’ I whispered so as not to wake Nicola.
‘Don’t fall out of bed,’ came the very drowsy response, so I repeated, ‘I need to go to the bathroom.’
‘It’s alright. Just go,’ he said.
‘I’m trying to go,’ I whispered back, ‘but you’re holding onto me.’
‘Just go, it’s alright,’ he said again, shifting position a little to make his firm grasp more comfortable. His voice sounded nearly asleep as he added, ‘Just let go. It’s alright.’ And with that I felt warmth and wetness flowing over my thighs.
‘Oh no! I’m peeing the bed!’ I whispered in alarm.
‘It’s OK, just let go,’ he repeated, and I carried on peeing, the wetness flowing over my legs and bum until my bladder was at peace again and I lay in a pool of warmth. One odd thing though: as I started to fall asleep once more, I felt a hard prick pressing against my side. Nothing unusual about that: when I’ve slept with a lad they often wake up and want a second helping. OK as far as I’m concerned, but I can tell you, after 2am I do not want to get involved. I just turn my back to them and let them do it. You won’t get anything out of me at that time; I just don’t go there. Unless they’ve been dicks and shagged me without making sure I cum as well. No second helpings for them! I straighten my legs and press my thighs together and after a bit of fruitless poking they soon get the message. But on this occasion, although I would have let him in because he had taken care of me, nothing else happened, I’m sure. Yet I did feel something…
*****
Bright light flooded the room, wrenching me awake, and shortly afterwards the duvet was pulled off and I was hit by a blast of cold air.
“Wakey, wakey!’ called Mr Sadler. ‘Rise and shine!’
I groaned and started to sit up. My head felt like a hammer had hit it and my eyes were on fire. I blearily looked around. Nicola was lying on the bed beside me, and Mr Sadler was by the window, which he had just opened wide, removing the duvet cover and putting it in a large washing basket on the floor. All three of us were naked. It was a sunny day but obviously still cold. The bed lost its warmth immediately; it was soaking wet.
‘God, what happened?’ moaned Nicola, opening her eyes and immediately shutting them again.
‘Let’s get you two through the shower, shall we?’ said Mr Sadler.
‘What happened to the bed?’ asked Nicola, becoming aware of the state it was in.
‘We pissed it,’ I informed her bluntly.
‘Oh yeah…’ she said, recollection starting to dawn. ‘Ow! God, my head hurts.’
‘I think you two were enjoying yourselves last night,’ Mr Sadler reminded her.
‘Is that what you call enjoying ourselves?’ I asked rhetorically. ‘I seem to remember failing to pick up any lads, freezing our balls off and pissing ourselves.’ I wasn’t in the best of moods.
‘Come on,’ said Mr Sadler, offering a hand. ‘Let’s go.’ He lead me to the bathroom and turned the shower on. I lifted the lid of toilet – even in my semi-conscious state, I thought it was very domesticated for a bloke to keep the lid down – but he said, ‘No, you can’t use the toilet yet. Get showered and have some breakfast first.’ Well, I wasn’t busting at that point – the mid-night piss in the bed saw to that – so I climbed into the shower and took the proffered flannel to wash off the piss I had been sleeping in.
Nicola came in too and took over in the shower the moment I got out.
‘The towels are hung on the rail,’ Mr Sadler said, ‘but if you need more there’s one or two in the airing cupboard.’ He nodded at the cupboard door in case we had forgotten where it was.
When I went back to the bedroom, he had stripped the bed and I saw that under the bottom sheet there were a number of absorbent pads like old people use. He was folding up the wet ones and putting them in a pile, then took the dry ones off, revealing a waterproof cover over the mattress. He dried it with a cloth then sprayed it cover with a bottle of something, but looked up when he became aware of me.
‘Where are my clothes, Mr Sadler?’ I asked.
‘They’re still drying. You’ll have to get them downstairs. Bring Nicola down to breakfast, would you?’ He took the pile of bed sheets away with him and I went back to the bathroom. It was warmer than the bedroom, and Nic had just finishing drying herself. She didn’t ask about the toilet; perhaps she didn’t need a pee yet.
The kitchen was pleasantly warm as we walked in, and smelling of toast and coffee. On the table was a plate and cutlery for each of us, a coffee pot stood on the stove, and Mr Sadler was turning over slices of toast under the grill. Two of the place settings had two glasses by them, one of water, the other a small straight glass containing something red. A packet of paracetamol lay in the middle of the table along with a tub of margarine and a jar each of jam and marmalade.
‘If you want headache tablets, there they are.’ He indicated the packet. ‘Sit down. And I suggest you knock those back. You’ll feel better.’
‘What are they?’
‘My hangover cure. A secret recipe containing tomato juice, Worcester sauce, a drop of Tabasco, an egg and a small shot of vodka. Don’t drive or operate machinery for the rest of the day. Best drunk in one go.’
‘What’s secret about the recipe now you’ve told us?’ Nicola objected.
‘You don’t know how much Worcester I put in it,’ Mr Sadler smiled.
‘Vodka? You’re not supposed to mix paracetamol and alcohol, are you?’ I pointed out. ‘It’s not healthy.’
‘It’s not healthy to drink the amount you did last night either,’ he responded, ‘but you did.’ He paused as if reflecting. ‘Yeah, well, I was young once myself. Do you want toast?’
‘Where did you say our clothes are?’ asked Nicola, who had missed my asking the same question earlier.
‘I put them on to wash overnight. Now the jeans are drying in the machine. They’ll be a while yet.’
‘I hope you didn’t put our knickers in with them,’ I said, fearing male incompetence would have shrunk them beyond use by the time they came out.
‘No, they’re drying on the radiator. They aren’t ready yet, either.’
‘So why are you naked, though?’ asked Nicola. ‘You’ve got clothes. You live here.’
‘Well,’ he paused, looking a tad embarrassed, something I wouldn’t have thought him capable of. ‘As you two haven’t got anything to wear, I thought you would feel weird if I was fully dressed and you weren’t. I can put something on if you’d prefer.’
‘Haven’t you got a dressing gown?’
‘Never had one. Sleep naked, get dressed in the morning. That’s me. Coffee?’
He poured a cup for each of us. I drank the red concoction quickly as instructed, but it didn’t taste too bad. Nic and I both took two tablets each, and slowly began to feel more human. I ate a piece of toast, but Nic said she wasn’t hungry. After a while I noticed she was beginning to squirm in her chair, and I guessed the coffee was working its way through her as it was me.
‘What’s with the toilet?’ I asked him. ‘Can we use it now?’
‘Not yet. After breakfast.’ He poured us each a second cup and offered more toast, but I had had enough to eat. I couldn’t understand why we were being denied use of the toilet although there was nothing wrong with it. Soon I was squirming like Nicola was, the bladder that had been tired out the day before objecting to trying to hold in so much coffee and tomato juice without having had a morning pee. I tried again.
‘How come you get to pee and we don’t?’
‘I haven’t peed this morning,’ he countered. ‘Your clothes aren’t dry yet, so you might as well relax and enjoy breakfast.’
‘I’ve finished mine,’ Nic said belligerently. ‘Can I use the bathroom, please?’
‘All in good time.’
‘Why won’t you let us?’ I protested. ‘You know what happens eventually.’
‘I’ve got the wet bedclothes to prove it,’ he agreed. ‘But it’s early days yet.’
By now I was sitting bolt upright on the hard kitchen chair to reduce the pressure on my bladder as much as possible. ‘How much longer will it be? When the clothes are done?’
‘We’ll see,’ he said.
Nic began to get angry. ‘Look, you can’t prevent us, it’s not right!’
‘It’s my bathroom, isn’t it? I didn’t have to help you out and give you a bed for the night.’
Nic stood up and started pacing up and down. I could see that look she had had yesterday on her face again, and knew she was suffering. Suddenly a painful urge hit me, worse than an ache; the pain of a bladder that has been mistreated and has not had time to recover, and I lost my temper.
‘Right, I am going to piss and you can’t stop me! Don’t even try!’
I rushed to the stairs and started to climb them, but had not got more than two or three steps up before I had to stop to contain a wave of desperation that felt like it would burst through my abused sphincters and cause a waterfall right there in the stairs. Mr Sadler had followed me without hurrying and waited at the foot of the stairs for me to recover. When I climbed on, he also followed, and when we got to the top said, ‘Here, I’ve got something that will help you.’
I had been anticipating a struggle, but he gave no sign he would physically restrain me. ‘Come with me.’
He led me into the bedroom and went to the wardrobe. In the bottom was a packet from which he pulled two padded plastic things that I realised were incontinence pants. ‘They go on like this,’ he demonstrated, tucking the open pads between his legs and showing me how they fastened at the side with adhesive tabs. He helped me with mine because you kind of needed two sets of hands to do it.
‘There. That will take the worry away. It won’t matter if you have an accident now. Let’s take one for Nicola too.’
Nic greeted our appearance with a shriek of laughter. ‘You’re wearing nappies!’ she squealed.
‘You too, young lady,’ Mr Sadler commanded, and told her to tuck the pants he held out to her between her legs and hold them at the front, while he took the rear and fastened the two bits together on each side. ‘Now, if you piss, don’t do it all at once. Let a bit out and give it long enough to soak in. These things can absorb a whole pee, but only if all the absorbent material gets used, so you have to let it soak in and spread or you could leak.’
‘Why are we wearing them, though?’ Nic asked in some bewilderment.
‘It’s convenient, isn’t it?’ he answered. ‘You don’t have to stop what you’re doing or worry if you’re getting desperate.’
‘Why have you got all these things?’ I asked. ‘Do you have a problem?’
‘I’m not incontinent, if that’s what you mean. How about some fresh orange juice? When you’ve drunk too much alcohol, most of the way you feel crap is because of dehydration, so you need to drink more to counter the diuretic effect it has.’ We both accepted another glassful of drink, perhaps too confused to raise any objections. I felt oddly defeated, after my defiant attempt to reach the bathroom had been defused without so much as an argument, never mind a fight.
As Mr Sadler handed me my orange juice, I saw the white front of his ‘nappy’ turn yellow. I realised he was actually pissing right there in front of me, still handing over the glass as if nothing could be more natural. Nic had sat down again, her large breasts hanging over the table, and he went over to her with hers. I could see the crotch of the pants gradually becoming heavy and sagging, and the rear took on a sodden look under the plastic covering. From Nic’s expression, I could tell she had noticed too.
‘You’ve pissed yourself,’ she pointed out.
‘That’s what they’re for. And you can talk about pissing yourself.’
‘Well, I’m not waiting any longer.’ She spread her legs on the chair and her face took the distant look of someone who is listening to a far-off sound.
‘Oh! My goodness, it’s hot! The piss is soaking all over my stomach and bum!’ She was actually smiling now. ‘Oh wow!’ The relief in her voice was palpable.
‘Not all at once, mind,’ cautioned Mr Sadler. ‘You should probably stand up before it gets full.’
Nic obliged, the nappy wet nearly up to the waistband because the piss had been unable to soak into the thick pad between her legs. ‘That feels… very pleasant,’ she admitted. She poked the padding, watching how heavy and sodden it appeared, and how the pee sloshed around where it was oversaturated. ‘I’m going to piss again,’ she announced, and we could see the wetness grow in the bit between her legs and see it seep higher at the sides.
‘Don’t sit down again now,’ Mr Sadler warned. ‘You’ll squeeze it out and that will make it leak.’
‘I need a poop now,’ Nic declared.
‘Not in the kitchen!’ Mr Sadler said in alarm. ‘Hold on till you get to the toilet.’
That just left me. I was hopping from one foot to the other, but wasn’t in a huge hurry to wet myself, despite Nic’s obvious enjoyment. To be honest, holding was making me feel horny, and I rubbed the front of the padding, hoping to give myself a bit of a wank while making it just look as if I was exploring what the pads felt like. They were too thick for much effect, though.
‘Don’t all stare at me,’ I said caustically. ‘I’m not going to piss for your entertainment.’ I took the glass of orange and drank about half of it. Then I had to squeeze my thighs together and wind one leg round the other, and I realised I couldn’t hold much longer.
‘If you’re in that much pain, just let a bit out to take the pressure off. That way you won’t suddenly explode and piss too fast for the pants.’
I was still resisting the painful urge, though, my face screwed up with the effort. Nic actually laughed at me. All right for her, now she’d emptied herself out. When the spasm passed, I stood with my feet planted half a yard apart and relaxed my hold on my bladder for the first time since I’d woken up. A feeling of bliss flowed into me as I felt the warm piss flow out. It was like being in a hot bath filling rapidly. It bathed my pussy and rose up my front, wetting my pubic hair and my tummy, while a spearhead pushed up my bum crack in advance of the general advance up my rear. I think I actually sighed as I felt the ache in my bladder pour away. I was so wrapped up in the feeling of blessed release that I totally forgot about just letting a bit out; I wanted it to never stop. There were drips running down my legs but I was oblivious. As the flow began to reach its end, several shudders ran through my body as I stood there, eyes closed. My bladder reached empty and I made a deep sigh both of contentment and relaxation, the feeling of well-being that follows a deep pain flooding along my limbs and through my body like the first drink of spirits on an evening.
It was Nic’s raucous cackle that brought me back to where I was and made me open my eyes.
‘That was your cum face then,’ she crowed. ‘You looked like you do during the big O, and you shook!’
‘I was just relaxing,’ I protested. ‘It was the relief and all the tension leaving me. You looked pretty gone out yourself,’ I said, attack ever the best form of defence.
‘No, it was definitely a cum face, that,’ she continued regardless.
‘You don’t know relaxation when you see it,’ I responded. I mean, I would never admit it to her, but actually it did feel very erotic. If I hadn’t opened my eyes just then I might have forgot myself and plunged a hand down the elasticated front of the pants to give myself a seeing to. I was that far gone. As it was, I just felt the pants on the outside, squashing them in various places to make the pee slosh around my privates, feeling the weight of the wetness in my hands and the heat it held. The liquid, creeping first up my front, then up my bum as I squeezed under my pussy, felt very sexy indeed, and I wanted to both pee again (if I’d had any left) and rub myself to a real orgasm – but with an audience, that was out of the question. I mean, Nic has seen me do it a few times, though only when she was banging a lad and I was joining in and couldn’t wait for him to do it for me. But Mr Sadler was nearly a stranger, and old enough to be my father. I mean, you don’t, do you?
Mr Sadler handed me a piece of kitchen paper from the roll on the wall and told me to dry my legs. I tell you, nothing escapes him. ‘You’d better go to the bathroom and take them off. Roll them up, fasten them with the tabs and put them in the bathroom bin. Wash yourselves in the basin; I don’t think there’s enough water for more showers. You can use the toilet if you want. I’ll clear up the kitchen and see whether your clothes are dry.’ With that he started taking crockery to the sink, unconcerned about the full pants, soggy around his bum. I couldn’t tell whether the bulge at the front was just saturated padding or something else. I don’t know much about old men, but he’d been together with two naked women all that time and never got a hard-on, unless you count what happened in the night. It was strange.
We did as instructed, the bin being the size of a kitchen bin with a liner in it. I looked inside and there were a couple of the sheets I had seen on the bed in it already. After washing we noticed our clothes had been spread on the bed in two piles ready for us, the jeans still hot and a bit damp at the waistband, but totally wearable. I thought it was interesting that he had separated out the two sets of clothes, and hadn’t mixed them up. I’ve known blokes who wouldn’t notice if you change your jeans to a dress, never mind remembering exactly whose top and panties are whose.
When we came down, the kitchen was clear, and Mr Sadler went up to deal with himself and dress, promising us a lift home. While he was gone, Nic and I talked quietly to one another.
‘God, this is all so weird. That guy is such a pervert,’ Nic was saying.
‘He seems kind, though.’
‘He was kind so he could watch us dying for a piss, you mean. He just point blank refused to let us use his toilet, both last night and this morning. It’s not normal.’
‘You seemed to be enjoying it, though. You loved the nappy thing just now.’
‘Not as much as you did! You fucking came when you pissed!’
‘I did not! I was relaxing!’ My voice was starting to get heated, but I heard Mr Sadler come out of the bathroom so we both went quiet. Only a few minutes later he came downstairs, hunted for his van keys, and said, ‘Shall we go?’
Mr Sadler opened the van and let us climb in while he unlocked the gate. With all three of us in the cab, me sandwiched between the other two, there was not much conversation on the journey. I don’t think Mr Sadler talks much unless he needs to; Nic and I wanted to discuss the events of the past night but couldn’t in front of him, so not much was said until we arrived.
Nic got out saying only, ‘Thanks for the lift. Goodbye,’ and hurrying to our front door.
‘Yes, thanks for washing our things, giving us bed and breakfast and the lift,’ I said, making up for Nic’s abruptness.
‘Is she upset, do you think?’ he asked.
‘I don’t know. I think she’s just embarrassed. She’s sensitive about being seen by the neighbours when she’s doing the walk of shame on a morning.’
‘Well, if you ever want to pop in again, you’re very welcome,’ he said.
‘Can I ask you something?’ I asked, and when he didn’t say no, continued, ‘You know last night when I peed the bed, it felt funny at first, like I was peeing but I wasn’t. Then I peed some more and that time I felt my bladder emptying too. Was that…’
‘Yes, that was me,’ he answered. ‘It got you started, didn’t it?’ And reaching into the glove compartment he found his business card and handed it to me. ‘It’s been a pleasure,’ he continued, ‘and if you ever want to repeat it, give me a call on this number.’ I think he knew about my not-an-orgasm in the kitchen. I tell you, nothing escapes him. Then I got out and he drove away without another glance.
© Mark S Halliday 2021
Edited October 25, 2021 by MoistMark
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Beginning note: No, I have not given up on my Fahrenheit/Indigo Prophecy fic, it’s actually damn near done, and at the best parts to boot (or at least my personal favorites). However due to college and grinding through that I ended up taking a bit of a break to put it mildly. That wasn’t really fair so I decided to pump out some oneshots to make up for it. I had technically planned to put this one after the Fahrenheit one, but I decided to speed things up a bit. Technically this is a bit longer than a one shot but you get the idea. Anyways, this fic is based off a small chapter in Beyond 2 Souls and it contains some spoilers (some even in this very description so beware). It’s another David Cage game and many consider it one of his worst games but I’m actually enjoying it so far. The protagonist Jodie Holmes is very well written, partially due to being portrayed by Elliot Page (back when he hadn’t publicly transitioned) and the plot is pretty complicated but hasn’t been too reckless yet. My only complaints are basically some of the foreign languages are incorrect and one of the main love interests is a dick, however he gets better and there’s others to choose from if you can’t forgive him (which actually plays a huge role in this chapter so once again beware). Enough ranting, hope you all enjoy!
Jodie Holmes was wandering the desert, sweating through her white shirt and jeans while thinking about past events and her current situation. She was a kind and beautiful young woman with short brunette hair trimmed in a pixie cut, with a petite body and gentle demeanor. Don’t be fooled however, she was a CIA trained agent with the body, skills, and will of a cold blooded killer if provoked. Not to mention, she had a literal guardian angel tethered to her soul, who went by Aiden. Her superiors had unfortunately earned the wrath of both, due to setting her up. She thought she was on an important mission, and had been sent to assassinate the Somalian “warlord” Gemaal Sheik Charrief. Warlord, yeah right.
Her boss (and crush) Ryan Clayton (or Jack Ryan as she had humorously nicknamed him, which he had taken a liking to) had briefed her, saying Gemaal was a ruthless terrorist who needed to be dealt with, something that she and Aiden were certainly fit to do. She accepted, the two agents kissed, and she headed out. She and Aiden managed to eliminate multiple terrorists with the combination of hand to hand combat and supernatural powers, then met a wounded boy. Aiden healed his amputated leg, making him good as new. He spoke Somalian like everyone else, however she was able to understand his name was Salim, and he was willing to help.
The three made a formidable team, and eventually parted ways with the kid. Aiden proceeded to possess a soldier, and used him to assassinate everyone in the meeting, including her target Gemaal, then proceeded to shoot himself. Unfortunately it turned out the possessed and dead man was actually Salim’s father. The boy, understandably enraged at his friend for killing his father, reached for the man’s Gold Cup National Match pistol and let off shots. Aiden formed a barrier around Jodie, to which the boy fled knowing he would not be able to exact revenge. Soon a mob came close to cornering her, even managing to shoot her leg.
