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This is my first post on here. Any feedback and constructive criticism is appreciated. Also if someone would be willing to make an illustrated come of this, let me know! Enjoy!!!
Reagan's University Desperation
Reagan had no time to shower after her morning workout because the timer that was
supposed to let her know when it was an hour before class never went off. Normally she had the timer set so she could shower and change out of her workout clothes before going to class but she forgot to set it this morning so she just sprayed her deodorant, filled her large hydro flask full of water, wolfed down a protein bar, grabbed her school stuff, and headed out of her apartment to her class. She got there right before the class started and sat down at her desk right next to the door. She felt self-conscious about what she was wearing which was her grey Nike short running shorts with a lime green outline (over her grey panties), a t-shirt, and running shoes.
Before the class was halfway through she had drunk half of the 32 oz of water in her hydro flask and eventually her bladder reminded her that she hadn’t peed in several hours and would need to go soon. The class seemed to be a little longer than usual and she could feel her bladder growing increasingly full as the time passed. When the class ended, Reagan had only 15 minutes to get to her next class so she didn’t have time to go to the restroom (she had a shy bladder and didn’t like to use public restrooms anyway).
This was Reagan’s last class of the day, it was an American history class. The teacher was lecturing about the prohibition. As the class went on, she found it increasingly difficult to pay attention because her bladder was getting really full and she was constantly crossing her legs and shifting around trying to keep pressure on her urethra and off her bladder. By the end of the class,
Reagan had to pee so bad she couldn’t even sit still at all. When the professor did finally dismiss the class, Reagan quickly shoved her notes into her bag and was about to leave when the professor called her name. She walked over to the professor’s desk, thinking to herself “fuck, why does he have to talk to me now!”
“Reagan, you seemed a little off today, are you alright?”
“Yes sir,” she was standing with one foot slightly in front of the other squeezing her legs together in an effort to not show that she was holding a full bladder.
“Alright Reagan,” said the professor after a while, “keep up the good work in my class” “Yes sir!”
Reagan was powerwalking back to her apartment (where the only restroom that she felt
comfortable using was) when her phone dinged. It was her friend Sky saying “Rea, wya? We were supposed to meet with our study group in the library to prepare for the test coming up in psychology”. Reagan cursed under her breath, she had completely forgotten. Her bladder would have to wait, she promised to be at the study group that afternoon.
Reagan got to the library and sat down at the table with sky and the rest of the group. Her bladder was throbbing as she did so but she did her best to hide the desperation. As they went over the notes, Reagan noticed that her bladder was bulging. She was sitting with one hand between her crossed legs. “I have to pee so bad, why didn’t I just go after class like a normal person, I don’t know how much longer I can hold it for”. Suddenly, an intense wave of desperation hit her, and she quickly hold herself with both hands, despite this, she felt a jet of piss spurt into her panties and could feel the small, warm, damp patch through her shorts. “Hey, I’ll be right back, I’m going to use the restroom real quick” without waiting for a response, she made her way to the women’s restroom.
Reagan’s bladder was throbbing more intensely now. She had to pee so bad she didn’t even bother trying to hide her desperation. She had both hands between her legs as she got to the restroom. When she got to the restroom door, she gasped as she saw the sign that read “under maintenance, sorry for the inconvenience”
“Noooo she moaned under her breath” she was hit by another wave of desperation and this time two long spurts escaped her throbbing urethra and she had to cross her legs where she stood, bent double to regain control. “I’ve got to find another restroom” she was walking as fast as she could while holding and she felt a drop trickle down the back of her leg. She paused to check herself. The crotch of her shorts had a dark, wet, patch the size of a tennis ball. She hurried on her way. She couldn’t recall where the other restroom was.
Reagan was sweating from the effort of holding it as she walked past the rows of study cubicles. “Let me find the restroom soon, I’m about to piss myself,” she thought. Suddenly, she was hit by the biggest wave of desperation yet. She gasped as a large amount of pee shot out of her urethra and leaked into her hands that were still between her legs. Not knowing what to do, reagan quickly ran into the nearest empty cubicle. She was leaking nonstop and she saw a trashcan with a plastic bag in the cubicle. She went to reach for it but then her bladder spasmed and she yelped as she felt the pee burst out of her urethra. She tried frantically to stop the flow but couldn’t. Her legs buckled and she slowly sank to the floor as pee ran down her legs and streamed through her panties and shorts. The carpet under her had a large wet patch and the pee just kept on flowing out. By this point, all Reagan could think about was how amazing the relief felt as her bladder emptied into her clothes and onto the floor. Finally, the last bits of pee trickled out of her urethra and she just sighed in a combination of both relief and shame. Whenever she stood up, her legs were shaking and she was a little unsteady. She also felt oddly aroused now
too. She checked her phone that somehow stayed dry and there was another message from Sky saying “Hey, you were away for a while and I figured that you might be having your monthly so we decided to wrap up the session for today. Hope you’re ok!” Reagan was glad she didn’t have to face her friend after her accident and went to the study table, grabbed her stuff, and returned to her apartment. Also, fortunately for her, her shirt was long enough to cover her shorts so nobody could really tell what had happened.
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Hi all I realized I screwed up posting this the first time! Here’s the full story please leave comments or criticism. If you like this character I may make a sequel! Thanks!
If you looked at Jenna you’d see nothing out of the ordinary for a 17 soon to be 18 year old high school junior. At 5’5 with perky B cups and a slender body she wasn’t a model but she was pretty. However there was one unique thing about Jenna she played for North West High’s football team. Well as a kicker some would dispute that, Jenna didn’t care. She loved the feeling of running onto the field to kick a field goal or an extra point knowing that all the pressure was on her to perform and more often that not she did. However right now Jenna was feeling a very different type of pressure.
Jenna had never been one to manage her time well. Despite knowing that the team bus would leave just an hour after school ended. She spent 20 minutes talking with her friend Kate. Then absolutely had to stop at the Starbucks Drive Through as she hadn’t slept well the night before and needed the energy boost only a large iced coffee would provide. After a long wait at the drive through line Jenna realized that she had just 15 minutes till she was due at the bus. Jenna sprinted into her house and grabbed her athletic bag where her pads and uniform were. Jumped right into her car and sped to school.
Jenna rushed into the girls locker room for a brief moment of solitude. Obviously being the only girl on the team she changed alone. Many would suspect to shield her from the prying eyes of the boys. However if Jenna was honest she wouldn’t exactly look away as some of her more attractive teammates changed either.
Jenna yanked up her blue uniform pants and burst onto the bus. Taking her usual place at the back in the only area that had seats meant for one person. She didn’t have many friends on the team. After a brief pep talk from the coach the bus began their one hour journey to Washington High. However after just ten minutes Jenna cursed herself as she felt a twinge in her bladder, she hadn’t left enough time to pee.
Twenty minutes later the bus ground to a halt, despite the hopes of her filling bladder Jenna knew that there was no way they had arrived at Washington. She looked up from her game of candy crush and peered out the bus window. All she saw was stopped cars and brake lights for miles ahead.
40 minutes later and the bus had barely moved. They were supposed to be at Washington by now and Jenna was supposed to be running into a girls room before kick off. Jenna had her legs tightly crossed and was squirming ever so slightly in her seat. Jenna prayed no one would hear the sound of her pants rubbing against the seat as she moved back and forth.
Jenna began to day dream remembering the last time she sat upon a porcelain throne. She had a taken a bathroom break during her 5th period English class. But that was three hours and a large Starbucks coffee ago. Jenna’s daydream was broken by a strange sound was someone filling their water bottle? On the bus impossible! It didn’t take her long to locate the source of the sound just two rows ahead of her. Mark the teams star safety had the top of his water bottle open. Jenna realized mark was filling his water bottle he was peeing into it!
Jenna quickly looked away but the damage had been done. Her brain and bladder had seen what she could not have . She slammed her legs shut and plunged a hand into her girlhood. Jenna yearned to follow marks example. While some girls couldn’t dream of peeing into a bottle. Jenna knew the top of her water bottle was wide enough.While she was stuck in traffic, Jenna had used an empty Gatorade bottle instead of peeing all over her mother’s leather seat. Anything a boy could do a girl could do too! However modesty prevented Jenna from dropping her pants in front of her teammates. She had to hold.
The bus finally began to move forward at full speed. Jenna quickly GPSd her way to Washington High. 33 minutes! Her heart sunk and her bladder throbbed. Jenna’s bladder was protruding from its normal position pushing directly against her tight blue uniform pants. Jenna began to squirm more noticeably never remaining still for more than a few seconds. Her legs began to scissor as her face turned white. This was an emergency!
Then it happened the bus hit a sizable bump in the road. The sudden change in momentum was not good for Jenna. She yelped as her bladder rebelled. Then she a spurt of pee forced its way passed her defenses and forced its way out of her settling against her black cotton panties.
Jenna hadn’t wet herself in years! Not since she had too much soda at Disney Land and soaked the sheets in the night. Jenna would take her parents anger and disappointment over their 11 year old wetting the bed rather than her entire bus of male teammates knowing that at 17 her bladder was giving out.
Her hand were shoved into her crotch to re enforce her tired muscles. But this strategy merely delayed the enviable. She looked down at her phone and tears began to well in her eyes. 13 minutes till they got to Washington high. This was hopeless.
Two minutes later despite her best efforts it happened. Jenna began to pee. At first it was a small leak then the flood gates opened. Pee poured out of her. Darkening her uniform pants. All Jenna felt in that moment was pure bliss and relief. When her stream slowed the reality hit her. She had wet her pants. Her face blushed red she looked around at her teammates to make sure none of them had witnessed her voiding her bladder all over the seat. While none seemed to have caught her in the act her uniform revealed the truth. It was almost an entirely different color. The moment anyone looked at her they could tell what had happened. Jenna knew that her teammates would never let her live this down. She had always wanted to be one of the guys but she never felt more like a little girl.
Then it happened it began to rain heavily Rain drops pelted the bus as if they were bullets. As the bus finally pulled into Washington High it began to look like a monsoon. The coach urged his team to rush into the field. They would play the game. Jenna waited until she was the last one on the bus then followed behind her teammates the heavy rain pelting her. As she ran onto Washington High’s grass field . She saw her opportunity. She planted her leg as if she was attempting a kick then fell. Landing in a huge pile of mud. Hearing her fall two of her teammates rushed to pick her up but the damage had been done. She was covered in mud. She assured them she was alright she just slipped. Jack the team linebacker remarked jeez Jenna it looks like you shit your pants. Jenna smiled if he only knew.
Epilogue: The game was a defensive slug fest with just twelve seconds left tied at 6 the quarterback spiked the ball. The coach called for Jenna and the field goal unit. For the second time today all the pressure in the world was on Jenna. But unlike the first time she didn’t give in her 30 yard kick spilt the uprights. Her team won 9-6. She got the game ball, many high fives and even an invite to a team bonding event at Carl’s house. Before she went back to the bus Jenna made sure to pay a visit to the girls room. |
The next weekend, Jenna made the trip to Carl’s house. She was super excited. Not only was it her first chance to socially bond with her teammates but it would also be her first time drinking alcohol! Carl’s parents were out of town and his older brother had bought him three thirty packs of beer to share amongst his teammates. Jenna had told her parents that she was going to sleep over at Kates house. Which wasn’t a total lie. Jenna had arranged to sleep over that night but she omitted that the football party at Carl’s before hand.
As Jenna prepared to leave she pulled up her ripped light denim jeans over her sky blue panties. As Jenna looked down at her phone she read off a text from Kate wishing her luck tonight and also imploring Jenna that if she had the chance to talk her up to mark. Kate had a huge crush on the safety!
Jenna was the last to arrive at Carl’s. Her teammates greeted her with an enthusiastic hello and an offer to a beer. Jenna cracked open her first one. Kate had warned her she wouldn’t like the taste but much to Jenna’s surprise beer wasn’t all that bad.
She quickly downed her first drink and joined the conversation about the Alabama football team proving her knowledge of the game to a room full of surprised boys.
As the night progressed everyone began to drink more and the conversation turned more lively. After her third beer Jenna’s bladder panged and she took her leave for the bathroom. Once in the bathroom she peed with surprising intensity. As she opened the door she saw two of her teammates. Jenna couldn’t help but blush knowing that her teammates had heard her pee through the thin bathroom walls.
Jenna returned to the basement and cracked open another beer.
Just 45 minutes later Jenna realized she had to pee again. That couldn’t be right! She had just went! However the feeling of pressure against the walls of her bladder was unmistakable. Begrudgingly she trudged back to the bathroom but when she tried the knob it was locked! Over the next few minutes Jenna’s urge grew with surprising intensity. She stared into Carl’s backyard wondering if she could simply pee outside under the cover of darkness.
Just as Jenna made a move for the back door. The bathroom door opened. Out came Mark! Now was Jenna’s chance to ask about Kate. Over the objections of her bladder. Jenna asked Mark if he had any feelings for her friend. Mark much to Jennas happiness, mark said he thought Kate was cute. Jenna gave Mark her number and told him to text her. Mark gave her a hug and thanked her for setting him up. Once Mark disappeared from sight Jenna rushed into the bathroom sighing in relief as she peed.
Throughout the rest of the night Jenna had to visit the bathroom at least once an hour. But the time she spent out of the bathroom, she spent bonding with her teammates. Playing beer pong, darts and even joining a discussion about the best porn stars with her male teammates.
By the time 2 am rolled around most of her teammates had left. Leaving Jenna, Jake, the star wide receiver, and Carl who was slumped over on the couch. Jake said “Jenna don’t you live on the other side of town, shouldn’t you have found a ride” Jenna explained she was staying at Kate’s who lived a short distance away. Jake replied “Kate she lives up the road from me do you want to walk together” Jenna enthusiastically replied “of course” and the two teens stumbled into the night.
Jenna had never really noticed how handsome Jake was his jet black hair, olive skin and extremely toned and muscular body. During their walk the two became fast friends laughing and chatting like they’d known each other for years. In his drunkenness Jake tripped over a curb and fell to the ground. Jenna offered a hand to help him up much to her surprise Jake pulled her down too. She landed right on top of him! Looking into Jake’s baby blue eyes, Jenna took the biggest risk she’d ever taken before she kissed Jake! Jake embraced his teammate grabbing her firm butt as the two made out. For the next several minutes the two teens couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. It took every once of their will power to remain fully clothed but eventually the two continued their walk. Jake turned to Jenna and suddenly said Sleep over! Jenna dare not refuse her attractive teammate and the two crept into Jake’s room where they lay side by side on his queen bed snuggling. A half hour passed Jenna realized two things 1. This was the best night of her life. 2. She had to pee. She turned to Jake to ask where the bathroom was but the receiver was sound asleep. Jenna decided that she could wait till the morning and let her eyes close.
Three hours pass the clock on Jake’s night side table flashes 5:48 AM. Jenna remains asleep dreaming. In her dream Jenna was not in her teammates bedroom but at home. She walked down the hallway and opened the door to her bathroom. She sat on her toilet and peed. Back in Jake’s bedroom pee rushed out of the sleeping teen’s urethra. First soaking her panties then pouring into her jeans spreading from her crotch down her legs all over her butt. Before spilling onto Jake’s crimson sheets pooling underneath Jenna.
Jake awoke slowly awoke his head was pounding and his stomach turned over. He looked over at Jenna and smiled. As he lifted his arm Jake felt something… wet. He threw off his covers to discover Jenna in soaked pants and sleeping in a puddle of her own making.
Jake slowly awoke Jenna. She immediately knew something was very wrong and it didn’t take her long to make the same discovery Jake did. She began to sob in between sobs Jenna chocked out an apology saying how embarrassed she was. How this has never happened before and promising she’s buy him new sheets. Jake’s heart panged for the humiliated girl and he did the only thing that made sense to him. He kissed Jenna! |
This story was inspired by the very first entry in the “Most extreme omorashi fantasies” thread; thank you, wetbynoon2! This started out as an entry there, but got so long that I thought it should move to the fiction forum... hope you enjoy!
My wife / my Dom and I have separate baths; I am not allowed in Hers without explicit permission. I am always up long before She is and this morning, I've already had three cups of coffee. I don't know about you all, but coffee for me is the most magical drink in the world: It not only wakes and fills me up but also makes me horny as hell; a wonderful aphrodisiac.
It also seems to process thru the kidneys faster than almost anything else so I'm already starting to feel the sweet pressure when She sashays downstairs dressed provocatively in a see-thru baby-doll with lacy bra and panties underneath.
“Good morning, my sweet boy” She coos. I can tell something special is up (besides my pole). She takes the guitar I've been noodling on away from me, sets it on its stand, straddles me in the chair and presses her belly into my pleasantly full bladder. She leans in, licks my ear then whispers seductively, “It's bath time; follow me.”
To the ends of the earth I would, but today, it's up the staircase with her sweet full ass swinging back and forth in front of my face as She mounts the stairs. We stop in front of the door to Her bath. “Disrobe then open it” She commands. I've never stripped faster, then swung the door open.
What greeted me was thoroughly exciting... and menacing. Soft music was quietly playing. The shades had been drawn, the only light coming from the many lit candles that surrounded Her tub. Several were aroma candles that filled the air with their sweetness. However, there was a pervasive, extremely strong, pungent odor underneath.
“May I enter?” knowing I must ask permission. “Yes, you may. Close the door behind you then walk to the tub.” A little tremor ran thru me as I shut the door; I felt like I was cutting off my escape route.
“What do you see?” The tub was filled about 6-8" deep with Her bright yellow nectar! Hence, the incredibly pungent undertone. There was a small, submersible heater on the bottom. “Test the temperature. I want my sweet boy comfortable in his bath; you're going to be in there a looong time. Is it OK?” I dip my finger in.... it's very warm, above body temperature. “It feels just right, Ma'am.” “Good. I've been preparing your bath all week, saving every drop of My nectar for you. Won't it be nice to be completely submersed in me?” The thought was incredibly exciting and my bouncing dick nodded its approval. But, “Yes, Ma'am” was all I said.
However, standing next to the tub was something that filled me with dread: An IV pole with an empty, clear plastic bag hanging from it with a long, clear plastic tube attached to the bottom. The tube had a closed flow control valve near the top.
“Good. Let's get started. Hands behind your back, please” She said brightly. She went to a drawer in Her vanity and produced a pair of handcuffs. Whoa! We are definitely entering new waters (no pun intended) here! She slipped behind me and snapped them on, then pressed and rubbed the length of her body into my back; I could feel her taut nipples brushing my skin. Then She reached around with both hands and palpated my bladder. I was still filling from the coffee, but was only at 3-4 on the scale. Her probing fingers sent shivers of electricity thru me.
“Mmmm... there seems to be plenty of room left” She whispered softly in my ear. “Climb in.” I step into the tub and lower myself down. It is quite warm and takes some getting used to. “Lie down” She commands. I lower myself until Her fluids lap at my neck, just under my chin. My stomach and bladder are now covered, and with my head just above the surface, the aroma is overpowering and unbelievably erotic; my flag pole is completely raised, poking above the surface.
“I see you're enjoying my bath... I'm so glad!” She ran a finger lightly up and down both sides of my shaft, lubricating it with my pre-cum. She then rummaged in the same vanity drawer and returned with a ball gag with a hole through it...!!
“So here's how the day will go...” She fitted the end of the tube through the hole so that approx. two inches protruded from the other side; I'm getting very nervous as She held it in front of my eyes. “This of course, goes in your mouth and fastens from behind. There's enough hose protruding into your mouth that you will not be able to work it out with your tongue and of course you're hands are bound. Please tilt your head forward and open wide.” With that She inserts the ball and snugly fastens it, then steps back to admire Her work. “Mmmmmmm...” She purrs. “My absolute control over you and the sweet pain you will suffer for me is making me soooo horny, as I see it is you too.” She slowly strips off Her sopping wet satin panties and holds them under my nose. “Smell my heat.” I inhale deeply; her scent is like a drug that transports me into a zone of total submission.
She then takes the bag off the IV stand, holds it open beneath her and lets a torrent of Her first morning pee; strong, dark and pungent with Her female pheromones fill it at least halfway. She then holds it against my cheek. “Feel my warmth. You will soon feel me both outside and inside. I will fill your every body cavity. You will be totally immersed in Me for as long as you wish.” She hung the bag back high on the pole.
“Your bladder appears to be about ½ inch below the surface of your bath water. Once I open the flow valve, I will flow into you; first your stomach then quickly into your bladder, and likely your bowels; I hope you cleaned yourself out as I previously requested. I will remove the ball and feeding tube only after your bladder distends and expands to be one inch above the surface. Until then, I will also be drinking and filling, but instead of holding, I will periodically return to replenish your fluid intake.” She licked her lips...
“The thought of my relief being the source of your steadily increasing agony is driving me crazy with lust. I hope you don't take too long; I have a special surprise I know you will appreciate waiting for you when you achieve your goal. When that will be is of course completely up to you; the more you drink, the faster you will fill and the quicker we can move on to the next phase. However, your desperation and pain will of course increase exponentially along the way. You have permission to release the agonizing pressure from any orifice you like at any time you wish, but of course that will only add to the depth of your bath, pushing your freedom just that much further out of reach. Shall we begin?”
I am finally starting to recognize the depth of her incredibly sensual cruelty and depravity. She opened the flow valve just a crack so only a tiny trickle started down the tube to my mouth. When it hit my tongue, I was repulsed; so strong, so salty, so bitter! I involuntarily almost spit it out, then realized I must consume it all for any hope of freedom... I swallowed.
“Good boy!” She purred, then adjusted the valve such that I had to swallow about every 5 seconds or be forced to add to the depth of Her hellish bath. “I'm off to have my morning coffee now, lover. I'll check in when I'm ready to release.” She leaned over so our eyes locked together, her magnificent 38Ds, clad only in her satin lace bra, displayed in their full glory just inches from my face. “Enjoy your bath, my sweetheart. I know I will...” She whispered, gently pressed my bladder, brushed her lips on my forehead then walked out shutting the bathroom door behind Her.
To be continued... |
Right after the Cartwright family returned home from their evening at a restaurant, they walked up to the front door. Donald then noticed Kitty dancing around in desperation.
"Wow, honey!" Donald said, impressed. "I didn't know you were such a good dancer. I'm still wondering why you're dancing if there's no music being played."
"I'm not dancing, you idiot!" Kitty snapped. "I drank too much of that lemonade!"
"Oh," Donald replied. "Is that what the song is called?"
"No!" Kitty snarled. "I had five tall glasses of lemonade and I've been holding it for an hour now!"
"Okay," Donald said, still dumbfounded by what Kitty meant. "But what does drinking lemonade have to do with dancing?"
Kitty just slapped him in the face. "I am not dancing!" Kitty snapped once again. "I filled my bladder with 48 fl oz of that lemonade back at that restaurant and I have to pee! Are you really that stupid?!"
"Oh," Donald told her. "Well why didn't you say so? You could have gone at the restaurant while we were still there."
"That bathroom was too filthy," Kitty complained, hugging onto her crotch tightly. She wiggled her way to the door, searching for her keys. "Okay, Donald," she told her husband. "You can quit fooling around and give me the keys so I can unlock this door, step inside, and go to the bathroom in there!"
"Okay," Donald replied. "Now let me see where I put them... "
He searched for the keys for about a few seconds, and Kitty was bouncing in desperation, with one hand grabbing tightly on the doorknob and the other holding her crotch.
"Are you going to give me the keys or what?!" Kitty snapped at Donald.
Then Donald looked horrified. "Oh no!" he said. "I think I locked them inside the car!"
Kitty then stared back in shock. "You what?!" she shouted in Donald's face.
"I... I... " Donald stammered.
Kitty was now furious. It was bad enough her husband had done a lot of dumb things in the past. But with him locking the keys in the car and her bladder getting ready to burst, she was really ready to attack him. But she thought better of it.
So she ran to the car and tried to open the driver's door, only to find it was locked. As she stared inside, there they were. Inside the ignition, dangling slowly.
Kitty growled at the top of her lungs as her husband and child slowly approached her. "Donald!" she yelled.
"Y-y-y-y-y-yes, dear?" he asked apprehensively.
"HOW DO YOU LOCK THE KEYS INSIDE THE CAR?!" Kitty shouted, emphasizing every word.
"You don't use your head?" Donald answered nervously.
"I hope you're proud of yourself now!" Kitty snarled. "The keys are locked inside the car, we're locked outside our house, and I have to pee!"
"I can fix this," Donald protested.
"Oh yeah?" Kitty replied sharply. "HOW?!"
Donald tried to think for a second. But had nothing. He was feeling rather uneasy on what his wife would do. She was on the verge to bursting and was about to attack him if she got her panties wet. Luckily, he had dodged a bullet when Kitty made her decision.
"I'll deal with you later!" Kitty shouted at her husband. "Right now, I have to find a way inside the house so I can use the bathroom!"
Kitty held onto her crotch and ran back to and around the house to find some way inside. The backdoor was locked. The windows were locked. The garage door was locked. Everything around the house was closed tightly.
Kitty growled in frustration. "EVERYTHING IS LOCKED!" she shouted at the sky.
She held on to her crotch tighter. She really needed to go and could barely hold it in. "I really need to pee so bad," she whined.
It wasn't helping that she saw that the house's roof was still drenched from raining yesterday. It dripped a thin trail of water from the edge rapidly. Kitty also looked around to find the faucet for the backyard was also dripping with a tiny thin trail of water. She was really desperate.
Kitty then looked around some more. With no access inside a building and water dripping around her, she had only one option: go outside.
She watched as her husband and child approached her. "Donald," she told him. I want you to come with me."
"Where are we going?" Donald asked, hesitant of what he thought Kitty would do to him.
"Just come with me," Kitty grumbled, grabbing Donald by the wrist and taking him with her, their child following along. She guided them to a large bush in their backyard.
"Now listen up," Kitty told her husband. "I want you to keep lookout while I pee behind this bush. And when I am done, I want you to give me something to wipe with. Do you have any napkins?"
Donald checked his pockets and pulled out a few napkins. "They're all clean," he told Kitty.
"Cheers," Kitty replied, snatching the napkins out of his hands. "Now I want you to stay behind this bush and don't look at me."
So Kitty went on the other side of the bush as Donald covered his eyes with his hands. Kitty could feel the flood gates opening any second. So she took a furtive look around to make sure no one was watching, pulled down her pants and panties, squatted down, and began to pee instantly.
"Ahhhhh!" Kitty sighed in relief. "Now that feels much better."
Kitty felt her pee hitting the ground rapidly. She was relieved that although she was upset to have to be forced to pee outside, at least she made it before she could wet herself.
"I hope you're not staring at me back there!" Kitty called to her husband. "I hate people who watch me pee! I especially hate those monsters looking at me! I am NOT a project you can just observe! I want my privacy out here since I couldn't make it to the toilet!"
"I'm not looking, honey!" Donald protested, his eyes still covered by his hands. "I promise."
"You better not be staring at me!" Kitty called back as she continued to pee.