The agent was able to limp and barricade herself in a small shack, but she didn’t even know why she had done that. She stared at her Sig Sauer P266 handgun, contemplating whether to place the cool barrel against her forehead and pull the trigger, ending the madness and pain. Aiden rumbled his disapproval, and she felt ashamed for even considering the idea. Still, that wouldn’t completely shake her out of her mourning, this would traumatize her for some time. Despite all of her skills, despite Aiden’s powers and support, Jodie Holmes was not meant to be a cold blooded killer. Backup eventually arrived, picking her up and carrying her away. She would never forget the anger on Salim’s face as he cursed her.
“Ten years and I’ve never seen anything like it.” Ryan casually joked once she had showered and changed from her black t-shirt and camo fatigues to a faded red button-down, and jeans. “The boss sends his own private helicopter to get an agent back. All the top brass are crazy about you. You and Aiden of course, this wouldn’t be possible without him.” Jodie said nothing, instead choosing to stare into her glass of iced tea with a blank expression. “Jodie, are you alright? I know this was a lot to handle, and I’m sorry about that. Don’t worry, we’ll be home free and this will just be another mission accomplished, right partner?” Jodie slowly turned to Ryan, and finally spoke. “I’ll never forget what went down there Ryan. Never.” Ryan sighed.
“I know Jodie. I wish I could say it gets easier but it really doesn’t. The edge wears off, but it’ll come back in waves, especially in your next mission. That is, if you decide to stay.” Jodie went back to being silent, peering out the window, then popping a painkiller. She pressed a button on her chair to turn on the TV and watch the news, and heard something that would change her life. “It appears that the new President Gemaal Sheik Charraf had been recently assassinated in a mysterious and unwarranted attack. His people had high hopes of him ending the civil war plaguing their nation, and are mourning at the lost chance of peace.” Both agents had different reactions to this news. Jodie glared at Ryan in outrage, while he opted to look the other way and pretend he didn’t hear any of that.
“You lied to me.” the younger agent ground out. “Excuse me?” “Gemaal wasn’t a warlord, he was the democratically elected president!” “Adolf Hitler was democratically elected, and he was a genocidal warlord.” “So was that the case with Gemaal?” Jodie tested. “If you ever respected me, look me in the eyes and tell me the truth.” Ryan flinched, then did as requested. “Gemaal was a good man, and a good leader from what I can tell. It doesn’t matter though, we had our orders and carried them through.” “So you knew all of this, and still made me become a murderer? What the fuck is wrong with you?!” she screamed, feeling betrayed. Aiden, also in the same boat, began to shake the helicopter in rage. Both agents were too angry to even notice.
“Welcome to the CIA, Jodie. It’s not fucking choir practice in case you haven’t noticed! Completing missions is what we do, no matter how difficult.” Ryan defended himself, feeling exasperated. “Easy for you to say, you’re not the one who just got manipulated into committing atrocities! I would have never taken this mission if I knew what I was getting into.” “It’s funny you say that, because when I arrived to personally recruit you, I remember you willingly joined. Your instructors and even I made it perfectly clear many of your assignments would be morally compromising but you still kept it up. Now you’re gonna put the blame on me?”
“I trusted you, that we were doing the right thing! After everything we went through, and you threw it in my FUCKING FACE! What am I, your personal toy to play with whenever you want something done?!” Jodie screamed irately. “What’s going on back there?” the pilot questioned, unaware of the struggle and hoping to get the helicopter to steady from the turbulence. “Jodie, I’m sorry, we’ll talk about this when we get home, just please relax.” Ryan begged. She just bitterly giggled. “No, we won’t Ryan. No-one’s ever playing me again. Goodbye.” she replied as she jumped out the helicopter, not fazed by the wind or pelting rain.
Jodie grumbled at the memory. She continued to walk, not seeing anything but barren rock, along with shrubs and cacti here and there. At one point she bent downwards and gasped in exhaustion, trying to catch her breath. Once down she stood back and continued her solate journey, futilely fanning herself to keep cool. Hearing a truck, she hitched her thumb, only to feel it zoom past. Some time later, she tried again only to face the same result. Feeling absolutely crushed she sat on a rock in defeat.
“Well that’s nice. We’re in the middle of nowhere, I’m exhausted and dying of thirst, but we’re going to make it work.” Aiden proceeded to separate from her, apparently searching for something. “Fucking seriously Aiden? Leave me alone!” Jodie berated her ethereal friend. That was, until she saw some sort of house. Pretty small with a tin roof, but it appeared as a beacon and sage haven for her. “Shit, sorry. Thanks.” she stumbled an apology as she headed there. The walk was only a couple of miles but those couple of miles were killing her. Eventually the two arrived, both of them scoping the area out. Aiden drifted into the barn, taking note of many animals. Meanwhile Jodie strode to the door, knocking on it. A handsome boy around her age opened the door. He was tall, muscular, and tan, with black hair and clad in an orange flannel and jeans. His face was hard and stern, however also concerned as well.
“Hello?” he asked, his slightly accented voice low and hesitant. “Hey, I’m sorry to bother you but can I please stay the night? I’m exhausted, starving, and dehydrated. If I can somehow pay you back I will.” Jodie pleaded. The man sighed. “I’m sorry, but you can’t stay here.” “Not even the barn? I’ll be gone by morning.” “Definitely not, I refuse to have you sleep near animals. I’m sorry, but this place is unsafe for strangers. If you’re that desperate I’ll take you to a hotel right now, free of charge. We’ll go horseback.” Jodie was thankful, however she cringed at the aspect of horse riding to a hotel considering how weak she was. It was a miracle she was even in decent shape, no doubt because of her military training. “Thank you so much, but I really can’t wait that long. Please, just the night.” Jodie begged, her throat hoarse and her eyes clouded with tears.
“Jay, what’s the matter?” an older man questioned as he approached the two. He was slightly chubby but still youthful and healthy for his age, with silver hair gathered in a miniature ponytail. They both spoke in their native language, with Paul sounding more reserved and Jay switching between trepidation and concern, although never annoyed or angry. Eventually the two reached a conclusion. “I apologize, please don’t mind my boy. Jay is just paranoid that harm may befall you. You’re more than welcome to stay the night, and maybe even longer if you can work for it.” the older man explained as he welcomed her in with a handwave. A grin spread across her face. “Thank you, thank you so much. Yeah, I’ll do what I can.” she breathlessly expressed her gratitude as she walked in and shut the door. The older man chuckled.
“I appreciate the enthusiasm, however perhaps you should be more focused on taking care of yourself before you think about working. Anyways we were about to have dinner, drink and eat all you want. My name is Paul by the way.” he explained, and made sure to introduce himself and the others. As she was led to the dining room, Jodie noticed two more family members, a slim man who looked a bit younger than Jay and an old woman in a wheelchair. “You’ve already met my oldest son Jay, the other one is Cory and the woman he’s currently taking care of is my mother, Shimasani. Don’t be offended if she doesn’t say anything, she hasn’t in years.”
“I understand. My name is Jodie, and it’s nice to meet you all.” Jodie introduced herself, waving at everybody, including Shimasani. She wished she could have introduced her full name and Aiden, but decided it was for the best both stayed hidden. Shimasani remained silent and expressionless but the other three returned her welcome with varying degrees of enthusiasm (Cory: Excited, Paul: Subdued yet pleased, Jay: Cautious). Despite his slightly standoffish demeanor and unclear motives, Jay was still very accommodating as he pulled out Jodie’s seat, poured her iced water, and loaded her plate with venison and corn. Cory saw this and winked, Jay responded with a glare. Jodie first drank her entire cup of water, then proceeded to dig in once everyone else had done so. The water felt so cool and sweet, that she had a second and even a third cup. Jodie was so ecstatic that she was no longer dehydrated that she didn’t consider or feel the effects of the sudden liquid intake, at least not immediately.
“So Jodie, where are you headed? We really don’t get many hitchhikers around here.” Paul politely inquired. Of course she couldn’t tell him the whole truth, however after the kindness she received she would try to be as sincere as possible. “I was in kind of a bad situation regarding my legal guardians. I eventually left, and now I just drift from place to place. I suppose if I keep moving, I’ll eventually find what I’m looking for. I know it might seem disrespectful that I left my family like that, so I apologize, especially considering how you’re all such a tight knit family.” “Jodie, have you purposely committed evil? I don’t mean maybe did an impulsive mistake or avenged someone close to you, I mean truly hurt someone without anything to gain from it?” Jodie was shocked at Paul’s sudden change in demeanor and very serious question.
“No, of course not. Only a monster would behave like that. I can be aggressive, but I always look out for others when I can.” “Then you have nothing to apologize for, nor do you owe us an explanation. We know you’re a good person and that’s what is important. As for family, yes we are close but that is not because of our blood or some sort of tradition. It is because we share true love and bonds, that is what makes a family. In addition, you are not alone in your struggle, Jay here was going through a similar journey.” “Pa, not right now.” Jay intervened. “Of course, sorry.” Jodie started to feel her bladder pang. ‘Shit, I can’t just go right now. I don’t even feel comfortable asking. I’ll just hold it until after dinner.’ She decided to segue into a new conversation, crossing her legs together under the table. “So you guys are Navajo, right?” Paul nodded in conformation.
“Yes, although we specifically refer to ourselves as the ‘Dineh’.” Jay explained. His tone suddenly seemed a little more passionate and the hard look in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by a bright shine. “I’m sorry, is that a specific tribe of Navajo?” Jodie questioned. She felt like an idiot for not knowing. Luckily, Jay was not offended in the slightest. If anything, she could make out a small but genuine smile grace his lips. “No, it’s a phrase from our language which translates to ‘The People’.” Unfortunately, a sharp and strong wind sounded, causing the stern glare to return. Jay and Cory quickly stood up, placing wooden boards on the windows. “That’s enough for tonight, I’m going to bed. Jay, show her to her room and explain the rules. Good night everybody.” Paul announced as he stood up and walked off. Cory meanwhile wheeled Shimasani to her room, leaving just her and Jay.
“You coming?” Jay sharply asked. Jodie wanted to follow, however Aiden was trying to explore. She decided to stall and let her ethereal friend do whatever it was he needed. “Is this place safe?” “Technically no, now understand why I didn’t want you staying the night?” Jay sardonically responded. “Still, everything is fine as long as you follow the rules.” he reassured as he led her down the hallway and to the guest room, aka her room. She had no choice but to follow, and Aiden did as well soon after. “Thanks.” Jodie replied as she started bouncing up and down. It was abundantly clear that she was at her limit, and as embarrassing as it was to ask, it would be very much more so to wet herself in front of the family that took her in, not to mention downright rude. Jay looked at her and sighed some more.
“At least you’re healthy again, so that’s good. First off and most importantly, keep your door locked and your window covered if you want to be free of harm. Do that and all is well. Don’t leave.” “Okay-” Jodie continued, unfortunately she phrased it in a way that Jay didn’t pick up that she had more to say. “Good. Other than that, just keep to yourself. I suppose being brought back to normal has made your body more excited which means you’re no longer tired. That’s good, you should exercise regularly to get back in shape. It will certainly help with tomorrow, although we’ll make sure not to overwork you. You can stay up for as long as you need, just keep the noise down in order to avoid waking up Pa and Grandmother.”
“Thanks, but I’m actually still kind of under the weather.” Jodie assured, using every once of willpower not to grab her crotch as the dire need to urinate increased by the second. “What, then why are you so fidgety?” Jay questioned, almost looking offended that he had been wrong. “I drank a lot of water and haven’t had a chance to-” “Okay, don’t tell me anymore.” Jay responded as he looked the other way. Jodie was grateful she didn’t have to explain any further. “The restrooms on the other side but clearly that isn’t an option. I’ll get you something, just stay right here.” Jay ordered. She nodded and remained in place. The man came back with a plastic basin. “Do your business here, and wash it by morning.” “Of course, thanks.” Jodie expressed gratitude once more. “Remember what I said about staying inside your room.” the tall man warned. “Yep, got it. Stay inside and don’t come out.” the tiny woman breathlessly replied, this time making no effort to hold her groin. It was a miracle she hadn’t started leaking by now.
Realizing how close Jodie was to having an accident, Jay quickly bade her good night and shut the door. Jodie made sure to lock it, then unzipped her jeans and flung them off in record speed, followed by yanking down her red mini jockey shorts. Clad in nothing but her white t-shirt, she squatted and let loose. A strong torrent burst from her genitals and hit the plastic bin with force. She closed her eyes and let out an embarrassingly loud moan of relief. All the water really did her good, due to her dehydration she hadn’t urinated very often and times she did it was a rather concerning dark yellow. Technically not dangerous, yet very close to being so. This time, it was as clear as the water she gulped earlier that evening and a very healthy stream. Liquid continued to empty out of her bladder for almost a minute until it was followed by some more spurts, and then some drops. Jodie sighed in comfort, then suddenly came to two horrid realizations. The first was she had no tissue paper to wipe herself. The second was both her stream and her moan were loud enough that everyone probably heard it. These things happened and were out of her control, however that still didn’t mean she wanted the people who took her in to know!
“Aiden, can you please check on everyone’s rooms?” Jodie softly requested as she shook her hips a little to dry her lady bits as best as she could. He grumbled, being more concerned with checking whatever the hell was outside the house than the residents indoors. “Come on Aiden, I need to make sure they’re safe and not doing anything suspicious!” Her ethereal friend grumbled some more. There were no words, however she could still sense the derision in his voice and knew what he was referring to. “I’m curious if they heard it but that’s not the main issue, just make sure everything’s alright.” Aiden rumbled once more but did as asked. He was able to show her that Paul, Cory, and Shimasani were a considerable distance away due to their room locations, and were sound asleep as well. Unfortunately, Jay’s room was right next to hers, and to make matters worse he was wide awake and staring at the ceiling.
“Shit, well that’s awkward. Whatever, that’s payback for being a dick to me earlier.” Aiden let out another growl. “Yeah yeah, go back to security or whatever.” Jodie dismissed as she pulled her mini red jockey shorts back on. As much as she wanted to sleep naked considering the sweltering heat, she was sweaty and didn’t want to be a rude guest by dirtying the bed. Instead she peeled off her white t and replaced it with one that was sky blue. Once done she lay down and turned off the lamp. “Good night, Aiden.” Once again, more rumbling. She lay down on the mattress and felt her eyes close. They didn’t stay closed for long however, considering her dream. Flashes of the Dineh’s area of residence kept repeating, along with what appeared to be sandstorms and some ominous looking masked figure. She suddenly woke up startled.
The wind was howling like crazy. Concerned, she asked Aiden to check up on everyone once more and this time he did so without protest. Cory was balled up in the fetal position, Paul was meditating, Shimasani was still asleep, and Jay appeared to be lost in thought. As worrisome as this was, they appeared to more or less be safe so she decided to stay in her room and drift back to sleep, this time staying that way for good. Once morning hit, Jodie sat up and stretched with her arms sticking straight up and her shirt tightening against her petite breasts. She peeled it off and redonned her white shirt, then shimmied into her jeans. She left them unbuttoned however since she needed to hit the can. First she opened her window, then grabbed her bin of urine and tossed it outside, watching the liquid soak the dry desert floor. Then she searched for the bathroom and once located, proceeded to urinate once more. This trickle wasn’t as strong, however nonetheless it felt good and that’s what mattered. In addition, she was sitting on a real toilet and there was even toilet paper nearby, not to mention a sink to wash her hands!
“Finally.” Jodie muttered as she wiped her genitals clean. She took a minute to study her lower parts, especially her pubes. Normally she preferred a patch or a full bush but considering how her stressful journey left no time for grooming habits, she was beginning to regret that now. She decided it was time to shave as soon as she could. First order of business was to bid everyone farewell. She strode into the kitchen to see Paul drinking some coffee. “Hello Jodie, I told the boys to let you sleep in. You woke a little earlier than expected, I hope the sandstorm didn’t keep you up?” “It woke me up temporarily, however it wasn’t a big deal. I went back to sleep quite easily.” “I’m glad to hear it. There’s some black coffee over there. Probably stronger and blander than you’re used to, but it’ll wake you up.” Jodie nodded in appreciation.
“Thank you sir, and not just for the coffee.” the woman thanked as she gulped it down. Prior to what people would have expected from the petite lady, Jodie was more than used to black coffee. It’s what she would drink before she went on missions. “Thanks for housing and feeding me, just showing me kindness when others wouldn’t. I really wish I had something to give back, but all I have is gratitude. I’ll be on my way out to say goodbye to the boys and Shimasani, although hopefully I’ll be able to visit.” “Actually Jodie, you can give something back. Just stay on the ranch and help out, and you can continue to stay for as long as you need or want.” Paul responded. “That is, if you want to. If you need to hit the road, then by all means.” he quickly added with a wave farewell. “Actually, that sounds great!” she responded with a grin.
“We’re glad to hear it.” Paul confirmed with a smile of his own. “I can’t provide you with any money but you will have a roof over your head, and food, clothing, and water will be plentiful. In the meantime, go ask Cory for spare work clothes. He’s taller, but they will still be a good fit. Better than me or Jay at least. And you can call me Paul, you know.” They both chuckled. “Alright sir-I mean Paul, I’ll get right to it.” she quickly saluted, then stepped outside to greet the boys and their grandmother. “Hello boys, good morning Shimasani.” “Hey, look who’s up! Rise and shine Sleeping Beauty!” Cory greeted. “I’m sorry for my brother’s foolish behavior, apparently we are still high schoolers who catcall pretty girls. I assure you that is not our policy for guests.” Jay deadpanned as he playfully elbowed Cory. “I don’t mind. Although I agree you certainly are the better host, I felt right at home. So much so that I decided to stay.” Jodie teased. “Seriously? That’s great news!” Cory responded.
“Just like that? Our father is a good man but he doesn’t accept free loaders.” Jay questioned. Cory punched him in the shoulder, this time in a not so affectionate manner. “Of course not, that’s actually why I’m here. Cory, Paul told me that you had work clothes.” “Yeah, I got a bunch of vests and tank tops similar to the ones I’m wearing right now, it’ll only take a sec. You two kids catch up.” “I’m older than you, and Jodie probably is too. Certainly more mature!” Jay shot back as Cory ran back to the house. Jay decided to take the time to help Jodie explore the ranch, and she even managed to do some chores. Things were going good until she worked the water pump. Seeing the water pouring reminded Jodie of her own gush the previous night, and that combined with the coffee led to nature calling. ‘So soon?’ Jodie inwardly complained. ‘Then again I drank two cups of black coffee in quick succession, it’ll be a miracle if I can hold it for half an hour.’ To make matters worse (secretly better, but she didn’t know it yet), Jay immediately picked up on her dire need and decided to use it as a conversation starter.
“You need to urinate?” “Thank you Jay, real classy.” Jodie dryly commented. “If you have to, just go.” “I’m not using the toilet before my first shift thank you very much. Also how the hell did you even know? You couldn’t yesterday and I practically spelled it out for you! Not on purpose.” she quickly amended. “I’m a quick learner.” Jay wittily replied. “Speaking of…” “Christ, we’re really gonna go there? Fine, I get that I caused some commotion last night. Sorry if that disgusts you but I really had to go. It had been so long since I drank anything, of course I’m going to drink so much water until I’m bursting. I also can’t control how much splash impact there would be, water hitting a surface resonates, who would’ve known? And yeah, maybe I didn’t have to moan so loud but you try holding it in for as long as I have and not embracing the ecstasy of finally letting loose!” Jodie snapped. She could tell Jay was a good man who meant well, but his uptight and judgemental attitude was starting to annoy her to no end.
“Actually, I was going to thank you for remembering to empty the bin, and remind you to rinse it when you have time.” Jay replied as he tried to smirk, although he looked too guilty to pull it off. That was strange, while he certainly wasn’t very extroverted or outspoken, Jodie had never seen him as anything but confident in his words and actions. Perhaps it was because they were talking about an awkward and private matter, however that didn’t really make sense either. He bluntly brought it up, and even gave her something to use without complaint. Then it hit her, Jay would only get awkward if she was physically showing him how much she needed to or went into specific detail. ‘I wonder how he'll react if he sees me do it for real, up close and personal!’ the desperate girl mischievously thought to herself. ‘Wait, what the hell am I thinking?! I must be going crazy, it was bound to happen sooner or later given all the crazy shit happening in my life.’