As she continued squatting, Kitty saw that a trail of her pee was getting longer and longer. After about two minutes, the pee trail was 2 yards long.
"Are you finished back there, honey?" Donald asked from behind the bush.
"Not yet, Donald!" Kitty shouted furiously, her pee coming out faster. "I told you I drank too much lemonade! This is going to take a while!"
So Kitty continued peeing, and soon, a good five minutes passed since she started peeing. Her pee trail was now about four yards long, and it was flowing on the ground like a yellow river. Kitty was still squatting while peeing rapidly. Her bare butt was getting so cold she could feel the goose bumps on them. She groaned in frustration.
Why did I drink so much lemonade?" she complained.
Kitty continued peeing for one more minute until her pee finally weakened into tiny drops.
"Finally, I'm finished," she sighed. "I can't believe it took me this long to finish peeing."
Kitty used the napkins to wipe herself and threw the napkins on the ground.
"Are you finished yet?!" Donald asked, popping from behind the bush.
He had accidentally saw Kitty still squatting with her pants down, getting a view of her bare butt, and Kitty turned back to see Donald by surprise.
"DONALD!" she screamed. "I told you not to look!"
"I'm sorry," Donald said, freaking out. "I was just seeing if you were finished already!"
Kitty then pulled up her purple panties and red pants and stood up to face Donald. "Well I'm done!" she told him. "And I'm still mad at you for locking the keys in the car."
She stepped over an absurdly long trail of her pee and on the other side of the bush to confront Donald. "I told you I was sorry," Donald complained.
"I'll just call an auto company to see if they could get the keys out of the car," Kitty told him as she guided her husband and daughter to the front yard. "At least I still have my cellphone. You guys sure have it easy though. You can just whip it out and stand while keeping all your clothes on, while I, a woman, have to bare my bum in the air to go outside."
As the Cartwrights left, Lydia then came around from behind the big bush, encountering a 4-yard stream of Kitty's pee. Lydia stared at it in disgust.
"This must be what human urine looks like," she muttered. "And that woman says monsters are disgusting. They have a house right there. Why didn't she just go there? Don't humans have any decency?"
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Wendy could be a bit of a witch. Not to say that she was a mean person, she was actually quite lovely. But she had a tendency to be wicked at times. At eighteen years old, she was a budding young scientist. Chemistry, to be exact, although she still had a lot to learn, which is what our story is about. But before we get into that, let's talk a bit more about Wendy, then about some of her friends.
Wendy was a slightly chubby, but still quite gorgeous girl. In fact, her extra weight only improved her looks, as it gave her curves in all the right places. She had strawberry blonde hair, which she usually wore in pigtails. She loved making herself look cute and innocent, then surprising people when her more wicked side came out.
Wendy's friend Callie was a more "traditional" blonde. With a slim figure, which accentuated her assets, as well as a sweet southern drawl, which she owed to living on a farm in Texas for the first twelve years of her life. And, naturally, she was a cheerleader. At least by day. By night, she tended to turn into a party animal...
Angie was a pixie-like girl of Asian descent. Small in stature but big in attitude, she was probably the most outspoken member of her friend-group. She also wasn't above using her looks, or her talents to get her way. Nobody seemed to be able to resist the choir girl's charms...
Kayla was often called a bloodsucker by those who didn't know her too well. Those who knew her better wouldn't use that exact term, but the well-built, buxom, pale-skinned, dark-haired, night-life-loving goth girl certainly followed a pattern when it came to her love life. Drink up every little bit she could from her lover, then move on to her next meal ticket.
Finally, there was Alayna, a Milano-skinned beauty who usually wore a head covering. Her killer looks, especially her curvy figure, could sucker in anyone, male or female, but she also possessed a stone cold glare that could leave even the bravest souls petrified.
The five girls were seniors at Oak Creek High School. And our story takes place around the time of the school's annual Fall Festival. That was to be a busy weekend for the school, as they had the big football game on Friday night, along with the crowning of the Fall Festival Queen. Then on Saturday, would be the festival itself. All five girls were taking part. Callie would be cheering at the game. Angie was performing a solo with the choir. Wendy was working the refreshment stand, while Alayna and Kayla were both up for Fall Festival Queen.
Late Thursday night, Wendy was working in the chemistry lab. Her term project was coming up and she needed at least a B+ to maintain her average. She had decided to try and construct a caffeine substitute. Her friends had already agreed to try it and let her record the results after 12 hours. The formula consisted of a number of fairly innocuous - by her standards, anyway - ingredients. She knew her friends would be picky about what she expected them to drink, so she had reserved lab time after school hours to avoid them finding out what was in it. She had been working all night and was almost done. As she stepped back to reflect on her work, she suddenly became aware of a pressure in her bladder. She hadn't been to the bathroom in about eight hours and now she was feeling it. Her stomach ached from how full her bladder was. All that was left was to let the concoction simmer for about ten minutes, so she lowered the flame to a dull heat, mentally adding an extra ten minutes to the time. She knew if her teacher or the principal found out she left a burner unattended, she would be in big trouble, but she knew what she was doing. Besides, this was an emergency!
When she returned from girls room, she gave the drink a few quick stirs, then turned off the heat. It had been ten minutes. Forgetting that she had doubled the cook time, she poured the beaker's contents into a bottle she'd brought with her. Packing up her stuff, she made sure she cleaned up and locked the door before heading home for the evening.
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The next day at school, the five friends met for lunch, where Wendy produced a small eyedropper, containing the caffeine substitute. The others had been instructed not to drink any coffee or soda that day. She then proceeded to squirt a drop into each girl's water bottle, as well as her own.
"So, we'll all drink at the same time. I'll check in with everyone throughout the day, to see if it's working. You should feel increased energy, but without any of the side effects that normally come from caffeine, like crashing or increased heart rate. Everyone, shake up the bottles..."
The others all smiled as they shook up their drinks. "Ok, on three... One... Two... Three!" The girls touched their bottles together, then drank. Kayla spoke first.
"Tastes... Interesting," said the girl, blinking rapidly behind her sunglasses.
"If by interesting, you mean "yuck"," said Callie, as she tossed her luxurious blond locks to the side.
"Hey, most medicines taste awful," Angie pointed out in her sing-song voice, "but they work."
"Hey, my dad does most of the cooking, so I've tasted way worse," Alayna said. The girl had an interesting habit of over-pronouncing her "s" sounds.
"Besides, I didn't design it for taste, I designed it for function," said Wendy. As usual, she wore a black cloak over her regular clothes. "As long as it does what it's supposed to, it could taste like my brother's gym socks, for all I care!"
The girls laughed, as the bell rang for next period. The group went their separate ways, agreeing to meet up later to discuss the compound's effects.
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About twenty minutes later, Angie sat in her math class, crossing her legs tightly. "Oh my god, I can't believe how bad I have to pee!" she thought. "But I didn't even need to go ten minutes ago! Now I'm bursting!" She raised her hand.
"Yes, Angie?" asked her teacher, Miss Hart.
"Miss Hart, may I go to the bathroom, please?" she asked, her voice filled with desperation. Miss Hart frowned.
"You just came back from lunch. You should have gone then."
"Miss Hart, please!" Angie sang out frantically. Miss Hart - as well as the rest of the class - seemed stunned.
"Okay, Angie," Miss Hart said, in a monotone voice. "You may go to the bathroom."
Angie leapt out of her seat and grabbed the hall pass from the desk. "Thank you, Miss Hart!" she sang as she darted out of the room, holding her crotch.
"You're welcome, Angie." The teacher blinked a few times. "Okay, class," Miss Hart continued, snapping out of her daze, as did the rest of the class. "Back to polynomials..."
Angie ran as quickly as she could to the nearest bathroom and ran inside. Entering the nearest stall, she lifted her short, white skirt, and pulled down her pink cotton panties. As she did, a stream of pee quickly began coming out of her, before she even got her butt on the toilet. She sighed in relief as she settled her bottom on the seat and emptied her bladder. "Man, that was a close one," she thought.
She had no idea that this was only the beginning...
Not long after Angie had her close call, Callie found herself squirming during her History test. Knowing she wouldn't be excused before the test was complete, the poor girl had no choice but to hold it in. "I don't get it," she thought. "I went to the bathroom after lunch. I should be fine!" It was frustrating, because now her concentration was redirected to her bladder, rather than on her test. She attempted to focus, but her legs couldn't stop shaking. "Gotta pee so bad!" she muttered to herself.
"No talking!" snapped Mr. Gore.
"Sir, may I go to the bathroom?"
"It's a test, Callie," the teacher said, coldly. "You already know the answer is no."
"It's an emergency, Mr. Gore. I can't wait!"
"Sorry." The teacher turned back around and sat down at his desk. Callie groaned. She was in agony, her mind couldn't focus on anything but going to the bathroom. She skimmed through the test, checking off random answers. She just hoped some of the answers were right. She laid her pencil down and turned over her paper.
"Mr. Gore? I'm done."
Mr. Gore turned around, an eyebrow raised. "Really? Does this quick finish have anything to do with the bathroom?"
Callie fidgeted impatiently. "Sir, please. I REALLY have to go."
Mr. Gore stared at her for nearly a minute, then finally sighed. "Go. But please don't come back to the classroom. Go wait in the cafeteria until the bell rings."
Callie smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Mr. Gore." She grabbed her backpack and her purse and quickly hurried out of the room. The nearest bathroom was down the other end of the hallway. Walking as fast as she could with her thighs squeezed together, she made her way towards the girls room. As she waddled down the hall, however, the fire alarm suddenly went off!
"Shit!" she exclaimed. Students began filing out of their classrooms and towards the exits. Callie wanted to keep heading for the bathroom, but a teacher redirected her.
"Young lady, this is a fire drill. Please head toward the exit."
"I have to go to the bathroom," Callie protested.
"Sorry, but you know the rules. Let's go." Reluctantly, Callie followed the teacher...
Right before the fire drill started, Kayla and Wendy were in Chemistry together. As they started to evacuate the room, Kayla felt her bladder getting full. "Of course I have to pee as soon as the alarm goes off!" she whispered to Wendy. Wendy giggled as the grabbed their pocket books and headed out the door. As they walked down the hall, Kayla's need gradually increased, as she now definitely had to go. She was a little surprised by how quickly the urge had come on, but figured she could wait until the all clear...
As Callie hobbled out into the courtyard, she saw Angie and Alayna already gathered. She made her way over to them, holding herself tightly. She was so desperate now, she didn't care who saw her like this. Alayna just looked at her. "Callie, you okay?"
"I have to pee like nobody's business," Callie answered through gritted teeth. Angie looked sympathetic.
"Girl, I just narrowly avoided peeing my pants a little while ago!"
"Ugh! I peed before going to class, too! I was on my way to the bathroom when the alarm went off!"
Alayna looked around. Spotting a patch of bushes, she pointed Callie towards them. "We can cover you while you go!"
"Pee outside? Like this?!" Callie asked, gesturing at her body.
"Can you wait until we go back inside?" Angie asked. Callie pouted.
"No." She sighed. "Ok, fine." The blonde cheerleader pulled down her track pants and lowered her white panties. Squatting, she pulled her panties away from her and began to empty her bladder. She sighed again, it felt so good to relieve herself. Angie and Alayna stood with theirs backs to the bushes, keeping an eye out for anyone who might sneak a peek. As she stood there, however, Alayna started to feel a slight twinge of her own.
"Damn girl, did you drink the Atlantic Ocean or something?! You're making me have to go, too!" She giggled, but at the same time, it wasn't a joke. She did have to pee....
Wendy and Kayla made it outside, but by now, Kayla's bladder was definitely full. She looked around, frantic, her bladder vibrating painfully inside her belly. She had to pee so bad. "Wendy... I'm not gonna make it!"
Wendy looked at her friend. The girl was shaking and sweating from the effort she was using to hold back her flood. "Damn, Kayla! What happened?!"
"I don't know! It just sort of hit me from out of nowhere!" Kayla was wearing tight blue jeans and a black t-shirt that accentuated her best features - the words "BITE ME" plastered across her chest also helped to draw attention. Right now, those features were bouncing around inside her shirt as she danced uncontrollably, trying to maintain control.
"Girl, we gotta get you somewhere you can pee!" Wendy looked around, but the front of the school was fairly crowded with students. She noticed an area that seemed empty. There was a tree there, so it would make a good cover. "Over here! Let's go!" Wendy yanked Kayla by the arm, dragging the poor bursting girl towards the tree...
As Callie was finally finishing up, Alayna was getting very desperate, very quickly. "Um, you almost done, Cal?"
"Getting there," said the blonde in a much more relaxed tone. "Man, I needed that!"
"Alayna, what's up?" Angie asked.
"I... Kinda need to borrow the bush," replied the black girl. Callie gave a bit of a shake, allowing herself to drip-dry as best she could. She smiled at Alayna.
"All yours."
Alayna gratefully switched places, as she fumbled around her purse, looking for something. "Don't worry about TP," said Callie. "I'm just gonna go wipe after they let us back inside."
"No, I'm looking for my funnel. These pants are a whole process to get in and out of." Alayna was wearing a pair of tan pants, which had chains on either side, connecting them to her crop top. "Damn it, where is it?!" Her need was growing worse by the second, as she could barely contain herself. "Oh my god... Oh my god..." She frantically rummaged through her purse for the third time, trying to find the funnel. Then she felt it, her sphincter was beginning to open. "Oh no!"
"What?" asked Callie, concerned.
"I'm about to pee my pants!"
Angie hurriedly tried to unhook the chains, no easy task with Alayna squirming like she was. She managed to get one side unhooked, when Alayna gasped. Angie looked up. "You can hold it, Alayna!" she said a sing-song voice. Alayna's eyes glazed over. "Yes, I can hold it," she said monotonously. Callie quickly undid the other side.
"Thank you, Alayna," Angie sang. Alayna blinked a few times, before rushing over to the bush, yanking down her pants, and squatting to pee. "Oh, thank goodness!" she moaned. She could feel her bladder deflating as she relieved herself of her burden.
"All clear!" a voice called out, but Alayna didn't care. "Everyone back inside!"
"Alayna, hurry!" Angie said.
"Did either of you hurry?!" Alayna retorted.
"Ladies! Let's go, please!" It was the principal, Dr. Oberman. He was walking towards them. "You, and you," he said, pointing at Callie and Angie, "I said go back inside."
The two looked nervous... Angie gulped. "Okay, sir. Just give us a few minutes," she sang. Dr. Oberman got glassy eyed. "Okay, girls. Take your time." The principal walked away, still in a daze.
"Thanks, Angie," said Alayna as she finished up. She shook her bottom, trying to shake out as much extra pee as she could. As she did, she heard people coming. A boy and a girl. "Oh shit!" She instinctively reached up and removed her head covering. A hissing noise could be heard.
"Alayna?!" Callie called in a panic. "What are you doing?!"
"Don't look! I have company!" Just then, a muscular guy in a varsity jacket, and a girl in a cheerleading uniform peered over the bushes. Alayna looked up at them, her eyes glowing green, as the snakes on her head hissed. The two gasped, then fell silent. Frozen, just like statues. Victims of a Gorgon.
Yep. This is a monster omo story!!!
TO BE CONTINUED.... HALLOWEEN 2021....
Edited October 30, 2021 by desperation_fan
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The clique gathered a couple of hours later, after school had let out. It had been an interesting afternoon to say the least. While Alayna and Callie were going through their desperate experience, Kayla and Wendy were having an ordeal of their own. Kayla had quickly found herself desperate to pee and Wendy suggested she pee on a tree. But while she was doing so, the fire drill ended and the all clear sounded. Kayla still had half a full bladder, but she was suddenly thirsty as hell. Spying the senior class vice-president, Josie Collins, Kayla suddenly had several sensations coursing through her body.
You see, Kayla was a vampire. She wore sunglasses in school to protect herself from the sun, which is deadly to vampires. As a vampire, she had a natural craving for blood. Any type of blood - human, zephyr, satyr, nymph, wolf, mummy, or dryad, like Josie. But in addition to the cravings, vampires had a high libido, typically when desiring to feed. So not only Kayla dealing with the sensations associated with emptying a bursting bladder, but she also desperately wanted to have sex with, then feed from, Josie.
For her part, Josie had caught sight of Kayla peeing on the tree and she was horrified. Not only was the girl partially exposing herself, she was desecrating a part of nature! Josie tried to stop Kayla, only to find herself locked in the vampire's grasp. Wendy had to snap her friend out of it before she did something really bad. To prevent Josie from taking revenge on Kayla, Wendy, a witch - as in, an actual, magical witch - cast a memory alteration spell on her. Josie walked away, thinking Kayla had been planting daisies around the tree.
But even Wendy didn't get to end of the day without a desperate need to pee. Her's came as she was getting her books from her locker for seventh period English. As she was picking up her copies of Poe, Shakespeare and Frost, she felt the sudden fullness in her bladder and realized she needed to find a bathroom immediately. Looking around, she saw the hallway was crowded, so she waved her hand, causing time to stop. She quickly got to the bathroom, relieved herself, then restarted time.
Now, they were gathered at Wendy's house. Kayla, a vampire. Alayna, a Gorgon. Angie, a siren. As well as Callie and Wendy. "So... Today was fun," said Wendy. There was nervous giggling from everyone. "So, it looks like one thing the caffeine substitute didn't do was cut out the diuretic effect. How does everyone feel besides that, though?"
"Well," Angie said. "I feel energized. But... I kinda used my powers when I shouldn't have. Mainly, getting Ms. Hart to let me go to the bathroom?"
"Yeah," Alayna chimed in. "I turned Barry and Helen into statues, even though they didn't even see me peeing. Like, before I realized what I was doing, I was unleashing the snakes!"
"I almost fed from Josie Collins," Kayla said.
"And I froze time so I could go to the bathroom before class. Callie, any issues?"
"Um, besides almost wetting myself? No. But it WAS daytime..."
"Here's the big question," said Alayna. "We all chugged that stuff. How long is it going to stay in our systems?"
"I designed it to work for up to eight hours. But the side effects... Those were unforseen. I don't know for sure what will happen. Everyone just make sure you're near a bathroom for a while."
"But what about the game tonight?" Callie asked. She had special reason to be concerned. "If I get desperate to pee... What if something happens?"
The girls looked at each other. "I mean... it might be okay," Wendy said. "Angie, how long was it before the stuff hit you?"
"About twenty minutes."
"Have you had to pee since?"
"No, not for nearly three hours."
"Then maybe we're in the clear. Everyone just be cautious and report anything."
Later that night, Callie was in the locker room, preparing to go out and cheer. They were down a cheerleader, as Helen was indisposed, after being petrified by Alayna. Luckily, she'd be fine in a day or two. But Callie couldn't worry about that. Not with the game coming up. She was nervous, with it being a night game, things were always unpredictable, even if the school took special precautions to accommodate students from all species and backgrounds. She was especially concerned about needing to pee, not knowing what would happen. But the coach ordered the team to take the field. It was time for kickoff.
As the cheerleaders ran out on the field, Callie - wearing a visor - looked up at the sky. The moon was concealed by clouds so far. She just hoped it would remain so. She took a sip of water from her bottle and tried to psyche herself up. Unfortunately, things were about to go off the rails...
Alayna and Kayla were both in the crowd for the game. At halftime, they would take to the field for the crowning of the Fall Festival Queen. Kayla sipped her soda as she watched Callie down on the field. "So far, so good," she said to Alayna.
Alayna nodded, looking distracted. "Good. I kinda gotta pee."
Kayla raised her eyebrows in alarm. "Like, urgently?"
"No. Just... Like I have to pee?"
"Any chance of the snakes coming out?"
Alayna looked down. She WAS considering it. It would be a lot easier to win Festival Queen if the other contestants were statues... She shook her head. "No, it wouldn't be right," she thought. She looked up at Kayla and forced a smile. "All good."
Kayla nodded. She looked around, seeing the other candidates for Festival Queen. Fiona, a goblin. Brandi, an elf. And Ciera, a cat-girl. She took another sip of her soda, as she began fantasizing that she was drinking blood. Her eyes fell on Brandi, specifically. The brown haired, green eye elf was wearing a backless red dress. "All that exposed flesh," Kayla thought. "All that blood..." Kayla rubbed her eyes, trying to force those thoughts out of her head. As she took another sip, she felt a slight need to pee. She thought about asking Alayna to go with her to the porta-potties... "I wonder what Gorgon blood tastes like..." Kayla abruptly stood up and headed for the bathroom. Alone.
Back on the field, Callie felt a slight need to pee. She was worried, since that's when the problems started for everyone else. But she felt okay. She noticed the moon peeking out from behind the clouds. It looked so pretty...
"Callie!" a voice snapped. It was the squad leader, Terri. Terri was a lamia, a snake-like creature. She had scaly blonde hair and a sharp, forked tongue. "Let's go!"
The team ran out to the center of the field to perform their routine. Despite her full bladder, Callie performed okay. She kept stealing glances towards the moon, though. After the routine finished, the girls took their seats on the sidelines, as the football team took the field. Callie continued sipping her water...
In the stands, Alayna was becoming more aware of her bladder. She really had to pee. She considered going to the restrooms, when she noticed Ciera jumping up and cheering. Her feline tits bouncing everywhere, annoying Alayna. She wanted nothing more than to make her sit still for a little while...
Alayna tried to focus, but as the urge to empty her bladder got stronger, she found it harder to resist her basic Gorgon instincts. As Ciera leapt up again, Alayna had had enough. She stood up and tapped the cat-girl on the shoulder. "Come with me to the bathroom? I'm sure we could both use a chance to freshen up before the ceremony." Ciera smiled and followed Alayna towards the porta-potties...
Kayla was making her way towards the porta-potties, but found herself getting distracted by all the fresh blood around her. She was so thirsty. And yet, she was getting pretty desperate to pee. She found herself waiting in line behind Eddie, an ogre who was in her Economics class. She had to admit, as stood in line, holding herself and crossing her legs, Eddie was looking pretty tasty. "No, Kayla... Don't give in..." she thought, trying to will herself to stay strong. But she was thirsty, she was horny, and she had to pee so bad...
"Hey, Eddie."
Eddie turned around. Kayla had removed her sunglasses and was staring deep into his eyes. It was seconds before the ogre was ensnared by hypnotic eyes. "Let's go." She led Eddie around to the area behind the bleachers...
Callie was dying to pee. She sat on the sidelines, rubbing her thighs together, while keeping one hand jammed in her crotch. She kept getting distracted by the moon, which kept getting brighter and brighter in the sky. "So shiny," she thought. "I want to see it..." She knew it would be a mistake to remove her visor, yet she found she couldn't help herself. Her teammate, Ashley, a Naiad, looked at her, shocked. "What are you doing?!"
"I want to see the moon!" Callie replied, as she threw her visor aside. Ashley ran away as Callie looked up, soaking in the moon's rays. "Pretty..." Callie began to transform. Fur began sprouting from her entire body, as she began to bulk up. Her uniform ripped apart. People were screaming as they ran. Callie looked up at the moon and unleashed a terrifying howl.
Callie was a werewolf.
At the porta-potties, Alayna and Ciera stood in line, chatting. Alayna couldn't stand still, she had to pee so bad. Ciera was babbling away about something that had happened in her French class, when she noticed Alayna's squirming. "Holy cow, you must REALLY have to go!" she said, laughing. Alayna grimaced.
"Yeah, pretty bad, actually."
Ciera was in awe. A porta-potty became free. "Go," she said to Alayna, smiling. "You look like you're in pain!"
Alayna glared at Ciera. "I'll pee, don't you worry. But first, I have something else to take care of..." With that, Alayna ripped off her hair covering, exposing her snakes to Ciera. The cat-girl screamed, but quickly fell silent as Alayna's eyes glowed green. She was a frozen statue now. People turned to see what the commotion was, only to be shocked by the sight of a rapid Gorgon. Alayna hissed angrily as she unleashed her wrath upon everyone within her sight. Screams were cut short as their owners turned into statues, just like Ciera. Alayna rampaged around the restroom area, turning anyone in her path to stone. Until suddenly, the pressure in her bladder became too much. She stopped in her tracks and doubled over, clutching her bladder in agony. Her eyes stopped glowing, as she moaned loudly, then began wetting her pants. As her bladder emptied into her white panties and tan pants, she slumped over, all that energy drained from her body. When she came to, she was in for a shock...
Kayla heard the screaming from behind the bleachers, but was too lost in her lust and hunger to care. Her bladder pulsed inside her, begging for release, but at the same time, it just made the other urges stronger. She leaned back against the bleachers, as Eddie held and kissed her. She missed back, but then bared her fangs. Before Eddie could react, she had sunk into his neck and was drinking his blood. Vampires can usually drink two ounces from a single victim safely, but she wasn't satisfied. She was so thirsty, yet so desperate to pee. Suddenly, her bladder could take no more and began to evacuate itself. Kayla was peeing in her jeans and consequently, on Eddie. As she lost consciousness, she became only vaguely aware of what she had just done...
Callie, now in her wolf form, was terrorizing the players and cheerleaders on the field. Despite her overfilled bladder, she was deadset on making a kill. She had caught up to Ashley, the Naiad, and pinned her down. "Callie, please! Don't..." Callie raised her paw... Then collapsed, convulsing. An on-site security officer had zapped her with a taser. As she writhed on the ground, she emptied her bladder. Slowly, the fog began to lift, before she passed out...
TO BE CONTINUED... NOVEMBER 7TH
So, I wanted to get the desperate, rampaging monster part up for Halloween. The next part will focus on Angie, Wendy and the Fall Festival. I'm enjoying writing this, so expect to see more. I have some other ideas in mind for characters, plus some already introduced that I'd like to feature. I hope everyone else is enjoying it, too... |
This one will have sexual content! Sex is part of a lot of my stories but this isn’t by any means gonna be a porno. Feel free to skip those parts of it’s really not for you.
I’ve seen a couple long-term readers of my work who aren’t into poop, and most of my stories contain poop… oops. Sorry everyone. So this one is a pure pee story! Hope you enjoy.
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“I’m coming!”
Charlotte buries her face in my neck as her whole body convulses with the pleasure of orgasm. I feel hot, sour morning breath on my cheek and chestnut hair tickling my chin. As her muscles tense up, the sensation proves too much for me and I explode inside her, holding her close, feeling her slowly calm down and be still again. It takes a long time for both of us to finish finishing.
For a moment we just lie there, calm, content. I love the feeling of her uneven breasts squishing against my chest, hard nipples digging into my flesh. I love to stroke her hair as she’s lying on me. By now I can really feel the urgency of my morning piss in my bladder, but the scene is too perfect to give up on so soon. I had known I needed to pee from the moment I woke up, but when Charlotte had rose to straddle me, all that was put on the back burner. I lean forward and give her the softest of kisses on the top of the head
In the end it’s Charlotte who breaks off the post-sex embrace. My cock falls limp and sticky between my legs now that it’s not in her anymore. She makes to get out of bed.
“Come back,” I mumble, not wanting to lose the intimate moment before I have to.
“I’m only going for a wee,” Charlotte tuts, “I’ll be back for round 2 later”.
“Come on, Lottie,” I chide- Lottie is what I call her when I want her to do something for me- “just a a few more minutes. I bet you could hold it”.
“You know I could,” she retorts, “but it’s not about that, anyway. If I don’t wee I could get a UTI or something”.
That’s fair enough, I suppose. “Fine,” I concede, giving up the hug, “but can I come too? I’m busting”. I’m not exaggerating, either. I really do need to go to the loo soon.
Charlotte smiles knowingly, but doesn’t give me the answer I want. “You wait here,” she orders, “you can go for a piss when I get back”.
She starts to walk away, and I can’t help staring at her tight little booty as she goes. “Why? It’s been two years and I’ve still never seen you on the loo”.
“And you never will,” she tells me with a smirk. “Those things are better kept private, you know how I feel about this”.
I know better than to argue with Charlotte, so I watch her leave and focus on holding in my pee until she comes out. I love her, of course I do, but I don’t like the intense privacy she still wears like armour when she’s around me. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised- her whole family are majorly uptight, rich types who would never admit they don’t piss rosewater and shit gold (at least the ones I’d met, anyway). Not for the first time, I wish Charlotte would just trust me to be in the room without looking.
Now that my erection has subsided, I find myself wondering what might happen if Lily is already in the bathroom. Lily is Charlotte’s little sister, a freshmen who had moved to the city and needed someplace to stay while she looked for an affordable flat. I only met Lily briefly last night, so I don’t know much about her other than what Charlotte’s told me- that her sister likes to eat junk food and get drunk all the time, that she wants to explore the town… and that she likes to spend an age in the shower.
But it doesn’t sound like Lily is in there today, because I hear Charlotte walk straight into the bathroom and close the door behind her. There was no lock- her parents, apparently satisfied that everyone else in the family would know what a closed door means, had never bothered to replace it. This left me with a predicament of my own- a fast-growing desperation to piss and nowhere to aim it until my girlfriend is out of the toilet. She could be a minute… but if she wants to do anything more than a quick leak, as I suspect, I’m going to struggle to hold it. In past relationships I’d have simply pissed in the sink, but Charlotte forbids that kind of thing so passionately that I never bother arguing.
I’m forced to squeeze the tip of my dick closed while I wait uncomfortably for Charlotte to return. When I hear her flush the toilet, I get ready to make a run for the bathroom. As a last thought, I hastily pull on the same t-shirt and oversized boxers I’d left on the ground from the night before.
When Charlotte gets back I can barely stand still. There’s no time for apologies as I rush past her toward the bathroom, feeling my bladder control start to slip at last. I close the door behind me, just about extract my member from the boxers in time and point it towards the bowl just as piss starts to erupt from the tip. I moan loudly in relief, unable to hold back the noise of pleasure.
When I’m finished, I return to the mirror over the sink at the other end of the bathroom to check my face and hair. Just as I’m brushing up a little, the door opens again, startling me. It’s Lily, wearing nothing but a cute pair of pink and baby-blue pyjamas. She glances at me on the way in, marching straight for the toilet. |
By the time we get in that night, I’m so desperate for a piss that I almost need to hold myself to stay dry. The only thing stopping me is fear of what Charlotte might say if she sees me squirming like a little boy. She can be harsh when she’s been drinking.
We’ve been out since seven, on a grand tour of the local pubs and bars, running into old friends left, right and centre. Of course, both of us have knocked back a fair few glasses, but that’s not even the main reason why I’m dying for the toilet now. I haven’t been for hours, purely because I hate leaving Charlotte alone at bars when it gets late. I’d rather wet myself than risk something happening to her- and now, a couple of hours into the new day, I’m finally about to empty the bladder that’s given me agony since midnight.
“Come on,” she slurs as she closes the front door behind her, “bed”. We both know that bed means sex, and I’m not opposed to that idea at all, but for both of our sakes I know I need to make a detour to the bathroom first.
“I’ll see you in there,” I tell her. She doesn’t need to ask to know that I have to pee. After all this time together, Charlotte is well aware that I get desperate for the toilet when I drink a lot of booze. So we split up there- she heads to the bedroom to get ready for some action, and I hobble through the dark corridor toward the only place in the house where I’m permitted to empty my bladder.
In the blackness, the one room where the light is always kept on is the loo; Charlotte quickly got tired of having to struggle to find her way in the dark whenever she needed to relieve herself in the night. The crack of light seeping through where the door is partially open illuminates my path like a star. I waddle towards it, unbearably desperate now that I know I’m so close. Away from my girlfriend’s eyes, I can finally reach down and squeeze my cock hard, which barely does enough to stop me from making a puddle on the floor.
I push through the bathroom door… and almost have a heart attack.
Lily is perched on the toilet seat, wearing nothing but a too-small pyjama top and a pair of cotton shorts bunched up around her ankles. Her hair is dishevelled, her eyes half-open. In one hand she holds her phone, with what looks like Twitter open. She looks utterly unsurprised to see me burst in on her at 2AM. She barely even glances up when I enter, but I, on the other hand, freeze completely with panic. Her walking in on me was one thing, and one thing I never plan to tell Charlotte about, but this… this one is on me. This could be big trouble. And as I stand there, drunkenly trying to remind myself how to turn and flee, I realise that I’m still gripping my dick through my jeans with one hand.
“Good night?” she asks sleepily.
I don’t know what to do. I can hardly leave, now she’s asked a question. Sober me would have panicked and changed the subject before making some excuse to get out of there, but right now I’m not thinking half as clearly. So I stammer a response.
“Yeah, thanks…” I stutter, “sorry, I’ll wait outside”.
“You can stay,” she tells me, and I remember that morning again in a flash, “just close the door, or Charlotte will hear”.
Though I’ll never be able to explain why, I close the door- with me still on her side of it. It clicks shut. Now my initial shock is fading, I’m quickly being reminded how badly I have to urinate.
“You look desperate,” Lily observes dryly. She’s not wrong, but my cheeks blush at being called out like that.
“It’s not too bad,” I lie, trying to save face. It is bad. It’s so bad I seriously think I’m going to piss myself right here. I don’t want to imagine what my girlfriend’s sister might say if my jeans turn from denim to navy, pee pooling on the floor by my feet. But I can feel it, nonetheless, the first jet of hot urine right at the tip of my dick. It’s waiting to squirt out of me. And just before it does…
“Sink’s right behind you, mate,” she says quietly.
“What?”
“The sink. Just wee in there,” she urges, brushing her hair out of her face with one hand.
It’s so sorely tempting… but I know it’s wrong. “I can’t do that. Charlotte would kill me”.
“I won’t tell,” she promises, “besides, there’s nothing wrong with it. It’s totally fine”.
“I can’t… go… in front of you,” I protest, but the truth is my resistance is fading. I’m running out of options. The last time I was this busting to pee, I didn’t make it. Even drunk, I can’t risk a repeat of that right now.
“Fine, have it your way,” she says, “but you should know I’m going to be a while, if you know what I mean”.
I know exactly what she means, and I know I can’t wait that long. Desperation has made up my mind for me. Face burning with shame, I turn away from her and face the mirror. From this angle I can see her unfazed reflection just as plainly as I had that morning, though the alcohol makes it blurry this time.
“Okay,” I concede, “I’m sorry”.
“Sorry for what?” she asks earnestly as I unzip my fly and wrestle my aching member from my boxers, “don’t sweat it, dude. I’ve been in your shoes before”.
Even as every instinct I possess screams at me not to take a leak in the sink with my girlfriend’s sister a few feet behind me, my desperate bladder gives in and hot piss starts to dribble from the tip of my penis. I can’t bring myself to make eye contact with Lily’s reflection, let alone Lily herself, though I know she has no qualms with it.
“But I really shouldn’t be doing this in front of… you, you know?” The words almost become a sigh of relief as my trickle picks up into a gushing flow. I fight to remain calm.
“I don’t care,” Lily says with a shrug. “When you’ve gotta go, you know?”
I don’t know what to say to that, so I look down instead, watching the colourless stream slide down the drain. “Thanks,” I mutter.
“Don’t mention it,” she says, checking something on her phone.
After what feels like a very long time, I finally feel empty. More self-conscious than I know I should be (there’s no way she can see my dick from where she’s sitting, even in the mirror), I shake the drops off the end and tuck it away. Then I wash my hands as fast as I can and head to the door… but before I can leave she opens her mouth.
“Wipe down the sink quick,” Lily advises me. She stifles a yawn with the back of her left hand. “If you don’t rinse it, it’ll smell like wee in the morning”.
I do as she says, eager to do anything to prevent Charlotte finding out about this exchange. Though I’ve gone out of my way to make sure I see as little of Lily’s thighs, butt and crotch as possible, I’m certain my girlfriend would not be happy if she learned what had gone on here tonight- even if I haven’t technically done anything wrong, have I? Nature called and I answered, with no little encouragement from Lily.
“How do you know that?” I ask, “about the sink”.
She smiles coyly at me. I don’t see because I still can’t bring myself to look directly at her. But I can hear it in her voice. “Is a girl not allowed to know things now?” she asks, and at that I consider the matter closed. |
This is a reprint of a story I originally wrote several years ago for a now-defunct site similar to this one. It kicked off a six-part series called "Pee Where You Sit" which is now hosted on Literotica. It explored the use of an exceptionally efficient cleaning solution to essentially pee on floors and furniture without leaving any messes. No one actually wets their pants, but they do pee alot on surfaces not ordinarily meant to be peed on. If anyone's interested, here are all my stories on Literotica.
If you're into scat as well as pee, I might recommend the "Nanobotic Toilets" series, with a similar premise of technology facilitating nonchalant self-relief in unorthodox places. The one-off "Martian Mores" might also be fun, if you're willing to put up with some brief digression into my adult breastfeeding fetish.
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I climbed onto the bus with equal roughly measures of curiosity and trepidation, though I probably wouldn't have admitted to the former. This would be the strangest ride I've ever been on. I was still reeling a bit from what Coach had told me about this particular vehicle. It was an experimental model that attempted to cut costs and reduce waste by eschewing lavatories altogether in favor of upholstering the seats in a cutting-edge fabric that was supposed to be super-absorbent, self-sanitizing, and fast-drying. Apparently, budget cuts to our collegiate cheerleading squad had meant that helping the developers test their unusual invention was the only way we could attend this competition. So, although I was still a bit squeamish about the whole thing, I'd been dreaming about participating in this nationwide event for years, and I wasn't about to let something like this stop me.
I was still half-suspicious that this was an elaborate prank. After all, even if the fabric actually works, you still have to count on being seated next to someone you know well enough for shyness not to be an issue, and that seems like a tall order. When I brought this up, Coach said something about plans to add a mechanism for individual as well as pair privacy, but for a sports team that shared a locker room anyway, that finishing touch didn't seem worth delaying the trials of the seats, which were the main point. Still, the whole idea just struck me as weird. How exactly all this technology was less costly than a normal lavatory was beyond me.
"Do you really think Coach was serious about this?" I asked my best friend Natalie as we made our way to the most posterior seats still available.
"Well, Tracy," she replied, briefly inspecting one of several navy-blue curtains hanging from a rod that ran the length of the bus on each side of the aisle. "If these privacy curtains are any indication, I'd say yes." I reached up with my duffel bag to toss it into the overhead compartment, but my tall blonde friend smirked as I struggled a bit to reach. "Being short sucks," I pouted.
Natalie tossed her own bag up with an ease that taunted me and claimed the window seat. "You're not that short," she chuckled as she put our large shared tote bag of entertainment and other provisions at our feet. "And besides, you have enough curves to make up for whatever you lack in height."
I muttered an unconvinced, "Thanks," and sat down next to her and tucked a lock of dark brown hair behind my ear self-consciously.
"Seriously, I'd kill for your cleavage," she muttered back.
"Alright, I get it!" I said, my mild annoyance quickly giving way to amusement. "You turn your fair share of male heads, too, you know."
"True," she admitted with a smugness that made me laugh despite myself.
The bus quickly filled up, and a quick glance to the front showed Coach apparently nearing the end of her head check. In another five minutes, the bus shook briefly with ignition as our roughly eight-hour journey began. Once we were on a long stretch of highway, Natalie reached in to our tote, pulled out two big bottles of water, and offered one to me.
"Nat! Seriously?"
"C'mon! Coach always wants us to hydrate ourselves on the way to an event to have us ready for warm-ups as soon as we arrive. She always has no matter what we were riding, remember? Honestly, I'm surprised we haven't had hardly any accidents on any of our other trips." She paused. "In a way, this bus is a solution to a problem that's been looming over us since day one. Because of the hydration policy, the threat of accidents was always hanging over our heads. Now, we can have our cake and eat it too, so to speak!"
I begrudgingly took the water from her but refrained from drinking right away lest she figure out my inner realization that she'd made a fair point. I finally took a quick swig before hauling out my DVD player and headphones to take my mind off it.
I watched in peace for a good couple of hours or so before Natalie nudged me with her elbow. "Just got a text from the captain. The magic upholstery has passed its first test."
I raised both my eyebrows, my curiosity overshadowing any other response. "Really?"
"See! I knew you were curious,..." Something else caught her eye. "...and apparently so are some others."
I turned to look where she was looking and saw that, not only had a few curtains been drawn, but a couple of my bolder teammates weren't even bothering with the privacy guard at all. I plainly saw Darla standing up and pulling her beige shorts down while Erica was already sitting down with her jeans around her shins, peeing shamelessly onto her seat, if the look of relief on her face was any indication. In shock, I threw our own privacy curtain into position to block my view, but that instinct quickly wore off, and I found the corners of my gaping mouth tugging upwards as I turned to Natalie and started giggling despite myself. It was so audacious, and yet this is exactly what we were supposed to do! We laughed at the weirdness of it all, and my self-consciousness waned substantially.
I soon resumed my movie, and it ended up lulling me to sleep. I awoke a while later to the sound of Natalie talking to her older brother on the phone. But I soon realized that that wasn't what had actually woken me up as I felt an all-too-familiar pelvic twinge. I looked over at Natalie only to find that she seemed to be beset by the same affliction, and judging from how she was holding her crotch and rocking herself, it had probably been building up for much longer than my own pressure had.
A resigned sigh escaped Natalie's lips, and lodging her phone between her cheek and shoulder, she leaned back and unbuttoned her jean shorts. I watched slack-jawed as she half-stood with her back supported by her seat and yanked her shorts and panties down. She then collapsed back onto the cushion. The slightly obtuse angle at which she now sat put just a few millimeters between her genital slit and the seat, but that was enough to see how strong the stream was that erupted and flowed steadily out of her. She leaned her head back with half-lidded eyes and presumably bit back a moan. She was still peeing quite forcefully when she finally caught my eye and mouthed, "This feels so good!"
She kept emptying her bladder for a few moments after she finally ended her phone call. "Oh, wow! I had to go pretty bad!"
When her flood stopped a moment later, I watched in awe as it only took about thirty seconds for the huge puddle to soak into the seat and apparently disappear entirely. I was so amazed that I had forgotten to be discreet about my own desperation, and it took Natalie's suddenly mischievous grin to realize that I had begun clutching my own crotch and squirming. "Why, Tracy, do you have to go to the bathroom?" she drawled.
I realized that the urge was quickly getting worse, likely no thanks to her having relieved herself right in front of me just seconds before. I squirmed and rocked for about a minute longer before I gave up. "Nope! I can't hold it anymore, at least not when there's really no point to it. Damn you!" I shot her a playfully indignant look before I leaned back, lifted my butt off the seat, and practically tore my own shorts and panties down to my shins. No sooner had I landed my butt back on the seat than I let loose a fierce torrent. I gasped and bit my lip to avoid moaning. The rush of extreme pressure release and the feeling of my warm pee pooling around my privates and thighs soon had me leaning back with my head bent skyward in utter relief. "Oh, that feels so much better!"
After I finished soaking my seat, it dried just as quickly as Natalie's had, so I pulled my shorts back up and sat back down. Natalie and I looked at each other and giggled. Now that I'd taken the plunge and found it oddly liberating, I felt more comfortable with the situation. Don't get me wrong. It was still weird. Just not in the more awkward way it'd been before.
We both continued drinking water, a bit more eagerly now that the prospect of having to pee wasn't as intimidating as it had been. I was the first to need a second release. I'd actually held it for a while to let the pressure build up. Most of the unexpected pleasure of my first unorthodox peeing experience relied on unleashing some serious volume, and I wanted to be sure that if I was going to break decorum again, it would at least be decently worth it. I waited until I was visibly squirming (or would've been, if Natalie wasn't taking her turn for a nap at the time) before I gave in. I stood up, unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, and let them fall to my ankles. I then yanked my underwear down and lowered myself back onto the cushion. Thighs apart, I leaned back a bit and let out a satisfied sigh as I started peeing with reckless abandon. After about a minute of steady flow, I had practically covered my seat with a huge wet spot.
Natalie's turn came just as our trip was approaching its end. She was still asleep when we rolled into the county where the competition was being held, so I shook her awake. "Hey, we're almost there."
She stirred and blinked before opening her eyes fully. "How close?" she asked.
"About ten minutes, maybe," I answered with a quick glance out the window. Even as I spoke, she suddenly hissed and grabbed her crotch. "Do you have to pee again?"
She nodded. "I'd probably make it if I really cared, but I don't think it matters." She swiftly unfastened her shorts. "I'm just gonna go right here." She propped her butt up long enough to rip her shorts and panties down and then let herself fall back onto the cushion. Within a second, what looked (and sounded) like a gallon of pee was gushing out of her, completely soaking the seat once more. "That's better," she said when she finished.
Things got even more interesting on the trip back home after we'd earned second place. Andrea, our tall auburn-haired squad captain, had been busy helping Coach organize our embarkation that morning, so by the time she was free to go to the bathroom, she apparently didn't see the point in running back to the rest station's lavatory. So although Andrea was among the last to board, she was definitely the first to relieve herself on the bus. She climbed up and had already unzipped her jeans when she reached her seat. A couple of seconds later, before we were even on the road, she was quite openly and rigorously peeing into the fabric.
We followed a bit behind her and approached a brunette named Jasmine and her red-haired best friend Ginger (whose parents apparently weren't very creative with names). Poor Ginger had broken her arm in a particularly daring routine. She had valiantly seen it through in spite of her pain, but she was now comfortably in a sling. "I tell you what," we overheard Jasmine say, "why don't we just take 'em down now and leave 'em down until we get there, so you don't have to keep asking me for help going to the bathroom like a little kid." Ginger nodded gratefully, so Jasmine opened up the redhead's pants and pulled them down for her. "Actually," the brunette realized as her companion sat down, "that sounds really convenient anyway, injury or not. Who cares?" she shrugged and unbuttoned her own white capris just as we passed by.
We gaped at each other and wordlessly agreed that their idea was very intriguing. As soon as we found our seats and pulled the privacy curtain into place, we promptly lowered our shorts and panties in a single motion each and planted our naked butts on the high-tech cushions.
Over the next eight hours, we drank to our hearts content, and when we felt that pressing need to pee, we didn't hesitate to just flood our seats. Once, when we were watching a movie together, the urge made itself known again. Without even taking my eyes off the screen, I just spread my thighs a bit and let myself pee nonchalantly on the seat. Later, when the movie was over, Natalie was reading something on her Kindle when I saw her lean back. Her gaze never wavering from the text, she simply extended her thighs outward and started peeing. By the time she'd emptied her bladder, the fabric she sat on was absolutely soaked in a warm puddle, but we both new it wouldn't be for long.
I was the first to wake up when we arrived home. I woke Natalie up, and we soon rose to our feet, made ourselves decent again, collected our things, and pulled the curtain open. On the way to the exit, we came upon Jasmine and Ginger, both still seated with spread legs peeing freely onto the cushions. Jasmine's torrent was healthy enough, but Ginger's was an outright deluge! "One more for the road?" I teased.
Jasmine chuckled as she continued relieving herself. "Ginger here wanted to see just how much these seats could take in, so she's been holding it for hours. When she realized our time was up, she just exploded! And then, the sight and sound of it just made me have to go too, so..." She sighed in satisfaction as her flow dwindled and then stood up to re-dress herself.
Ginger kept gushing for a few moments. "Mmm," she intoned when she finally finished unloading it all, "That felt so good! I had to go so bad!"
Jasmine laughed as Ginger stood up, and the former swiftly helped the latter pull her pants back up and fasten them. "I had my doubts about this whole pee-where-you-sit thing," the redhead confessed, "but I have to admit, it's been fun! I hope we get to ride this bus again."
"Me too!" I concurred. |
Just Made It - Monika (DDLC)
The player sat in their desk and waited patiently for the girls to enter. Although, it was as if the classroom had become a ghost town, and nobody was there. Apart from the empty desks, nothing unfamiliar or amiss. Perhaps I'm just early, the player thought. Suddenly, Monika burst into the room, with a worried look on her face. Not even an evil smirk was upon her face this time. The player knew that every time the game was played, Monika would delete the others and try to seduce the player into loving just her - but this time, it was different. The class was perfectly fine and not glitched, and Monika was not smiling.
"What's wrong, Monika?" The player asked.
"Uh... N-N-Nothing..." Monika sheepishly replied, looking down.
"Why haven't you glitched the room yet?" The player bravely asked.
"Y-You knew?" Monika asked, in shock.
"Every time I reset the game, yes." The player replied cautiously, just in case.
"Oh, well then, I guess I can tell you the truth." Monika took a chair and sat next to the player.
"Okay, go on..." The player ushered.
"You know about the glitch and all the code? Well, I got the AI mixed up, creating a much creepier and darker version of me" Monika whispered into the player's ear.
"And I thought the ending was creepy, how scarier can it get?" The player sighed and slid under the desk slowly.
"It's just me at the end of every game, but glitchier and more powerful." Monika patted the player on the head, trying to give comfort.
"Screw it, I'm resetting the game." The player got up and walked towards the doors.
"Wait! Every game is going to be corrupted, even if you reset it!" Monika grabbed the player's arm.
"So... I just delete the game, then. Bye!" The player shrugged Monika off.
"No, please! Don't delete this! Just give me a chance!" Monika tugged the player's sleeve, breaking into tears.
"Ugh, fine! Just this once, to help you remove the glitch and I'll delete the game for good!"
"It's going to be easy, so we need a plan."
"Who needs a plan, when I've got gaming skills. I'll just go out and face the glitched you."
"Wait, take me with you!" Monika grasped the player's sleeve again.
"Why should I take you to the glitch you're so scared off?"
"Not to the glitch, to the... bathroom." Monika bit her lip.
"WHAT?" The player jumped back, bumping into a desk.
"I HAVE TO PEE REALLY BADLY! PLEASE, HELP ME!"
The player took Monika by the arm and ran out of the room, quickly passing the glitch.
"Alright, Monika you run to the bathroom, I'll distract the glitch."
"No, I can't leave without you, it's part of my code!"
"Then how were you not in the room when I was?"
"Glitched realm."
"Then glitch yourself there!"
"NOT WITH A FULL BLADDER, I CAN'T! IT'S TOO MUCH STRESS!"
"Ugh... Okay, then hide in that janitor's closet while I try to remove the glitch."
"Just hurry, I'm going to leak!"
The player shoved Monika into the closet and brutally faced the glitch, fist by fist. On the other hand, Monika was extremely desperate and struggling to hold her bladder. Her custom skirt was going to have a stain if she didn't hold, the player opened the door, scaring Monika a bit. She let go of her pee ever so slightly, but thankfully, just a bit went into her panties.
"You scared me and I almost wet myself!"
"Well, I'm sorry, not everybody can gently open a closet with bloody hands!"
"What happened? Fist fight?"
"Yes, now let's get you to a stall before you burst and humiliate yourself in front of me."
Monika squirmed at the thought of humiliation, grasping onto her skirt even tighter, moving slower than ever, pulling the player as well.
"If we don't hurry, you'll be sitting in a puddle for the next few minutes!"
"Please, stop reminding me of accidents, it's just going to slow us down..." Monika said weakly, with watery eyes as her bladder filled up.
"We're here, now go."
"Y-you have to go in too, because my code..." Monika pushed the bathroom door open, revealing two stalls that were out of order.
The player walked into the bathroom as well, taking a deep sigh, realising only one stall was available, and it was not the cleanest one. Monika snapped her fingers, making it cleaner, but also increasing her pressure. The player helped Monika into the stall, and sat her down, closing the door, and waiting outside.
Monika quickly pushed down her skirt together with her panties and released the flowing, yellow, liquid that made her uncomfortable, into the porcelain throne. It felt refreshing and very, very relaxing. She made almost too many sounds of relief that the player almost feel tempted to listen. The golden flow seemed to be eternal and endless, making Monika feel extremely tired, and she closed her eyes to the sounds of a rushing fountain.
She woke up to the sound of the player banging the door, startled that she was still sitting down. Her bottom felt sticky and anchored onto the toilet, and as she reached for the toilet paper, she groggily woke up and realised that it had been 2 hours. She carefully stood up and pulled up her skirt, opening the door to a tired player.
"What took you so long?"
"I fell asleep upon release, sorry."
"Well, I had to wait for 2 hours because of that!"
"I already apologised!"
"How much pee did you even have?"
"You might not want to look into the bowl..." Monika headed to the sink to wash her hands.
The player opened the stall door, revealing the toilet, filled to the brim with yellow. The player gagged and pulled the flush lever.
"If you had gone for an hour longer, the stall would have been flooded! How is that even possible?"
"I held it for more than an hour actually, since you joined early. Time in the glitched realm runs faster than normal time, meaning that if I had entered it, my bladder would have burst, that's why I was hesitant to glitch myself to the bathroom."
"Well, I'm just glad you're fine and not evil this game. I might actually stay."
"You will?"
"Under a few conditions. One, no more glitches. Two, no more evil stuff. And Three, make sure you use the bathroom before an hour."
"I promise for the first two, but the third one is actually kind of difficult since-"
"I'll keep the game running on another screen when I want to log off. After all, your sounds of relief are the best thing I've heard for sleep.
"Wha- Hey! That was just a natural function!" Monika blushed, trying to hide her grin.
"I love you." The player kissed Monika.
"I... have to pee, again." Monika ran with the player.
"Is it possible for you to stop glitching me just so I fall in love with you? Your bladder fills every time you glitch!"
"How am I supposed to-" Monika was cut off by the player.
"It's okay, I already like you."
[END]
Edited October 31, 2021 by MaskedOmo
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Hey, I actually managed to finish this in time for Halloween! This is part 1 of a new story with all sorts of spooky, scary, horror themes. Quick thing to note: the story will feature both male and female accidents, both wetting and messing. All characters are adults.
Happy Halloween! I hope you all enjoy!