“Jodie, are you still with us?” “Oh, right Jay. I’m sorry for assuming and going off on a crazy rant.” “Actually, I should be the one apologizing. If I hadn’t been such an ass we wouldn’t even be having this conversation, or at least not like this. Anyways, I saw you toss out the bin from last night but forgot to mention it until now.” “Oh god, did anyone else see?” Jodie groaned as she hid her face behind her hands in mortification. “Paw was inside and Cory was too busy talking to me. I just happened to see it out of the corner of my eye. Shimasani might have if she’s not lost in thought. I wouldn’t worry about it, she won’t care and it’s not like she can tell anyone about it.” “Even so, well thanks anyways.” Things quickly took a dark turn as the duo came across Paul kneeling down, examining a dead sheep. It’s belly had been torn open.
“Shit.” Jodie and Jay simultaneously muttered, then looked at each other in surprise before turning the other way. “What happened?” “Desert storm. Jay curtly replied. “How could a sandstorm do that much external damage?” “I have no idea.” As much as she wanted to continue, she knew Jay would not be forthcoming so she stayed silent. Thankfully, Cory had finally returned with their clothes. “Sorry Jodie, got distracted.” he grinned sheepishly as he handed her a faded gray tank top with maroon stripes and a black leather vest. “Congratulations Cory, Jodie has memorized the whole layout of the ranch and has gathered water for the sheep in the time it took for you to grab her work clothes. Truly inspiring work ethic.” Jay dryly exclaimed as he sarcastically applauded. “Of course, it was my master plan all along.” the younger brother replied with an offended look and a hand to the chest.
“Sure there wasn’t another reason?” Jodie slyly suggested. She wasn’t stupid, she could tell Cory had left them alone for so long in order for Jay to flirt with her. It didn’t exactly go as planned but as Ryan would say, ‘another mission accomplished’. Before either brother could respond, she called out to Paul. “Sir, is it okay if I change in the barn before taking the water to the sheep?” “Yes, and thank you! Could you also bring a bale of hay when you’re done? And again, just call me Paul!” “Of course! Sorry Paul!” Then she turned to the boys. “No peeking, I mean it.” “I would never! Jay might though.” Cory dramatically exclaimed while Jay simply rolled his eyes. “We were just getting back to work. Take care Jodie, and don’t hesitate to ask us or Paw if you need help with anything. “Sure thing Jay.”
With that, she stepped into the barn and peeled off her white t, stuffing it into her backpack, then slipped on the tank top and vest. The tank top was a perfect fit, although the vest was a little heavy on her shoulders. Still, it was comfortable and that was good enough. Meanwhile, Aiden knocked the bale of hay down and also unveiled a motorcycle. Old and definitely wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Still, she could definitely fix it up in her free time, maybe even have Jay help her out. Deciding she was done daydreaming she walked back outside and carried the bucket of water in one hand and a bale of hay in the other.
“Thank you Jodie, go join the boys for lunch.” “You coming?” “Not yet, I still have work to do.” Paul explained as he bade farewell. They conversed some more and everything was going well until Jodie brought up the sandstorm. “I already told you everything you need to know, do you always ask so many questions?” “When I don’t understand something, yeah.” “You have your own secrets and you don’t see us asking. I know you’re not just some hitchhiker.” he accused. Realizing he went too far, he sighed and grasped his forehead, similar to the previous night during the storm. “I understand your concern and this is a strange place but we’re doing the best we can. Anyways, I have work to do. Later.” he abruptly stated as he left to do whatever it was. Cory nonchalantly waved as conformation. “Don’t mind him Jodie. He’s a good guy once you get to know him.” “I know. If only he presented more opportunities.” she responded. They both gave a brief chuckle. Cory’s demeanor suddenly morphed into uncharacteristically serious.
“In case you couldn’t tell, Jay’s not actually being an asshole on purpose, well at least not when it comes to this ranch. He’s actually got a point if you want to be generous. You’re asking for answers that you have every right to know, but we just simply can’t provide. He’s already frustrated that you’re staying despite knowing the danger, and then not being honest with you is just adding onto it. Both of you just relax and everything will be fine.” Jodie wanted to argue that as much as she appreciated the gesture she would have preferred if everyone would just be straight up with her for once, however her bladder issues were distracting her so she just nodded in return. “Okay, gotta get back to work. Remember what I said.” She decided to help out Jay with whatever it was he was doing so they could make amends faster. He appeared to be having trouble taming an aggressive horse, and eventually gave up.
“This is Ahskii. Proud and stubborn, he never wants to go in with the others.” “Sounds like he has something in common with us.” Jodie replied. Jay smirked. “Maybe. Probably why he refuses to listen to me, we’re too damn alike.” “Maybe I can try?” “Have you worked with horses?” Jodie sheepishly shrugged. “I’ll help you out then, come on.” Jay suggested as he hoisted himself over the fence and offered her a hand. She took it and let herself be pulled in, however doing so caused a sharp tug at her bladder, almost causing her to leak. ‘Shit, this keeps up and I’m not going to make it! What the hell was I thinking, trying to tame a horse when I have to pee so bad?!’ she internally panicked. Knowing it was too late to turn back, she still approached Ashkii slowly. She almost had him, but then Ashkii reared up at the last second.
“Jodie careful!” Jay exclaimed, catching her as she fell back. The sudden scare caused Jodie to leak a little, creating a small wet spot right underneath. On the bright side, she was able to stop the leak and Jay hadn’t been able to see or feel it. She approached Ashkii again, this time successfully calming him down and stroking his face. “Hey there Ashkii, not so bad, see? Admit it, you kind of like me. Certainly more than the bad man over there.” Jodie smirked as she pointed at Jay, who returned it. ‘Aiden, walk him back to the shed.’ Jodie mentally commanded. Aiden did so, and Jay stared in amazement as Askii strode to his shed all on his own.
“How did you do that?!” he exclaimed in amazement. Jodie fought the grin forming on her face due to the opportunity he just presented, instead scowling fiercely. “Jodie? Are you still mad about what I said at lunch?” “You shouldn’t ask so many questions. We all have our secrets don’t we?” The two stared at each other, then burst out in laughter. “Anyways, you can use the shower behind the barn to wash yourself and your old clothes, they’re probably sweaty.” Jay explained. ‘Thank God!’ Jodie inwardly cheered. “In addition, here’s a razor and soap. You can use it for, you know…” “Man, was your family expecting a random girl to drop in or something? Talk about being prepared.” Jodie replied. Jay rubbed the back of his neck.
“Actually, me and Cory groom as well, he just happened to have a spare razor lining around.” She didn’t know why that came as a surprise, despite their ruggedness Jay and Cory were clean cut enough to be Holister models. “Just how I like my men.” she whispered. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that Jodie.” “Oh nothing, don’t worry about it.” “Alright then. Oh wait, before you go, just know now’s your chance to urinate, I won’t hold it against you. Just be careful, it’s a tight fit and you wouldn’t want to get it all over your clothes.” “Glad to hear it. I certainly will.” Jodie irritable ground out. “Also don’t defe-” “OKAY JAY, THANK YOU FOR THE INFO!” she yelled and ran, not wanting to hear him finish that sentence. She could hear the idiot’s laughter though.
“Dumbass.” she muttered to herself as she stepped into the outdoor shower. First she hurriedly removed her clothes and stared at the wet spot on her jeans and red jockey shorts. The underwear absorbed most of the damage but both would obviously get washed. Grabbing the handle, she pulled it down and embraced the water. Obviously there was no hot or cold option so the stinging droplets were frigid enough to erect her dainty pink nipples until they became glass cutters. Ignoring that, Jodie made sure to use the soap to wash every crevice, enjoying how a simple washing had become such a luxury. Once down, she held up her clothes until they became soaked, then used the bar of soap to wash them, especially the ones she accidentally peed in. Once done, she turned the nozzle off, then proceeded to rub the bar of soap on areas that needed shaving until they were coated in subs.
Jodie was so satisfied she even began to hum a merry tune, and once her body was bare of any excess body hair she turned the nozzle one final time. Unfortunately, that’s when she felt a premonition akin to a cold chill. Wary, she turned and screeched in fright when she saw what looked like an ancient Navajo warrior, complete with feathered mask and body paint. He looked just like how he did in the dream, but much more realistic. The sudden scare broke the dam so to speak, and a waterfall of urine emptied out of Jodie and splattered against her thighs. She couldn’t stop, the torrent continuing to pour harder than the shower drain, effectively soaking the dirt beneath her. Finally her fear induced wetting had wrapped up, but she realized in horror that some of her accident was dangerously close to touching her clothes. Thinking fast, she reached for them and tossed them all over the wall.
“Jodie, JODIE!” Jay yelled in concern, banging the hollow walls of the shower. “Hey Jay...what’s up?” she weakly joked, trying to disguise her mini-panic attack. She had already gotten over it, embarrassed that a little jumpscare was what did her in, especially considering how she had been through way worse. “I heard you scream, and then right as I got here I saw a bunch of your clothes get thrown over here. What’s going on? Do you need help?” “No, I’m fine, really.” “Are you sure?” “If I needed help I wouldn’t necessarily be talking to you now, would I?” Jodie sarcastically asked. “I’m sorry, that was rude. Thanks for your concern.” “You’re talking to the king of rudeness, don’t worry about it.” They both chuckled softly. Jodie didn’t know why, but she suddenly had the urge to tell him the truth. “Jay?” “Yeah, what is it Jodie?” “When I got startled, I actually did end up peeing in the shower.” she admitted, giggling. “Told you, you looked like you were bound to burst. Uh, anyways, we’ll be waiting in the house, don’t take too long.” Jay awkwardly explained, then quickly walked away.
Jodie assumed it was because he was probably disgusted, but on the contrary he was actually starting to picture the details so much he was getting a little too excited. Things went back to schedule until the night, where the sandstorm sounded again. This time, Jodie and Aiden knew they had to confront whatever it was that was going on outside. To her horror, it was definitely much worse than any sandstorm. Instead it appeared to be a large and monstrous spirit. The masked man and some other ancestors managed to push it back, but she knew it was only a temporary solution. She eventually confronted Paul about what happened, and he finally admitted that the spirit haunting them was the Ye'iitsoh, however that was all he revealed. Thankfully, Jay whispered to her now that the truth was out, he would tell her everything he knew. She nodded and hugged him, glad they finally passed the barrier.
“Alright Jodie, so I know you have questions and now I can finally answer them.” Jay started as he jumped off his horse, Jodie following suit. She nuzzled Ashkii’s head before joining him. In addition to needing private time to talk, they also needed to check out why the well wasn’t working properly. “Alright so, what’s going on? Why is Ye’iitsoh so pissed at your family?” “It’s not just us. Ye’iitsoh is angry at everything living, remember what he did to the sheep? The old ones used to say it’s a curse, the price our tribe paid for living on these lands.” “Then why stay? Why doesn’t Paul leave?” “It’s his and Shimasani’s homeland. Ye’iitsoh isn’t the only danger. It’s just something they grew used to. He told me and Cory to leave, that we were young and belonged with the rest of the new generation, live like you might have.”
“I didn’t really get to live a normal life. Never have, probably never will.” “I know, Jodie. We’ll get to that later. Back to why me and Cory didn’t leave, well we just didn’t fit in. We didn’t face racism or anything like that mind you, but most youth are too caught up in money or social media, things that are meaningless to us. I don’t condemn them for it, I just know they walk a different path.” “I understand. Some find it monotonous and I won’t deny, no internet and television is kind of a drag, but I’ll take this life with you and your family over what I used to do and who I used to live with.” Jay nodded in understanding. “Tell me your story. How do you know so much about spirits? Yesterday you weren’t nearly as scared as you should have been, and you even told Paw that Ye’iitsoh was from a different world. Also, why are you on the run? I know you’re a good person Jodie, I could tell you were being honest when Paw questioned you those couple nights ago at the dinner table. Still, if you’re being hunted by your commanding officers or someone dangerous, you need to tell me and leave.” “Leave?”
“I want you to stay, I want that so badly. However, we’ve only known each other for a couple days. My family comes first, and I can’t let them be killed if I can avoid it.” “I understand Jay.” Jodie nodded, sincerely touched yet also saddened. She took some deep breaths, Jay holding her hand as encouragement. She squeezed back and smiled. “I was formerly a member of the CIA, how did you know?” “I didn’t, I thought you were in the armed forces. CIA isn’t necessarily the same thing, or am I mistaken?” “No, you’re right. Most CIA either code with computers, sign paperwork, or some other desk job.” “You were no desk worker if I’m deducing correctly?” “Yeah, I was trained as though I were in the military. Obstacle courses, sparring, target practice, drills, I did it all. How could you tell though? I’m a tiny woman who could pass for a teenager.”
“You may be a tiny woman, however your intelligence and strength are not those of a regular civilian. You used to live the city life judging by how you didn’t know how to run a ranch, yet you adapted in no time and did tasks after days, if not weeks of walking, that me and Cory struggled with while healthy. Speaking of, you recovered far quicker than a regular hitchhiker. They would have died, or needed a hospital whereas you were back on your feet after some food, water, and a good night’s sleep. Only someone who was taught how to survive in harsh environments would ration their meager supplies could have done that. You also called Paw ‘sir’ by force of habit, and even saluted him.” “Wow, you’re very observant.” “Not exactly, but I did tell you I’m a quick learner. You’re also a very fascinating woman.”
“Right, well anyways I’m on the run because they tricked me into killing an innocent man. My CO told me he was a warlord but he was really a good president trying to help his people. I technically could have stayed, but I refuse to be used as a weapon.” “Why did you join the CIA? Was it your lifelong passion? To help people?” “Yes, however, that wasn’t why I was recruited.” “You were personally recruited? You must have been gifted.” Jay complimented with a proud smile. “I was, but not in the way you were thinking. My CO was also my recruiter, and he knew about my condition.” “Condition?” “I never lived a normal life, because I have a friend. A special, loving, invisible, dangerous friend.” Jodie continued, her breath coming in gasps as she was on the verge of tearing up. Jay’s eyes widened. “Your friend, he’s a spirit.” he deduced. She nodded sullenly. “Is he here right now?” “He’s always ‘here’. He’s tethered to me.”
“Can I talk to him?” “He only communicates by growling and destroying shit, however he seems to like you. Say hi Aiden.” Aiden rumbled with what could pass for a friendly greeting, certainly better than what Ryan ever got. “Er, hello there Aiden. Are you sure he likes me?” “You and your family have been nothing but kind to me, and I can count on both hands how many other people have as well. Aiden goes out of his way to hurt people who mistreat me yet he left you alone. He only stops when I tell him to and that’s if he bothers listening.” “That’s nice to hear. Thank you Aiden.” Then he turned back to Jodie. “Do you think we can fight off Ye’iitsoh using Aiden?”
“We’ve been trying, but we haven’t come up with anything yet. Keep in mind that we just saw him last night, it hasn’t even been a full twenty four hours. When I was a small child, other spirits who were much weaker than Ye’iitsoh used to terrorize me and even Aiden was scared of them. It took weeks before he could fight back. Both of us are much stronger, however we’ve never seen anything like Ye’iitsoh. Besides, Aiden is still wary about fighting after we were tricked into killing the president.” “We? I thought it was just you.” “I killed some rebel terrorists, but Aiden’s the one who possessed the soldier and made him gun down everyone in the room. He’s had an even harder time dealing with it.” Suddenly Jay looked guilty.
“I’m sorry for suggesting we use you Aiden. You’re no monster or weapon. I just want to help my family.” Aiden grumbled in response. “You’re one of the few that treats Aiden like he’s a person. We’re both thankful. We’ve only been looked at as a monster to be feared or a weapon to be used. You’re not like that.” “Of course not. Whoever Aiden might be, he clearly means well and you do as well.” “Thank you for listening to my story.” “Thank you for telling me.” The two stared at each other, then went in for a short yet deep and passionate kiss. When they broke off, Jodie laughed. “What are you laughing about this time Jodie?” “Nothing, just really happy.” “Me too. We’ve only known each other for a few days, however I wish there was more.” “So do I. You’re one of the few who saw me for who I am. You’re also the only boyfriend Aiden approves of.”
“How so?” “Well, the only other one was my commanding officer. We kissed but that was it.” “So when Aiden found out he played you both he was irate.” “Well there’s that, however Aiden kind of hated him from the beginning and demonstrated as best as he could. He left you alone because he knows you're good.” “Well I’m glad to have his approval.” The two just sat there, occasionally taking big swigs of water from their canteens. “I forgot, what was the excuse we gave Paul?” “Well, that windmill over there isn’t running despite there being enough wind to do so, and because of that the well is running low.” “I’ll go check it out.” “Normally I would have questioned what you could do, however I’m sure you and Aiden will have no problem.” “You know it.” Jodie affirmed with a wink as she hopped on Ashkii and galloped over.
She ended up receiving flashback after flashback, all showing Ye’iitsoh’s wrath towards the ancestors for summoning him. It appeared they were trying to ward off the European invaders, however Ye’iitsoh didn’t just attack them. It was an indiscriminate spirit that killed whatever it could. Eventually, Aiden discovered and dug up artifacts, ones that would be useful in finally sending off the evil spirit. The only one missing happened to belong to Shimasani. As if on cue, right as she was about to head back to Jay, her genitals pulsed in an aching desire to release the water she drank earlier. She pondered about whether she should hold it or not, then decided it was better not to risk it. The ancestor could pop back up again, startling her into letting loose and that would lead to her wetting her jeans, something she would rather avoid.
Not giving it a second thought, she told Aiden to make Ashkii wander somewhere while she unzipped her jeans and yanked them straight down, along with her underwear. Yeah, Ashkii was a horse but even so it would still be weird to have an animal witness her private moments. Once satisfied she was out of the horse’s sight, she squatted down to get ready when an idea occurred to her. Peeing while squatting was boring, not to mention a little painful. Not very much, however the strenuous discomfort was still there. Standing while peeing was much easier no matter the gender, and much more entertaining and adventurous for a girl.
With a grin, she kicked off her jeans and underwear, baring her naked lower half. First Jodie spread her legs a little and slightly thrust her hips forward. Once in a comfortable position, she formed her fingers in a V shape and spread her labia apart. Once done, she relaxed and watched the magic. Her urine flew in a perfect arc and splattered across the dirt ground and she giddy laughed. This wasn’t the first time she urinated standing, but she never had a session as perfect as this. She giddily laughed, thinking that the only thing that could ruin this is if someone saw her. As fate would have it, Jay rode in on his horse as soon as the thought crossed her mind. She completely froze up when he jumped off his horse, her stream paused.
“Hey Jodie, what’s taking so long?” her new boyfriend questioned nonchalantly. She was confused on how he was so casual, then noticed he wasn’t exactly looking at her. Instead he seemed to be focusing on the windmill running again. “Aiden sure is something. He’d make an excellent farmhand, that is if he’s up to it.” “Oh..um yeah, he actually helped with knocking down the bale of hay the other day, he’s great for hard-to-reach places. Also can you please look the other way? I’m kind of in the middle of something.” Unfortunately, saying something like this would trigger the brain’s natural curiosity and cause the opposite reaction. “Huh, what are you saying-OH JODIE! You’re um…” “Naked?” she weakly responded. “Yeah, why are you-?”
“I was peeing. I still need to go actually, not quite finished yet. Hold on and gimme a minute.” Jodie explained and continued her trickle, gasping in relief. Intrigued, Jay couldn’t help but stare. The idea of a woman urinating like a man was unheard of, yet Jodie did so with ease. Once done, she rapidly shook her hips to dry off any urine droplets and pulled her underwear back on, then her jeans followed, complete with a zip and button. She turned to see an awestruck look on Jay’s face. “Jay, what the hell?! You were staring the whole time?!” “I’m sorry! I’m just confused as hell. I come by and all of a sudden your pants and underwear are off, you actually joked about it, then you say you’re peeing which I didn’t even think was possible for women to do standing up. You sure proved me wrong…” Jodie decided to cut him some slack, and formed her own idea. “I understand.” “Thanks, I’m so glad.” Jay replied in relief.