The world lived in fear of the ever capricious Blood Moon, and the horrors it brought with it. In fortunate times, the Blood Moon would set, and would not rise again for months, or even a few years. In the most forsaken of times, it rose weekly. When its crimson light touched the world, madness and paranoia filled the streets, and beasts rampaged unchecked. Frightful rumors said that one day, the Blood Moon shall rise, and it shall never again set; and all mankind will be lost in a tide of insanity and savagery.
But despite all the terror it brought, there are none less fortunate than those born under the Blood Moon, condemned to battle the shadow until their last breath.
Chapter One: The Barony
Sylvia shivered. Through the great, iron-wrought gate she beheld Tarsa, a massive city with a grand castle built atop a hill at its center. Around it, staggeringly tall monasteries and spires rose to meet the sky. And behind them all, casting the entire city in a bloody silhouette, was the Blood Moon. The chill in the air was not what bothered her, rather the knowledge of what the streets of the city would be like. She’d been to towns and villages afflicted by the curses before, but never such a large city. She shuddered because she could not help but imagine the sights she’d seen in smaller settlements magnified and multiplied in this enormous place.
She would find no friends in Tarsa, although that was hardly unusual. Sylvia was a Pariah, someone born under the light of the Blood Moon. She could withstand it, and was able to battle the monsters it brought forth, although it meant that most people saw little difference between herself and the nightmares she contended with. She would be alone, fighting for her life, terrified out of her mind, for days.
She took a deep breath, and shoved the great gate open.
Even the outskirts of the city were very dense, with tall buildings and cramped streets. Sylvia placed a hand on the sword at her hip, ready for anything, as she strolled by the houses. Some were boarded up, others weren’t, others had been deserted. She could hear people inside some of the houses, some crying, some praying. Some laughing. She hated it- the sound of mad laughter. It always disturbed her.
There were footsteps close by, but no one would be foolish enough to wander the streets during the Blood Moon. It was no human that walked near, of that much she was certain. She briefly closed her eyes, willed her instincts to take over, and rounded a corner to face the first of many adversities.
Awaiting her was a large, mangy hound, big enough to subdue and devour a man. Judging by the blood caking its mouth, it had already done so. To most, a deadly beast; to Sylvia, however, it would be a warm-up. The thing barked and snarled, and lunged for her. With preternatural swiftness, She drew her sword and ran the hound through in mid-air. She flung its body to the side. Glancing down at herself, she looked to see if she’d managed to keep the thing’s foul blood off of herself, and was pleased to see her brown longcoat and black trousers were clean. Of course, Sylvia knew full well that her clothes would be soaked in blood and piss before the long night was over.
A bark in the distance, another hound. No one knew where the monsters came from. Some people thought that crazed humans turned into them, or that they descended from the crimson moonlight. Sylvia was confident they were just born in the shadows during a Blood Moon. She moved to put the fiend down before it could do any damage. It was the same breed as the previous one, and it died just the same- leaping for the huntress, only to be skewered and thrown aside.
In a way, Sylvia wanted the more dangerous beasts to hurry up and ambush her. She effortlessly and stoically did away with the runts, but waiting for the real threats to arrive was agony. For her, the anticipation of pain was always worse than the pain itself. Can some winged terror or colossal wolf-man descend upon me, already?
Another bark, snarling and furious. It would be a long night.
Time was muddied and difficult to measure under a Blood Moon. Even for someone who was mostly immune to its effects, Sylvia didn’t know just how long she’d been in Tarsa. A couple hours was her best guess, and thus far she’d only seen the least of what the night had to offer. Death hounds and scary noises in the distance. She was beginning to grow nervous. But when “normality” finally came, in the form of a woman screaming for help as a madman was about to kill her, Sylvia’s focus became razor-sharp, and she sprinted to them with unnatural speed.
The woman, who looked to just be some ordinary citizen, had fallen to the ground, as a hunched man wearing an executioner’s hood approached her with an axe. In the split second before she intercepted the killer, Sylvia noticed a puddle spreading underneath the woman, sending tendrils of steam into the night air. The huntress came to a stop between the two, hearing an animalistic grunt of surprise from the killer. He hefted his axe, and swung for her neck.
Slightly more on-guard than she was with the hounds, Sylvia drew her sword and parried the hit, gauging the danger. The madman had been given quite a gift of strength, rivaling her own. She was fortunate then, that he was sloppy, uncoordinated, and quite insane. He struck out again, sending furious slashes at her. Strong and deadly though they were, the killer’s mad rage could not compete with Sylvia’s calm precision. With each dodge and parry, she was getting closer, until finally she had studied her opponent enough to place her attack. One final parry, and in an eyeblink, her sword was buried to its hilt in the man’s chest. He gurgled, and collapsed, as Sylvia let him slide off of her sword.
She didn’t wish to frighten the woman any further, so Sylvia was careful to sheathe her sword before approaching. The citizen was still sitting in her now cold puddle of urine. She slowly looked up to meet Sylvia’s gaze. “Are… Are you going to… ”
“I’m not going to hurt you, miss,” Sylvia answered, in her somewhat low, boyish voice.
“But… Aren’t you moonborn?”
“I am.”
“You’re not gonna k-kill me for being outside?” She asked, in disbelief.
“I do not plan to,” Sylvia answered, matter-of-factly. She was accustomed to the rumors and superstitions. “Is your home far from here?”
“Uh, no ma’am! It’s right there, I only came out because I heard someone calling… ”
“People driven to madness by the Blood Moon often call out to lure victims to them. Go inside, and stay inside. And change your clothes.” Sylvia’s eyes drifted down to the tepid puddle, and the stain that had soaked into the woman’s dress. For the first time, she looked down and noticed her bladder’s failure.
She blushed and buried her hands between her thighs, “Oh. Ah, I-”
“Go,” The huntress commanded. The woman obeyed, scurrying inside and flinging a trail of droplets behind herself.
The encounter had confirmed to her that things were as bad as she feared, and only going to get worse. Madmen being strengthened by the Blood Moon was a terrible indication of things to come. She found herself hoping that another moonborn or two would arrive to help purge the city, but she was rarely so fortunate.
More screaming in the distance, more madness and beasts. She took a deep breath, and ran towards the sound.
Chapter Two: A Soothing Voice
Through confusing, indistinguishable days, hours, or minutes, Sylvia continued to offer battle to the crimson light. She rounded a corner to find a pack of death hounds, and had to carefully dodge each bite as she took them out, one by one. She found another madman, this one armed with a spear and wearing a sack cloth over his head. He went down after a few parries. Though each encounter was growing deadlier, she had not even broken a sweat, and not enemy had come close to hurting her.
But when she heard that terrible, dreadful screech, her blood ran cold. She knew that her stoic expression was broken by a brief look of fear. She had heard cries like that before. The thing that made them was a true monster among monsters. Though she wished very dearly not to, she took off running towards the origin of the howl. If she did not kill it then, she would not be able to kill it later.
Dashing through gothic structures and grim alleys, she found herself suddenly in an open courtyard, with pleasant trees and flowers blooming happily, apathetic to the doom around them. At the far end of the courtyard stood a tall woman, wearing a lovely dress in hues of red and black, and holding a pink parasol above herself. The courtyard was built overlooking a lower section of the city, which the woman seemed transfixed by.
So much so, that she did not seem to notice or care about the massive werewolf that was preparing to attack her. The creature was the stuff of nightmares and myths, at least three times the size of a man, and far stronger than it looked. Sylvia’s legs trembled lightly, her mouth went dry. Any beast could frighten her, but she had felt the wrath of werewolves before, and they terrified her. The beast became wise to her intrusion, and spun around with a snarl. Its mouth was not like a wolf’s, but more like a shark’s- with many rows of needle-like fangs, covered in blood. The black pits that functioned as its eyes locked onto her, and it howled- deafening and horrifying. She fearfully drew her sword, and gritted her teeth. Behind the monster, the strange woman had turned, and now watched them, instead.
The werewolf charged forward, delivering a bone-shattering swipe of its massive claw as it moved. Sylvia dodged out of the thing’s way just in time, but just the gust of wind that followed the attack nearly knocked her down. Werewolves grew in size and strength as they killed and fed, and this one had fed quite a bit. With feral speed and cruelty, it swiped again, and again, with Sylvia’s dodges becoming narrower each time. Its body went low to the ground, its gargantuan paws pulling it forward very swiftly. Its great maw opened, the teeth promising a slow and painful death, chomping and gnashing. She could not retreat for long before it caught her, and so delivered a slash across its nose when it was close enough.
The beast reeled, howling in pain. It stood on its hind legs, one paw clutching its injured snout as it howled into the night sky. She used the opening, and ran to its side, slashing open one of its back legs. The pained howling intensified, but then the beast decided to use the pain to fuel its assault. Before Sylvia could react, it hit her with a powerful swipe of the back of its paw. To someone weaker than herself, even that likely would’ve been fatal. She flew through the air, colliding with a wall and sliding to the ground. She slumped over onto her right side, lying on the ground.
She was in a great deal of pain, and her body did not heed her brain’s demands to get back to her feet. She became aware of the sensation of her bladder emptying, and a creeping warmth between her legs. Her pants were rapidly saturating with her piss, which spread across her right thigh. It ran down both the front and back as she lay on her side, creating a spreading pool on the cobblestone below her. She was sure that her coat was being stained with her water, as well. No, I won’t die like this, pissing my pants like a coward…
Mustering her strength, she forced herself upright once again. She stood back up, not minding that the last of her urine was still flowing out of her, allowing a little of the wetness to slip down her left thigh, and prepared to resume the fight. The werewolf had been approaching her slowly and cautiously, not wanting another slash across its nose. With startling agility, it abandoned the careful approach, and lunged for her with both of its forelegs. With the wall behind her preventing her from dodging away, she instead slid under the giant claws, cutting the beast’s belly as she ducked between its hind legs, and emerged behind it.
It reared back, turned around, and swiped low. She jumped back, but the werewolf’s claws struck the dirt and stone, sending up a cloud of pulverized earth. In less than the span of a heartbeat, the silhouette of its mouth appeared in the cloud, then emerged on Sylvia’s side of it, bellowing out an unholy roar as the twin beds of needles it called a mouth surged for her. She tried to react, swinging her sword, but she couldn’t even raise it in time. Before it could deliver the decisive blow, a parasol, thrown through the air like a javelin, impacted its eye. Black blood sputtered out, and it began thrashing and throwing itself around in a mad frenzy.
Sylvia was standing there dumbstruck, still catching up to the fact that she wasn’t dead. She felt a weight forming in her underwear, and then the sound registered with her. She was loudly soiling herself. She could feel her mess steadily filling her wet panties, spreading across her backside when it met the resistance of her pants.
But there was no time to concentrate on her incontinence; by the strange woman’s miraculous intervention, Sylvia had an opening. Her slackened grip on her sword tightened back up, and she charged the beast, Paying no mind to the mass in the seat of her underwear that swayed with each step. The werewolf was once again howling into the sky, standing “upright,” as it were. Instead of going for one of its legs, Sylvia this time chose to jump into the fur of its chest. She stabbed her sword into it for leverage, and climbed higher. When she could reach the space where she reckoned its heart ought to be, she began furiously stabbing and stabbing, plunging her sword as deep as it would go. The monstrosity’s howls grew faint and choked, and it finally slowed. It reached for her, and Sylvia ripped her sword out and jumped off of it. It tried to follow after her, but fell to the ground, still at last.
Sylvia was breathing hard, a rarity for the moonborn. The beast was dead, and she was not. She supposed that’s all she could’ve asked for, feeling the chill wind against her wet trousers. She stared at the werewolf’s body for a long while, until approaching footsteps reminded her that she was not alone.
“Are you unharmed, madam?” The strange woman asked, stooping to retrieve her parasol. She spoke with an accent Sylvia had trouble placing.
“I should be asking you that,” The huntress replied quietly, breathlessly.
The woman smiled faintly, very faintly, “I am just fine. You have done well, madam.”
It wasn’t that her accent was difficult to place, Sylvia realized, but that her manner of speaking was abnormal. It was slightly stilted, and the words were oddly paced. Even so, they seemed sincere, “Thank you. Is your home far from here?”
“Yes. Very far. Why do you ask?”
“You should head home. I can see you safely there. Most creatures of the Blood Moon won’t be able to enter your home unless they’re invited, so you’ll be safe there.”
The woman stepped closer, still smiling faintly. So close, Sylvia could see that she towered over the huntress. Sylvia was not a short woman, but the stranger before her stood a full head taller. Her pale face had smooth features, and her black hair was tied into an elegant bun. “You are kind to offer, but I do not think we will reach my home,” She said.
“Who are you?” She asked with trepidation. She was getting the sensation that this woman might not have been entirely sane and natural.
“Ah!” The woman seemed surprised by the question, as if she hadn’t expected to have to give her own name, “... Mary. Call me Mary.”
“All right, then,” Sylvia began, “Mary, You need to find somewhere safe. I’ll be killing these creatures for as long as I can. Right now, this city is no place for someone like you.”
“Oh, moonborn, you speak bravely,” The mention of her bravery brought the sensations of her cold, wet, and quite full trousers to the forefront of her mind, “But there is no need for that.”
“No need for what?” Sylvia’s patience was thinning, “For you to be safe, or for me to kill the monsters?”
Mary set her hand gently on the huntress’ shoulder, “For you to pretend. I see that you are afraid, in pain. You do not need to pretend that you are not.”
“... It threw me against a wall. It was natural to have… lost control of myself,” She blushed as she defended her wetting, assuming that’s what the other woman was referring to.
“You have done so very well, madam. Be proud of that, not ashamed of unimportant failings,” Mary’s voice, even as strange as it was, was so very soothing. And her words… She hadn’t once berated or expressed fear of Sylvia for being a moonborn.
“What are you saying?”
“That they have asked so very much of you, and you have already given more than that.”
“Do you… truly mean that?”
Her smile deepened, “I do, madam huntress.”
Sylvia didn’t know how to respond; no one had ever said anything so comforting to her, before. “What do you want from me?”
“Hm? Do you think I only wish a favor from you?”
“Why else would you try to befriend a moonborn?”
She paused, collecting her thoughts for a moment. She did not speak first, but rather embraced Sylvia in a gentle hug. The huntress initially tensed in alarm, but calmed down quickly. “You must have seen such hardship, to think even words of kindness will be used to hurt you.”
She knew it had to be a ruse, a trap of some kind, but Sylvia was overwhelmed by the embrace, and the reassurance. She had never met anyone who wanted to bring her comfort and kindness. Even knowing that soon enough, the trap would be sprung, Sylvia wrapped her arms around Mary, content to enjoy the human connection for as long as she could pretend it was real. Tears brimmed in her eyes, and she felt her exhaustion catching up to her.
In the arms of this stranger, Sylvia felt herself fading into unconsciousness, certain that once her eyes closed, they would never open again.
And thus, once lucidity had returned to her, her surprise was palpable. She was alone, in the living room of an unknown home. She was lying upon a cot beside a lit fireplace, pleasantly warm and feeling rested. She inspected herself for damage, but found nothing beyond the welts and bruises she had received from the werewolf. More pressingly, she was dressed only in smallclothes, with her huntress outfit folded neatly beside the cot. Bracing for embarrassment, she groped at her backside, searching for the bulge of her soiling and the urine-soaked fabric, but found nothing of the sort. She was clean.
She pushed her folded coat aside, and lifted up her black trousers. Holding them against the fire’s light, she could make out the slightest hint of a stain, and she thought that she could possibly smell something about them, but they were otherwise quite clean. Her sword had been placed into its scabbard and left beside her clothing, as well. She set about dressing herself hastily. She was already ashamed at having voided herself, and then had to contend with the shame of taking a nap during a Blood Moon.
I’m a miserable excuse of a huntress, she thought scornfully, as she slid her trousers on, happy to not feel the earthy sensation of her own mess pressed against her.
Approaching footsteps, once again, and Mary appeared in the room. “Oh, madam huntress, are you feeling any better, now?”
“Where are we?”
“An empty house in the streets of Tarsa. We are safe, here.”
“Did… did you clean me and my clothes?”
“I did. You were wet, and you had soiled yourself badly. I did not want for you to have to again endure that shame when you woke.”
“I’m… perfectly aware of the fact that I lost control of my bowels and bladder, Mary,” She said in annoyance, “But still, thank you. You’re right, it was nice to… not wake up to it.”
“Would it bring comfort to you if I did the same?”
“You did?” Sylvia’s eyes widened in surprise. She hadn’t noticed if Mary had fouled herself, but she supposed it wasn’t impossible, “Uh, I suppose that it does bring me comfort, yes.”
“Very well, then,” Mary responded, closing her eyes. Her body tensed for a moment. Sylvia watched her in confusion, then the sound of hissing filled the room. A splotch of wetness darkened the fabric of her red dress, in front of her legs. From the hem of the skirt, streams and droplets fell to the ground, as puddles emerged around her feet. There was a light crackling, and the smell that graced Sylvia’s nose confirmed that Mary had voluntarily soiled herself, as well. “Now the shame can be shared.”
Sylvia took a step back as the pool of urine nearly touched her boot, and looked at Mary, completely befuddled. “Mary, that’s not… Why did you… Now we’ll have to clean your clothes, too! I- I need to be back out there, fighting! I don’t have time for… this.” She was certain, then, that the crimson moonlight had driven Mary mad.
Mary chuckled, as faint as her characteristic smile, “Ah, madam huntress, it will take no time at all to clean,” She slowly waved her hand over the urine stain on her dress, and the both of them watched as the fabric returned to its normal, un-pissed state. Although, like with her own trousers, Sylvia thought she could see the faint outline of a stain. Mary slowly passed both of her hands in a circle around herself, and the puddle on the ground dissipated, as did the unpleasant odor from the mess in her underwear.
“... Mary,” Sylvia began, after a long silence, “You aren’t human, are you?”
Before she even spoke, her face gave it away, “Indeed not, madam huntress.”
Sylvia’s mind was blank, she had no idea what to do about a creature like Mary- she’d never encountered anything like her. “I… I don’t want to have to hurt you, Mary. I don’t know what you might be, but if you stay here, then I can resume my duty as a moonborn, and I can claim that I never saw you.”
“You wish to return to the horror and violence outside already?”
“The Blood Moon has been out for a while already. I have to fight the things it spawns before they become too numerous to stop. When the Blood Moon ends, the city has to be safe enough for everyone to emerge from their homes.”
“Oh, but madam huntress, don’t you see? There is no need to hurry,” Mary began, with a sympathetic look upon her face, “This Blood Moon will never end.”
Chapter Three: Spirit of Discovery
The official reason for William’s visit to Tarsa was to study at their robust libraries. And while this was not a lie, strictly speaking, it most certainly was not the whole truth. He had read the omens, the signs in the stars, and he knew that Tarsa would be the epicenter of a Blood Moon- where its effects were strongest and its monsters deadliest. William thought he was clever. He had tried to warn people, but few believed him. He settled instead on preparing himself for his experiments.
A number of reagents, blended together and boiled, produced a potion that he believed could inoculate someone to the madness of the Blood Moon. But then, the moonlight had come so much sooner than expected, and William discovered that he was not a brave enough man to step outside the safety of his dwelling and test his potion. Now, it was all he could do to watch from his room in the apothecaries’ tower, looking out the window at the city below, as chaos and destruction engulfed the land.
He shook in fear as he beheld giant beasts being birthed from the shadowed places between homes, What was I thinking?! That I could convince everyone?! That I would be safe enough to step outside?! William was a thin man, a little on the short side, and far from being the image of physical fitness. He was not at all qualified to face the horrors that surrounded him. All at once, his plan had gone from genius to profoundly stupid, and he was left wanting to curl up on the ground and wet himself. He had no food in his room, and the Blood Moon could well last long enough that he would starve if he didn’t leave. And of course, if he was wrong, and his potion didn’t work, then stepping out into the crimson moonlight could cause him to lose his mind.
No… No, I’ll just wait here for rescue. He went to lie down on his bed, but stopped, and grabbed his flintlock pistol, placing it on the nightstand, first. He lied down, on his back, with his hands on his chest. Only then did he notice that they were shaking terribly. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, willing himself to ignore the howling, screaming, and ethereal wind that flowed in through the window.
So focused was he on ignoring the sounds outside, that he did not notice the sound of claws penetrating the stone walls of the tower, climbing closer and closer. Not until the thing climbing had nearly reached his window. His heart practically stopped, and he quietly slipped out of bed, and grabbed his pistol. The stony clack, clack of the beast climbing was extremely close, but he could now discern that it was off to the side, a short distance away from his window.
Then it was quiet for a moment. They… they can’t come in unless they’re let in, right? The books said most of the creatures can’t come in! That’s why there’s several kinds that trick you into coming out or opening your door! They can’t come in!
For a brief moment, he felt something like relief. Then he heard snarling, and screaming from the room adjacent to his own. Furniture getting thrown and destroyed, and the sounds of a struggle, until all he heard was a monster feasting on meat, and a quiet hissing. The hissing accompanied a heat in his pants, and he looked down to see his brown trousers were host to a slowly spreading stain in the front. He grabbed himself, and forced his bladder to stop its release. Once he regained control of himself, he pulled his wet hand away, and inspected the damage. The piss stain was only slightly larger than his hand, and he didn’t think he had time to change, with the creature so close. No, he would have to tolerate the dampness for a while.
He hastily scooped all of his alchemical supplies into his satchel, slid his pistol into a pocket on the inside of his buttoned vest, and guzzled one of his inoculation potions. With as much silence as was possible in his terrified, panicked state, he fled from his room and down the stairs of the tower. Once he reached the bottom, and approached the threshold of the door, he hesitated. Would his potion truly protect him? Would he go insane after leaving the tower? The snarling up above reminded him that he had little choice in the matter, and he threw the door open.
Whether the potion worked or not, the sensation of being outside was alien and unpleasant. He could feel the moonlight, caressing his slightly dark skin, wrapping around him. He could hear it, too; a wind that moved slowly, but still howled. But, as he stood there, basking in the unholy glow, waiting to descend into madness, nothing happened. He was still himself, he was pretty sure.
He chanced another step, then another; carefully coercing his frightened legs to carry him further into the terrible night. He needed to find another shelter, preferably one with sturdier windows. Any time he heard a rustling, a voice, or footsteps, he froze in his tracks. The city was full of sound, and any thing he heard could be the last thing he heard. But he soldiered on, continuing his trek to anywhere else.
He heard movement around a corner, and slowly chanced a peek at the source. He saw a woman, walking and swaying like she was drunk, and clutching a large farming scythe. He knew she was not simply drunk, she had been driven mad. That scythe was meant for people like him, who ventured outside and didn’t lose their minds. He tiptoed by, keeping quiet. Down the street, he spotted a promising house, with strong walls and few windows. He tried the door, but found it locked. He gripped the doorknob and tried to shove and pull on it repeatedly, hoping to overwhelm the lock, but to no avail.
He rounded a corner, into an alley, hoping to get behind the house and find an unlocked door. He hopped a small fence into the back garden, and tried his luck with the door there. Locked, again. He cursed under his breath, and turned to seek out another house.
Only to bump into the blunt end of a scythe blade.
The madwoman was there, standing right behind him, grinning evilly. “Caught you… ” She said in a singsong voice.
William gasped in surprise as he hastily drew his pistol. His arms were shaking and inarticulate, and he mistimed his shot. The projectile impacted something behind the madwoman, who didn’t even flinch. She exhaled slowly, then swung her scythe in a wide arc, the blade passing right in front of William’s face. He screamed and fell down, landing on his rear.
He scrambled backwards, until his back was pressed flat against the locked door. The woman, swaying and giggling madly, took a step forward, raising her scythe. William heard the hissing again, and looked down to see the piss stain on his pants had grown wet again, and was expanding. The urine rushed downward, washing across his butt and forming a growing pool around him as he sat on the ground.
The madwoman’s giggling intensified as she looked at his fear-induced wetting. “Don’t be so scared,” She slurred out, “Soon you’ll get to dance in the moonlight… ”
She raised the scythe above her head. William felt tears in his eyes, and one or two rolling down his cheeks. Then suddenly, he fell backwards, into the space the door had blocked. Two powerful hands gripped his shoulders and pulled him inside, merely a second before the scythe cleaved the space his neck had been.
He was dragged inside, and the door was closed and locked, to the chagrin of the madwoman, who howled and banged on the door.
“Don’t worry, she can’t get in,” Said a woman with a boyish voice.
William finally looked up to see his rescuers. A swordswoman in a brown leather longcoat, and a very tall woman in a red dress. “Y-you two s-saved me… T-thank you,” He squeaked out in a quivering voice, smiling as the fear passed.
“We heard the gunshot and the screaming, and I figured you hadn’t lost your mind, yet,” The huntress woman said.
“Oh dear,” The tall woman began, “He’s wet himself. Shall I help him clean?”
William covered his soaked crotch with his hands, blushing hotly. While he was certainly not a romantic nor especially masculine, it still stung his pride quite a bit for these women to see his pissed pants.
Before he could answer, the huntress hurried out a response, “No! No… At least, not like you helped me, earlier.” She whispered something else to her friend, which William thought sounded like the words “He doesn’t need to know about that.”
“Very well, madam huntress,” The tall woman offered him her hand, and helped him to his feet. “There are facilities down the hallway for you to clean yourself, and I can clean your clothes for you.”
“Er, thank you,” William was confused by the strange pair, but at least neither of them was swinging a weapon at him. He wandered down the hall, finding a room with a long-cold bath drawn. Someone must’ve been planning on a relaxing night before the Blood Moon came. He left his stained clothes outside the door, and set about washing himself.
Much later, after William had calmed down from the attack, and he and his clothes had been thoroughly cleaned, he sat beside the fire in the living room, grateful for the warmth. Behind him, both women were silent. “Am I… interrupting something? Or are you just trying to keep an eye on me? Because I promise that I’m not one of them! I even made a potion to resist the madness!”
“A potion can do that?” The huntress, Sylvia, asked.
“It seems to have worked on me.”
Sylvia’s eyebrows raised in quiet acknowledgement of the achievement, “Impressive, but… We’re not watching you. I just… ”
“She does not know how to proceed,” The tall woman, Mary, explained. “I informed her that this Blood Moon will be without end, and she is distraught.”
William whirled around, “This Blood Moon- What?!”
“It has come to stay, sir alchemist.”
He stared at her, “How can you possibly know that?”
Mary looked to Sylvia, who was shaking her head, “I should not say. But my knowledge is correct. But sir alchemist, you say you have created a potion to resist the madness?”
“Ah, yes, I have,” He drew one of his extra vials of the bitter drink, showing the yellow-orange mixture to his companions.
“Oh! Wonderful!” Mary clapped her hands together, “Madam huntress, this creates new possibilities!”
“Such as?”
“If we can reach the cathedral at the heart of the city, then the Blood Moon need not last forever.”
The stoic huntress’ eyes lit up, “You mean that we can stop it?”
Mary nodded, “At the cathedral, if we free those there from the moonlight, without killing them, I believe we can return things to normal.”
“Is she… all right?” William asked Sylvia.
“Mary can be cryptic, but I think we can trust her,” The huntress stood, and stretched, “Besides, I’m a moonborn, I’ve wasted too much time in here. I might as well fight my way to the cathedral.”
“You’re-” William began, but thought better of his statement, “- the person who saved me. I’ll follow you.”
“It won’t be safe. That madwoman with the scythe will seem downright friendly when you see the other monsters out there.”
“I know, but… I need to help, somehow. I came here to test my potion, but if the Blood Moon never ends, then I can use it to help everyone prepare for the next one. I’m not strong, or very brave, but if I can help you, then I want to!”
Mary clapped her hands together again, “This is splendid news! I had worried that I would not find individuals who could save this place, but I have found two very brave souls.”
Sylvia thought for a moment, “All right, then. Let’s head for the cathedral.” |
Happy Halloween everyone! It's spooky time, and I decided to write a story based on my latest pic.
I haven't written a story in a long while, so hope you enjoy!
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Tick. Tick. Tick.
The clock had never sounded so loud before for Lakshmi when she decided to stay late at school to finish some homework. A few writing assignments, and a math test she was studying for occupied her time as the sun set outside the window. It was almost 20:00, and she and her math teacher were the only people left in the building, her teacher there to help her study as she tried to get ahead on her materials to open her weekend up for way more couch-laying time. Lakshmi's eyes were starting to bag, but she soon found herself on the last problem of her assignment.
"It's looking quite late Lakshmi, you reckon we call it a night?" the teacher turned to her while he packed up his materials in his bag.
"*Yawn* Yeah, I just finished," Lakshmi replied, cleaning up her study station.
"Well I'll see you tomorrow, have a good night," the teacher bid her farewell and went to his car. Lakshmi picked up the last of her notes and walked out of the school towards. She looked at her phone and saw that its battery had died, so she couldn't call her parents to pick her up. Thankfully, her home was only about a twenty minute walk away, and she lived in a relatively small town so walking was easy. She adjusted her backpack and walked into the night, whistling to herself.
Her school was built next to a stream, with a bicycle trail along its side leading straight past her house. She crossed the street, and trotted down the grass embankment towards the low-laying trail. As she bounded down the hill she remembered that she hadn't visited the bathroom in a while, so that became the first thing she would do when she made it home. She had thought about peeing by the stream, as there was nobody around, but she was a stickler to rules, and felt she could hold it until she made it home. On her route, she enjoyed the chirps of crickets. The sound of the creek was calming, though it did occasionally make her wince at her filling bladder.
"Nights here are so nice," she said to herself, "I can hear frogs, crickets, fish, crunching-"
Lakshmi froze at that last thought. "Crunching?" She was approaching an underpass, and she saw something moving in the shadows up ahead. She stepped forward to investigate when she heard the sound more clearly. It was very obviously the sound of crunching and tearing, like a something eating a deer. Her senses heightened, and the hairs on her arms stood up as she stepped back slowly. "Is that a coyote?" she wondered. "O-or a mountain lion?" Lakshmi wasn't going to stay around and find out, so she walked back up the embankment and crossed over the road that the trail cut under. Thankfully there were no cars at this hour, so she crossed quickly and clambered back down to the bike trail, looking behind her to the underpass she just went around.
Nothing.
The sound was gone, and there was no movement anymore. "Guess it ran away," she thought. But she was not prepared for what she was about to see when she turned back forward to her route. Standing on the bike trail was a creature two metres tall, the body of a spider with sharp claws, but a disturbing humanoid face with empty eye-sockets, a blood-curdling mouth, and hair of black fire, like something straight out of an internet creepypasta.
Lakshmi froze in shock, her knees knocking together.
"I-I....wha-..." she stammered, taking a deep swallow as she continued to process what she was looking at. And dangling from its mouth was not a deer, but a person, completely mangled and unrecognizable. Lakshmi took slow steps back, trembling. As stress and fear overtook her, a small spurt of pee escaped into her panties before she squeezed tight. Her stammering devolved into pitiful mumbles and crying. "O-oh God, wh-w-what are you-"
She was interrupted by a loud screech, followed by the creature lunging at her. Lakshmi screamed and ducked, just barely dodging the creature, before she sprinted up the embankment towards the maze of gas stations and convenient stores. The creature jumped up the embankment like it was nothing, and galloped towards her with death in its absent eyes. Lakshmi was not a very athletic person, so she had to duck and weave around cars and garbage cans before she found a convenient store she could hide in. The lights were off, but the door was left open, so she jumped inside to hide. Inside the store were short aisles of cheap beer and cigarettes, and the moon reflecting off the tile floor. Lakshmi panted and tried to catch her breath when she heard a crash from the other side of the building, followed by a low growl and the tapping of spiked feet. She carefully peaked through the aisle and saw the head of the tall creature searching for her, causing her to crouch back down.
"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod...." she muttered to herself, her legs shaking. Another spurt of pee shot into her panties, the faint smell rising from her crotch into the air. After a few seconds, the creature grunted, as if suddenly alert, and started skulking to her location. Lakshmi crawled around the isle, trying to find a place to escape. She had never been so terrified in her life, thinking "T-t-this thing is following my scent!" She crawled towards the back door of the store, which thankfully was also not locked, and she snuck outside while the creature continued to go wherever she just was.
Lakshmi stepped outside and shuddered. "What am I going to do!? I-I-I don't want to be eaten!" By now she had picked up a slight dance, desperate to pee, but that was not her primary concern. She paced back and forth trying to think of some way to knock the monster off her trail. Desperate from fear and a full bladder, she couldn't think straight, and her mind was filling with insane ideas. "Think, think, think Lakshmi!" she said to herself before she stopped and looked down at her clothes. She held the hem of her uniform blouse and let out a nervous sigh. "M-maybe I can make a decoy so the monster can attack it and I can run away..." She had had worse ideas in her life.
Blushing in embarrassment, she stripped off her skirt, blouse, and blazer, and dressed up a pile of trash bags. On the top she stacked a conveniently located jack-o-lantern to look like a head. All while she set up this crazy scheme she shivered and bounced on her legs as she heard sounds coming from inside the store. But just when she finished her ingenious decoy she turned around and saw she had no real escape route. The entire back yard of the store she was in was fenced off, and with nowhere to go she ducked behind a dumpster as the monster finally broke out of the store. Lakshmi peaked around and saw the monster investigate her decoy, not immediately attacking it.
"It's not fooled!" she worried under her breath, desperately hiding behind the dumpster. As the monster investigated the area, Lakshmi got more and more tense, more and more stressed, and more and more terrified. Her throat felt stiff and dry. Her knees were knocking hard enough to almost make a sound. And worst of all, her bladder was on the verge of bursting, contracting from the stressful conditions. She couldn't think of a worse position to be in, hiding behind a dumpster in her bra and damp panties. She held her breath, she held any sneeze she could possibly have, and she used all her mental will to hold her bladder. Her urethra was holding back an ocean, and one leak could alert the monster.
Almost in a taunting manner, the monster lifted up its claw, and sliced the pumpkin clean in two, leaving a grizzly fruity mess on the ground. Lakshmi imagined her head being sliced open like a pumpkin, and shuddered. Her body couldn't handle the stress anymore, and against all her will her urethra eased, and let loose a jet of pee into her underwear. She panicked and grasped her crotch, but fearing she would yell she clamped her mouth shut. Her legs tried to squeeze the stream closed, but a torrent formed as pee overflowed her panties and flowed down her legs, her puddle expanding right towards the monster, catching its attention.
Lakshmi was brought down to incoherently mumbling, tears flowing down her eyes, as the monster slowly climbed over the dumpster and faced her. She had nowhere to run to now.
BANG! BANG!
Two objects struck the monster, causing it to run away. Shivering, she turned to look at the source of the deafening sounds: a shotgun, and a man.
"What the hell are you doing here? And why are you like....that..." the man asked, pointing at Lakshmi's current immodest state.
Still trying to process what happened, and now absolutely mortified that she was in her underwear in front of a man, she ran back and grabbed her clothes to dress back up, apologizing to the man.
"You ok?" the man asked, finally bringing up the issue of Lakshmi's safety.
"Y-yeah...I-I think so," she stumbled, dressing back up and then running out of the store towards home, remaining vigilant all along the way. |
A sequel to my previous tale, Might is Merit! hardly any omo in this chapter (sorry lol) but more to come! I promise I won't wait months between updates this time XD
PROLOGUE:
Morning in Rivenwelle.
Tendrils of pink and lavender flecked through the navy sky, bringing the dawn to bear over the last vestiges of the night. The wind whistled gently as it rustled through the sea of scarlets, oranges and golds crowning each tree top, shaking the brittle leaves loose from their branches to flutter gently onto the vibrant forest floor. The castle town was still asleep, save for the farmers and countrymen wanting to take advantage of the wee hours before the sunrise to make preparations for the harvest.
Melina Malwick was among these early risers, already dressed in her alchemist’s apron over her tunic and trousers as she knelt in the grass a little ways away from the cabins. She was carefully plucking fallen leaves off the ground, pressing them into wax paper in her alchemist’s journal. Master Arwen had often spoken of there being a special energy to plant life that exists in the liminal space between life and death, and that such reagents made for potent tinctures. Of course, Melina had her own experience with ingredients that existed as extant forms of life, and the circumstances surrounding those may have seemed an order of magnitude more interesting than a bunch of dead leaves, but to Melina, it was all incredibly fascinating.
She pressed one more leaf between the pages of the small yellowing book before getting to her feet and slipping it into her satchel. She pulled her cloak a little tighter around her to stave off the autumn morning chill, Melina took a moment to watch as the sun finally crested the horizon, golden light spilling over the meadow and bathing it in its warm glow.
Sweeping an errant strand of blonde hair out of her eyes, she turned and made her way back to her cabin. Now that the sun had risen, it seemed many of her fellow alchemists had too, moving about the little grassy common area as they prepared for their own small excursions. The looks that followed her back to her own cabin made Melina glad of her recent habit of rising early; it had been a little over seven months since she’d returned from the Kh’raven compound, and after weeks of being plumbed with questions about her experience, Melina had begun looking for opportunities to steal a few precious hours of solitude for herself, mostly during mornings like this. Lucky for her, waking up before dawn to attend to her chores for the Kh’raven had effectively quashed her tendency to oversleep, so it was quite fortuitous.
“Oi, Mel!” Called a voice from behind her. Melina turned to see Ewand hurrying up to her, making her groan inwardly. She liked the young man well enough, but ever since he and Priscilla had begun seeing each other, Melina had been trying to keepher distance, fearful of her initial feelings of jealousy becoming a pall on their relationship. She was happy for her best friend getting the man of her dreams, of course, but it wasn’t as though Melina could simply forget the similar feelings she’d had for the lovely brunette alchemist. Of course, after her brief but memorable kiss with a certain blind orcess, Melina had elected to keep those feelings to herself, lest she simple create a confusing situation for all parties involved.
Still, she turned, waiting patiently for Ewand to catch up. “Morning, Ewand…” She murmured. “You’re up early…”
The man chuckled, rubbing a burly arm. “I could say the same for you… been up before all of us lately…”
Melina kept her face impassive. “Morning’s when it’s quiet, good time to think.” She replied evenly.
Ewand nodded, but Melina could see a tension on his face, and she already knew what he was going to ask before he even asked.
“So, erm…” He began, his eyes drifting to avoid looking the awkward situation dead on. “I don’t want to meddle in things, but, Pris told me she’s been feeling like you’re...I dunno, avoiding her…”
His eyes flicked back to Melina’s face to gauge her reaction, but her expression remained neutral as she waited for him to continue.
Receiving no response, Ewand swallowed and pressed on. “I told her she was being barmy, but...I dunno, she seems convinced that there’s something off with you two…”
Melina leveled her gaze at the man, a million responses flying through her head. She took a deep breath, folding her arms. “Thank you, for your concern, Ewand… but everything is fine. I’ve simply been busy applying all the knowledge we’ve gained under master Arwen, as is our purpose for being here, yes?” She asked, looking the young man square in the eye.
He swallowed, but he nodded. “...Sure, but-”
“I’ll talk to Pris, okay? Don’t you worry about it.” Melina cut him off, offering what she hoped was a reassuring smile. “Don’t forget, she was mine before she was yours.” She added with a bit of a smirk, earning herself a chuckle from the lad.
“Right, right, yeah...you probably know her even better than I do…”
“And don’t forget it.” Melina replied, her smile persisting.
Seemingly convinced, Ewand nodded, offering a smile of his own. “Thanks, Mel… she means a lot to me, and I know you mean a lot to her, so…”
Melina’s smile strained a bit at this, but she managed to keep it even. “Don’t worry, we’ll get it sorted... you’ll both be back to snogging before you know it.”
Ewand chuckled again, clapping Melina on the shoulder before nodding and moving on past her.
Melina watched him go, forcing herself to hold the smile until he’d disappeared around the bend.
As soon as he was out of eyeshot, she let out a great sigh, trudging the rest of the way to her cabin.
She pulled open the door, dropping her satchel onto her bed as she removed her cloak and apron and hung them both up next to the mirror near her bed. She couldn’t help but take a quick glance at her appearance; she’d grown nearly an inch in the last half a year, with her face thinning somewhat as it lost even more of its childish roundness. Her form had filled out, too, with her broader hips and bust giving her body a more womanly figure than previously...such a change was strange for one as old as her, but she’d be remiss to say she was displeased with it.
Finally, she took a seat at her desk, pulling her satchel towards her to begin the drying process on the leaves. As she fished out her journal, her eyes fell upon a folded up piece of parchment that had remained in the exact same spot on her desk for the last few weeks. She pursed her lips, setting her journal down and pulling the parchment towards her. The material was folded and well-lined with seams from where Melina had folded and unfolded it, having read the message quite a few times.
It was an invitation, to visit the Kh’raven compound and embark with them on some sort of journey, though to where, Melina was unsure. The letter was fairly vague, giving only somewhat confusing directions to the orc compound and the information that whatever journey they referred to was to happen in autumn… orcs were obviously not known for being particularly articulate.
She’d be lying if she said a small part of her hadn’t been tempted; the orcs were an incredibly fascinating people, even with the limited knowledge Melina had gathered during her week of servitude, and plus, she sorely missed Orla... and she couldn’t say she’d gotten all the way back to normal in Man’s Country, as evidenced by her distantness no longer escaping her fellows’ notice...
But her life and her work were here, and despite her growing genuinely fond of some of them, orcs were a difficult race to live with as an outsider.
With another sigh, Melina refolded the letter and slid it back to its spot at the corner of her desk, but before she could so much as open her journal, there came a knock at the door.
Groaning slightly, she got to her feet and ambled over to the door. “If this is you again, Ew, I already told you I’ll talk to Pris myself, and you’d better stop a-”
She opened the door to reveal not Ewand, but Master Arwen, his mismatched eyes alive with excitement. “Ah, Melina dear...it seems you have a visitor.”
Melina blinked. A visitor? She’d already been summoned to the castle to recount her experience with the orcs, and everyone she knew was already in the village, who could’ve possibly been coming to see her?
Stepping outside, she saw a small crowd of the alchemist students gathering near the edge of the pitch; whomever had showed up, they must’ve been quite a sight.
Melina made her way to the edge of the throng, craning her head to get a look at whomever had appeared, and her eyes widened.
Standing there, right in front of last night’s fire, were Khamina and Orla. Both were dressed similarly to how Melina remembered… Orla was clad in her simple dress and apron, similar to how many of the girls in the alchemist’ village were, and she was currently clutching Khamina’s arm to help guide her through the foreign environs. Khamina was dressed in her traditional roughspun tunic, long loincloths, leather boots, and all manner of jewelry made from colorful stones. Orla had a thin cloak around her shoulders, Melina noticed, and her hair had grown longer, with her single braid extending down her back almost to her posterior.
Khamina glanced around the collection of humans with gruff trepidation, while the latter appeared quite curious at the sounds of whispering around her. Both looked quite tense, but Melina imagined being a pair of orcs in a human settlement, that wasn’t surprising.
“Orla? Captain Khamina?” Melina called as she gently pushed through the crowd towards the two orcs. They both looked up as their names were called, breaking out into a twin set of grins.
“Melina? Is that you!?” Orla called, hurrying forward. The alchemists parted a wide berth around the advancing orcess as she followed Melina’s voice. Despite her surprise, Melina was unable to suppress a smile as the two embraced… she really had missed Orla, and it was also hard to ignore how much the orcish alchemist smelled of cinnamon and wildflowers… uncharacteristically pleasant for an orc, just as always.
“Ahaha, man-cub!” Khamina bellowed a grin curling back over her monstrous tusks. She strode over to clap Melina’s back with enough force to nearly send the girl sprawling into the grass. “Yeh look good… put a little meat on yer bones too, eh?” She smirked, snaking a hand down to teasingly poke at Melina’s developed rear.
The other alchemists watched in awe as their fellow greeted the two looming creatures like long-lost friends. Ewand and Priscilla were among them, the latter's eyes focused on Orla.
"Wow..." She murmured. "I didn't know Orcs could be so..."
"-Small?" Ewand murmured, his eyes also on Orla."
"...Pretty." Priscilla finished, watching Melina and Orla embrace.
As the trio reveled in their reunion, Master Arwen strode forward. “Ah! Pardon me, ma’ams, but, you two must certainly be members of the Kh’raven tribe of orcs that lives in yonder wood?”
Khamina glanced over Melina’s head at the old man, raising an eyebrow. “Aye, that be so, old-timer… what are yeh, her grandfather?”
Arwen chuckled at this, though his eyes still roved over the pair with unabashed curiosity. “Oh, nothing like that, merely her teacher and caretaker for as long as she’s under my tutelage…”
“Oh! You must be Master Arwen!” Orla piped up, smiling in the man’s direction. She felt her way over to the old man, reaching out to grasp his hand. “Melina spoke quite highly of you and your teachings… I was quite jealous!”
Arwen shook the taller orc girl’s hand, blinking. “Ah, pardon me, my dear, but… jealous?” He murmured, turning to Melina for explanation, who only smiled.
“Orla here is an alchemist too.” She explained.
At this, Arwen’s eyes widened with interest. “Is she really? An orcish alchemist, of all things! Oh I have many questions for you, my dear, many *many* questions! I simply *must* know how the applications of limewort for orcish secretions differs from-”
“Oi.” Khamina cut in, watching as Orla’s grin got wider and wider with the man’s questioning. “I’m sure you two spoon-wagglers could spend th’ whole day talkin’ about yer spoon-wagglin’, but we got business with little Melina here.” She murmured, her voice sounding impatient as she leveled her gaze at Melina. “Yeh got somewhere we can talk?”
Arwen swallowed, clearing his throat sheepishly. “Ah, my apologies, erm… Melina, go right ahead dear…”
Melina nodded at her mentor before looking at the orcs. “Come on, we can use my cabin…” she murmured, turning and beckoning them to follow her.
The rest of the class watched as Melina led the two foreigners to her cabin, hurrying after her with a quickness of step; whatever they wanted to discuss, it must’ve been important.
As the three approached the door, Melina pulled it open, stepping aside to allow the two orcs to enter. Khamina had to duck a little under the frame, looking almost comically large standing in the little room. She propped her battle axe up against the wall, bending at the knee a bit before turning back around to appraise the room.
“This where yeh live? No wonder you humans are so small, yeh all live in bloody broom closets…” she huffed.
Melina merely rolled her eyes with a chuckle, turning back to Orla. “So, not that it isn’t great to see you both, but, erm… why are you here? …if this is about that invitation…”
Orla nodded emphatically, her smile returning. “It is!” She chirped. “We had not gotten a response, and I figured the directions we left might’ve been a bit hard to decipher… I had to relay them by voice, and, well… the Kh’raven aren’t known for their skills with a quill…” she chuckled.
Melina pursed her lips. “Orla, I can’t just drop everything to go on some journey with the Kh’raven, I have a life, I have responsibilities…”
At this, Khamina snorted. “Like what, mixing yer little potions? Dreamin’ too little, man cub…”
Melina huffed. “I’ll have you know those ‘potions’ will change the course of my village, and all villages, down the line.”
Khamina rolled her eyes. “Whatever. All I know is if I were a guest of honor, I’d at least have responded t’ the damn invitation…”
Melina blinked, looking at Orla. “Guest of… what?” She repeated, now thoroughly confused.
Orla frowned. “You were invited to be a guest of the Chief’s at the Contest of Containment, didn’t you read the letter?”
“Wh-I-that letter said nothing about being a guest of the Chief!” Melina protested, looking between the two of them.
Orla frowned again, looking towards Khamina and back at Melina. “I told Khamina to write that the octennial Orcish Contest of Containment was being held, and as someone who’d bested a chief in ritual bladder combat, you were invited as an esteemed guest to witness the origins of such a match, and fellowship with other non-orcs who’ve achieved similarly impressive feats.”
Melina blinked, moving over to snatch the letter off the table and open it.
“‘Kh’raven going on trip, Chief says you are invited’.” Melina read, looking back up at Orla, who then turned to glare in the direction of Khamina, who shrugged.
“What? That’s basically the same as what I wrote…”
Orla huffed, turning back to Melina. “Well, I see now why you might not have seen this invitation as being something of consequence, but, the Contest of Containment is one of the most important cornerstones of orcish pride...not just for the Kh’raven, but *all* orcish tribes.”
Melina blinked. “Wha- ‘all’? There are other tribes?”
At this, Khamina actually laughed… a deep, booming laugh that seemed to shake the walls of Melina’s cabin.
“Course there are… what, yeh thought humans were the only sort to pillage and pilfer new lands? Orcs wrote the book on conquest, man-cub.”
Orla huffed again. “Crass as the good Captain’s description may be, she’s right. There are three other tribes in this region alone, and four more across the sea, developing in ways incredibly different from the Kh’raven. In fact, we’re spread so far apart, the Contest is the only time we even see each other.”
Melina took in the new information silently, her mind racing. The adventurous alchemist in her would kill for the chance to observe whole new species of orcs up close, but trepidation still held her heart. She was still merely human, and it was likely the other tribes would not have the Kh’raven’s relatively civility...or restraint. But 8 years was a long time...what if she was unable to get such a chance again?
“Can I...have a little bit to think about it?”
Orla nodded gently. “Of course, but, erm...you should know...The Chief was adamant about us getting a response from you, and told us not to return until you’d given your answer which means-”
“Which means we’re bunkin’ with you, man-cub.” Khamina cackled from her post near the door, arms and legs both crossed as she leaned against the door, leering at Melina. “And speakin’ of...where d’you humans go for a piss, cause I been savin’ up for a couple days and I could really lift leg, yeh know?”
Melina swallowed, looking towards her bed and the chamber pot at the foot of it. “Erm...Normally I go in there, and then I empty it out at the end of every-”
Khamina wasn’t listening, striding over to the pot and hefting the iron cauldron with one hand. It looked almost comically puny in her large green fist as she tugged down on her trousers with the other, exposing a rather swollen jade abdomen and a twinkling orcish mound framed by a shock of dark, curly hair without so much as a blush. She deftly slipped the pot between her legs, and immediately a gout of dark frothing piss jetted out from her into the pot with the force of thunderstorm rain on a metal roof. Khamina’s shoulders sagged as she poured herself into the receptacle, though it was filling dangerously fast with the output of her cavernous orcish bladder.
“H-hey, wait, don’t fill it up!” Melina huffed, striding over to the orc as Orla subtly squeezed her thighs together at the sound. “It has to last all day!”
Khamina frowned, looking up at Melina before grimacing and slowly pulling back on her flow. “Fuck, an’ I barely even got started…” She muttered, looking down at her piss swirling around in the now little over half full pot before setting it down.
Melina ran a hand through her hair; her room was clearly not built for orcs, but...it wasn’t as though she could put them anywhere else, especially if they were given express orders not to return without her answer…
Just then, another knock at the door.
“Euna above…” Melina groaned to herself, hurrying to the door and opening it to reveal Master Arwen.
“Ah, Melina dear...my apologies, but, erm...might I have a word?” He murmured, his eyes drifting past his student to the room’s other occupants.
Melina turned to look at them, wary of leaving two orcs alone in her room, even if one of them was blind… though Orla seemed to sense her hesitation.
“Go on, Melina, I’ll make sure the Captain behaves…” Orla murmured, a smile coming to her lips.
Melina was still skeptical, but that would have to suffice for now. “Be back in a moment…” She murmured, shutting the door behind her and missing how Orla’s sightless gaze began trailing wistfully towards the pot…
~~~
There was a mass of scuffling as soon as Arwen and Melina exited the cabin, and the both of them were treated to the sight of who were doing a rather poor job of pretending they hadn’t been eavesdropping. Arwen led Melina away from the cabin and the rest of the students, over towards the village gate.
As soon as they had reached relative solitude, the wizened alchemist turned towards his student, his serious visage immediately dissolving into one of wonder. “I...couldn’t help but overhear, you were extended an invitation to attend the Contest of Containment?” He whispered excitedly.
Melina blinked. “You’ve...heard of it?”
“Only rumors and stories…” The man murmured, stroking his beard. “Little is known about the intricacies of Orcish culture, even among learned scholars such as myself. The only thing that is known for sure is that the island its hosted on is home to reagents so rare and fantastical, it would be like a whole new world of alchemy was opened up to anyone who was able to visit and collect samples…Vitherium, yggraroot, Heaven’s Dew...why, Melina, you could craft concoctions that could surely even attract the attention of the Crown itself! Think of the discovery!”
Melina’s eyes widened...most of those reagents she’d only ever read about in Codexes penned by the most well-traveled of alchemists, though the locations were always mysteriously absent from their accounts. To be able to see them for herself… and in the relative safety of the Kh’raven, she assumed…
She bit her lip, clearly wrestling. “So...you think I should go?”
Master Arwen reached out, placing his gnarled hands on the girl’s shoulders as he gazed into her eyes. “I think, Melina, that there’s only so much I can teach you...such a sojourn is the lot of any great alchemist, and you are, without a doubt, a great alchemist. Such an opportunity is precious...I’d advise you to take a close look at it, at the very least.”
~~~~
Melina returned to her cabin, opening the door just in time to see Khamina and Orla in the middle of an argument.
“-my turn to pee, you already filled it halfway! I haven’t even gone yet!”
“And I could fill it three times over! I already broke the seal!”
“Melina said we had to make it last! You already got some relief, I haven’t had a chance to-”
Melina cleared her throat, getting both Orcs attention as stopped mid-argument to peer at her.
“...I accept.” She murmured, looking at the both of them. “I’ll attend the Contest of Champions.”