“Oh, you’re not off the hook yet. You saw me go, it’s only fair if you return the favor.” the tiny woman continued nonchalantly. Jay seemed to be pondering the idea when his radio crackled. His face suddenly formed into something serious, almost scared. “Shit Jodie we gotta go, Paw’s been hurt! Ye’iitsoh has come back and he’s wreaking havoc!” “In the daytime?! We need to go there now, Aiden can still save him!” The offer already forgotten, they rode on horseback and zipped back to the ranch in record speed. Eventually they arrived and true to her word, Aiden healed Paul, Shimasani hadn’t been so lucky however. Jodie had finally gotten her to speak in order to perform the ritual that would send Ye’iitsoh back to his realm but the stress had done the old woman in. A funeral was held in her honor, and after a couple days of mourning and preparing, Jodie finally decided it was time to get going.
“You’re leaving already?” Paul questioned. “You’re a part of the family, you’re more than welcome to stay.” “I know, and I thank you for that. However, I’m still on my journey. I’ll be back someday.” “I sure would hope so.” Jay joined in with a teasing smile. “Askii’s going to miss you.” “Sure it’s just him?” Jodie shot back with her own. Cory began laughing. “I knew I was right about you two. Thanks for giving my brother a chance, it was really nice having you over.” Jodie walked over and hugged him. “You too Cory. Make sure Jay doesn’t do anything stupid.” “I sure will.” “I can still hear you two you know.” Jay called back. Jodie turned to him and gave him a hug, along with a kiss. It was longer than the first one, this time a true promise.
“Stay safe Jodie. I don’t think I could handle it if something happened to you after we just got together.” “I’ll be fine. Aiden and I are proud and stubborn, remember?” “You’ve never been more right before. Oh, and Jodie?” “Yeah Jay?” “Don’t forget to hydrate frequently.” Knowing the implications, Jodie scoffed and rolled her eyes but the grin on her face was undeniable. Hopping on the motorcycle the couple repaired, she bade the family farewell and drove off into the sunset. Shimasani’s spirit looked on, proud of the girl for saving their family. Even if she was a strange one who enjoyed urinating more than the average person.
Ending note: Damn this was a long ass story! Why it was so long, I don’t know. I just really liked the Mission and the Navajo chapters so my imagination just took over. The wettings in this chapter are really lackluster, I’ll admit, but I can ensure the wettings and sex scenes in my Fahrenheit/Indigo Prophecy story will more than make up for it. Funnily enough, it kinda makes sense things worked out like that because out of the David Cage/Quantic Dream game series, Beyond Two Souls was the least sexy but the most well written and designed (besides Detroit Become Human that is) whereas Fahrenheit Indigo Prophecy was the most poorly written yet had the potential to the most erotic. Heavy Rain beats it in both categories, however that’s only because of Fahrenheit’s graphics limitations and the time it came out. Had it been released in 2010 or afterwards the nudity would’ve been mind blowing. |
Beyond the knowledge of our everyday society are outside forces helping shape the political climate we live in. These forces are not soldiers, politicians, mercenaries or whatever label you could try to force on them - they are, as the Director refers to them, weapons. That being said - Katya didn't feel like a weapon. Although to her knowledge, she was born and will probably die in the Blackwater Program, she had interests and whatnot outside of killing bad guys, or whoever she was told were the bad guys. But to have dreams in the program was practically to lie to yourself - kind of dark, right?
Either way - Katya, or as her comrades called her simply "Kat," was an optimist. We'll see soon enough if that pays off for her.
- THE MISSION BRIEF ROOM, BLACKWATER COMPLEX
"Miss Petrov, are you paying attention?" Asked the soft spoken male voice of the mission brief. Kat looked around the room to see the other women looking at her.
"Fully, sir," she replied hesitantly. Kat was top of the program, but she struggled with these mission briefs - what was so simple to her, just didn't always click to everybody else in the room. Kat stretched in her grade school styled desk, letting her long black hair down from her bun, now giving her attention back to the briefer.
"Would you like to repeat the mission as we've gone over it, Miss Petrov?" He replied, slightly sarcastically back to Kat. It took all of her willpower not to roll her eyes at this man.
"Yes, sir. The first target is in the top floor of the Klinox Building. My team will perform a high altitude drop onto the roof while the secondary team will enter from the underground garage to secure their target," Kat replied, looking at the documents and building blueprints in front of her on her desk.
"That's an incredibly daft version of what I've spent the past two hours explaining, but acceptable nonetheless," the man replied, still soft spoken. "I need you all to remember that this is an Alpha Level Mission - the Director expects the best out of all you, that's why he handpicked these teams."
Kat's imagination started to drift again. She had to fucking piss, but she wasn't about to stop the mission brief to excuse herself. Part of being top of the program was composure, elegance and efficiency. All these things Katya thrived in. Her eyes drifted to the blonde in the front row. She knew every girl in the room from birth, trained with them, considered them family, but Kat didn't really know them. She kept to herself too much. The girl she was thinking of was Alexis - they'd never done a mission together before, but had seen each other around the program complex ever since they were kids. She was gorgeous - the kind of girl to melt your heart, but also the kind of girl to slide a knife in your throat while it melted. Kat loved it.
Alexis looked back to meet Kat's side eye, and Kat immediately focused her attention to the briefer.
"That wraps up this mission brief, prepare your gear, the operation is again set to begin at eighteen-hundred on the dot," the man said, picking up his documents and exiting the room. All the women stood up simultaneously, packing their notes and whatnot to leave. Katya shoved an empty scribbler into her backpack.
"You don't take notes?"
Kat looked towards the voice speaking to her. It was Alexis. She had to think fast, say something smooth.
"Only when it matters," Kat said, her Eastern European accent nearly covering up a little voice crack.
"I like my team leader to be prepared," Alexis said, a little cold. Kat wasn't sure if she should be offended or slightly aroused. Kat clenched her thighs a bit as a little wave of desperation hit her.
But then it also hit her - Alexis was on her team? She missed that.
"Are you saying I'm unprepared? Have you seen the Director's ranking board?" Kat teased. Alexis looked her up and down.
"I did see the ranking board - I think I expected more from #1 Katya Petrov," Alexis said, just a hint of playfulness in her voice.
"First things first, I haven't been called by my full name since we were in grade school here, second thing, are you challenging me, Alexis?" Kat shot back.
"Challenge you? I'd hate to take your #1 away from you, you might cry," Alexis hit back before she followed the other women out of the briefing room.
I swear to God, I'm going to - Kat's thoughts were cut short by a short wave of desperation, forcing her to wrap her legs around each other.
She hurried out of the room towards the long corridor. The complex was the only thing Kat knew as a home, but sometimes it's size still overwhelmed her. She watched all the other girls go their separate ways, including Alexis. Kat rushed down the corridor towards the housing block of the complex. It was a good 6 or 7 minute walk, and Kat cursed herself every step of the way for letting her need to pee get this bad.
Kat struggled to hold her composure as she walked by other agents in the hallway - she was a very well known face due to her being #1 on the Director's leaderboard. She brushed her thick black hair out of her face, controlling her pace and disallowing herself to either squirm or hold herself as she rushed to her quarters door - to which she finally arrived, after what felt like years of walking.
"Key card, key card, where's my fucking keycard?" Kat went over her many pockets of her tight, dark grey jumpsuit. At this point, she couldn't hold her composure too much, she'd had to pee since she left her quarters two and a half hours ago - her roommate hogged the bathroom to the point where Kat was going to be late, so she had to leave without peeing this morning.
Kat squirmed while she struggled to find the small keycard, and finally she found it in a pocket she swore she checked three times. Kat whipped it out, pressing it to the reader on the door, and the door unlocked. Kat rushed inside - her roommate nowhere to be seen, and a closed bathroom door across the room.
"Fuck," Kat said frustrated under her breath. "Brooklyn, are you going to be long?" Kat shouted, knocking on the door. Who the fuck was she kidding? Brooklyn had a weird complex about talking while she was in the bathroom, so she didn't reply.
Kat sat down on the bottom bunk of their bunk bed, wrapping her legs and pressing her thighs together while she was going over the mission details in her head to keep herself occupied. Kat and Brooklyn's room was an absolute mess - Brooklyn was another agent, a lot lower on the scoreboard than Kat, hence why she wasn't in the brief. She also doubled as Katya's best friend.
Brooklyn exited the bathroom, looking at Kat on the bottom bunk. "Can you please not sit on MY bunk? You know it's a personal space thing for me," Brooklyn smiled as Kat pushed past her to get into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Immediately, Kat struggled with the back zipper of the tight grey jumpsuit that every agent wore.
"This fucking zipper! Why the fuck do they make it like this?" Kat yelled from the bathroom.
"Need help?" Brooklyn yelled outside the shut door. Kat rolled her eyes, opening the door.
"Just fucking zip it down, can you?" Kat said partially defeated.
"Ask nicely, Kat," Brooklyn teased. Kat let out an audible groan.
"Please?" She surrendered.
Brooklyn let down the back zipper, and Kat slammed the door in her face, just making it to the toilet to finally piss. Kat tried to quiet herself as she let out a loud sigh of relief. Thank God.
Kat exited the bathroom to see Brooklyn now laying on the bottom bunk. "How'd your big important brief go?" Brooklyn asked, a little uninterested.
"You know, same shit, different bad guys," Kat said, sliding the top of her jumpsuit down, tying it around her waist. She brushed her long black hair out of her face again.
"A little bird told me that you finally have a mission with Alexis," Brooklyn said, a little more interested now.
"Okay, and?" Kat replied, occupying herself by taking apart her sidearm on her desk to clean it.
"And, I know you've been crushing on her since we were, what, seventeen? That's five years of crushing Kat, zero moves made," Brooklyn said, frustrated for Kat.
"We're not here to make moves, Brook, we're here to - " Brooklyn cut Katya off, " - to the make the world a better place, I know, I know - but don't we get to enjoy the world at all?" Brooklyn inquired to Kat, which made her pause.
"Then why don't you make any moves?" Kat said, awkwardly, it was unusual for her to last this long on this subject.
"Because the only dick here is the Director and that briefer guy, both are definitely over the age of sixty," Brooklyn joked, sitting up. "I'm not lucky enough to find anybody with a pair of tits attractive, like you," Brooklyn teased, picking up a ball on the ground, tossing it against the wall.
Kat laughed at her remark, still cleaning her sidearm. "What about that one janitor? He's max forty, seems like a nice guy," Kat lightened up a bit.
"I don't even think he's a real person, knowing the Director, he's like a Terminator wearing a human skin suit," Brooklyn joked while she continued tossing the ball against the wall.
"Human skin wearing robot versus your hair bru-" Kat got cut off, "Shut the fuck up and don't finish that sentence," Brooklyn shot back, pointing her finger at Kat. Katya just laughed, reassembling her gun.
"I'm going down to the range, want to come?" Kat offered.
"I need to repress the imagery you just put in my head with a long nap," Brooklyn struck her down.
"Okay - I'll be back," Kat imitated the Terminator line.
"I really wish you wouldn't," Brooklyn replied.
- CUT TO THE RANGE, BLACKWATER COMPLEX
Kat expected to see more people at the range today - or, anybody for that matter, but it was empty. There was a lot of ongoing missions, and the program had 85 agents - an agent Kat didn't know too well was just recently killed in action, which meant they were going to begin trials to pull from student pool.
The sidearm Kat had just cleaned sat tightly in her thigh holster while she set up a paper target, sending it about twenty five feet back on the conveyer. Kat drew out her pistol, placing it on the little table in front of her. She checked her gun, making sure her clip was loaded. She took the gun off safety, cocked it and fired a shot. She hit the target square in the chest.
"Good shot," she heard the voice behind her. Kat spun around. Alexis.
"You know you're not supposed to sneak up on somebody with a gun, right?" Kat said, raising an eyebrow at Alexis.
"Are you really going to be a stickler for rules?" Alexis teased, removing her own gun from her holster. Kat couldn't help but look at the way Alexis' jumpsuit wrapped around her curves, and the way her long blonde hair transitioned from bright and vibrant from the roots to darker at the tips.
"I-" Kat stuttered, "I guess not," she replied, firing off another shot as she regained her focus at the target.
Alexis checked her gun, aiming, firing off her own shot - which hit Kat's target square in the head.
Kat looked over, "There's dividers her for a reason, that's my target!" She got a little upset.
"Cry about it, #1," Alexis teased.
Pissed off, Kat put her gun down, and got in Alexis' face. "I-" Kat started, but was cut off as Alexis pushed Kat back, then pushed her back again until Kat was up against the wall.
"You what?" Alexis said, holstering her pistol. "You know, I noticed you were about to piss yourself during the brief today," Alexis laughed.
"I was not going to fucking piss myself!" Kat refuted, trying to push Alexis off, but the blonde was taller by a few inches, and both her hands leaned her against the wall, making her tower over Kat.
"You were making the same face you are now, the 'poor Katya has to go potty' face," Alexis smiled a little deviously, lowering one hand to grab Kat's thigh.
Kat's nerves swelled up, it was as if Alexis' words had just single handedly filled her bladder. Kat instantly had to pee. It wasn't urgent, it wasn't even a feeling of desperation, but she just knew that her bladder was not empty.
"No words for me, Team Leader?" Alexis teased, gripping Kat's thigh tighter. Kat only looked back, shock in her eyes, her mouth hanging open a little with the tiniest quiver on her bottom lip. Alexis' devious smile turned to a look of seriousness. Kat's eyes followed hers as Alexis' lips moved toward Kat's left ear. She could feel her warm breath almost saturating her ear. It sent shivers down Katya's spine.
"Piss yourself, Team Leader," Alexis whispered.
And with that, twenty two years of training and experience were flushed down the toilet as Kat begin to soak her jumpsuit in piss. She couldn't even control it. Alexis' words simply owned her in this moment. Kat's eyes glistened as Alexis never broke eye contact with her. The blonde started to stand back as Katya formed her own little puddle around her black combat boots. Alexis just smiled at her. Kat couldn't find words.
"Remember - we're leaving at eighteen-hundred. That gives you.. twenty minutes or so to clean up," Alexis said, checking her wrist watch before she left the room.
Kat looked down at her wet legs in defeat, confusion, some weird sense of arousal and most of all, shame.
"I'm going to fucking kill her."
HEY GUYS! I haven't wrote anything in almost a year, I kind of lost my spark for a bit, but I'm really hoping this can be turned into some kind of series. It was heavily inspired by Red versus Blue and Black Widow, but all the characters are original! I hope you guys enjoy, there's bound to be some grammatical mistakes in here and all that, and I think some parts are definitely a little rushed, but I'm going to really flesh this story out if it continues.
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Thanks guys,
M.E.L. |
This is a somewhat experimental story, introducing a premise and wetting style that really captures my fancy in hopes that it might strike the right nerve for others as well. It's short, but there'll likely be more to come, especially if it proves popular. I welcome any questions or feedback, be it positive or constructively negative.
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Eve tucked her blonde hair behind her ears and honked the horn of her red PT Cruiser twice to signal her arrival. She had just come to rest in the parking lot behind her raven-haired cousin Skylar's brownstone dormitory building. She leaned forward just enough to pull her smartphone from the pocket of her light blue jean shorts, and she was about to send a quick supplementary text message when Skylar pre-empted her. "I'll be out in a couple minutes," she had written. The elder girl did not mind, since she knew from experience that the wait would indeed be brief. The two young women were quite close by cousin standards, which is why they were both happy when Skylar ended up attending the same university from which Eve would be graduating next semester. It was an early autumn morning in Florida, and they were headed home for Thanksgiving vacation, having agreed to also pick up Eve's younger sister Vicky from her own college campus along the way.
"K," she texted back, and that would have been the end of it had she not felt a telling twinge in her lower abdomen. Eve let out a soft whine and briefly massaged her crotch with her free hand while she thumbed a second message: "FYI, I'm gonna pee my pants." The unsurprising response of, "K," was almost immediate, and Eve verified it with a mere glance before setting her phone on the dashboard and leaning back slightly. With her hands resting on her thighs, she promptly began flooding her shorts. Within a second or two, a dark stain had appeared just below her fly, and it spread like wildfire across her crotch and the minimal span of denim between her thighs before seeping out and pooling on the towel that had been folded over on the car seat. She emitted a soft moan at the combined relief and warmth as the flow of pale urine snaked around her butt, genitals, and inner thighs in a distinctly ebbing caress that never seemed to lose its gentle appeal no matter how many times she wet herself.
And Eve had wet herself countless times, as had Skylar and several other members of her family. The girls' common grandmother, Ruth, had been a long-distance trucker in her youth and had passed along to her descendants a certain affinity for efficient highway travel. They were experts at minimizing the frequency and duration of stops and could even sleep comfortably in almost any vehicle. Arguably the most unorthodox of these traditions was a solution originally born from a moment of desperation, which first Ruth herself and then her progeny found irresistibly convenient and oddly pleasant. The family had few if any qualms about simply emptying their bladders in their pants whenever such self-relief was necessary en route. They had even developed a system of sorts. Towels were used to absorb whatever their pants could not and laundered for reuse upon reaching their destination. On the relatively rare occasion that they had to step out in public under extra-high presentability standards, as at a job interview, for instance, each traveler always had a set of spare clothes on hand. The custom of very explicitly announcing whenever they were about to wet themselves or had just finished doing so was a habit formed as one way to keep track of who was dry and thus most prepared to be extra presentable if the need suddenly arose. More often than not, however, using humor and laughing off their frequently stained clothing proved to be a surprisingly effective way of assuaging any awkwardness or judgment from others.
With a contented sigh, Eve released the last of her piss, letting the pool between her legs soak into the towel. She had barely finished when Skylar appeared and opened the door to the seat next to the driver's. Tossing a single duffle bag onto the back seat, she planted herself next to Eve and put her seat belt on. "Ready?" she asked with a smile.
"Yeah," Eve nodded as she put her phone back into her hip pocket and shifted gears. "Let's go!" She could tell Skylar was still a bit groggy, which was typical. Neither of the two was really a morning person, but the younger one was even less so than the elder. Eve chuckled when she realized that they were barely out of the parking lot before Skylar had fallen asleep, her head resting in her hand with her elbow propped up on the armrest built into the door.
Eve drove in silence for the next two hours before her cousin stirred again. The latter squirmed briefly before her eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, she wondered what had roused her before she realized it was a sudden urge to urinate.
"Good morning, sleepyhead!" Eve teased lightly. "McDonald's for breakfast? We'll be at the drive-thru in a few minutes."
"Works for me," affirmed Skylar. Although fully awake now, her head remained supported by a lazy hand and elbow resting on the armrest as she faced her cousin, her free hand resting on her belly. "In the meantime, it's my turn to pee my pants." With a nod of acknowledgement from the blonde, the brunette sighed as she spread her thighs and began soaking her blue gym shorts, letting herself pee as freely as if she were sitting on a toilet. A tiny wet spot appeared almost instantly and grew rapidly into a sizable stain, soaking her round buttocks before extending over her vaginal labia and then leaking out of her shorts altogether into the towel underneath her. She basked in the flow of warm liquid surrounding her pelvis and thighs, jointly soothed by the deflating pressure and the feeling of very wet fabric against her skin. She purred in satisfaction upon expelling the final wave and looked up just in time to see the telltale golden arches come into view on the horizon.
Edited October 25, 2021 by Red78
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Part 1/? (No wetting in part 1. There will be wetting in future parts)
Amity crossed her legs. She finally got her date to the human world with her girlfriend Luz. Well, it wasn't really a date yet, they were on a roadtrip to Washington DC being chauffeured by Luz's mom Camila. But Camila promised that they would have plenty of alone time to explore DC after they're checked in at their hotel there. Camila was so nice. She gave Luz so much freedom, something that Amity envied about Luz. She would've been happy if her own mother gave her even half as much freedom as Camila did. They were 90 minutes in on a 6.5 hour drive from Gravefield to DC and Amity needed to pee. But Amity didn't dare say anything, after all, she was a Blight, and Blights don't interrupt people for small, selfish things like needing to use the washroom.