TO BE CONTINUED….. |
CHAPTER 1:
THE CHAMPION RETURNS
Over the next couple days, Melina busies herself with preparations to make the trip back to the compound, and beyond to whatever destination the Contest was to be held at. Khamina had wanted to leave as soon as she had accepted (“Yeh already got clothes on yer back, what more d’you need?”) but Melina managed to convince her she needed time to get her affairs in order… after all, if what Master Arwen said was true, the Contest could go on for days, or even weeks. According to Orla, she was to pack light, breathable clothing... an odd ask, considering it was the middle of autumn, but the young alchemist acquiesced; after all, she knew next to nothing about where they were going, so, best to trust whomever had the experience.
The rest of the alchemists had more or less gone back to their normal tasks, though that didn’t keep them all from stopping what they were doing to gawk at Khamina as she cut down whole trees with but a couple swings of her axe, carrying back a whole stack of firewood on one shoulder. It was a miracle and a half that news of the two orcs in the human town hadn’t reached the castle proper, even with herself and Arwen swearing all the alchemist students to absolute secrecy. It was for this reason that Melina moved quickly, knowing that the sooner she and the orcs were gone, the better.
Orla kept to the cabin mostly; without the intimate knowledge of her surroundings like she had back at the Kh’raven compound, she felt well and truly blind. This proved quite a disadvantage when it came to trying to share the chamber pot with a greedy Khamina, who’d been all but hogging their one source of relief as the sun rose on the day they were to depart.
“P-please, Captain…” Orla groaned, pressing a hand hard against her nethers as Khamina cackled, undoing her trousers.
“What?” Khamina huffed, cupping the pot in one hand as she tugged her trousers down with the other. “We played rock parchment shears just like yeh asked, and yeh lost evey time.” She murmured coolly, bringing the pot underneath her verdant mons. “I even let yeh have best 5 out of 7… nnnhaahh, that hits the spot…” She sighed as she let her piss trickle into the pewter receptacle with a great sigh.
Orla bit her lip, bouncing gently in her chair as the sound of liquid hitting metal tormented her ears. “B-but how could you have won every time? I can’t see what you’re throwing, s-so, so you could’ve been cheating!”
Khamina had closed her eyes, savoring her relief. “Or, yer just terrible at the game, milkweed…” She sniggered. “Now pipe down, mama’s tryna concentrate…”
The stream grew louder, and Orla’s bouncing grew more erratic as her bladder throbbed in response to the maddening sound. “W-well at least leave me some room, I still haven’t gone since we-”
Just then, the door swung open, and in strode Melina, casting the pair a glance as she set a wicker basket down on her desk. She’d since gotten used to walking in on Khamina relieving herself...though she’d made them promise to limit their relief to just a few spurts at time, she still found herself having to take the pot to be emptied multiple times a day to keep up with the orcish output. She never saw Orla doing it, though, but she just figured the meeker orc was more sensitive to social grace than her crass contemporary.
“Oi, remember to pinch it off, Khamina, I’m not going to be able to empty it till later today…Khamina?”
But the Captain wasn’t listening, her eyes shut in bliss as she drained herself into the quickly filling pot. “Nn... sorry, man-cub, but I ain’t been half-way empty since I got here, and I gotta be prepared for when we get home…”
Melina’s eyes widened as the sound of liquid on liquid began to get higher pitched. “What do you m- stop, stop!” She cried, flailing her arms at the orc to get her to stop before she overflowed the pot. Khamina grunted in annoyance, but she did as she was told, pulling back on her stream right as her pee reached the upper lip of the pot. She stepped back from it, snorting gently as she pulled her trousers back up.
Melina huffed, staring down at the pot full of acrid orc urine now fermenting her entire cabin. “I told you to stop…” She grumbled, fetching a rag to wipe up the droplets Khamina had spilled.
“And I told you I didn’t wanna.” Khamina grunted, shrugging. “Be grateful I didn’t make a mess, I could’ve flooded this place if I wanted to.”
Melina shot her a glare, but she knew better than to argue with the obstinate orc. “Well, at least move it out of the center of the room…” She muttered. “And don’t get any more on my floor.”
Khamina grumbles something about “humans not telling her what to do”, but she still does as asked, hefting the pot and pulling it out of the way, past a still squirming and obviously bursting Orla who, in all her deferential demurity, was trying not to make a fuss whilst her host was getting the last of her things together.
Melina tossed her journal into the bulging knapsack on her bed before turning around to take stock of her preparations. She had her cloak laid out neatly on her bed next to a traveling bag containing clothes, shoes and a wide brimmed hat for any excess sun, plus another smaller satchel filled with a few alchemy tomes she thought she might need, plus whatever field equipment she thought she could safely fit in there.
“...Well…” She murmured. “I...guess that’s everything…just need to grab another inkwell from Master Arwen and we’ll be on our way.” She told the pair as she strode towards the door. However, when she went to open it, she’d find someone already standing there, hand up as if about to knock.
“...Pris?” Melina murmured, eyes slightly widened with surprise as she saw her erstwhile best friend standing on her stoop. She carefully closed the door behind her, stepping farther out onto the grass. Hazel eyes met blue ones as the two young women stared at each other, having not been in such direct contact in a long while.
“...Oh, good…” Priscilla murmured, offering a small, awkward smile. “I, er...I wanted to catch you before you left, um…” She dug in the pack she had slung over her shoulder, fishing out her own handworn mortar and pestle.
“I don’t know how long you’ll be gone, but, I wanted you to take this...y’know, in case yours breaks…”
Melina looked down at the little tool in the woman’s hands, before looking back up at her. Slowly, she took the mortar, nodding. “Thank you…” She said, her voice even and neat...careful.
Priscilla nodded as well, eyes still on Melina, though one could tell there was more she wanted to say. “Hey, Mel, listen...I-”
Just then, the door behind the pair swung open.
“Nng...M-Melina…” Orla stammered, leaning against the door frame with one leg bent over the over and her fists clenched by her side. “I-I’m sorry, but, is there anywhere else I can pee? I don’t- nn, I don’t think I can wait for the pot to be emptied…”
Priscilla cleared her throat, and Orla’s eyes widened as she realized there was someone else there. “O-Oh, I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t realise- I didn’t know that- please excuse me…” Orla stammered, her cheeks coloring a dark green.
Melina was quick to jump in. “Er, Pris, this is Orla, she... helped me get back home.” She murmured, choosing her words carefully with Khamina right around the corner. “Orla, this is Priscilla.”
Orla’s body was still cocked haphazardly, and her thighs still rubbed together as she forced herself to smile and extend her hand. “Oh! Priscilla… Melina told me so much about you when she was staying with us…”
“You mean when your Chief was holding her captive?” Priscilla reponds, her gaze lingering on the orc woman as she took her hand.
Orla’s smile falters, and Melina quickly clears her throat. “Pris…” She murmured, a bit of warning in her voice.
The girl ignored Melina, her gaze still locked on Orla. “Two weeks...two weeks where I didn’t know if my best friend was alive or not, and then two of you just waltz into our home and expect her to leave with you?”
“Pris.” Melina says, now glaring the chestnut-skinned woman down. “That’s enough. Orla, go on back inside, I’ll be in in a little bit...”
Orla nodded, still very much wanting to pee but wanting to avoid Priscilla’s scathing words even more. Casting one more apologetic look towards the pair, she ambled back into the cabin to suffer in silence until Melina had returned.
Melina waited a moment before turning back to Priscilla, her face hard. “...What the hell was that?”
Priscilla scowled, crossing her arms and averting her gaze. “I just don’t understand why you would willingly go cavorting off with the creatures who kidnapped you… you had to trick them just to get back, now you want to travel with them?”
Melina crossed her arms. “I told you, things didn’t stay that way. The Kh’raven aren’t evil, they’re just different. And Orla is even more different still...she’s the reason I got home. She’s my friend.”
“So am I.” Priscilla retorted, now glaring her friend down. “I thought you were dead, Mel… Do you know how it was for me? How I couldn’t sleep, I could hardly eat?”
Melina pressed the end of her tongue against her cheek, hands on her hips. “So what would you bid me do, then? Not embark on a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity because you’re afraid?”
“Of what could happen to you? Yes, I am!” Priscilla huffed back.
Melina set her jaw. “Still doesn’t give you any right to be unkind to Orla like that. If you’ve got a problem with me, have it with me. Leave her out of it.”
Priscilla eyes roving over Melina’s face, her lips trembling before she dropped her gaze, swallowing hard.
“Mel, I was so scared I’d lost you forever...and then you got back, and-and you’d barely even speak to me…now you’re running off, and leaving me again, and I know it’s your life, and I know things change, I just…”
When she looked up again, her eyes were wet. “...Please be careful..”
Melina nodded, swaying on the spot before taking a step forward and embracing the girl for the first time since she’d returned. “I will, I promise…”
Priscilla reciprocated almost immediately, a single tear running down her cheek. “I love you, Mel…” She whispered.
Despite Melina knowing full well what Priscilla meant, she couldn’t help the thrill that ran up her back at her words. “...Love you too, Pris…” she replied quietly.
The two stood like that for a moment longer before the door swung open behind them again, this time revealing Khamina.
“Oi, man-cub. This is touchin’ an’ all, but we gotta get on the road...and fast, Orla’s liable t’ burst any moment now…” She murmured, smirking at the whine of protest from within the cabin.
Melina swallowed, pulling back from Priscilla, her own eyes a bit misty. “I’ll tell you all about it when I get back, I promise…” She murmured, smiling.
Priscilla sniffled, wiping her eyes, but she smiled too, nodding at her friend before looking up at Khamina. “You look after her…” she told the orc, who only snorted in response.
“I ain’t finna let her get hurt, cutie. Now, come on, man-cub, we’re burnin’ daylight.”
~~
After a few last minute preparations, including tossing Khamina’s still-warm piss out into the grass and letting Orla finally drain herself into the now empty pot with a guttural sigh- though still only partway, Melina noticed-, the trio was seen off by the rest of the alchemists and Master Arwen. Khamina had insisted on taking Melina’s largest bags (“you’ll just slow us down carryin’ these”) in one hand and her battle-axe in the other, leaving Melina’s hands free for her own pack and a small gladius her Master had given her.
“Just in case things get dicey.” He’d told her while handing her the shortsword. “Now...Farewell and safe journey, young Melina!” The elderly man called as they started off down the path towards the forest.
Melina gave her fellow cabin-mates a wave, giving her home one last smile before turning towards the forest.
Orla, looking extremely relieved now, had elected to hold onto Melina’s arm as they walked, following Khamina’s lead as they entered the leafy undergrowth.
They walked in relative silence for a short while before Melina turned to Orla. “Oh, er...sorry about Pris, by the way…” She murmured. “She’s normally quite friendly…”
Orla shook her head, holding up a hand. “There’s no need… she was scared for her best friend, I understand her feelings...She just really cares about you.” She murmured, smiling gently.
Melina couldn’t help but smile herself, taken in by Orla’s warm optimism. “Yeah, guess I’m lucky...got two lovely lasses looking out for me…”
Orla giggled, her cheeks coloring somewhat, prompting a groan from Khamina. “Oy, would you two cut it out? All that sweetsap’s gonna make me hurl…” She muttered as she took a swig from her water skin before handing it back to Orla, who took it without a word and did the same.
Melina took notice of this exchanged, briefly wondering why she wasn’t offered any before taking a moment to look around. It was far different than the last time she’d been down this path; the forest floor was littered with fallen leaves, a sea of gold and vermillion and orange stretching as far as the eye could see. The quiet *shuff, shuff* of their feet through the brush was the most audible sound, stronger than even the errants gusts sweeping through the canopy to carry even more leaves down to their resting places on the mossy ground.
“I love this time of year…” Orla sighed, still smiling. “The scent of the falling leaves, chilly winds...and our bonfires are so lovely...it’s a shame things’ll be different this year…”
Melina frowns, looking at the orcess. “Will they? Why?”
“The place where the contest is held, it’s on an island sacred to orcs.” Orla replied. “Many believe it even has mystical properties. For one, autumn can’t reach it; It’s always warm. That’s why they hold the Contest there...no added cold to work its magic on an orcish bladder and influence the outcome of a match.” She added with a gentle cheekiness.
Melina blinked, fascinated by such a place. “And...the Contest has always been held there?”
“For as long as I can remember…” Orla murmured. “Though, that’s not saying much...it’s only happened once before in my lifetime, and I was quite little...I stayed behind with my father while my mother and the rest of the women made their way to the island…”
Melina frowned. “Your mother? Wait, is it...only women who go?” She asked, her heart giving a little flutter as she imagined an endless tide of desperate orc women.
Orla nodded. “Always has been. It’s the whole reason for the Endurance Matches, in fact; while the male chiefs of the orc tribes measure their strength in blood and battle...the Contest of Containment is a chance for the women to exhibit a similar strength.” She explained, taking another swig from the skin before handing it back to Khamina, who did the same.
Melina couldn’t help but think this sounded a bit...exclusionary, but the idea of buxom orcs descending from all over the land to willingly cork up their bladders all in the name of tradition and pride was enough to make her overlook such a detail.
“So, Khamina…” She called ahead to their guide. “How is Malash?” She asked, a bit of a suggestive grin splitting her features.
To her surprise, Khamina only snorted. “Who, that spit-fister?” She grumbled. “I thought she was a pain in my ass before she got made a Captain...been muscling in on my scouting parties, claimin’ the Chief wanted her to get more ‘field time at the helm’...She’ll just come trouncin’ in in the middle of my briefs, with that aggravating little grin of hers tellin’ me she’s been assigned as leader of me troupe for the night.” She growled. “And when I try t’ protest, she’ll just flex one of those fuckin’ bulgy biceps n’ tell me I’m more than welcome to wrestle her for it.”
She paused, her scowl persisting as she slowly, gently bit her lips. “Stupid, uppity little...Gods, I love her…” She breathed.
Both Melina and Orla shared a knowing grin, stifling chuckles. “So, you two have gotten pretty close, then?” Melina teases.
Khamina snorts again. “Sorta, I guess...Chief’s a lot more lax about lewd shit since you left, humie, but it’s not like we can drop trou and start fuckin’ right on the pitch…”
Melina blinked, surprised that that was even a consideration. “How...unfortunate…”
Khamina shrugs. “Is what it is. Just makes it that much more fun when she comes back from patrol…” She croons lustily.
Melina only chuckled again, turning back to Orla. “So, that’s happening...anything other significant changes?”
Orla turned to her, an unreadable expression on her face. “...You’ll see…” she murmured, in classic cryptic Orla fashion.
Melina felt a strange sense of foreboding from Orla’s words, but she didn’t press the issue… it’s not like she could turn back now, anyways.
The trio walked for the better part of a half hour, with Khamina striding forth with sureness of foot and Melina doing her best to both keep the Orc captain in sight and not leave Orla behind. They only ever stopped once, for Khamina to refill her giant waterskin, drain half of it down her gullet, and fill it again, only to hand it to Orla. Melina continued to peer between the two, confused as to why they were filling themselves with water despite their earlier fighting over her chamber pot, but she abstained from prying.
“Oi, you two, step it up.” Khamina barked over her shoulder after nearly fifteen more minutes. “Caravan’s leavin’ at dusk, and it ain’t waitin’ for you two leadfoots, so get a move on!”
Melina did her best to do as she was asked, grasping Orla’s hand and pulling her along as quickly as she thought was safe.
The sun made its autumnally abbreviated trip across the sky, and by the time Melina could make out the telltale palisades of the Kh’raven camp, it was already nearing the western horizon, causing the forest to be suffused with the reddish burn of late afternoon. Both Khamina and Orla had finished off the water skins, and both looked a bit more tense and short of step as they reached the large wooden gates.
It was strange...they’d filled Melina with terror the first time she’d seen them, and now, wreathed by the autumn leaves, there was only wonder and curiosity. Time really *did* have a way of changing perspective.
Khamina approached the gate, shouting up to the parapet guards in Orcish, just as she’d done the first time Melina had come here.
One of the guards shouted back a response, and after a beat of silence, the great gates slid open with a groan, opening the path to the rest of the encampment.
The first thing Melina noticed as they entered is that there were significantly more Orcs than last she’d been here...some tiny ones, running around and chasing eachother, playing and laughing...Children. Melina had never seen orc children before, they were quite cute...but further on, she saw some hulking figures attending to various chores.
With a gulp, Melina realized these must be the men.
If the female orcs were tall, the men were downright gargantuan. There wasn’t a single one under 7 feet tall, with broad, bare, green chests smattered with hair so thick they didn’t need clothing up top. Their legs were the size of tree trunks and easily as thick around, bulging with muscles underneath trousers of various animal hides. Their boots were leather, looking to be even sturdier than those the women wore, adorned with buckles and tassels and all manner of almost ironic frippery. Each arm bore muscles as big as Melina’s head, rippling aggressively under veiny green skin as they hoisted whole felled trees about like they were water pails.
Melina couldn’t help but stare as she passed by the jade behemoths. A couple turned to her, beady little eyes peering at her with an almost savage curiosity, though Melina’s eyes were drawn mostly to the monstrous tusks jutting out of their square jaws, each one as long as a dinner knife and twice as thick. Their hairstyles seemed similar to the women’s, with the most common being a long, running braid connected to a full scalp of hair, or a single pony tail jutting up from an otherwise bald cranium.
Amongst them, even Khamina looked somewhat puny. They didn’t say anything as the trio passed by, but Melina heard a few deep, throaty mutters in Orcish, followed by booming laughter.
At the other end of the pitch stood a crowd Melina was more familiar with...it was mostly women, and even from here she recognized a few of them...Ghora, Ognild, Mazog, Kasha, and a host of others.
Standing apart from them were two more orcs. The one closest to the group, just as regal and lovely as the last time Melina had seen her, was Chief Urza. She was clad in her own trousers, with a ceremonial loincloth draped over it that very nicely hid her...extra endowment. She wore a tunic, with her Chief’s necklace draped over her expansive bosom, a spear in one hand and the other on her hip. Next to her, standing nearly a full head taller, was who Melina assumed had to be her husband.
He was easily the biggest orc in the camp, clad only in trousers and roughhewn loincloth like his wife. On his left arm was a steel gauntlet connected to a pauldron, in a shape that looked so outlandish it had to have been custom made. Each of his pointy ears was pierced with three gold rings, and there were gold bands round each of his tusks, as well. He looked up as Orla, Khamina and Melina approached, causing Urza and the rest of the assembled orcish women to turn as well.
Melina felt her knees knock as she met the burly orc-Chief’s gaze, which she quickly averted.
Khamina strode right up to the two Orcish Monarchs, thumping a hand across her chest. “Chief Agroth…” She murmured. “Chieftess Urza…”
Agroth snorted, steam billowing from his nostrils as he nodded. His gaze shifted back to Melina, now standing somewhat behind Khamina. “Is this the one?” He muttered in a deep, resonant baritone that Melina could feel in her chest. “Is this the hairless man-cub that bested my wife in her Endurance Match?”
Urza pursed her lips. “...Yes, my lord…” She murmured gently. Agroth snorted again, breaking away from his wife and stepping over right in front of Melina, towering over her so much he was simply a hulking silhouette against the setting sun, save for his brilliant green eyes. Melina looked up at him, swallowing; for the first time since agreeing to come, Melina felt she may have made a mistake.
The Chief regarded the young woman curiously, reaching up to scratch a burly shoulder. Suddenly, without warning, the man busted out laughing...a great, booming laugh that echoed through the entire camp. “Hahaha yes! Must be strong, to have outlasted even my fearsome Chieftess!” He cackled, grinning down at Urza...despite his bluster and bravado, there was a genuine affection in his eyes as he gazed upon his wife, in a manner that almost made Melina’s heart melt. “Hmm… Many questions for you, the rest will have, I reckon.” He chuckled, looking down at her. “So puny and yet victorious…’tis quite a sight. You travel with the rest of the womenfolk to the Contest, yes?”
Melina swallowed again. “Y-yes, my lord…” She squeaked out, trying with all her might to keep herself from trembling.
Agroth nodded. “You train like them?” He murmured, pointing to the crowd of women. “No woman in compound has made water since early yesterday morning…”
Melina turned her eyes towards the crowd, as if just now noticing the tension on each woman’s face, not to mention the noticeable bulge each abdomen.
Melina slowly brought her gaze back to the Chief’s. “W-well, no sir, I...well, I thought-”
The Chief held up a hand. “No need tell me of woman problems, man-cub.” He interrupted. “Save those for lady- journey, while the men do real work, hahah!” He bellowed, thumping his chest and earning a cheer from the rest of his male compatriots.
Melina watched as the Chief lumbered over towards them, brandishing his axe to a multitude of cheers.
The Chief sighed gently, turning to the girl. “Welcome back, young Melina…” She murmured. “I’m glad you’ve decided to join us. I know you must have questions, but you’ll need to save them for the road; we’re behind as it is. Ognild, Ghora!” She called, and Melina recognized the two orcs from the first scouting party approach, each giving her a smirk of recognition as they approached their Chief, though they too appeared to be unable to stand still as their bladders bulged against their trouser waistbands.
“Take our guests’ belongings to the luggage carriage...the rest of you! Form up, get ready to march!”
Melina blinked, watching the orc women disperse and head towards the southern gate of the compound. “March? We...wait, we’re gonna *walk*?” She exclaimed incredulously, looking up at Khamina.
“What’s wrong, man-cub?” Came a familiar voice as Malash sidled up, sneering down at Melina. “Don’t tell me yer afraid of a little manual labor? Yeh held it in till even our Chief pissed herself, and yeh’re worried about a walk? Pathetic.” She huffed, crossing her arms, though her grin didn’t dissipate, and her gaze had a tinge of affection to it, rather than just the cold derision Melina was used to from the woman.
“Oi.” Khamina huffed, glaring at Malash. “Chief said to form up, get in line.”
Malash simply raised her lidded gaze towards Khamina. “Oh, m’ sorry, did yeh forget yeh can’t tell me what to do any more?” She teased, a shit-eating grin on her face.
Khamina’s stony visage held, though Melina could tell she was trying not to smile. “Just get in formation, and I won’t deck the piss outta yeh.”
Malash merely chuckled. “Promises, promises…” She murmured, before looking back down at Melina. “See yeh at the Caravan, man-cub…” She chuckled, sauntering off...but not before delivering a reverberating *smack* to Khamina’s ass on her way past.
“...Dammit…” Khamina muttered shakily. “She really knows how to work me…” She muttered, striding after her co-captain-turned-lover.
Melina watched her go, turning back to Orla. “We’re not...actually walking the whole way, right?”
Orla giggled. “No, just out the gate to the caravan...it’ll be a few hours’ journey to the boats. Come on, we don’t wanna get left behind!” She called, beckoning to Melina to follow as she skipped off after her sisters-in-arms, able to move freely now that she was back in familiar territory.
Melina pursed her lips, glancing over her shoulder at the big, burly male orcs now peering at her, kids peeking out from around their legs.
Swallowing, Melina quickly turned back around, hurrying to catch up with the rest of the woman orcs.
TO BE CONTINUED... |
CHAPTER 2: THE ISLAND
The shadows grew long as the day continued its transition into evening, with the golden beams of later afternoon melting into the brilliant scarlets of sunset. Melina stuck close to Orla as the troupe of orc women, some 40-odd strong, traipsed through the underbrush. Despite the normal light chatter, laughing and gentle roughhousing, Melina could tell there was a gentle tension in the air; most of the orcs had a stiffer gait than normal, and while she could no longer see their fronts from her position in the back of the formation, she was well aware of the slight but noticeable abdominal protrusions each orc was sporting.
She knew the orcs were renowned for their strength and fortitude in the face of such pressure, but she’d have thought they’d at least want to relieve themselves before such a journey… and now that she thought about it, memories of Khamina and Orla conspicuously cutting off their own streams back at the Rivenwelle outskirts rose to the front of her mind.
Before she could voice her thoughts, though, the procession stopped abruptly. Melina scurried out from behind the closest orc, trying to see what the hold up was.
There, a few yards away, carefully shrouded in tarp and stitched leaf covers, was a group of large, rough-hewn carriages, each much larger than the trade caravans Melina was used to seeing. For one, the wheels each appeared to be made of iron, rather than wood, and the large pewter chains hooking them together were bigger than any Melina had ever laid eyes on. At the front stood two gargantuan, russet-coated horses. They looked incredibly strong, which Melina supposed was necessary for the types of passengers they had, even if she still wondered how two horses would be able to pull an entire camp’s worth of orcs.
The orc women began to fan out, approaching the carriages, but instead of climbing in, they began loading chests and burlap sacks in before taking up positions beside it. By the time Orla and Melina reached the front, all three carriages were all but filled with food, weapons, and other various traveling supplies. There was enough room for her to fit in, and maybe Orla, but definitely not a full sized orc amazon.
“Fall in line!” Urza shouted from the head of the caravan. As Melina and Orla loaded their own supplies in, they saw Khamina and Malash walking up and down the length of the procession, corralling the others into neat rows on either side of the carriages and offering short huffs of beration at the lollygaggers.
“Oy, man-cub…” Khamina called to Melina. “You n’ milkweed are riding up front.” She murmured, jerking a large green thumb towards the frontmost carriage. Confused as to why she and Orla would be the only ones riding, but more than grateful to not have to walk to whatever their next destination was, Melina scurried up to the carriage with Orla in tow. As they clambered in, Melina noticed it was significantly less cluttered than the other two, giving them ample space to sit and move around. She elected to take the seat closest to the window, allowing her a direct look down on the orcs standing at attention. More often than not, the stiff ranks would see a ripple of fidgets from multiple orcs whenever they thought the Captains weren’t looking, and up close, Melina could see the slight but noticeable bulges in each orcish abdomen even more clearly.
“I don’t understand...” She murmured to Orla. “It looks like...everyone here could use a trip to the privy.”
Orla chuckled gently, her cloudy gaze turning towards Melina. “They *always* could use a trip to the privy…”
“You know what I mean.” Melina huffed. “If this journey is as long as you say it is, you’d think they’d empty themselves out beforehand…”
Orla blinked, her sightless eyes on Melina for a long while.
Melina frowned, growing somewhat uncomfortable with the clouded gaze. “...What?”
Orla blinked again before looking sheepish. “Oh, you’re serious…”
Melina frowned again, confused. “...What?”
Orla leaned forward, her hands clasped before her. “Orc women never pee the night before they leave for the Contest. It’s considered a vast disgrace to show up empty, and vaster disgrace still to voluntarily pee in front of another orc, *especially* from another tribe.”
Melina glanced back out to the procession, imagining all the orcs in the mess hall, pounding back stein after stein of ale in a deliberate bid to fill themselves up as much as possible before this journey, half the camp going to bed with full bladders only to wake up and pump themselves even fuller waiting for nightfall.
Swallowing to bring moisture back to her drying mouth, Melina turned back to Orla. “So...all of the orcs do this?”
Orla smiled, though Melina could see her legs rubbing gently against one another under her skirts. “All of us.”
“And they’re just going to hold it until the island?”
At this, Orla’s gentle smile became a smirk, and she leaned forward somewhat. “They’re going to hold it till they can’t.”
Melina felt a thrill go up her back, visions of a sea of piss-laden orcs all spurting into the dirt as they tried to keep their mammoth bladders from completely rupturing filling her mind’s eye.
“Right then…” Came Khamina’s gruff alto from outside. “Yeh all know the drill...stay in the procession. I don’t care if you feel like you’re gonna piss down your leg, you don’t break formation, got it?”
There was a general murmur of assent, though Melina could see a few orcs shuffle back and forth, dubious expressions on their faces.
Khamina nodded, turning to face back forward. “Right flank present and accounted for, Chief!” she called as she strode back towards the front.
“Left too!” Called Malash, coming round the back to rejoin her fellow Captain.
Melina poked her head out the window in time to see Urza nod, turning towards the shadowy trees. “On, then… we must reach the boats before the moon reaches its zenith. Khamina, Malash, up here with me.”
The two orcs did as instructed, sidling up to the front of the caravan. Soon as they were out of earshot, Melina heard a few of the orcs beside her grumbling.
“Hrmph, easy for her to say...I heard she pissed in that man-cub’s pot while she was gone, but she’s making us all hold it in…” one muttered.
“She’s the Captain. She ain’t got nothin’ t’ prove.” huffed the woman beside her.
“Hrng, don’t act like yeh ain’t ready to spill a corker in yer loincloth…” the first retorted.
“Oi! Shut up you too, I have to piss and you’re making it worse!” came a hiss from behind.
“We *all* have to piss, you idiot.” grumbled another orc a couple rows over. “Now shut it, the sooner we get underway, the sooner we reach those boats…”
Melina felt herself shivering from the orcs’ words...just how full were they? How much had they drank before getting into this formation? Would they be able to hold the entire hours-long journey to the boats?
The questions formed quickly in her mind, one after the other, until she was squirming with arousal.
Orla seemed to notice, only giggling a bit in response. “Told you they were all full.” She teased, grinning. “You’re in for a treat.”
Melina blushed at Orla’s wheedling, averting her gaze and settling back.
Just then, there was a forward command from Urza, and the carriages lurched as the horses began pulling them along. The orcs beside them began marching, and the caravan was officially underway.
For the better part of an hour, there was naught but the sound of the wheels trundling through the brush, the *whoosh* of wind through the brittle leaves, and the heavy footfalls of orc women marching alongside the carriage. Melina had been contemplating her lot...the only human to attend a sacred orc pee-holding competition...it filled her with both delight and dread. What if the other Orcs were even rougher than the Kh’raven? What if Chief Urza couldn’t protect her? A knot began forming in her stomach… she would have to be *very* careful in the coming week...
Trying to rid herself of the worrisome meditation, Melina’s eyes focused on Orla, who was sitting still, looking quite relaxed...it was clear that she was better off than her sisters-in-arms, having also been allowed a bit of relief where they had not.
“So…” Melina murmured, pulling the curtains shut to keep out the chill and mute their conversation. “Holding all the way to the island...do all the tribes do this?”
Orla nodded. “Though the orcs are spread across the world, we all hold a few basic traits in common. The shame of peeing in front of each other is one of them.”
Melina blinked. “So...they’re all just like the Kh’raven?”
Orla chuckled. “Oh, no. No, some of them look quite different than us… some smaller, some lager, some with strange and otherworldly features…”
Melina, her interest now piqued, leaned forward. “Really? Like what?”
Orla smiled. “Oh, in for a bit of history to pass the time?” She giggled. “Very well…”
She cleared her throat. “There are eight tribes in total, each controlling a different pocket of the land. The Kh’raven are forest dwellers, as you might imagine, but not all Orcs are. Some make their home on the craggy shores of the Iron Sea, for instance, and others still live in the snow-capped mountains far from here. I’ve even heard of a tribe of Orcs that live in a palace above a waterfall.” She whispered conspiratorially.
Melina tried to picture the raucous, rambunctious Orcs she knew living in such a sophisticated manner. She couldn’t.
Licking her lips, Orla continued. “We actually don’t have much contact with the other tribes, but, we all share the same faith and the same precepts, so we all know to go to the Island whenever the Contest happens.”
Melina nodded. “And so...you all just get together and… hold it?” She murmured. “Like...a festival?”
Orla tapped her chin. “Well...yes and no. The Contest is an important social event for Orcs...a time for us to interact with others of our kind, build camaraderie, settle grudges and blood debts, etc.” She murmured with an odd nonchalance. “Through it all, every Orc is expected to contain herself, as is expected of our kind, but it's only the Chiefs who compete. It’s set up like a tournament; each day, two Chiefs will compete against one another. The winner of that match will battle the winner of the other match, and so on and so forth till two Chiefs are left standing. The whole island then gathers to watch them battle, and...I’m told the resultant floods are *quite* spectacular…” She finishes with a bit of a breathless coo.
Melina was feeling a little flush, too, listening to Orla’s explanations. Delicious thoughts of a menagerie of writhing orcs available for her viewing pleasure, the alchemist in her was beside herself thinking about the wealth of knowledge such a gathering would allow her. Orcs from all over had to have knowledge of reagents she’d never even heard of...Arwen was right. This was going to be a most invaluable experience...in multiple senses of the word. It was these thoughts that danced cheekily in her head, even as she leaned against the side of the carriage, slowly closing her eyes...
~
“Hnnnmh…”
Melina blinked herself awake, rubbing at her eyes as her ear picking up a faint whimper from outside the carriage. Pushing aside the curtains, she peered out into the dim shadowy dusk. A few of the Kh’raven had been given torches to light the path of the procession, and one of said torch-bearers was right outside the carriage window.
It looked, however, that her flame was flickering, buffeting about in the wind… but upon closer inspection, it was the woman who couldn’t keep straight, rather than her flame.
“Oi, quit jerkin’ around, you’ll make the flame go out!” The orc next to her hissed.
“...I-I’m tryin, b-but….gods, I gotta piss *so* fuckin’ bad…”
“What, this again? I told yeh an hour ago, you’re not the only one keen t’ lift leg, so cut yer whinin!”
Even as she reprimanded her sister-in-arms, though, Melina could see her hand dart between her own legs, briefly illuminated by the firelight.
“M-maybe if I just pull my loincloth aside-”
“Hell no! Yeh ain’t finna get your piss all over us!”
“B-but I’m busting! I gotta...gotta take the edge off…”
“You’d better fuckin’ hold it, or I’ll shove me fist straight up yer tainthole!”
The first orc whimpered in submission, but Melina could see her gait get jerkier and jerkier by the moment… and she wasn’t alone. All up and down the procession, she could see breaks in composure, spider-webbing up and down the lines like cracks appearing in stone. Not surprising, considering how all of them had been going nearly a day without a piss…
“Sounds like they’re in trouble…” Orla murmured, craning to listen to the grumbles from outside. Melina couldn’t help but notice how closely the orcish alchemist’s legs were pressed together… perhaps she was beginning to once again feel the effects of having not fully emptied her own bladder all those hours ago.
Just then, there was another grunt.
“N-no...no no no…” the same orc whimpered.
“Oh, what is it now?” her line-mate hissed.
“C-can’t...can’t hold it…”
“You...you’d better not…”
“Nnghgg...”
And come it did. Not even a second later, a short hiss assailed Melina’s ears as the poor orcess spurted into her loincloth. She shivered as pee cascaded down her legs, steam wafting into the cold air. Even so, she continued with the march, refusing to break ranks and jamming a hand into her sopping womanhood to try and keep the rest at bay.
“Ar you...are you pissing yourself?” Hissed another orc from beside her.
The first orc only gulped, shuddering as another squirt forced itself past her fingers and onto the grass with a wet splatter.
“Oi, stop that!” hissed the orc next to her.
“I...I can’t!” The first whimpered back. “I can’t...I can’t stop it…”
The orc shuddered one final time...A louder, longer his filled the air as the orc woman lost the battle with her bladder completely, gushing forth a day’s worth of hot, acrid piss finally broke free of its containment, streaming down her legs and completely saturating both her loincloth and the grass round her feet. A few gasps and huffs of disgust went up from the ranks as the woman voided the contents of her bladder all over the ground they’d eventually have to walk on.
Melina’s heart beat a little faster in her chest at this first casualty of this whole ordeal, but before she could even process it, another hiss filled the air.
“D-dammit, look at what you fucking made me do!” The derisive orc from earlier spat as her own loincloth quickly became soaked with her own involuntary squirts of urine. She groaned, gripping at her crotch with all of her considerable strength, but it did nothing to stem the tide.
Melina’s eyes widened as the dire need for relief spread throughout the ranks like wild fire...a few of the orcs around the initial accident found themselves gripping between their legs with all their might, trying not to become another casualty, while those closest couldn’t help but squirt golden jets into the dirt.
A moment later, there was a shout from the front of the caravan, and the whole procession stopped as Chief Urza herself stepped out from in front, marching back towards the pod of orcs whose bladders had begun to fail them.
As she loomed over the other orcs, Melina couldn’t help but remember just how imposing Urza was without her husband next to her to dwarf her.
The Orcish Chieftain sniffed at the air, wrinkling her nose. “Weakness...that’s what I smell.” She hissed, glaring at the shameful orcs. “Is this the sorry sapsot lot I’m to bring before the other tribes? Is this my legacy as Chief, a bevy of snivelling handmaids with thimbles for bladders? Is it!?”
The orcs answered with muted mumbles, their heads lowered in deference even as a few orcish legs continued to twist about and against one another. The Chief gave them all one last glare before stalking back up to the front of the caravan.
The orcs waited until she was gone before rounding on the first orc.
“Now look, yeh got us all in trouble!”
“Yer lucky she ain’t punish us, or you’d be gettin’ it good!”
“Hey, yeh don’t look half bad all soaking like that...wanna kiss when we get to the boats?”
Melina quickly leaned back inside, shutting the curtains once again and swallowing. Her eyes turned back to Orla, who was gently biting her lip, her legs rubbing against one another.
“...Orla?” Melina murmured, causing the orcess to blush. “They...Hearing them pee kind of, um…” She murmured, her blush darkening as she rubbed her thighs together even more.
Melina was beginning to feel the barest sensations of her own bladder filling, though they weren’t nearly dire enough for her to act on them, not with the Chief in the mood she was.
Luckily for her, the caravan only traveled for another half hour before breaking the tree line onto a secluded beach. Moonlight, clear and bright, shone brilliantly onto the assorted orcs, reflecting off of the gently lapping tides with silvery radiance. A small fleet of carved longships spanned the shore, creaking gently as their back halves bobbed in the waves.
The Chief turned, looking over at her underlings again. “We sail now for the Isla Orcan. And on my word, the next of you to let out even a drop of piss will be scrubbing the privy for a month when we return.” She hissed before nodding at Khamina and Malash to get the company divvied up into the boats.
Melina and Orla dismounted the caravan as the orcs began separating themselves into smaller groups and getting on each long ship.
“Oi, man cub…” Khamina muttered, gazing at Melina. “You’n Orla’ll be with us, Ghora, Ognild and th’ Chief. Center boat, with the fancy boar’s head on it, can’t miss it.” She muttered, before stalking off to assist with the rest of the loading.
Melina watched the woman’s retreating back before turning to Orla. “Erm...well, shall we?” She murmured.
The two made their way to the center boat. Orla, being taller, had to help Melina scale the wooden hull, but they managed to get in without much incident. A few moments later, they were joined by the others, including the Chief.
“Ah, young Melina… hopefully the trip has been a pleasant one thus far? You’ll have to excuse the less-than-appropriate behaviors of my kin...Orcs are strong, but we’re not the most disciplined bunch.” She murmured with a sigh. She nodded over to Malash, who raised a hatchet to cut the rope binding the longship to the beach, and immediately they lurched away from the shore. The sails unfurled, catching the wind and carrying them even more quickly out to see.
As they sailed, Melina couldn’t help but peer at Urza. The woman was every bit the model of noble countenance Melina had remembered, stock still but with an air of regality that left no question as to who was in charge.
“So… you’re going to compete? Against these other Chiefs?” Melina asked.
Urza turned to the girl, nodding. “Tis my right and my duty to represent my tribe in the Contest of Containment. In preparation, I too have denied myself the relief my subordinates so brazenly succumbed to on our journey here…” She huffed in annoyance. “And as you can see...I am maintaining myself in a manner fitting of my station, and my nation.”
Melina’s eyes dropped to the bulge in the Chief’s own abdomen, easily as large as any she’d seen in the orcs on the way up here, but the Chief didn’t even appear slightly uncomfortable.
The Chief followed Melina’s gaze, nodding. “After our...encounter, I subjected myself to even more rigorous training to shore up my weakness. More ale, less time between visits to the privy. I’ve spent the better part of the last six months bursting to pee, and on the rare occasion I did let loose, I had to leave the encampment to avoid flooding the privy.”
She spoke so drily about it, Melina almost forgot about how absolutely titillating the Chief’s words were.
She swallowed, wrapping her arms round herself. “I...did it...what about your...you know…” She murmured, trying her best to be delicate about her insinuation.
“My cock?” The Chief asked bluntly, turning back to Melina. “Been on your mind, has it?”
Her face remained impassive, but Melina swore she could see the barest hint of a smirk on her lips. “After your visit, and following a discussion with my husband, I’ve allowed myself some...further indulgence in that regard. You were right… I had some very willing subjects ready to assist me…” Behind her, both Ghora and Ognild blushed, lowering their heads as they continued paddling. The Chief took a deep breath. “Let me tell you, man cub, there’s nothing quite like a romp in the sheets when you’re aching to piss a quart.” She murmured.
Now, she was *definitely* smirking.
After what seemed like hardly any time at all, Malash stood up on the bow, scanning the horizon. “Chief…” She called, turning to Urza and pointing out into the sea. “Land ho!”
Melina sidled up to the side of the boat, leaning over the side and squinting. She could just make out a dark smudge against the inky navy blue of sky and sea...and the further they went, the larger it got, until it manifested into a massive landmass that appeared overgrown with vegetation, at least from the outside, towering over the orcish ships as they approached. Two large jagged rocks jutted up from either side of a narrow channel leading to a small cove, becoming larger and larger the closer they got. Melina craned her head to look up at them, unable to shake the notion that with their placement, they almost looked like orcish tusks.
As the boats beached on the foreign shores, Khamina strode up next to the Chief, frowning. “We can’t be the first here…?”
The Chief held up a hand to silence her, her eyes darting around. “No...Listen…”
Melina craned her neck, straining to hear anything above the gentle rush of the waves or creaking of the boats...but suddenly, through the white noise, she could just make out a strain of laughter, and an echoing, far off din that sounded as though it were coming from deeper inland.
The Chief snorted, turning to Khamina. “Make ready to dismount.”
A few moments later, the whole of the Kh’raven had dropped into the sand with no small amount of groaning as the impact rippled through what bladders were still taut and completely unrelieved, and forcing a spurt or two from those that were unable to withstand the shock.
The Chief led them single file into the tropical thicket, each squirmy orc following her and doing her best to either not piss, or not piss any more.
After a few minutes they emerged into the heart of the island, and as Melina came around the Chief’s side, her eyes widened.
They had emerged at the top of what appeared to be a sprawling ringed crater, with the center looking to be some sort of stadium; slatted seats all curving downward into a pitch filled with sand. Melina figured that's where the matches would take place. Various tents were set up around the stadium, save for one empty section that Melina assumed would be for the Kh’raven, and multiple bonfires dotted the landscape, giving the entire scene a rather vibrant hue. What was more, there appeared to be a river running through the habitable section of the ring, snaking through each tribe’s section of the encampment. Looking down, Melina could see there were stone stairs leading down to the main dirt road into the encampment, which itself fed the solitary bridge over the river, into the stadium, and out again towards the far side of the island, sloping up into what appeared to be the verdant mountains they’d spied from their boats.
The rest of the present orcs appeared to be looking about in awe themselves, swollen bladders momentarily forgotten.
Urza leads the orcs down the steps and towards the encampment ring, having sequestered those who’d lost control and pissed to the back of the procession, so as not to embarrass the tribe. As they got closer, Melina could see other orcs moving about, carrying things to and fro or simply lounging by the fire, having a drink. Instead of the jade green she was used to, Melina saw a myriad of colors...ice blue, turquoise, even obsidian black skin on the orcs currently cavorting about the sandy camps.
“...Wow…” She murmured, peering around. Khamina noticed her wide-eyed expression, smirking. “Try not t’ ogle too much, man-cub, not all o’ these other orcs are as friendly as we are.” She chuckled, giving Melina a toothy grin as she strode past.
Orla came up next to Melina, her grayed eyes flitting around as she bit her lip. “...This is one of the moments I wish I could see…” She breathed.
Melina followed Urza farther towards the ring; it was much larger up close than it had been from the top of the stairs, and she could see that each tribe had all but built small warcamps along the banks of the river, consisting of large tents meant for Chiefs, and a surrounding collection of tents for their underlings. Each one appeared to be made of different materials, from stitched leathers and animal skins on sticks, to assorted furs and wools, to even what looked to be silk and satin with gossamer curtains.
As they reached their camping spot, Melina took the opportunity to fully take in their surroundings. “You weren’t lying…these other orcs *are* different...” Melina murmured as she watched a stark-naked orc with skin the color of coal walk by, her pneumatic frame jiggling gently as she regarded Melina with an air of irritation, causing the young alchemist to quickly avert her gaze.
Orla elbowed Melina, huffing. “Well? Tell me what you’re seeing!”
Melina swallowed, clearing her throat sheepishly as she remembered her friend’s handicap. “Right, well, um… This orc lady just walked by, her skin was the color of midnight…”
“Let me guess…” Orla murmured, a small smirk on her face. “She was quite voluptuous.”
Melina blushed, but she nodded. “Quite…”
“Those have to be the Az’kal. Pretty aggressive by nature, but I’ll tell you, you won’t find a finer smith or craftswoman anywhere… It was them that built this stadium, you know, not to mention the bridge and steps...carved this island out into what it is.”
Melina nodded, her gaze continuing around until her eyes settled on a couple orcs in the camp next to them, both clad in little more than silvery shawls of wolf-skin, with loin cloths and brassieres of similar material. Their skin was icy blue, and their tightly-braided hair a shocking silvery white. They were surrounding what looked to be a centaur… the poor lass was cantering about nervously as the two orcs harassed her. “Those blue orcs you mentioned…” She murmured.
Orla nodded. “The Uza-lehk. They live the farthest north, in the Snowlands. Guess all that time in isolation dulled their social graces...they can make the most insensitive jokes, especially about eating non-orcs.”
Given the bared teeth and the exaggerated licking of lips the leering orcs were displaying towards the horsewoman, Melina guessed Orla was probably right. “They’re...they’re bullying her…” She huffed. “That centaur…”
Orla blinked. “Centaur? ...Oh, she must be a guest of a Chief, like you… Don’t worry, they aren’t *actually* going to eat her, Orc custom forbids harming any guest of a Chieftain.”
Melina set her jaw, watching the two orcs send the centaur off with a hearty slap on her rear, cackling to themselves. “Still…” She muttered. “Oi, move yer arse or I’m runnin’ it over…” Came a grunt as Malash pushed past the pair, carrying two large sacks of supplies on each shoulder to the Kh’raven campsite.
“Could stand to be a little nicer, Mally…” Khamina huffed, carrying her own sack. “Don’t mind her… she’s just cranky cause her widdle bwadder is full…” She cooed, smirking at Malash.
Malash shot Khamina a dirty look, snarling. “Keep talkin’ and I’ll show you how full I am…”
She paused, reddening as she realized the implications of her words. “Uh, wait, no, I didn’t-”
But Khamina only smirks, sidling up to Malash and planting a kiss on the flustered orc’s lips before setting her own sack down to continue helping set up the camp.
Being smaller, Melina and Orla just did their best to stay out of the way as the Kh’raven set up their camp… they passed the time with Orla filling Melina in with more information about the different orc tribes, from the giant, somewhat dim but well meaning Khe’Vath to the studious, slender, white-robed Shi’Mah. She was told the Gor’bahk tribe was the most similar to the Kh’raven, with a high sense of honor and a fair sense of humor, kinder to outsiders than most other races were. Melina blushed somewhat as Orla recounted the saucy history of M’Zurah women, a fair deal of whom were “well-endowed” like the Chief, though they were quite open about it. Orla finished the lesson by telling her to steer clear of the tall, savage Mor’uhk, the only tribe whose Endurance Matches had ever ended in a fatality.
By the end, Melina’s head was spinning...she had no idea that Orcish kind could have such a diverse breadth of cultures, it was almost too much to take in.
“Young Melina…”
Chief Urza’s voice cut through Melina’s musings, the jade-skinned amazon striding up to Melina, bearing her pack as her subjects continued to toil on the camp. Melina couldn’t help but notice a few of them glance her way to make sure the Chief’s back was turned before squeezing themselves between the legs or allowing themselves some spirited rump bouncing as they all fought to maintain their holds on their swollen and ripened bladders.
Swallowing, the young alchemist pulled her attention back to the Chief, looking up at her.
“I’m off to meet with the other Chieftesses, but first, I want to show you where you’ll be staying.” She murmured, handing Melina her belongings.
Melina frowned, her forehead wrinkling in confusion. “Am I...not staying here with you all?” She asked, uneasiness in her chest as she imagined trying to fend for herself in this encampment of strange orcs.
Urza shook her head. “Treasured guest as you might be, the Contest of Containment is still a sacred ritual for Orc kind… There are rites and customs we must perform of which you have no place in. As such, you will be staying under the stadium, with the other non-Orcs who’ve accomplished your incredible feat of besting an Orcish Chieftain in combat.”
She pointed towards the bridge over the river, where Melina could just make out two large wooden doors on the other side, slightly hidden by overgrown vines.
Melina didn’t know how to feel about separating from the Kh’raven, but she nodded, turning to Orla. “Come on, we can-”
“Orla will remain here, with the rest of the Kh’raven.” The Chief interrupted, her eyes focused on Melina. “The sanctum under the stadium is for outsiders alone. Come, I will take you to the door…”
Melina swallowed, glancing at Orla, who offered as reassuring a smile as she could. “Don’t worry, Mel…” She murmured, trying out the nickname for the first time. “I’ll see you tomorrow for the first match…”
Melina nodded, the orcess’s words calming her anxiety somewhat. She took a deep breath and turned back to Chief Urza. “Let’s go.”
The pair set off down the road towards the bridge, taking care not to intrude on any other orcs’ camps. Melina had to jog a bit to keep up with Urza’s stride, but even from here she could see the sizable bulge in both the Chief’s abdomen and loincloth, cluing Melina in to both her full bladder and the extra endowment she kept hidden away.
As they came to the door, Urza looked down at Melina, who still looked apprehensive. “Do not fear, young Melina…” She chuckled. “They will not hurt you. I will fetch you in the morning... Oh, and do try to make friends. This *is* a time for community, after all.” She murmured, a barest hint of a smile on her face as she pats Melina’s shoulder before turning and striding briskly away.
Melina watched her go before turning back to the door. Sweeping an errant hair out of her eyes, she took a deep breath and pushed them open.
Expecting an empty stone chamber, Melina was quite surprised to see what looked like a spacious common room. There was an assortment of bearskin rugs surrounding a central fire pit, with small wooden benches propped up around it, perfect for warming oneself by the flames. The walls were tacked with various orcish banners from each tribe, and against the very back was a curved bookcase similar to the one Melina had back home. She could even see a number of fine scientific instruments atop it, right next to mounted scimitars and polished ornate meadhorns. From her vantage point she could see four other doors, presumably leading to private chambers.
What was most surprising, though, was that this common area was already occupied. Two figures were seated near the fire, roasting something delicious smelling over it while chatting idly before turning to her.
One appeared to be an elf, with tanned skin and hair like wheat. Her vibrant cerulean eyes shone with bubbly affability, and long, slender ears poked out either side of her head, bouncing gently as she nodded along to whatever conversation she was having. She was clad in a simple whie tunic and long, calf-high woven sandals, with a simple wool cloak adorning her shoulders.
The other was...Melina didn’t even know how to describe her except *beautiful*. A pale perfectly heart-shaped face, with almond-shaped eyes, a button nose, and full, pouty, almost bee-stung lips. She appeared to be dressed in what looked like a noblewoman’s evening gown that hugged her statuesque curves, save for an almost completely bare back and a slit up the side that allowed her to cross one slender leg over the other as she offered Melina a languid smirk, beckoning her further in with a crook of her finger. Melina felt her body move almost against her will, the woman’s smoldering gaze pulling her further inside.
“Hi there!”
Melina’s enthralled gaze was broken by the interjection of the elf, waving emphatically. “You must be the fourth Champion! I’m Tihli!” She gushed, bouncing out of her seat and extending her hand to Melina, who took it.
“Er...Hi… I’m Melina.” She murmured, a small smile on her face; this elven girl’s energy was truly infectious.
“Melina...what a lovely name.” cooed the other woman in a rich, smooth, accented alto, like foreign wine over stone. “I am called many things… Temptress, she-devil, Mistress...but you seem like a properly non-judgmental young lady, so you may call me ‘Villia’.” She said, extending her own hand. Melina swallowed, noting just how sharp the woman’s obsidian nails were as she carefully took the hand.
The woman laughed, a throaty chuckle that made Melina’s heart flutter. “Honestly child, I’m not going to bite you… unless you ask nicely, of course.” She flashed her pearly white teeth at Melina, winking and chuckling again at the young alchemist’s reddened features.
Tihli cocked her head, peering at Melina. “You’re...you look human.” She observed, frowning. “But that can’t be right, a human couldn’t beat an orc in a holding contest, could they? Why, their bladders are so small compared to an orc it might as well-”
“Now now, Tihli, don’t be so hasty to draw conclusions.” Villa drawled, still smiling at Melina. “Humans are a resourceful bunch, there’s a reason there’s so many of their cities everywhere. Plus, this one’s cute as a button, perhaps she simply charmed her way here.”
Melina felt her mouth dry a bit as she gazed upon the woman again, and she had to swallow to speak. “I-...what do you mean, ‘them’? Are you- you’re not human?”
Villia *actually* laughed at that, throwing her head back and shaking her shoulders, causing her plump, generous bosom to bounce in time with her laughter. “Oh no, my dear girl…”
Melina blinked. “I- but- then what are you?”
The woman smirked. “Isn’t it obvious?” She murmured, reaching up and poking at the tiny twin horns protruding from under her raven black curls. “I’m a succubus.”
Noting Melina’s arm, the woman held up a hand. “Now, before you get all stuffy and ready to burn me at the stake or some nonsense, I already promised my Chief I’d be on my best behavior. Besides, I require a… very specific sort of essence to feed on, one which you are certainly not equipped to provide.” She smirked, her gaze flitting for an instant to Melina’s crotch. “Ah, but speaking of ‘equipped’...” She turned to the back of the room, where Melina was startled to see a large looming creature in the shadows. The fact that she hadn’t noticed such an imposing figure was a testament to Villia’s captivating figure.