Amity remembers that one evening when she was 8 years old, her parents invited the most wealthiest and influential business people in Bonesborough over for a dinner. Edric, Emira, and herself were expected to be on their best behaviour: Exhibit table manners, Don't speak unless spoken to, and no interruptions, which included potty breaks. Luckily, Amity used the bathroom before dinner that night, but Edric was not so lucky. She remembers seeing her poor brother squirming the entire night and pretending like nothing was wrong whenever someone asked him. By the end of the night, Edric's pants were soaked, so he had to stay at the dinner table to hide it until everyone else had left. Afterwards, Emira and Amity helped Edric hide the incident from their parents, so he avoided the worst of any humiliation or punishment that would have happened. But it still must've been a miserable, cold, and soggy night for him. Emira and Amity still occasionally tease Edric about that night. At least it was better than the alternative, the wrath of their parents, being grounded for weeks and additional potty training punishments if Edric ended up leaving the dinner table for the washroom that night. The three siblings learned a lesson that night: all of that could've been avoided if Edric just used the washroom before dinner that night.
Yet, Amity forgot to use the washroom before leaving for this long roadtrip. In fact, the last time she peed was 23:00 last night before she went to bed. "Amity, wake up! We're going to DC today!!!", Luz excitedly exclaimed, at the absurd hour of 7:30. "5 more minutes", Amity replied. She was not a morning person, but it was hard for her to stay mad at the happy and adorably cheerful girl who also happened to be her girlfriend. "I have a kiss waiting for you if you wake up right now", Luz offered. Amity's eyes shot open immediately. Luz kissed her on the cheek. "There's my lovely awesome girlfriend. Come on, let's eat and get ready for the roadtrip", Luz said. Amity blushed, she loved it whenever Luz showed affection for her and she's been looking forward to this roadtrip all week. She even got principle Bump to forge some school field trip papers to show to her parents so that they would let her leave the house for a week. Bump resented Odalia for abusing her power in the PTA and causing changes to the school that Bump thought were regressive and hurt a majority of students. So he was more than happy to help Amity go behind her mother's back.
"Here's your breakfast sweetie", Luz said as Amity sat down at the Noceda's dining table. It was scrambled eggs with 3 pieces bacon, made in the shape of a smiley face, because of course Luz would make that. Amity smiled, this day was already going better than how she imagined it would. Suddenly, Luz shoved a glass of orange liquid in front of Amity's face. "This is my favourite drink, try it", Luz said. Amity took a sip, it was sweet and citrusy. "Mmm, this is the best drink I've ever had! I want more!", Amity exclaimed. "Of course, I'll give you refills when you finish the glass", replied Luz. "Make sure to fill your stomachs, we're gonna be on the road for a long time", stated Camila. Amity enjoyed the breakfast, despite eating gourmet foods her entire life, Luz's cooking was the best thing she's ever tasted. Maybe it was because she knew Luz put a lot of hard work and love into the meal she was eating. Amity blushed slightly at the thought, her girlfriend was very thoughtful. She hoped that Luz enjoyed that fairy pie she baked for her a few months ago. She ended up drinking 3 glasses of orange juice before they went on the roadtrip.
And that was a big mistake. Amity had to pee pretty badly now, and her bladder was quickly filling up from all the orange juice she had earlier today. She's been crossing and uncrossing her legs for the past 10 minutes now. Suddenly, the car hit a road bump and Amity had to grab her crotch to prevent any leaking. Amity decided to keep her legs crossed from now on.
"Hey Ami, are you alright?"
"Yeah I'm fine, just got caught off guard by that bump is all"
Luz assumed that Amity wasn't used to long road trips and offered something to distract her.
"I have an idea, let's play I Spy"
"What's that?"
"It's a game where you look at something you want to describe, then you say 'I spy with my little eye' and then describe the object to try and get the other person to guess what you're looking at"
"Sure, let's play", Amity responded. She needed something to distract her from the growing discomfort of her bladder.
"Ok, I'll start.", Luz said. "I spy with my little eye, something that is white and fluffy"
"Clouds?", asked Amity
"Yes! See, you're great at this game. Now it's your turn"
Amity looked around and saw some peculiar human objects.
"I spy with my little eye, some tall, thin silver towers made of triangles connected by string with birds perched on top." Amity didn't actually know what she was looking at, luckily Luz picked up on her confusion.
"Ah, those are power lines. That's how we get electricity to power our lights and machines"
"Oh, so is that how humans get their 'magic'?"
"Yes, electricity is quite magical!"
A wave of desperation hit Amity, she had to tighten her crossed legs and squirm a little.
"Ok my turn", Luz said, oblivious to Amity's circumstance. "I spy with my little eye, an adorable purple haired witch with beautiful golden eyes that stole my heart."
Amity's face turned red, "LUZ!", Amity uttered in embarrassment.
Luz laughed, "It's true though, I love you Ami", Luz said as she grabbed Amity's hand.
"I love you too Luz", Amity said as she held Luz's hand. "I spy with my little eye, a gorgeously cute human who happens to be my awesome girlfriend.
Now it was Luz's turn to have a very red face. "Aw Amity", and she reached over to hug her.
"Oh I have another", Luz said, "I spy with my little eye a large rush of water, falling into a big hole. Shhhhhhhhh", Luz said, imitating the sound of a waterfall.
This description made Amity squirm a lot. She had to grab her crotch again to prevent leaking. She knew what Luz was describing though, "That waterfall over there?", Amity replied weakly.
"Yep! Such an amazing force of nature. There's no stopping that huge movement of water."
Amity let out a small moan. She was desperate to pee now. Her legs were tightly crossed, and she could feel a bulge above her crotch, which she was holding very tightly now. At this point, Amity thought about saying something, but didn't know what to say, especially since she still felt like she had no right to say anything. She closed her eyes, and concentrated on holding.
A/N: This is my first time writing fanfiction of any kind. Feedback is appreciated.
Edited October 26, 2021 by Golden Guard
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Part 2/?
Suddenly, the car hit another bump in the road. Amity felt herself spurt some pee into her panties. Amity's eyes widened as she tightened her hold even harder. There was now a small damp patch in her pants that her hand was luckily big enough to conceal. She needed a bathroom real soon, otherwise her pants would be soaked.
"Mamá, necesito usar el baño", Luz said.
"La próxima parada de descanso está a 10 minutos", Camila replied.
Amity had no idea what they just said.
"I need to pee", Luz said, detecting the confusion in Amity. "The next rest stop is 10 minutes away"
"Thank Titan, I also need to pee really badly", Amity said while squirming with her legs tightly crossed.
Luz realized that Amity had been like this for a while now and asked, "Really? How long have you needed to pee?"
"I've needed to pee badly for about the past 45 min. But it's felt like hours" it felt weird admitting this to Luz. But she figured that if they were stopping at a rest stop anyways, she wasn't interrupting anything.
Luz was intrigued now and asked, "Oh, no wonder you've looked tense this entire time. Why didn't you say anything?"
"I didn't want to interrupt the road trip", Amity replied. "And I was raised to never interrupt people just so I could use the bathroom" Amity then proceeded to tell Luz the story of how Edric wet his pants during the business dinner when they were little.
Luz was shocked that Amity grew up with that mentality. "That's ridiculous Amity", Luz replied. "First of all, bathroom breaks are quite common on roadtrips, you didn't expect all of us to hold our bladders for the entire 6.5 hours, did you?"
Now that she was thinking of it, that did sound quite silly. "No, I suppose not", Amity responded.
"And peeing is a natural bodily function for humans, err and witches. You shouldn't be forced to hold it because you think you'll be interrupting anyone. At least, we would never think that Amity. If you ever need to pee again, please let us know and we'll be more than happy to find a restroom for you to use."
Amity was relieved that Luz told her this. She was stuck thinking that she was mandated to hold her pee whenever she was with other people. A wave of desperation hit her and Amity leaked again. This time, she wet her pants a lot more than last time. Amity urgently needed a different kind of relief now. "Oooh" Amity moaned.
"What happened Ami?", asked Luz.
"I'm leaking", Amity replied. I've actually been holding my pee since last night.
"Oh my gosh, hang on Amity, we're almost at the pitstop."
The wet patch on Amity's pants was visible now. Luz noticed it and felt bad for Amity. Amity's face was red with embarrassment. She was tightly crossing her legs, squirming and shaking her bum, holding her crotch with both hands. She managed to stem the flow, but still had to pee really really badly.
Luz also needed to pee, and seeing Amity's movements was entrancing her. On one hand, she felt really sorry for Amity, she obviously needed to pee way more badly than Luz did. But something about her dance captured Luz's attention. "Does Amity look cuter when she needs to pee?" Luz thought to herself. Luz couldn't help but stare at all the small actions that Amity was doing out of desperation to deal with her aching bladder and also at the small wet patch forming around Amity's crotch on her pants.
Amity noticed that Luz was staring at her and asked, "Why are you staring at me like that?"
Luz blushed and responded, "Oh, I was staring? Sorry, I didn't mean to. I- I've just never seen someone this desperate for the bathroom before."
"Well thanks for the vote of confidence"
"No, that's not what I meant, I just-"
"We're at the pitstop", Camila said
"Oh thank Titan!", Amity exclaimed as she quickly went to open the door and get out of her seat. But she was stopped by the seatbelt. "Ahhh", Amity screamed. The seatbelt pulled around her bladder when she tried to leave her seat and caused her to leak even more. "How do I take this off?!" Amity frantically asked.
"You just press on this red button here", Luz replied, while helping Amity click her seatbelt's button.
Amity quickly exited the car and bolted to the pitstop building as fast as she could with her legs tightly together. Amity was normally composed and demonstrated proper posture and mannerisms expected of someone of her stature in society. But, she was very desperate at this point and didn't care if other people saw her like this. However, when she entered the building, she saw a line up by the women's washroom. "Oh Titan, you've got to be kidding me", Amity moaned.
Now Amity had to do a potty dance while standing. She was stepping left to right, crossing her legs, doubling over, and shoving her hands into her crotch. There was a noticable dark patch on Amity's magenta pants. Luz entered the building shortly after and witnessed Amity's plight. She lightly grabbed Amity's left arm and said, "I believe in you Amity, you can hold it!" Amity smiled at Luz's words of encouragement, even though she didn't think it would help. But the thought of Luz being supportive made her happier.
"I think my bladder's about to explode Luz". Suddenly, a huge wave of desperation hit her and Amity started peeing her pants. "Oh no", Amity muttered. The dark patch on her pants grew bigger, and for the first time, she noticed that Luz was crossing her legs too. Maybe the sight of Amity's desperation was making Luz more desperate too. Then, a stall opened up and Amity bolted to go inside of it. She was still wetting her pants, but she managed to remove her pants and underwear before they were completely soaked. She sat down on the toilet, and a huge torrent of pee came out. The sound of her urine hitting the water was loud. Amity sighed in relief, a relief that she so desperately needed for the past hour. Her bladder was finally able to empty a night's worth of pee + 3 glasses of orange juice.
Outside the stall, Luz started doing a small potty dance. Seeing Amity being that desperate, in addition to being so close to the toilets had sent waves of desperation to Luz's own bladder. She could hear Amity's loud stream of pee being just metres away. Luz kept thinking back on Amity's desperation. The way Amity was squirming, crossing her legs, and holding her crotch oddly excited Luz. Luz stepped left to right for a few minutes until finally another stall opened up. Unlike her girlfriend, Luz didn't have any accidents. But had she waited another 10 minutes, her pants may not have stayed dry either.
Afterwards, Luz helped bring Amity a change of clothes to her stall. They cleaned up, and went back into the car. "Amity, if you need to pee, or would like me to stop the car for any reason, please let me know. We won't think you're an interruption and we don't want you torturing yourself like that", Camila told Amity. "Thanks Ms. Noceda, I'll let you know next time", Amity replied. They continued on their trip to DC. |
Part 3:
Back on the road, Amity and Luz were talking about their interests, fan theories about The Good Witch Azura, gossiping, and other things you talk about with your girlfriend to pass the time on a long road trip.
"No way, Boscha wet herself in grade 7 on a field trip?!" Luz asked.
"Yep, and I've been holding that info as blackmail ever since. Use this info wisely for the next time she bullies you, and remember, you didn't hear it from me," Amity replied.
"She knows we're dating. I think if I ever use this against her, she'll know it came from you Ami." Both girls chuckled.
90 minutes passed and Amity felt the urge to pee again.
"Ms. Noceda, I need to use the washroom again," Amity said.
"There's a bit of traffic up ahead, it may be about 20 minutes before we reach the next pitstop," Camila replied.
"Ok, I can hold it for 20 minutes," Amity responded. She didn't have to go as badly as last time. As long as she didn't think about it too much, she'd make it.
They arrived at the next pitstop, and there was a line up outside the ladies washroom. "Ugh, why is there always a line up outside the ladies room? The men's room looks virtually empty," complained Amity. She proceeded to step left to right.
Luz replied, "Girls take a little longer than guys, and that time difference adds up during peak hours-"
"I know!" Amity interrupted, "It was a rhetorical question!"
The couple laughed. "Oh man, I have to pee!" moaned Amity. She crossed her legs. Luz was again intrigued by Amity's desperation. This was nowhere near the level of desperation that Luz witnessed at their last pitstop, but it was still intriguing nonetheless. Luz didn't even have to pee, she just wanted to see Amity desperate.
Amity was still stepping back and forth and crossing her legs. She was tightly grabbing the hem of her skirt as if she wanted to hold her crotch. She looked over at Luz and noticed that she was staring at her again. Amity smiled, "You're staring again Noceda."
Luz's face turned red. "Uh... I'm just admiring your beautiful eyes Ami."
"Aw Luz," Amity replied. Now Amity was blushing while tightly crossing her legs.
Luz quickly looked away, afraid that her staring might be creeping Amity out. Luz, you fool! Amity is gonna think you're a weirdo if she knows you enjoy watching her desperate to pee, Luz thought to herself.
They both went inside the washroom. Luz just went in and sat down for a while to reduce suspicion. While Amity went in to relieve herself again.
"Are you girls hungry?" asked Camila when they exited the washroom. "Yes!" they both answered. "Ok, we'll buy some lunch at this pitstop before we go back on the road then," Camila suggested.
They got some cheeseburgers, because Luz really wanted Amity to try the best human food there was in Connecticut.
Amity bought an extra large cup of Fanta, a carbonated orange drink, which was the same thing Luz bought to go along with her meal too. As Amity drank the Fanta, there was a bubbly feeling that went down Amity's throat, it felt good. But because of the bubbling, she found it hard to drink it too fast. They finished their meals, but both had over half a cup of Fanta left.
"Hey Amity, I bet I can finish my drink before you can," Luz challenged.
"In your dreams Luz, you're on!" Amity accepted.
Luz ended up winning the drinking challenge. But both girls were able to finish their drinks within 2 minutes of the challenge.
After about 5 minutes of being on the road again. Luz placed her head on Amity's shoulder and fell asleep. Amity was blushing. Luz looked adorable when she was sleeping. Amity couldn't help but stare at the relaxed, sleeping girl that was using her shoulder as a pillow. She gently placed her head on Luz's head. She smelled Luz's scent, and happily fell asleep too.
Amity dreamed about kissing Luz. They never actually kissed on the lips in real life yet. But Amity thought about it often. In her dream, she imagined Luz having soft, tender lips, gently kissing her own. "Hmm Amity, you're such a great kisser," Luz said. Luz grabbed Amity into a tight embrace and continued to kiss her. They were kissing intensely, which led to them sweating. Being so close to Luz, she could smell her musky scent. It smelled like the time she picked her up after she broke her leg from playing Grudgby against Boscha. Amity enjoyed every second of this scenario.
Then, Amity felt an urge to pee. "Luz, I need to pee."
"But I'm not done kissing you yet. Isn't this what you've wanted for a long time now Ami?" Luz replied.
Amity continued to kiss Luz. But the more she kissed her, the more her bladder filled up.
"Luz, it's getting pretty urgent. I need to go badly." Amity said.
"Then it's a perfect time to do this!" Luz exclaimed, as she placed a hand on Amity's lower abdomen and pushed down on her bladder.
"AHH!" Amity yelled. She woke up with a jolt. The car just hit a road bump and sent a wave of desperation to Amity's bladder. She woke up feeling quite groggy. She's been sleeping for a few hours now, and during that time, the Fanta drink had been making its way to Amity's bladder. Amity clamped her legs together. Despite Amity's yell just then, Luz was still adorably asleep on her shoulder with her legs crossed. She looked so cute, Amity couldn't bring herself to disturb her. So she decided that she was just going to hold her pee in silence so that her girlfriend could sleep.
"Everything ok Amity?" asked Camila.
"Yes, the road bump just startled me," Amity replied.
"Sorry about that, we're almost at the hotel!" Camila said.
Good thing we're almost there, I need to pee, Amity thought to herself
A few minutes later, Amity's urge increased. She slowly brought her left leg up, so as not to disturb Luz, and then crossed it over her right. She had to pee badly now, just like in her dream. Oh, how she wished she could just fall back asleep and continue kissing dream Luz, but her bladder wouldn't let her. She's tried to go back to sleep, but the waves of desperation are keeping her up.
"Luz, are you awake?" Amity whispered. Luz tensed up, as if she was having a bad dream. She squirmed a little, but then went back to a relaxed state. There was no verbal reply. "I need to pee badly. But I don't want to wake you up. You're so cute when you're asleep," Amity whispered. She gently brushed Luz's hair, but then Amity felt a wave of desperation. She grabbed her crotch. How much longer was she going to let Luz sleep before she was going to say something? How close was 'almost'? Was she really going to hold her pee until Luz woke up? When would Luz even wake up from this long nap? She looks so tense, maybe she's having a bad dream. Would she mind if I woke her up from a bad dream? Every second that passed felt like a minute to Amity.
A/N: Thanks for your patience everyone! I have pt. 4 mostly done, I just need to proofread it a few more times. But the parts after that will probably take longer again. |
Chapter 5:
"You go first Luz, you clearly have to pee more badly than I do," Amity said, with her legs tightly crossed.
"N- no, you go first Amity, you were willing to hold your pee longer so that I could sleep more comfortabl-." Suddenly, Luz was wetting her pants even more "NEVERMIND, I NEED TO PEE NOW!!!" Luz exclaimed. She proceeded to rush into the bathroom and locked the door.
Great, I still really need to pee I should've gone first, Amity thought to herself. Being so close to the toilet, and then being denied relief was sending waves of desperation to Amity's bladder. Shortly after, Amity could hear a jet of pee hitting the toilet. She doubled over with crossed legs, and jammed her hands further into her crotch. Luz's pee stream was quite loud and wasn't helping Amity's situation. Amity kept stepping side to side. Two minutes later, Amity started leaking too. "Ooh, Luz please hurry up. I'm leaking!!" Amity moaned. It took a lot of effort for Amity to close her urethral sphincter again, but she managed to do it after a 5 second leak and her bladder hated her for closing the dam again.
"Just another minute!" Luz replied. She felt like she hadn't even emptied half of her bladder yet. And for some reason, Luz was enjoying the sound of Amity moaning in desperation. She wondered how much longer Amity could hold her bladder before completely wetting herself. Then she imagined Amity wetting herself, just like earlier today.
Luz started to touch herself, and realized how soaked her hands were. Earlier, she jammed a finger up her urethra to help her hold. It didn't work, the pee kept pulsing out of Luz's bladder and it ended up spraying her pee all over her fingers and panties. She looked down at her pants and noticed how soaked they were. Eventually, her pee stream diminished and slowly disappeared. She felt great pleasure from relieving her bladder and touching herself.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
"Luz, are you done yet?!" Amity asked desperately. "I already wet myself a little and I can't hold it much longer!"
No, this is wrong, thought Luz. Despite the fact that Amity's desperate pleas were like music to Luz ears, she showed restraint. I can't take advantage of Amity like this, she needs to pee really badly right now.
"Almost! I just need to wipe and wash my hands!" responded Luz.
"Just please open the doors before you wash your hands, I need to pee NOW!" Amity exclaimed.
After wiping, Luz opened the door for Amity. Both girls blushed as Amity removed her pants and soaked panties and sat down on the toilet. It took all of Luz's concentration to focus on washing her hands in order to divert her gaze from Amity. Amity was on the toilet for half a minute now, rocking back and forth the entire time, but nothing was coming out. Eventually, Luz couldn't help but take a glance. She was discreet though and continued to run the tap pretending to wash her hands. She noticed that Amity's bladder was bulging out and saw some of her bush before quickly looking away again. The tomato faced girls were just awkwardly there in the bathroom not knowing what to do.
"My bladder feels like it's about to explode, but it won't release with you in here. I'm quite pee shy.", Amity said, with a red face.
"I'll just get out of your hair now," Luz said, also with a red face. She turned off the tap and promptly left the bathroom.
As soon as Luz left and closed the door. Amity released a gush of pee into the toilet. The relief was euphoric. Her pee was hitting the toilet like a hose. As she was peeing, she thought about Luz's potty dance earlier, and how clearly desperate she needed to pee. Seeing Luz with wet pants kinda turned her on. Amity was tempted to touch herself, but she wasn't in the privacy of her own room so she refrained from doing so.
Outside, Luz was very tempted to continue touching herself, especially as she could her Amity's constant, loud, and long stream of pee. But she didn't want to masturbate in front of her mom, even if she already knew that she did that on a regular basis.
After Amity was finished with the bathroom, Camila went in. "Finally, you two were taking forever in there." and then proceeded to speak some Spanish that Amity didn't understand.
After they got settled in their hotel room, Camila allowed the girls to explore DC by themselves as promised. "Here's $50 Luz, you can take Amity wherever you want in the city, just be back by 19:00 for dinner."
Luz took Amity for a walk through the National Mall and bought them both some iced tea. Being a Blight had big perks in the Boiling Isles as Amity was typically the one treating Luz to lavish meals and drinks on their dates, but Amity's snails and status were no good in the human world.
The National Mall had a nice combination of human architecture and Earthly nature, even if it was limited in what Earth had to offer, Amity didn't know the difference and thought it was beautiful and greatly appreciated Luz for bringing them here. They held hands as they walked, fingers intertwined, appreciating the beauty of the autumn leaves on the trees.
They stopped in front of one of the fountains and Amity crossed her legs. Amity looked over at Luz and caught her staring at her legs again. "Luz, are you staring at me again?" Amity asked.
"Umm, yeah, just admiring your beautiful face Amity." Luz replied.
"You weren't looking at my face, it looked you were staring at my legs." Amity stated.
Luz's face turned red. Amity took Luz to sit down at some stairs nearby. This wasn't the first time Amity caught Luz staring at her legs, and every time she noticed, it was usually when she crossed her legs because she had to pee. Amity decided to ask Luz an important question.
"Luz, do you enjoy seeing me desperate to pee?" Amity asked quietly.
Luz froze for a few seconds before weakly replying, "uh... ok I can't lie to you Amity, I do enjoy seeing you desperate to pee."
Amity looked at Luz in shock. She had realized earlier that she enjoyed seeing Luz desperate to pee and didn't think Luz enjoyed the same thing that she did.
Luz saw Amity's face and started to cry. "I understand if you think I'm weird and don't want to date me anymore." Luz said sadly.
Amity reached over and gave Luz a hug. "Luz, it's ok, I don't think you're weird!" Amity replied. "I actually think I enjoy the same thing as you."
"Really?" Luz responded with a sniffle.
"Yes, I know this sounds weird, but I felt myself getting... excited when I saw you doing your potty dance at the hotel lobby." Amity replied with a blush.
Luz started to laugh. "Oh Amity, I was so worried that you would think that I was weird for this. I didn't think you enjoyed pee desperation too"
"Luz, I love you the way you are, especially for your quirks. I don't care what other people think about you, or what they think about us. You're perfect just the way you are and I will always love you just for being you." Amity said.
Luz smiled. She leaned closer to Amity's face, and then gave her a light peck on the lips.
A/N: Happy Holidays! I hope y'all enjoyed this present |
Chapter 6:
Luz leaned into Amity's face and gave her a peck on the lips. It all happened so fast. "Did you just kiss me?" Amity asked, all dazed.
Luz was speechless. Why did I do that? Luz thought. Her face turned into a tomato Why did I do THAT?! She really wanted to run as far away as possible right now WHY DID I DO THAT?!?!? But instead, she slowly nodded. Amity grabbed Luz by the collar, and pulled her in for another kiss. This time, she made sure to enjoy the feeling of Luz's lips for a few seconds before pulling away slowly. "Wow." Luz said softly.
"Can we do that again? You have no idea how long I've waited to kiss you on the lips Noceda." Amity responded with a smirk.
Luz smiled and leaned in again and they kissed a third time. Amity enjoyed the soft, tender feeling of Luz's lips on her's and wished that this moment would never end. But eventually, they both had to breathe so they pulled back.
The sun was setting and Amity shivered. Then Luz wrapped her cat hoodie around Amity.
"Here, it'll help you keep warm." Luz said.
Amity blushed. "Thanks Luz." Amity replied. Amity loved it whenever Luz gave her hoodie to her. It always made her feel closer to Luz. She smelled Luz's scent on the hoodie and leaned her head on Luz. This was the happiest that Amity has been since they became girlfriends.
"Luz, I love this vacation. But I'm curious, what's your idea of a perfect vacation?" Amity asked.
Luz thought for a moment, then responded, "I've always wanted to cosplay as Azura and attend conventions around the world! Oh, and you can dress up as Hecate, then we'd travel to major cities around the world, going to their conventions, meeting other Good Witch Azura fans, trying out the local cuisine and visiting tourist sites!"
Amity blushed at the thought of dressing up and travelling with Luz. This vacation was already better than what she'd imagine a perfect vacation was. But she liked the sound of Luz's ideal vacation even more.
Then, Amity had an idea to make this date even more interesting. "Oh Luz," Amity called. She proceeded to cross her legs and place a hand on her crotch. "I really have to pee right now." Amity said while moving her legs left to right slightly.
Luz caught on to what Amity was offering her and blushed. "Oh. Well, there's no bathroom around for miles, I guess you'll have to hold it." Luz said.
"Ooooh, but I'll pee my pants, could you please find a bathroom? For meeee?" Amity begged.
A grin formed on Luz's face. Suddenly, Luz's phone rang. It was her mom. Luz quickly picked up and said, "Hello mama?"
"Luz, it's 19:10. ¿dónde estás?" Camila replied.
"Oh no, I'm so sorry, I lost track of time mom. We'll be right on our way back!" Luz responded.
Luz and Amity blushed at what just happened. "We can continue this later." Amity said with a wink.
"Sounds good to me Blight." Luz responded with a smirk. "Do you actually have to pee though? We can find a bathroom before heading back."
"Nah, I was just pretending, I do have a small urge, but I can hold it." Amity said.
"Are you sure Amity?" Luz asked.
"Yes, I'm sure." Amity replied with another wink.
On their way back to their room, the girls felt their bladders filling up with the iced tea they drank earlier. Amity drank her iced tea pretty fast which is why her bladder initially filled up faster than Luz's. When they were about 2 min away from the hotel, Luz said, "I'm starting to feel the need to pee too Amity." Now that more time has passed, both their bladders contained about the same amount of urine.
"Let's make things more interesting Luz." Amity said.
"How so?" Luz asked.
"Well, we last emptied our bladders around the same time, and since then, we drank the same amount of iced tea. Our bladders should be holding approximately the same volume of pee now." Amity replied
"Where are you going with this Ami?" Luz asked with a grin.
"Well, why don't we have a contest to see who can go the longest without leaking?" Amity responded.
"Ooh, I like this idea, could we also add a punishment for the loser?" Luz suggested.
"What were you thinking?" Amity queried.
"Winner gets to pee in the toilet after the loser leaks some pee into their panties. And the loser has to hold it for an additional 10 minutes while the winner dishes out any tasks of their choice, with the goal of teasing the other's desperation." Luz stated.
Amity never thought that Luz had this utterly dark side to her. But it was very intriguing and she liked it. In fact, this was exciting for both Amity and Luz, they never had anyone to help them explore this aspect of their lives. Amity thought for a moment. What if Luz's mom catches us doing this? That'd be very awkward. But Luz is accepting my offer challenge, and even adding on to it! So maybe it's ok?
"Alright, deal." Amity accepted.
"Ok cool, to keep things fair, we should drink our glasses of water at the same time when we're at the restaurant. Which means, if one person drinks, the other has to drink the same amount too." Luz stated. Amity nodded.
They proceeded to enter their hotel room.
"There you are girls!" Camila exclaimed. "Let's get to the car, quickly! I made reservations at a local Italian restaurant."
They quickly made their way to the car and got in. Once they were inside, Luz crossed her legs, but Amity made a show of not crossing her legs. Instead, she crossed her arms and smiled at Luz as if to say "Ha, I don't need to go as badly as you do". Luz smiled back at Amity and uncrossed her legs. Two could play at that game.
At the restaurant, the three of them sat down at their table, Luz and Amity on one side, and Camila on the other. Halfway through ordering their meals, Amity subconsciously crossed her legs. Luz noticed this, but decided not to say anything as her urge to pee was also getting stronger, and crossing her legs would help with that. So she silently crossed her legs too.
A few minutes later, Amity spotted Luz staring at her legs again. So she uncrossed her legs, but immediately after, she clamped her legs together and tensed up. Luz whispered to Amity, "You can pretend like you don't need to pee, but your body language gives it away Ami."
Amity looked at Luz, and then proceeded to grab her glass of water and chug down 3/4 of the glass. Luz looked in fear, remembering the deal that they had, then proceeded to do the same. In doing so, she also tensed her crossed legs to strengthen her hold and needed to bring a hand down to gently squeeze her crotch. It looked like Amity had to pee almost as badly as Luz. So Luz was afraid that she would be the first to give in and leak some pee into her panties.
Throughout dinner, Amity felt her bladder ache more and more. But she didn't want to show any signs of weakness in front of Luz, not even crossing her legs. She would do other, more subtle things, like clamping her legs together, gripping the hem of her skirt and readjusting her position often. She would noticeably tense up every time a wave of desperation came over her. After that initial show of drinking almost an entire glass of water, Amity didn't really drink a lot that night, and thankfully, neither did Luz. After all, her bladder was crying for relief and Amity was scared that her charade of "not needing to pee" wasn't going to work. If she didn't start doing more things to hold her pee, she was going to start leaking. So when they asked for the bill, Amity finally crossed her legs to give her muscles the much needed support they needed to continue holding her ever expanding bladder.
Luz on the other hand kept her legs crossed the entire night. About half way through her meal, she felt a wave of desperation and had to grab her crotch again to hold it. She decided to keep her hand there for the rest of the night. She started squirming more and more as they finished their meals. Then, the bill finally came. Luz looked over at Amity's legs and saw her crossing her legs for the first time since the beginning of dinner. Luz decided that now was a good time for a little pay back. She looked at Amity, and chugged half a glass of water. |
Chapter 7: Hold, Hold, Holding on to Win This Bladder War
Luz's legs were tightly crossed. She felt a huge wave of desperation as she was chugging down the water. But seeing Amity's reaction to all that was priceless.
Amity's eyes widened in fear, she had to pee so badly right now. She picked up her glass and chugged half a glass of water. When the water entered her mouth, she felt a wave of desperation and had to stick a hand into her crotch. When she finished, she looked at Luz with a mad, pouty look, and Luz looked back at her with a smirk.
Then, Camila handed Luz the car keys. "I have to use the restroom, but you girls can go wait in the car first." Camila said.
The girls slowly walked to the car. Once they were inside, Luz asked, "Did you leak yet Amity?"
"No, did you?" Amity asked.
"Nope." Luz responded.
The two girls sat there in the car with their legs tightly crossed. It was only a matter of time before one of them leaked now. Camila finally came to the car and drove them back to the hotel. Luckily, the roads were smooth and the ride was short, so there were no torturous road bumps for their bladders to endure. But both of them still grabbed their crotches with a hand just in case. Camila stopped in front of the hotel and said, "There's a few things I need to pick up from Walmart, but I'll drop you girls off at the hotel first. I won't take too long."
Amity and Luz got off the car and slowly entered the hotel. Once they were inside the elevator, they both crossed their legs again, held their crotches with both hands and did a potty dance. When the elevator stopped at their floor, they hobbled to their room. They stopped in front of the door, with their pretzel shaped legs squirming. Amity was tightly grabbing her crotch with both hands and saw Luz doing the same. But Luz had to reach into her pocket to grab the key card to open their room. Luz inserted the card, but it beeped back a red light. She pulled it out and inserted it again, another red light. "Come on, work this time!" Luz commanded frantically. She tried again, it finally gave a green light and they were able to open the door. But, as Luz grabbed the handle to open the door, she felt a huge wave of desperation. Her sphincter was unable to react in time and she ended up leaking. Luz let out an audible gasp and Amity noticed.
"Did you just leak Luz?" Amity asked
Luz slowly nodded. Amity smiled. "Looks like I get to use the bathroom now." Amity stated.
"Wait," Luz interrupted. "let me see proof that your panties are still dry." Luz requested with a blush.
Amity also blushed at this request, but complied, "Ok". They went inside their room, closed the door, and then Amity slowly pulled her pants down so that it wouldn't put pressure on her already exploding bladder. After Amity stripped down. It was clear that her pink panties were as dry as a bone. But Luz could see Amity's bladder protruding, stretching the fabric of her panties by a lot.
"Alright, you win." Luz said.
"Alright Luz, I'll set a 10 minute timer right now because your first punishment is to listen to me pee." Amity commanded. Luz whined in response. Amity set a 10 minute timer on her scroll-phone and then took Luz with her to the bathroom.
Once they were inside, Amity leaked a bit of pee at the sight of the toilet. Luz noticed this and smiled as Amity was still in her panties. Amity sat down on the toilet while Luz had to stand. Her legs were tightly crossed and she was squirming a lot. But nothing was coming out of Amity's urethra. "Luz, could you wait outside and close the door until you hear me peeing?" Amity asked.
Luz hobbled outside and closed the door. A split second later, she heard a stream of pee hitting the toilet. That was her cue to go back inside, but that gave Luz a wave of desperation. She jammed a finger into her urethra and then slowly hobbled back inside. Hearing Amity's constant torrent of pee was torture for Luz. She kept moaning in pain, and pee kept gushing out through her fingers. Despite how much Luz wanted to see Amity peeing, she kept her eyes closed. Amity saw Luz keeping her hands inside her panties, her pretzel shaped legs, and loved the sound of Luz moaning. She saw how a wet patch was forming on her pants despite Luz's efforts. "Oh Luz, you have to open your eyes and stare at my pee stream for at least 10 seconds." Amity instructed while spreading her legs apart.
Luz opened her eyes and immediately felt more pee trying to come out of her. "Oooooooh." Luz moaned and doubled over. Even though staring at Amity's camel toe and pee stream was a turn on for Luz, the pain that it was causing her bladder was much greater. The wet patch on Luz's pants were now the size of an orange. And Luz's moaning was music to Amity's ears. That's when Amity decided that she wanted to see Luz completely soaking her pants. When Amity finally finished peeing, Luz weakly asked, "Can I pee yet? I'm not sure how much longer I can hold it."
Amity checked her timer and showed Luz. "Nope, there's still 6 minutes left."
Luz let out a groan, "Ughhh!"
"Now, your next punishment is to chug down a glass of water." Amity commanded.
"Ha, that's not even a punishment, I love water." Luz replied.
"We'll see about that." Amity said.
Amity proceeded to fill a glass of water. When the tap was on, Luz was doing a full on potty dance. Amity handed over the full glass of water to Luz. Luz removed a hand from her crotch to reach for the glass, but as soon as she tried doing that, she had to double over and hold her crotch again. "What's the matter Luz? I thought you loved water." Amity teased.
Luz replied with a weak groan. So, Amity helped Luz out by grabbing the glass and slowly poured the water into her mouth. Amity could see Luz tense up as more and more water went into her mouth. Then she saw her wet patch getting larger. Luz finally finished the glass of water and moaned, "Ooooh, Amity, I don't think I can hold it much longer."
"Just one more punishment." Amity stated. "I want to feel your bladder."
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A/N: You may have noticed that this chapter has a title. In fact, I decided to give all my chapters in this series a title now. Unfortunately, I cannot go back and edit previous posts on omorashi.org if they have been posted for more than a few days. But I am uploading this fanfic on to AO3 (which does allow for back editing), you can follow it to see the chapter titles here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36277108/chapters/90436624. I will be uploading consistently to AO3 on a weekly basis. But, I will always upload new chapters on omorashi.org first. If you ask nicely, I may post some of the chapter titles here before I post them on AO3.
In addition, I have road mapped the rest of this series and have decided that it will consist of a total of 11 chapters. Although there is more to come, we are nearing the end of this series. I haven't decided whether or not I want to continue writing after this. At the very least, I will probably take a long break from it. I might write some one-shots here and there once in a while.
I have also decided to give myself a little introduction since I do see the same people checking out my fanfic over and over again. I figure y'all probably want to know a little bit about me:
I am thankful that I found a community here and I'm happy for the support and love that you all have been giving me! I hope you all have a great day!
Edited January 9, 2022 by Golden Guard
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Chapter 8: Opened Floodgates Are Hard to Close
"Just one more punishment." Amity stated. "I want to feel your bladder."
Luz looked at Amity in fear, she was now greatly regretting the suggestions she made regarding the pee holding contest. "Ok, just be gentle, please." Luz begged.
"Ok here, I'll help you hold while I feel your bladder. May I?" Amity asked, as she moved a hand close to Luz's crotch. Luz nodded. Amity proceeded to replace Luz's hand with her own. Amity was now directly plugging Luz's urethra with her own hand. It was wet, very wet. Luz gasped softly, Amity wasn't touching Luz's sensitive spot, but having her finger so close to there, and plugging her pee hole for her was generating waves of pleasure in Luz. Amity felt Luz squeeze her legs together and heard a soft moan from her mouth as a wave of desperation followed.
Amity gently placed her other hand on Luz's bladder. Luz let out another moan and Amity felt some pee dribbling out of Luz's urethra. She gently rubbed around Luz's bladder, feeling the bulge, it was big and rock solid. It was almost as if Luz was pregnant. Then Amity gave Luz's bladder a small push.
"OOOOOH!" Luz moaned loudly. Then Amity could feel a burst of pee gushing through her fingers. "I'm sorry Amity, I can't hold it anymore." Luz said. The pee kept coming out and Amity was enjoying the feeling of the jet of pee hitting her hand, seeing Luz's pants getting wet, and Luz's moan of relief as she was emptying her bladder onto Amity's hand.
Suddenly, the door to their hotel room opened, and Camila came in. She stared at them in shock.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! WHY ARE YOUR HANDS IN MY DAUGHTER'S PANTS?!" Camila exclaimed angrily.
Amity quickly removed her hands from Luz's crotch. "Mom wait, I can explain!" Luz said.
"And are you peeing your pants Luz?! You're making such a mess on the hotel floor!!!" Camila exclaimed.
Both girls' faces turned tomato red. And Luz couldn't help but continue soaking her pants. Then, Amity's phone-scroll alarm started ringing. She quickly turned it off. Despite her aching, leaking bladder, Luz proceeded to awkwardly explain to her mom, in Spanish, that they were exploring their bodies together and how they both enjoyed seeing each other desperate to pee. Amity had never been this embarrassed before, and judging by Luz's stumbling voice during her explanation, she imagined that Luz was equally as embarrassed.
"Go to the toilet and clean yourself up first. We'll continue this talk later." Camila stated sternly.
Luz was worried that her mom was going to use this time to grill Amity and get them to break up. But she obliged as her bladder was still trying to empty it's massive reservoir of pee. Luz proceeded to awkwardly walk to the toilet, she was still wetting her pants and pee was dripping down onto the floor as she was walking. She closed the door and sat down. Finally, she let the pee come out of her at full force. The relief was soooo satisfying. She wished that Amity was still rubbing her crotch and bladder at the moment, it felt so good. But now, she was going to have to awkwardly explain to her mom what she was doing with Amity.
"And is that why you girls have been soiling your pants this entire trip!?" Camila asked, now taking to Amity in English. She was a lot calmer now, but there was still a lot of frustration in her voice.
"No, the times we wet our pants on the car trip were unintentional, but it did help us realize that we enjoyed seeing each other desperate to pee." Amity replied, her face still flushed in embarrassment. Amity felt really uncomfortable in this situation. One minute she was feeling around Luz's crotch and bladder, the next, she's having to explain to her mom why she was invading her daughter's private parts. Camila continued asking Amity these embarrassing questions, and Amity continued to answer them honestly despite how awkward this was for all of them.
Luz came out of the washroom and quickly changed into some dry clothes. She went back to where Amity and Camila were standing, prepared to intervene for the worst case scenario: that her mom was grilling Amity and might cause them to break up.
"Ok Luz, Amity, I am ok with you two exploring your bodies, but we're gonna need to set some ground rules." Camila stated. She proceeded to give the girls 'the talk'. It was a relief to know that her mom wasn't that mad and would let them keep their relationship. Luz didn't know how she'd react if her mom did decide to go that route. Her mom was supportive of most of her decisions and she was glad that this was one of those times. "...and finally, you girls have to clean up after yourselves. I mean, look at the mess that you girls have created! I'd hate to be the hotel cleaner that has to deal with this, so you girls are cleaning this up tonight!" Camila commanded.
The girls started to clean up their mess. "Oh and one more thing," Camila said while pinching the bridge of her nose with a disgruntled look on her face "could you girls please wait until we're back home before you start exploring your bodies again? Both of you are running out of clean pants. And wouldn't you rather be in the privacy of Luz's room rather than in a hotel room?" They nodded in agreement. This had been quite the experience for both of them, and both wanted to continue exploring it further, but Luz's mom made a good point.
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A/N: Finally! A new chapter! Unfortunately, my last few chapters will continue to take a long time to write and post as I'm still adjusting to my new job. In the meantime, you can check out the titles that I gave to each chapter on AO3 and try to figure out why I'm trying to get you guys to read the chapter titles *hint hint*
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See if you can guess the upcoming chapter titles!
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Chapter 9: Unwinding Amity
A few days later, they arrived back at the Noceda's residence. Their vacation was now over. Luz and Amity refrained from exploring their newly discovered fetish for the remainder of the trip, they didn't want to get in trouble with Luz's mom again.
Camilla was called in for a 12 hour shift at the vet the next day, leaving Amity and Luz to be home alone for the whole day. The couple decided that they wanted a rematch of the holding contest after they got interrupted last time in the middle of their vacation.
"I read some articles about our fetish", Amity said. "apparently, it's called omorashi. And if we're gonna be torturing each other at some point, I think we should have a safe word just in case our activities are hurting us."
"That's a good idea." Luz replied. "I don't want to push your bladder too hard when I inevitably win the contest this time."
"Ha, we'll see about that Luz, might I remind you that my bladder won the last contest we had." Amity responded.
"Ok, this time, we should empty our bladders at the same time before the start of the contest to keep things fair." Luz suggested.
"It's not my fault your bladder was too small to handle an extra minute's worth of pee." Amity teased.
Luz blushed. "Hey, before the contest, you took way more than one minute to empty your bladder after I already emptied mine!" Luz countered.
"Relax Luz, I'm just teasing. You're right, we should keep things fair and empty our bladders at the same time." Amity replied.
The girls agreed on a safe word, a word that would be a turn off for both of them, and then proceeded to enter the bathroom together. "You can use the toilet, I'll use the bathtub." Luz offered.
Amity proceeded to remove her pants and underwear and sat on the toilet seat. As Luz removed her pants too and started to step into the bathtub, Amity interrupted, "Wait, what about my pee shyness? I won't be able to pee with you in the room." Amity was blushing.
Luz turned on the sink, and then approached Amity. Amity already had to pee a little, and hearing the running tap was exaggerating that feeling even more. Luz moved her face really close to hers. "If we're gonna be doing this often, then I'll have to get you to relax around me." Luz said with a smile.
Luz's face was so close, so beautiful... Amity was lost in Luz's eyes. She wasn't sure what Luz was planning to do to get her to relax. If anything, this was making Amity more nervous. Suddenly, Amity felt Luz's lips on hers. They were soft, tender, and Amity just melted into the feeling. Luz began to kiss her passionately, rubbing her back with one hand and the back of her neck with the other. Amity was greatly enjoying this. Then Luz began pushing on Amity's bladder. Amity's desperation to pee spiked, but still no pee was coming out.
Luz slowly took her lips away from Amity's lips and approached her ears. "It's ok Amity, it's just me, Luz. You can empty your bladder around me." Luz whispered in an alluring voice.
Amity nodded and Luz went back to kissing Amity. She started to press and rub Amity's bladder and Amity decided to relax her muscles in response to these actions. She could feel the pee about to come out of her now. Then, a small stream of pee was finally spraying out of Amity's urethra.
Luz slowly detached her face from Amity's and smiled at her. "You did it Amity!" Luz said cheerfully. "Now, I'm sorry for leaving your mouth, but I need to empty my bladder now too." Luz said.
Amity nodded again. She was speechless because that was the best kissing she's ever experienced in her life. Granted, she hasn't experienced a lot of kissing in her life, and all of the kissing she has experienced only came from Luz over the past week. But it was still quite the experience kissing your girlfriend while you were emptying your bladder. She wished Luz would continue as Amity's sensitive area was tingling the entire time.
Luz proceeded to enter the bathtub and stood up facing a direction that was mostly towards the drain, but also slightly towards Amity. Amity saw Luz smirking and they both had a clear view of each other's naked crotch. Amity saw Luz using her hands to spread her labia apart, and then Luz began to pee while standing! "Ahhh", Luz moaned in relief. Luz smiled seeing the surprised look on Amity's face. "It's a trick I discovered while I was exploring my body one day." Luz explained. They were now both peeing at the same time. Soon, Amity's pee stream began to diminish, and Luz's stream followed. Eventually, Amity stopped peeing, and Luz peed for about an extra 5 seconds.
"Hmm, looks like your bladder will be emptier than mine going into this contest Luz." Amity said.
"You're welcome to continue pushing your bladder until you believe it's empty enough." Luz responded.
Amity began to push her bladder and used her muscles to try to force out any bits of pee that built up in her bladder over the past dozen seconds, but nothing was coming out. Now satisfied that their bladders were empty, they wiped, then began to put their pants back on.
"Remember, if one person drinks, the other person has to drink the same amount too." Luz reminded.
"In that case, let's head to the kitchen and grab some water. I'm thirsty." Amity replied with a smirk.
Luz smirked back at her and then the couple headed to the kitchen.
The couple each filled up a glass of water and started chugging it at the same time. They both finished their glass within 30 seconds. They proceeded to refill their glasses again, but afterwards, they had to drink their second glass a lot slower.
"Ugh, my stomach feels so bloated," Luz complained.
"Just wait till it starts trickling into your bladder, you won't be complaining about your stomach then," Amity replied.
Luz chuckled. They each finished their glasses after a few more minutes.
"What should we do to pass the time?" Luz asked.
"We could watch a movie or something," Amity replied.
"Have you watched the movie adaptation of The Good Witch Azura 5 yet?", Luz asked.
"It's out in the human world?!?!" Amity replied.
"YES! Ok, you HAVE to watch it now. I loved the way they adapted this one scene- Actually, I won't spoil it for you. Let's fill up some water bottles, get some snacks, then head up to my room to watch it!" Luz exclaimed.
"Ok!" Amity excitedly responded. She's been waiting for that movie to release in the Boiling Isles for 6 months. She didn't think that the human world had it out already.
They each proceeded to fill up a 2L water bottle, grabbed some snacks, and walked back up to Luz's room while holding hands.
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A/N: Two more weeks until the rest of TOH S2 starts airing! Hope you're all as excited for that as I am! I'll try my best to finish this story by the time S2b airs, but no promises. |
Chapter 10: So Much Pee, So Little Time
"You're too late. This is between me and her. Go back to your pathetic village. I have no quarrel with you witchling."
"You're wrong. Hecate is my ally now, and I won't let you hurt her. And I am no longer a witchling, haven't you heard? They call me The Good Witch Azura now!"
Amity had to pee, badly. The movie was getting good, and the fight scene was very well animated. But it was hard for her to focus with her bladder nagging at her. In her peripheral vision, she could see Luz tightly crossing her legs and squirming. Amity decided that she was going to use her "I don't need to pee yet" intimidation tactic again. But without support, the strength she constantly needed to supply to her sphincter was wearing her down.
"Nooooooooo!" Amity heard Luz exclaim. She looked at the screen and saw Azura turning to ash. But she read the book, she knew that this was a fakeout death and that Azura would come back to life in act 3. But she was too distracted by her bladder to notice the fight scene.
Amity reached over and gave Luz a hug to comfort her, despite the fact that Luz told her that she's watched this movie 2 times already.
After Luz stopped sobbing, she looked up at Amity and asked, "Do you have to pee yet?"
Amity hesitated for a moment. "No."
"Are you lying to me mi amor?" Luz asked.
"Ok, maybe a little bit," Amity lied again.
"Well I have to go really badly," Luz said, she stuck a hand in her crotch and squirmed a little to emphasize her point.
"Are you surrendering?" Amity asked with a smile.
Luz laughed. "Ha, no! I haven't wet myself yet. But I don't believe that you're that far from wetting yourself either," Luz responded with a smirk.
"Ha, my bladder is perfectly fine right now. Here, I'll prove it," Amity said. She grabbed her half empty water bottle and drank some water. She felt her bladder screaming at her to stop, but she braved through it.
Luz pouted, but then started to drink as well. She made sure to drink slightly more than Amity, and then showed her the extra emptiness in her bottle to get Amity to drink more. Amity hesitated, but then proceeded to drink the extra amount. Amity crossed her legs.
"Ha! You do have to pee!" Luz exclaimed.
"As I said, only a little bit," Amity lied again and put on a fake smile. Amity had to put on fake smiles for her entire life, so she was good at it. But Luz could see through Amity's charade and had a pretty good idea about how badly Amity really had to pee. Luz started fantasizing about Amity putting on a big display of desperation and tuned out the movie. She kept a hand jammed to her crotch and started gently rubbing.
They continued to 'watch' the movie. By the time the credits started rolling, both girls were desperate to pee. But Luz was the only one displaying this desperation. Luz's legs were crossed with a hand still in her crotch. Amity just had her legs squeezed together.
Luz scooted closer to Amity, removed her hands from her crotch and reached out to hold Amity's hand, and said, "I like seeing you desperate too."
"What?" Amity replied.
"I notice how you look at me," Luz said. "But I pretend that I don't see it."
Amity blushed. "I don't know what you're talking about Luz," Amity replied unconvincingly. She figured that it would be easier if she let the tension subside.
"I notice how you look at my legs when I'm desperate to pee." Luz stuck a hand in her crotch and started squirming. And it was clear that Amity was enjoying the sight. Luz gave her an "I told you so" smirk. Amity's face turned red and she proceeded to covered it in embarrassment.
Luz gently grabbed Amity's hands and said, "I'm not asking you to put on an act for me, but it'd be nice if you could stop hiding it."
Amity began to cross her legs again. Then she felt something on her lips. Luz was kissing her. And then she felt a wave of desperation. Amity doubled over and stuck a hand into her crotch. "Oooooh," Amity moaned.
"I said you didn't have to put on an act for me," Luz teased. The girls laughed, and then continued kissing. Luz's kissing was intense this time, like she was sharing just how desperately she needed to pee. And Amity enjoyed every second of it. She reciprocated the intense kissing, but then her need to pee got bad. She felt her urethra pulsing, so she immediately pulled away, crossed her legs and jammed her hands into her crotch. "Ahhhhh," Amity moaned.
Luz was smiling. It looked like Amity had to pee more desperately than she did. It's only a matter of time before Amity wets herself now, Luz thought. "If it's too much for you, we can continue watching TV instead," Luz offered.
Amity nodded weakly while squirming around a lot. She kept her hand in her crotch while Luz was selecting the next thing to watch on TV. She noticed that Luz selected an episode of the Azura TV spinoff series. That series kinda sucked, but because of her full bladder, she didn't really feel like complaining to Luz right now.
Little did Amity know that Luz chose a very specific episode of the TV spinoff series.
"You can't do this, Ket! There are innocent people in that village!"
"But Hecate, think of all the demons that we could wipe out from flooding that village. Hecate, this war is bigger than any of us, any small victory will get us closer to defeating the King of Demons"
"You lied to us Ket. We won't let you do this! Hecate and I will stop you!"
"Ha, you may be holding the detonator in your hands Azura, but sooner or later, those geysers will overfill the reservoir, and those explosives are made of pure lithium. They'll explode when exposed to the water. The water that will inevitably leak from the overfilled dam."
Amity was hating this analogy. She now knows exactly what Luz is trying to do, but it's too occupied by her desperation to complain. She continued to squirm and stuck a hand into her crotch. Then, she gave Luz a mad, pouty face. Luz smirked back at her.
"He's right Azura, keeping your finger on that button is preventing the remote detonation, but once that water hits the explosives on the other side of the dam, they're gonna go off. Our only hope now is for Pokka to disarm those explosives."
They watched in horror as the reservoir got fuller, and fuller, until the water started leaking from the top of the dam.
"Whoooosh"
"BOOOOM!"
"No!!!! Pokka was too late!"
Amity let out a gasp. She was peeing her pants now. She stuck a finger into her peehole to try and stem the flow, but pee kept gushing out of her. She managed to stop the leak after about 30 seconds, but by then her pants were soaked. The entire time, Luz was watching Amity with a big smile.
Amity knew what Luz was thinking. "Let me see proof that you haven't wet yet," Amity requested.
Luz carefully took off her pants and did a twirl while standing to show Amity that her cotton white panties were still dry. Her bladder bulge was very noticeable and her panties were stretch out quite a bit by it. Then Luz had to double over and stick her hand back into her crotch after the twirl. Amity chuckled at Luz's performance. "Alright, what's my first punishment?" Amity asked.
"Well you sound eagar to get this over with" Luz replied.
"Well I still have to pee really badly," Amity pouted. Her finger was still plugging up her pee hole
Luz set a 10 minute timer on her phone then said, "Alright, let's go to the bathroom, you have to listen to my pee stream now."
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A/N: I decided to experiment with the dialogue by not stating who's talking when the TV is the thing creating dialogue in the story. Let me know if it's too confusing to follow along to. |
Chapter 11: Emergency Measures
The girls hobbled to the bathroom, with their hands still attached to their crotches. Luz stood in front of the toilet, took off her panties, then used her fingers to spread her labia apart, and then started to pee while standing. Except that her pee stream wasn't as forceful as it normally was when Luz had to pee this badly. It started out as squirts of pee, then it became a slow trickle, then a small stream. Even though the pee wasn't coming out as forcefully, it was still just as loud because Luz was standing while peeing. The extra height meant that gravity was giving Luz's pee some extra noise when it hit the water in the toilet bowl, and it was super agonizing for Amity. Luz really did have a dark side to her. She was just gonna stand there peeing slowly, so that her pee would last longer, while still being just as loud for Amity to hear.
This wasn't without consequence for Luz though. Luz's bladder was screaming at her to forcefully release her pee. Her stream wasn't steady, there were periods when her pee came out more forcefully than Luz intended. And there was an aching feeling coming from her bladder and her urethra, the aching that was telling her to empty her bladder faster. But Luz was also enjoying this feeling, this mixture of relief and desperation at the same time. And on top of all that, she saw the effect it was having on Amity. Amity's legs were tightly crossed, and she was squirming so much. Luz could see that she kept her hands inside her panties to directly plug up her urethra. "Oooooh," Amity moaned. Then, Amity's already wet pants started darkening even more.
Upon seeing this, Luz stopped her pee stream. She felt her bladder and urethra burning, mad that she was denying herself relief. She clamped her legs together for a few seconds, then she went over to Amity and said "It's my turn to plug your pee hole now"
Amity obliged. She allowed Luz to stick her finger into her urethra. It was still squeezing out pee as Luz placed her finger there, but then Amity willed herself to stop. She didn't want to cover Luz's finger with her urine, despite the fact that it was exactly what Luz wanted. Luz's touch felt magical to her. She felt so much pleasure coming from Luz's finger, she wished that Luz would just move her finger a little bit more higher up, just a few more centimetres...
Suddenly, Luz pushed on her bladder. "AHHHH!" Amity screamed. Her pee was now pulsing out of her and onto Luz's finger. It was just spraying out, soaking Luz's hand in the process.
Luz started rubbing Amity's bladder. She could feel the roundness of the protruding bulge. Luz couldn't help but wonder if this was what Amity's breasts felt like. Maybe she could feel them another day. Then, Luz felt a wave of desperation and had to clamp her legs together. She barely emptied her own bladder. But playing around with Amity's bursting bladder was worth the pain.
Amity continued to feel immense desperation and continued leaking urine squirt by squirt on to Luz's finger. She could tell that Luz was enjoying this, but she still wanted to hold her pee in as long as possible.
Then, Luz gave her bladder another, much more harder push. Amity painfully yelled "OW! HOOTY!!"
Luz stopped what she was doing, lifted Amity up, and placed her on the toilet, while helping her take off her pants. "Oh shoot, I'm hurting you. Sorry Amity, you can pee now." Luz said.
"Thanks Luz, I know you didn't mean to, but that was just too much for me." Amity replied. Then Amity grabbed Luz, and pulled her in for a kiss. She wanted to feel Luz's lips while she was peeing. Amity felt some light tapping on her arm, another signal for them to pause, so she pulled away and asked "What's the matter Luz?"
"I still haven't completely emptied my bladder yet, and that kiss caught me by surprise," Luz said. Amity looked at Luz's pants and saw a dark spot growing on Luz's crotch.
"Sorry Luz, you can go pee in the bathtub."
They were both still turned on by each other's desperation and witnessing the other peeing, but they didn't want to hurt each other, so they decided to stop for now.
Luz stepped into the bathtub, spread her labia, and began peeing full force. It was loud hearing two forceful jets of pee, one hitting the toilet bowl, and the other hitting the porcelain of the bathtub.
After they were done emptying their bladders, there was an awkward silence. They were both staring at each other, naked from the crotch down. Then, at the same time, they both noticed that they were staring at each other for too long. An even louder silence filled the room as the girls buried their red faces into their pee soaked hands. Then Amity started laughing and said "I forgot my hands were covered in pee."
Luz started to laugh too. "Same, except my hands are mostly covered in your pee". The two girls laughed some more.
Then Amity's tone turned serious as she stated, "Luz, today was fun I've never had such an extensive opportunity to explore my body like this before, and I'm glad I shared this experience with you." The girls continued blushing. "But my bladder is tired now so I think I'm gonna call it a day on this whole body exploration," Amity continued.
"Ok I understand, I also had a lot of fun today too! I hope I didn't hurt you too much," Luz replied.
"I forgive you Luz, and don't worry, I'll live. But, it looks like we both need to clean ourselves up. And there's only one shower in this bathroom," Amity stated. Her face was burning red.
"Aw that's a shame, I guess you'll have to wait outside. I'll let you know when I'm done," Luz replied.
Amity gave Luz a look that was a mixture of disbelief, shock, confusion, rejection, and sadness.
"I'm just kidding Amity, come on in, there's room for the two of us!" Luz exclaimed.
Amity didn't think she could blush any more. But she felt her face burning intensely as she saw Luz strip down. Amity did the same and saw that she was having the same effect on Luz. She had a big grin. The two girls entered the shower to clean themselves up. Both of them found it hard to look at each other, but also found it hard to look away at the same time, especially at each other's breasts.
It was very awkward, but the girls enjoyed seeing each other wet and naked. Then, Luz began blow a whole lot of bubbles onto Amity's face and started laughing. Amity did the same and they ended up having a bubble fight.
Eventually, they both exited the shower and got dressed. Amity let out a yawn.
"Are you tired batata?" Luz asked.
"I could use a nap." Amity replied.
"There's space for two on my bed." Luz suggested.
They held hands and walked to Luz's bed. They got in, gave each other a kiss on the lips, and then fell asleep while holding hands and facing each other.
THE END
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A/N: Thank you for taking the time to read my first series and for all the wonderful compliments you've all given to me! I have a one more one-shot idea that I'll post, probably one week later. But after that, I'm gonna take a long break from writing cause it's exhausting. I hope you're all enjoying S2B as much as I am, cause man, we got a ton of Lumity in the first episode back. I was not expecting it, but it made me very happy! |
Between the Industrial Revolution and World War I, there was an explosion in cases of “female men” who took advantage of urbanization and its conditions of anonymity to pass for male. We don’t know how many there were, because for every female man who was exposed in the press there might have been dozens who successfully avoided detection. Historians frequently argue over whether particular female men should be considered transgender persons, proto-feminists seeking economic opportunities not available to women at the time, or butch lesbians protecting themselves and their lovers from scrutiny; such debates end in useless tangles of rhetoric and politics which merely serve to illustrate that while queer people have always existed, our current labels for categorizing them have not.
Here we have an excerpt from a document dating from “the Gay ‘90s” that was discovered in an attic in Boston. Middle class housewife Polly M_____ lovingly describes her “female husband” Charles M_____, and relates his ability to retain urine for long periods to protect the couple from exposure. She recalls an incident where Charles was harshly tried in this regard.
The anecdote offers a remarkable window into the intimate lives of this extraordinary couple. It may be read as a transgender story or a lesbian one, depending on the particular biases of the reader.
- Dr. Jonathan D. Berrycloth, Professor of History
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For the past ten years of our marriage, visitors to the apartment have admired our wedding photograph mounted on the wall. There is me, Polly, buxom and blonde and a tad younger and fresher than I am today in my white dress and veil, and my husband Charles in his wedding suit. He looks at the camera with his serious, clear eyes (which are gray, although the photograph of course cannot show this.) His dark hair is slicked down in the style of 1889. The camera angle is flattering to his high cheekbones and aquiline nose. His face is clean-shaven, perhaps a bit soft and boyish around the jawline and pretty cupid’s-bow mouth, but he still cuts a dashing figure - and lady visitors say so.
What our visitors have no way of knowing is that I have a female husband. My beloved Charles was born a girl, and has the same parts as I!
It might seem odd to you, reader, that I think of my husband as “he” and “him” even when I must turn his special monthly rags over to the laundress along with my own, but if you ever saw us walking on the promenade of a summer evening, with him dressed in a new suit and leading me upon his arm with the gallantry of a knight, you would find yourself questioning the meaning of “true sex” as much as I did during our honeymoon days!
Charles is tall and lean of breast and hip, which might have hurt his marriageability had he remained in New Hampshire and been a young lady. As a man, it helps him avoid suspicion - especially when he is standing next to me, his very little woman! He has many clever tricks for attaining a most handsome appearance. He owns a band like a small corset that he places over his breast each day to flatten his teacup-sized paps. He also scrapes his face with a razor despite not having a beard, to create the appearance of rougher skin. He pitches his voice as low and sonorous as he can, not minding that this earns him a reputation as the quiet type. When the barber, the tailor, the cobbler, and the hatter complete the picture, he looks more a man than the boorish and stupid husbands of many women I have known.
No one has questioned us, except when it comes to the appearance that I am barren. There have been distasteful comments among the neighbors about my supposed barrenness. Soon we shall have to go to the orphanage and find ourselves an unfortunate babe or three to raise. I think I should make an excellent mother.
[…]
If you have a presumption that a female husband could not be a great lover, you are sorely mistaken! Charles has always approached his marital duties with great enthusiasm, and shows impressive cunning with the hands, the tongue, and certain novel objects obtained from Paris - cunning that I imagine is frequently absent in the proper male husband, who so crudely wields the blunt instrument God made for siring children.
I admit I became frustrated in those newlywed days, because Charles would not allow me to reciprocate in marital joy. He would push my hands or head away from his charming pink muff and say, “No, sweet Polly. I don’t need it. Your pleasure is my pleasure.”
[…]
I did not mention it previously, but among the curious aspects of physiology that have prevented the circumstances of my husband’s birth being exposed is his iron bladder. He need not take the risk of partially undress himself in the water closets at his office because he need not use them at all - he can retain water from morning to evening.
There are times that I listen at the door of our water closet and am quite astonished at the volume he has held despite showing no signs of being in distress, whereas I would have been positively frantic trying to do the same. Indeed, without a corset squeezing him or the frequent opportunities for release afforded to most men, my husband has attained capacities well beyond the norm.
I have never known him to risk the use of public facilities, even when an evening at the social club with his coworkers taxes him with hours and beer. On these nights he rushes into our abode quite in need after over twelve hours without release, but I never find yellow stains on his underthings to indicate any loss of control.
I recall one of these nights early in our marriage, when he had been at the club drinking in hopes of building camaraderie with his then-new colleagues. I had taken cold cuts for my supper and then retired to the bath. I heard him bumble through the front door, then fling open the door to our powder room, yank down his trousers, and drop onto the toilet with a loud groan. He pissed furiously and blissfully for over a minute before realizing I was in the bath! He was horribly embarrassed, but I was not about to scold him after hearing the evidence of how much he needed it. In fact, I praised him for being able to keep so much water (and beer!) sealed inside to protect himself and our marriage. If I were in his place, my tiny toy bladder would fail us at every turn, just as it failed me at least once a week back in school.
There have been occasions when my husband’s iron bladder has been put to the test. One of the most dramatic was the visit to the Gershwins’ place in the country.
It was two years after we were married. The Gershwins were of a higher class than ourselves, and the invitation was a rare professional opportunity for Charles, as well as a social opportunity for me. We were to take a days’ journey out of the city to their estate and stay in a guest wing for two nights. There would be a formal dinner the first night, and a host of gentry leisure activities the next day.
We mustered all the wiggle room in our household budget to prepare for the fête. I had my purple striped party dress altered to look more chic, and attached a whole stuffed snowy egret to my hat (how the times have changed - now that Mrs. Harriet Lawrence Hemenway has made a cause of saving the egrets, this would be considered the height of bad taste!) Charles had his own tailcoat and waistcoat altered and invested in a new tophat, white tie [bowtie], and gloves. He pooled his money with two bachelors who were also invited to hire a carriage.
On the day before our journey, I found a notice on the board outside our apartment house stating that the city would be changing the waterworks to further guard against the cholera, and the water service would have to be interrupted at six o’clock the next morning. I set out pitchers for our breakfast and resolved that we would have to wake up very early the next morning in order to take care of any bodily needs before our departure. We had gone modern and sold off the chamber pot after getting our water closet.
We did not wake up before six o’clock. Charles, of course, was completely sanguine about missing his chance at a morning elimination. He drank his morning coffee and read the paper without complaint until it was time to get ready.
As I mentioned, I have always been a bit plump. If I wanted a wasp waist to fit into my altered dress, I was going to need Charles to lace my corset for me and pull me in tighter than I could ever pull myself. He obliged with an aplomb that I think a male husband would lack. He yanked my laces tighter and tighter, and on the final yank I squealed and helplessly jetted all the water I had accumulated during the night onto the floor. It made a puddle under my bare feet. I moved quickly to clean up, but Charles was not upset. By then he was used to my occasional accidents.
“Ah, you look so beautiful!” he exclaimed when he saw me in my full party dress with hat and gloves. I beamed.
At nine the bachelors came by with the carriage and we set out on our way. We were giddy with excitement. The bachelors had brought our lunch as Charles had discussed: cucumber sandwiches and a vat of lemonade that was watery from all the ice that had melted in it. We stopped to eat in a meadow around eleven. As it was warm and sunny, Charles and I each had three glasses of lemonade.
We rode through long stretches of country and many precious towns once we departed from Boston. After we had ridden through the third town and heard its church bells announce the three o’clock hour, one of the bachelors asked the driver to stop so we could stretch our legs. I silently thanked Providence, as I was quite desperate to relieve myself of the lemonade and anguished from my corset squeezing my bladder and the jolting of the carriage on the rough road. Charles helped me down from the carriage while the bachelors stole into the bushes at the right side of the way, almost certainly to address the same problem.
He then chivalrously guided me beneath a tree on the left side where I could spread my legs and lift my skirts. I am loath to admit it, but in my eagerness I began to void as I took the last three steps to the location he had indicated, feeling warm liquid trickling down my thighs. I was grateful that I was wearing the old-fashioned split drawers under my petticoat, and thus soiled nothing but the very tops of my stockings.
Is there a greater pleasure than having a piss in nature, with your dear husband standing guard for you, when you are wearing a tight corset and your bladder is bruised from having been knocked about in a carriage for hours? It was so exquisite that I would have liked to water the ground for several additional minutes, just for the sensuousness of it.
When we all got back into the carriage, I wondered why my husband had not relieved himself - especially since I knew he had gone without voiding in the morning. Then it occurred to me: he could not go with the other men and then drop his trousers.
I asked him later if it had bothered him to stand guard for me when he had to hold it in.
“It was my duty as your husband,” he said, “even if the splattering you made on the dirt made me briefly tremble inside the way the earth does before a geyser erupts.”
I gasped when our carriage arrived at the estate an hour later. The gardens were sprawling and gorgeous, and full of Boston royalty strolling about in fabulous dresses and suits. In the center of the tableau I could see the Gershwins greeting their guests. I was dazzled and intimidated - these were the richest people I had ever seen or spoken to.
The servants guided us to the refreshments and we all had tea and cake. Charles later claimed he was so nervous he had ten cups of tea to be polite.
I ducked behind the hollyhocks and made a discreet little puddle, as had been customary for generations of ladies. It was not urgent, but I knew my toy bladder too well and could not risk becoming panicked again due to the tea. I had to concentrate on making an impression.
Dinner was not until six, so we were invited to tour the grounds and the stables. Charles had me on his arm and presented me to his work superiors whenever we encountered them. I noticed that he was stiff with me, even unfriendly, but such was to be expected in the presence of high society people.
We were informed of a striking feature of the Gershwin’s country place: they entertained so often that they had installed special water closets for their guests, one for men and one for women, located in separate corridors on opposite sides of the main hall for modesty. If I had known this, I might have left the hollyhocks alone. I noticed that Charles vanished for a moment shortly after we were enlightened in this regard, and I was happy for him. I idly wondered about the volume he must have been holding after a night and a day; even iron bladders have limits.
When the dozens of guests were herded into the dining room in preparation for dinner, I could not help but admire him all over again. It is a woman’s weakness to see her husband dressed to the nines in a tophat, tailcoat, and gloves, walking tall and holding his own among the powerful. If I had lacked restraint, I would have announced to the other middle-class wives in attendance that that striking man there was my husband and they should envy me as much as they envied the Gershwins!
What I did not know was that when Charles, by then bursting with tea and heartily yearning, had visited the water closet for men, he discovered to his dismay that it had multiple fixtures installed, all of them designed for men who needed less privacy than himself. He would have to retain through the whole of the three-hour dinner and then on indefinitely.
“I was in agony during that dinner,” he later confessed to me, “I was so anxious to impress and terrified of making a mistake in my table manners, and I was absolutely dying to relieve myself, but I could not show any outward signs of discomfort no matter how my bladder ached. Every time one of the servants poured a drink, the stretched and weighty vessel would throb with the unbearable longing for release, and I could not even cross my legs to ease the pressure on the downspout. I thought that at any moment I would flood my trousers like a young child and humiliate us utterly. But I could not, and I did not.”
In spite of all this, I observed only the most dignified behavior from Charles, the consummate gentleman. He did not squirm or make unsavory facial expressions. He forced himself to drink the correct amount. He was quiet, but so were the rest of us who were plucked from the middle classes and intimidated by the setting.
After the dessert course concluded, the men and women retired to separate drawing rooms. I nipped over to the women’s guest accommodations beforehand. The water and wine and soup I had had at dinner had run through me. I admired the women’s accommodations, which consisted of two separate water closets with doors that locked situated within a larger powder room. Another good lady came by when I was there, and the walls were such that we could not hear one another. At smaller, poorer parties I have often struggled with my toy bladder and the embarrassment of entering a water closet with men present, so I was quite taken indeed with such luxury.
Charles took his entertainment and conversation with the men. He would recall: “Oh, how they made me drink! The brandy was not as hydrating as wine, but its warmth spread through my body and tempted me to relax my muscles when I could not afford to. Seated on a settee as I was, I could not even have the relief of pushing my knees together without my discomfort being noticed. I was laughing along with jokes I couldn’t even understand in that state. It was like a nightmare that would not end.”
I became quite swept up in the women’s festivities, and it was around midnight when I excused myself from a game of whist to admire the water closet again. I was surprised to discover my husband moving in the opposite direction toward the drawing room. He seized my arm.
“Polly, how happy am I to see you. I was just coming to speak to you,” he whispered anxiously.
“Why, dear?”
His brow was furrowed and his hand on my arm was trembling.
“Darling, I…I need to piss,” he said.
“I thought you were able to go to the water closet before dinner.”
“It’s not private enough.”
“Oh my goodness!” I was horrified to learn that he had not had a chance to void since the night before.
“And God, I need to piss so urgently,” he whined, “You must help me. I implore you. I am at the end of my tether.”
I looked into his eyes and saw how he was in physical pain and panicking from the sense that he was near to soaking his trousers in front of wealthy and influential men. I had to find a safe place for him.
“If I swooned, you could take me to our room. You can use the chamber pot there,” I whispered.
“I…I am sorry to ask this of you - “
“It is done. Go back among the men and hold it in for one more minute. Be assured that I am on the case!”
Obviously, it was much less of a disgrace to swoon in a wasp-waist corset than to have your husband wet his pants in another’s drawing room. I returned to the society of the women, took one look about, put a hand to my forehead, and then theatrically collapsed upon a divan.
“Bring the smelling salts!” I heard a matron demand of a maid.
I opened my eyes and rolled them around. “No, I need my dear husband’s assistance! He has tonic for my nerves in our luggage! Please fetch me my dear Mr. M_____!”
Mr. M_____ was duly fetched. He flashed pleading eyes at me.
“Oh, Mr. _____, I must have my nerve tonic and be taken to bed,” I loudly proclaimed.
“If you’ll excuse me, my wife has had a lot of excitement. We need to be shown to our private quarters,” Charles said. The other women, wasp-waisted and mildly drunk on sherry, looked at us in uncomplicated sympathy.
I made a show of standing up woozily. The butler was brought to escort us to the guest quarters; the way was long and winding through the house. Charles’ forehead was now shining with sweat, and he winced as he walked. He later said that he was half mad knowing that relief was near after 26 hours: “from the moment you mentioned the chamber pot to me my bladder began with a deep throbbing as if being squeezed by a hand every few moments. It came in waves. It was all I could do not to double over in pain each time.”
As we ascended the west wing stairs he dropped for a moment into an involuntary curtsey. He had one knee hooked behind the other and his thighs clenched together; I was grateful that the butler was ahead of us and not behind. I had never seen my iron-bladdered Charles openly show distress before. He wound an arm back to grip his calf, feigning a charley horse cramp. At the same time, I swayed back and forth, continuing to feign faintness. We were like actors upon a stage in some absurd, vulgar comedy.
“Well, I suppose both of you are quite fatigued,” said the butler.
“We had a long journey, and my wife has nerves.”
“My nerves are atrocious!”
Charles grasped my hand hard when we reached the top of the stairs. It looked like he was leading me, still playing the nervous and foolish wife, but his grip was so tight I knew that it was he who sought support and reassurance.
Finally we arrived at the corridor that housed the guest rooms, and the butler unlocked one of them.
“Accommodations for Mr. and Mrs. Charles M_____,” he said, gesturing for us to go inside.
When the butler vanished down the hall, I locked the door from the inside. Charles pulled upward on the waistband of his trousers as hard as he could and crumpled into a half-crouch, his knees folded inward, panting as if he had run a mile through the driving snow. His tophat tumbled off onto the floor.
“Help me, Polly.”
I dove under the bed for the customary chamber pot, only to find that it was not there! Was there some mistake? Had it been stolen? Were the Gershwins so thoroughly modern that they forced their guests to walk into the front halls and use noisy water closets at night? Despite keeping a modern home myself back in Boston, I was outraged. Would I have to order my husband to water the carpet like a puppy just to avoid injury to his kidneys?
“It’s not here!” I wailed.
“It’s…it’s…oh, oh, I must have a piss. I must, I must!” he jumped from foot to foot and grabbed himself between his legs. The poor thing!
“Wait here,” I said. I had had a wild idea.
“Oh, wife, I can’t wait any longer! Oh, I’ll burst, ohhhhh,” he moaned pitifully, grimacing as he pushed his hands yet harder against the much-stressed dam.
“Please try,” I whispered as I hurried into the hallway. I tiptoed back to a side corridor I had seen a few minutes before and discovered my prize on the buffet table: a medium-size China vase filled with cut hydrangeas. I took the flowers out and emptied the water behind the buffet, then rushed back to the room with the vase half-hidden amidst my skirts.
I found poor Charles shaking with his back against the wall and his legs crossed, eyes shut tight, gulping air. There were tears upon his cheeks.
I kneeled before him and nudged his legs apart. He whimpered as I unfastened his suspenders and pulled down his trousers and undergarments, exposing his quivering thighs and cunny. Above this I beheld the astonishing sight of his distended bladder protruding from his abdomen. It looked like a round, ripe melon peeking out beneath his waistcoat.
“Please, wife, please…” he begged me.
He cupped the swelling with his hand and bent his knees. I positioned the vase and said: “now, dear.”
There was a tense moment before he could release, but then a hot golden torrent burst forth from his quim with a great hiss and splashed into the vase. I could feel the force of it through the porcelain!
He rolled his eyes back and moaned deeply. Oh, how he pissed that night! I could not believe he had endured being so very full without ruining his new suit. His stream rushed and rushed, longer and thicker and fiercer than any I have ever been able to summon under the most dire of circumstances.
I continued to hold the vase, happy to attend to the cessation of my husband’s agonies.
At last the majestic river slowed to a trickle, and Charles pressed on his lower stomach, now flat once again, to make sure he was empty. His cheeks were flushed. His shoulders sagged with relief.
“Oh my darling Polly, that’s much better. I was suffering so that I thought I would burst and die from it,” he sighed.
I noticed that there were dewdrops suspended in the curled hair along the outside of his little muff. In a moment of daring, I took my handkerchief and dabbed the drops away. He laughed at the ticklish sensation.
I looked into the vase and gasped, as it was half full! He must have voided two quarts [~1.9L]! Thankfully, there was still room for me to relieve myself as well - my own needs had become unexpectedly urgent upon watching my husband’s performance. He was quite amused when I lifted my skirt and started adding my waters to his.
“If we must defile this vase, we shall do it together,” I said, as the tinkling sound filled the room.
“Ah, but whatever are we going to do with the vase?” he asked.
“Allow me.”
I crept out of the door to the guest room, checking to see if the coast was clear. Then I scampered on swift but silent feet to return the vase to where it had been, placing the cut flowers in with our waters! I believed that when the smell or wilting of the flowers inevitably led to the discovery of the mischief in the morning, it would surely be blamed on some drunken boor and not anyone so prim and quiet as my husband.
It was the naughtiest thing I ever did as a grown woman!
After I retreated to the room, my husband wanted to make love. We had to be very quiet indeed. It was quite memorable, because it was one of the only times in ten years that he has allowed me to pet him between the legs for his pleasure. It was as if the experience of holding his water for such an excruciatingly long time had softened his defenses. I have fond memories of that night and the soft, velvety texture of his quim, which I get to touch so rarely, and which is smaller, pinker, and daintier than my own in a peculiar contrast to the general masculine cut of his jib.
In the morning, the vase was empty and cleaned. A servant must have found it and disposed of its contents without comment.
An announcement was made at breakfast: our hosts apologized for the absence of chamber pots in our rooms the previous night, and any inconvenience this may have caused. It was the fault of the servants. The pots were being replaced at that very moment.
Charles and I were silent conspirators for the rest of the meal, exchanging a lot of smirking looks as Mr. Gershwin droned on and on about croquet and the discovery of gold in the Klondike.
I noticed that Charles stole away to our room several times that day. He whispered to me that his bladder was “exhausted.” I felt so sorry for him, and yet so impressed by what he had accomplished under duress. Not many people can say they have gone from nine one night to midnight the next without passing urine through sheer determination. Thankfully, he sustained no lasting damage to his system as a result of this test, and was able to keep his cunny sealed tight for the duration of our return journey two days later.
Edited October 26, 2021 by notthewees
realized I referenced the California Gold Rush when I meant the Alaska Gold Rush and it was going to haunt me
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