Slowly, the figure emerged into the firelight, and Melina instantly recognized her as the centaur from earlier. Now that she was close up, she could see that she was quite pretty...the torso of a young woman around Melina’s age, with soft, freckled features and long, auburn hair that fell gently around her face. Her bottom half was that of a regular mare, with her glossy coat being the same color as her hair.
She cantered forth shyly, one arm under a perky, sumptuous bosom as she grasped her other one nervously.
“H-hi…” She whispered almost inaudibly. “I, erm...I’m Suzerane…”
Villia clucked her tongue. “Stop all that hiding, girl, and come around so young Melina can see what I’m talking about.”
Suzerane blushes and quickly shakes her head, retreating further into herself. “I-I can’t...it’s embarrassing…” She whines.
Villia scoffed. “Embarrasing? We’re all here because we managed to hold our bladders while our respective Chiefs were pissing down their legs, I think we’ve moved past ‘embarrasing’.”
Despite her wheedling, Suzerane seemed resolute in her decision to stay in her little corner.
Villia huffed, but she looked unwilling to press matters further as she turned back to Melina. “Well, there you have it, our motley crew. A dagger-ear, a hellbitch, and a tasty orc morsel.” She smirked over at Suzerane, who swallowed and shook a little...Melina immediately felt bad for her.
“A stranger set of folks you’ve never laid eyes on, no?” Villia tittered. “And, in the spirit of new friends…”
She waved her hand through air, flicking her wrist and causing a crystal bottle to appear in her hand, full of a dark, rich liquid. She flicked her other hand, and four glasses of the same crystal appeared. “It’s sober as a church in here, and trust me, I would know. Come, young Melina...Eat, drink, be merry, as it were.”
She poured each of them a drink, handing cups off before pouring one for herself. Melina took one, handing it back to Suzerane so she wouldn’t have to come closer. The centaur takes the cup, shooting Melina a timid but grateful smile as the latter takes a seat across from Tihli...Despite the succubus’s imposing presence, Melina was beginning to feel more at ease; none of these women seemed particularly threatening, at the very least. Villia sawed them all off some meat from the roasted animal in the pit, pulling a bit of bread and some fruit out of her own pack to share.
As they ate, they all began to engage in some small talk, the fire and the liquor beginning to loosen them all up a little.
“So, erm…” Melina murmured, looking around. “You all outlasted an orc too?”
Tihli and Villia looked at one another before the latter looked back at Melina. “In a manner of speaking.” She murmured, smirking. “We all found ourselves in situations similar to yours, I’m sure...ran afoul of one of these beautiful behemoths, and the only way out was through one of these odd Endurance Matches. Suffice to say, an orcish bladder is quite a formidable foe...I don’t think I’ve ever had to relieve myself so badly in my considerable years.” She tittered. “But… circumstances as they were, I came out victorious. No need to rehash the gritty details, not on our first night...I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to regale one another with stories as this week progresses...if we haven’t all drowned in orc piss by then.” She added with a wink, taking a sip from her cup.
The four chatted idly for another hour or so, until the hour grew late enough that Melina, Tihli and Suzerane looked close to dozing off.
Villia, being beyond the need for sleep, smirked gently. “Ah, I suppose you three should kip off to bed.” She murmured with an almost motherly affection. “Tomorrow I imagine there’ll be more mingling to be done, now that all the tribes are here, but tonight? Rest.”
The succubus floated up to her own feet, looking over at Melina. “Melina, dear, your chambers are right through there, next to Suzerane…” She murmured, pointing at the second door from the front.
Melina nodded, getting to her feet. “See you all in the morning…” She murmurs, grabbing her things and heading towards the door.
It does not lead to a room, as she thought, but a small set of stairs that curve upward into a slatted loft that appears situated right beneath the stadium bleachers. Moonlight streams in through a slotted window, illuminating the spartan accommodations; a simple but spacious bed, a large trunk in which to place one’s belongings, and strangely, a chamber pot. Melina considered using it, but even with all the alcohol, she still hardly felt an urge, and sleep looked vastly more appealing to her than relief.
Shrugging, she set her things down, slipping out of her traveling clothes and into her nightgown before climbing in bed and settling down. After a day of traveling, the bed was nice, and she already felt herself drifting off…
In her dreams, Melina found herself in a dark, misty forest. A strange blue light suffused everything, and all she could see were the shapes of the trees through the fog.
Suddenly, a figure steps out of the haze...a powerful, female figure, nude save for a wovenroot crown on top of her head. Melina couldn’t see her face, but she appeared to be trying to speak to her...but the more she spoke, the hazier she got...suddenly, the dream exploded into gold, illuminating the figure for a split second. She was green, well muscled, with dark hair descending down past her callipygian ass.
She was an orc!
Melina tried to look upon the orc woman’s face, but was suddenly assailed by a burning in her abdomen so intense, she woke with a start. Feeling the pressure crest between her thighs, she leapt out of bed and squatted over the pot just as a torrent of piss burst from her trembling flower, roping into the pot with extreme force. She peed nearly a full minute before she finally dripped dry, breathing heavily… What had just happened? She’d gone from mild need to bursting within moments...and who was that woman? There was something...special about her, Melina could feel it, but with her bladder empty, she felt sleep trying to pull her back into its clutches already.
Pushing the strange dream out of her mind, Melina climbed back into bed, closing her eyes again, hoping the rest of her sleep would be uneventful...
TO BE CONTINUED…. |
This is a relatively mild story, originally intended for non-kink audiences as a part of a series of one-shots exploring different scenarios that remind us how the Darkling is still human despite his legendary status. The series still languishes unfinished in my google docs but I thought I'd at least share this one with you guys. (If you don't know what the Grishaverse is, I highly suggest watching Shadow and Bone on Netflix, if only because Ben Barnes is hot as fuck. 🥵)
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The Black General was not known to make mistakes often. It was why the Tsar still allowed him the privileges he had. For him to make a stupid, fundamentally basic, strategic mistake was so unthinkable as to be considered absurd, yet absurd was certainly the way he viewed his current situation.
The morning report from Ivan had run long. News regarding the discovery of the Sun Summoner had spread like wildfire across Ravka and beyond, and many delicate developments that he’d been carefully nurturing behind the scenes were beginning to topple and required his immediate attention if they were to be salvaged. The one thing he was grateful for was that there had yet to be any threat to the supply of coffee from Shu Han, as it was only copious amounts of the caffeinated beverage that kept him sane as he and Ivan slowly and methodically worked through the stack of papers that made up the morning report.
They had been merely a single page from the end when a messenger arrived at the door, announcing that the Tsar wished to have a brief meeting with the General immediately.
In hindsight, Aleksander recognized this moment as where his primary blunder occurred. Being so close to the end, he chose the petty route and made the Tsar wait while he handled the last of Ivan’s report, but even that last page ran longer than he’d intended, and he knew that the delay would likely stretch the limits of the Tsar’s patience. Lacking the patience himself to deal with a royal tantrum, Aleksander hurried to the Grand Palace as soon as Ivan’s reports were done. If he had just postponed the rest of Ivan’s report and prioritized the already necessary moment to tend to his own needs, he wouldn’t be struggling the way he was now.
The impromptu meeting with the Tsar turned out to be regarding matters that were somehow neither urgent nor brief as the summons had implied, and by the time he managed to escape the Tsar’s rambling and whining he was running late for a meeting that had already been scheduled. When he finally arrived in the War Room, the other attendees were all already present, and every face that snapped toward him upon his entrance told him of their irritation at the delay. He couldn’t begrudge them a little irritation; he was irritated himself, even more so now that the coffee he’d had earlier was urgently requesting release. He knew he could have excused himself into his private rooms for a moment, but instead he made his second blunder of the day. Pride and dignity dictated that no one could know of his needs, and in the moment he couldn’t think of another acceptable excuse for him to cause further delay, and so the meeting began.
Nearly two hours later, Aleksander was regretting everything he’d ever done in his long life that led him to that moment. Every time he tried to draw the meeting to a close, someone else brought up a new argument. He was trying to be diplomatic, but the urgency of his situation was badly affecting his ability to focus. He was sure he would have to pay a price for his inattention later, but just now he didn’t see much he could do about it. It seemed silly to call a recess when they seemed so close to being able to just end every few minutes.
“With all due respect, what bearing does this have on the current topic?” Ivan’s voice cut through the haze, and Aleksander realized with a pang of horror that he genuinely wasn’t sure what the current topic even was anymore. He glanced at Ivan, surprised the Heartrender had spoken up like that. Ivan rarely spoke out of turn at these types of meetings, deferring to his General in nearly every regard. Someone must have been rambling badly for Ivan to finally feel the need to cut them off himself.
Ivan remained facing the man he’d interrupted, but his eyes slid over briefly to Aleksander with the tiniest hint of concern revealed by a crease between his brows. There was another pang of horror when Aleksander realized that of course Ivan knew something was up. His heart rate had been steadily rising with the effort of holding himself together, and now his face was probably a little flushed anyway. Clenching his jaw, Aleksander dragged his attention back to the sputtering man and other assorted officials around the table.
“I believe we’ve made sufficient progress today.” It wasn’t completely a lie. They had covered plenty before he’d grown too distracted by his own treacherous body to concentrate. Someone tried to speak up but he didn’t acknowledge them. He needed the meeting to end before he embarrassed himself any further. “If there are further concerns we can discuss them at a later date. For now I’m sure we all have other responsibilities to tend to.” There was a smattering of discontented grumbles, but no one dared to fight the finality in his tone and eventually they began their departures. Every second felt like an hour as the meeting’s attendees gradually gathered their notes and filtered out of the room, until finally only Ivan was left.
“Are you well, moi soverenyi?” Ivan asked quietly as soon as the door was closed once more.
“I’m fine,” he said tersely, gathering what was left of his willpower to be able to stand without wincing. A light knock on the door sounded, and Ivan quickly moved to open it to reveal Alina wearing riding gear and a polite smile. Aleksander had once had a passing thought that he could never not be pleased to find Alina in his presence. At that moment, however, he found he was mistaken. If he found it disagreeable for a room full of officials to know of his basest needs, making such needs known to Alina felt downright humiliating.
“General Kirigan offered to take me riding after the meeting was over,” he heard Alina inform Ivan, and he felt his heart plummet.
He’d forgotten. The morning had been so packed with distractions that he’d entirely forgotten the off-handed offer he’d made the day prior. The mere thought of attempting to withstand the bouncing of horseback riding caused a sharp spike in urgency, and now he couldn’t help but wince, clenching his hands into fists on the table and only barely managing to restrain himself from hissing at the discomfort.
“The General and I must discuss a few points raised in the meeting, but he will be able to join you shortly.”
Alina gave a quiet acknowledgment and Ivan closed the door once more. When Aleksander met Ivan’s eyes with a questioning gaze, he realized Ivan had figured out exactly what the problem was. Gratitude drowned out the embarrassment when Ivan’s eyes flicked to the door leading to Aleksander’s private rooms and back to him, a silent suggestion that he get moving.
Aleksander mouthed a desperate “Thank you” at his ever-loyal Heartrender and hurried into his private sanctuary with what little remained of his dignity. If he happened not to meet Ivan’s eyes when he finally reemerged, it was surely because he was preoccupied with the fact that Alina was waiting on him and not because of any lingering embarrassment at the whole situation, and if Alina happened to have a half-concerned, half-amused look on her face when he greeted her, he certainly had no idea why that would be, because Ivan’s excuse had been perfectly sound and he hadn’t made a single facial expression that could possibly have tipped off anyone who happened to be able to see him.
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Here we are with my first short for Omovember. Like i said in my last status,i took these prompts from several prompt lists on tumblr and a prompt list i saw last year. Today's prompt and two more were suggested by @sleeping_cat01. Again,I'm not sure i'm gonna be able to do all the prompts i have chosen,but we'll see. Anyways,the prompts i've chosen are:
Day 1: Long walk in the Woods (Suggested)
Day 2: Returning home after work (Suggested)
Day 3: Desperate in a vehicle
Day 4: Holding it while watching a movie (Suggested)
Day 5: Needing to go while on a walk
Day 6: Trapped and Desperate
Day 7: Peeing at the Beach
Day 8: Peeing in a Barrel
Day 9: Peeing in an alley
Day 10: Fighting for the toilet
Day 11: Desperate in a Desert
Day 12: Desperate during a Photoshoot
Day 13: Holding it during a performance
Day 14: Desperate at the Mall
Day 15: Peeing in a Bottle
Day 16: Desperate during work
Day 17: Desperate during a mission.
Day 18. Desperate while in a Ferris Wheel
Day 19: Desperate while someone is already in the bathroom
Day 20: Desperate while drunk
Day 21: Assisted Peeing
Day 22: Interrupted while having to go
Day 23:Asking a neighbour to use their toilet
Day 24: Caught peeing in a strange location
Day 25: Locked out of the House
Day 26: Too stubborn to admit it
Day 27: Costume Party
Day 28: On a boat
Day 29: Peeing while disguised as the opposite sex
Day 30: Your choice
Now then,let's get started:
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Day 1: Long walk in the Woods
"I'm so happy i get to see you again after so long." Malon said to Link. The two were now on horseback inside a forest. It had been years since she had last seen the hero. The last time they met each other,the two were still kids. Now as an Adult,Malon was still helping her father run Lon Lon Ranch.
"I really missed you. I'm glad to see you and Epona still get along." Malon said. "sometimes it feels pretty lonely at the ranch without you two."
Malon had dreams of one day getting swept off her feet by a charming knight. As she got older,that dream had slowly disappeared because of her duties. But now that Link had returned,those dreams were starting to resurface. Malon and Link had gotten off Epona and Link began looking through some of the plants. Malon clenched her hands and pressed them against her abdomen. Link's reappearance had been a surprise for her. She wasn't complaining and she had been happy to accept his offer of spending more time with her. But she had not used the outhouse before leaving and she was very quickly regretting that decision. It was really bothering her,but she didn't want to interrupt the trip. She hadn't seen link in forever.
Link returned shortly with a flower and placed it in Malon's hair. This caused Malon to blush for a second and smile.
"Aw....Thank you. You really know how to treat a lady." Malon said. Link himself blushed and scratched his head. The two continued down the woods. They both talked about what they've been up to in the past few years. Link had apparently been through quite the interesting adventure. But every once in a while,her bladder would remind her that she needed to take care of business soon. Whenever he wasn't looking, she would use one of her hands to try and ease the pressure. Eventually,the two stopped and ran off.
"Where are you going?" Malon asked and followed him. The two arrived at a lake. The sight of the flowing water didn't do a good job at distracting Malon from the urge to make her own flowing river. She turned to Link,who had pulled out a fishing rod from....who knows where. He then looked at her and smiled.
"Oh! Uh. Sure! I wouldn't mind doing some fishing." Malon said as she stood alongside him. Link casted his lure and waited for a fish to take the bait. All while Malon was standing there and trying to ignore the twinges going through her body.
Eventually,Link had caught a good amount of fish and the two were on their way again. By now,Malon couldn't stop thinking about how much she needed to pee and it was becoming increasingly clear that she would have to do it here in the forest. Which didn't necessarily bother her,it wouldn't have been the first time she had to take care of business outdoors. She looked at Link and hesitated for a second before asking.
"Link? can we stop? i have to umm..." Link turned to her,causing her to blush.
"...I need to...um......pee" Malon said with her last words trailing off. Link looked surprised for a bit but then nodded and took a few steps away from her. Malon took notice of this and she began looking for cover before settling for a tree a short distance away. She hid behind the tree and was just about to hike up her dress when suddenly.
*Rustle*
Malon let out a squeak and shoved her hands between her legs. Suddenly,Two Deku Babas appeared in front of her,causing her to let out a shriek. She tried to run away,but one of the Deku Babas had managed to get it's jaws around her dress.
"Ah! N-No!" The other Baba was about to take a bite,but link landed in front of them and with one swing,cut both of the Babas in half. Their heads landed on the ground and then disappeared in a puff of smoke. Malon watched as link turned to look at her with a worried look.
"I'm fine. Thanks to you. You're my hero!" Malon said while hugging link. However,another twinge in her bladder caused her to let go of him pretty soon after.
"I uhh...i don't think it's safe to do it here. But i'm not sure i can hold it until we get back." Malon said while standing on one foot and then the other. Link whistled and called Epona to his side. He then went to stand on Epona's left and kept his sword in hand. Link made no other movements and Malon quickly got the message.
She turned around and hiked up her dress. Before pulling down her panties,she looked behind her one last time. Link was still standing there with her back facing her. She smiled and turned back around. In one swift move,she pulled her panties down and then crouched while spreading her legs. She draped her dress in front of her and then closed her eyes to relax.
a stream of pee flowed from her and splattered against the grass below. Malon couldn't help but let out as sigh as the feeling of relief went through her body. She opened her eyes and turned around. He was still standing there,looking away from her with his sword in hand. A blush appeared on Malon's face once again. She looked down again and exhaled as her bladder continued to be emptied. Eventually,the stream weakened and came to a stop. Malon reached for a leaf and used it to wipe herself. She pulled up her underwear and let go of her dress and then returned to Link with a calmer face.
"I'm done. Sorry to keep you waiting." Malon said. Link turned around and gave her an understanding nod. He then sheathed his sword and got back on Epona's back,gently patting the spot behind him. Malon smiled and grabbed Link's hand. He then helped her get on the horse and the two continued with their trip through the forest. Malon rested her head against Link's back and smiled.
"....Maybe one day. Me and him..."
Edited November 2, 2021 by OmoGamer32
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(Hey! I decided I'm going to try to participate in Omovember, based off the prompt list posted in this forum. I most likely won't get a story out for each day, but we'll see. They're all gonna be male because... I am gay. Sorry to all the female desperation people.
Like my last fic, these are characters from a very non-kinky story I'm writing, so names and details have been changed or omitted because obviously I would prefer people not identify me by my characters.
This story was kind of a warm up, so sorry if it's pretty tame. I promise I'll get into more extreme desperation later on. Also, I'll add tags as I post more stories.
Also! One of the characters in this story is nonbinary and uses he/she pronouns; sorry if me switching between the two is confusing to anybody.)
DAY 1: At a Party
Austin was slowly getting used to being invited to Nico’s family’s holiday parties. Having never had much of a family of her own, everything was new to her—the sheer friendliness all around her intimidated her a little, but she was doing her best to adapt. Austin mostly stuck to Nico’s side as he bounced around the party, chatting cheerfully with just about everybody there. When he wasn’t following Nico around, Austin stayed close to the walls and corners, flitting around the edges of the crowd. The massive Christmas tree in the living room was a landmark—if Austin felt overwhelmed, he could head there and Nico, who watched it carefully no matter where he was in the house, would sweep in to rescue him.
It was a cozy atmosphere; underneath the low hum of voices he could hear the fire crackling, and the whole house was decked out in tinsel and warm lights. It helped set her at ease a little. He still felt out of place, his kindness clumsy and manufactured, an imposter in this world of genuinely good people—but it was getting better. It was getting easier.
He had gotten caught up in a conversation with Nico’s mom about the cookies she’d made for the occasion, and in the mess of people he’d lost track of where Nico was. Once Nico’s mom drifted away Austin found herself on her own, standing in the middle of the room. In her nervousness, she retreated to the Christmas tree and stood, chewing her lip as her heartbeat started to pick up. True to his word, though, Nico came bounding over right away. Austin hadn’t even seen him, but somehow he had seen Austin.
“Everything okay?” Nico asked, smiling as brightly as always.
“Everything’s fine,” Austin said. “I just lost track of you.”
“Well, I’m here now!” Nico slung an arm around Austin, who gratefully leaned into the touch. “Were you talking to somebody?”
“Mrs. Jensen,” Austin said.
Nico chuckled. “You don’t have to call her that, you know. She’s my mom.”
“Julia,” Austin corrected.
“You can just say ‘mom,’” Nico said. He retracted his arm, and Austin mourned the loss of warmth. “Hey, I’ll be right back, okay? I have to—”
“Nico!” Although not particularly loud, Nico’s dad’s—Carter’s—voice carried across the room.
“I’m over by the tree!” Nico called. Carter was mostly blind, but he navigated the room with ease—it never ceased to impress Austin how well Carter was able to get around. Now he came quickly to the tree.
“Have you tried the stuffing yet?” Carter asked. “It’s homemade this year—I tried out a recipe I found online and I think it turned out pretty well. What do you think, Austin? Have you tried it?”
“Um—” Austin’s mouth dried up as it always did when someone she didn’t know terribly well approached her. Still, she tried valiantly to respond like a normal person. “Yeah, it’s good.”
Carter smiled, evidently pleased with himself. “Thank you! I’m not much of a cook, but I did my best, and I think it paid off.”
“I haven’t tried it yet,” Nico said. He was talking faster than usual, and as they stood there, he began to shift from foot to foot. “I will, after I use the bathroom.”
He gave Austin a reassuring smile and slipped away into the crowd, leaving her alone with Carter. A bead of sweat rolled down Austin’s neck, her skin growing hot. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Carter—far from it. He was just afraid of messing something up, saying the wrong thing, turning Nico’s family against him.
“How are you liking the party so far?” Carter asked, his voice gentle. He had never been anything but kind to Austin.
“It’s good,” Austin said honestly. “I feel… at home here.”
Carter smiled, that same warm smile Austin knew so well—Nico sure looked like his dad. “I’m glad. That’s exactly what we’re hoping for.”
Nico reappeared after a brief moment. “Bathroom’s occupied,” he said with a sheepish grin, bouncing on his heels.
“Probably will be for a while,” Carter said. “Is there still a line?”
How Carter could tell there was a line was beyond Austin, but Nico sighed and said, “Yeah, big one.”
“Figures,” Carter said, smiling sympathetically. “Always happens right when you need to go, huh?”
“Of course,” Nico laughed. “It’s fine. I’ll wait.”
After some quick words of parting, Carter went off to talk to someone else, leaving just Austin and Nico standing by the tree. Austin peered across the room, trying to get a peek at the bathroom situation. From what he could see, there were indeed a few people standing in line.
“Only having one bathroom must’ve caused some issues when you were younger,” Austin commented.
“You have no idea,” Nico said, and chuckled. “Having two older sisters basically made it a race every morning.” He groaned and bounced a little, bending his knees. “I should not be talking about this right now.”
“Sorry,” Austin said. “We can talk about something else.”
They did. They chatted about nothing of importance, really, just the party and Nico’s family and the TV show they’d been watching together lately. As they talked, Austin couldn’t help but notice Nico was moving more and more, constantly shifting his weight, his thighs pressed together.
“You should probably go to the bathroom now,” Austin said.
Nico shook his head. “I can see from here that there’s still a line. A longer line now, actually.”
“Yeah, but if you don’t get in line you’re never going to be able to go,” Austin pointed out.
“I feel bad leaving you alone for that long,” Nico said, his face flushing a little darker than usual. “Will you be okay by yourself?”
“Don’t worry about me,” Austin said. “I’ll, uh, talk to Julia again or something.”
Nico nodded, apparently too concerned about peeing to bother correcting Austin. “Okay. I’ll be right back.”
He moved quickly across the room. Austin sought out Nico’s mother amongst the many faces at the party—he really tried, but despite his best efforts, he couldn’t find her. He wandered through the room for a while until, defeated and a little overwhelmed, he returned to the tree, simply because it was the only point of reference he had. In a few seconds Nico was there again too. His posture, though, suggested he still hadn’t gotten to use the bathroom; he was bent over a little, one hand resting on his thigh.
“I’m okay,” Austin said quickly, before Nico could ask. “You should get back in line.”
“You sure?” Nico asked. He was blushing still; Austin wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or strain. “You look nervous.”
“Maybe a little,” Austin admitted.
“Then I’m not leaving your side,” Nico said firmly.
Despite himself, Austin had to laugh at Nico’s show of bravado. “I’ll be fine. Seriously. Go pee.”
“I’ll be fine,” Nico insisted. “I can wait till you’re more—ah!”
Before he could finish his sentence, he let out a little gasp and his hand moved to his crotch, briefly squeezing it before letting go and hovering at his side instead. He bit his lip, bouncing rapidly.
“You don’t look like you can wait,” Austin said plainly.
Nico chuckled, but Austin heard the edge of nervousness in it. “I can wait till you’re more comfortable.”
Austin sighed. God, she was completely enamored with this man. “If it’ll make you feel better I’ll wait in line with you.”
“That’s a good compromise,” Nico said, and smiled.
He took Austin’s hand, and together the two of them made their way over to the bathroom. There were four people in line—one he recognized as one of Nico’s twin sisters, another as one of his numerous great-uncles. The other two were people she didn’t know. None of them looked like they needed to go particularly badly. Nico, on the other hand, was practically doing a pee dance right there. He was visibly ashamed, his dark face tinged with red, but didn’t seem to be able to keep still.
The girl at the front of the line caught a glimpse of Nico and laughed good-naturedly. “You may be waiting a while, Nico,” she said—Austin guessed she was one of Nico’s sister’s friends; she looked around their age. “Whoever’s in there has been in there for some time.”
Nico blinked. “Really? That’s not good news for me.” Suddenly he looked much more concerned than he had a few seconds ago. His squirming intensified. Austin tugged on his hand.
“Come with me,” Austin said. “I have an idea.”
Nico tilted his head. “An idea?”
“Just trust me,” Austin said.
She led Nico slowly through the crowd. The slowness was on Nico’s part—his thighs were glued together, so he moved at a snail’s pace. Austin guessed the alcohol served at the party must’ve run right through him.
“Uh, we’re going away from the bathroom,” Nico said.
“I know,” Austin said, “but there’s a good reason for that.”
He pulled Nico through the front door. Outside a few fat snowflakes drifted lazily down, coming to rest on the thick blanket of snow that covered the front lawn. As soon as the cold hit Nico, he yelped and grabbed himself, decorum all but forgotten.
“Crap,” Nico muttered. “I… have to go worse than I thought.”
“I figured as much,” Austin said. “That’s why I’m bringing you out here.”
Nico furrowed his brow, still squeezing his crotch with one hand. “Uh?”
Still dragging Nico along, he went around to the back of the house, where past the fence there was a small copse of trees. Their footsteps crunched through the fresh snow. Nico’s footsteps were more like a snail trail as he shuffled along, never parting his thighs for a second.
“Just go here,” Austin said. “Nobody’s gonna know.”
Nico raised his eyebrows. “You want me to pee in the woods?”
“I mean, unless you’d rather go back inside and wait,” Austin said.
Nico bounced, clearly weighing his options. His mind was made up for him when he let out a gasp and abruptly doubled over.
“Crap,” Nico said again, clutching himself so tightly his knuckles paled. “Okay. You’re right.”
Nico rushed to position himself behind a tree. Austin heard the zip of Nico’s pants being undone and turned away. “I won’t look,” Austin said. “Or listen. I… I mean, I’ll try not to, at least.”
Nico laughed breathlessly. “It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before. I don’t really ca—ah…”
His words became a sigh of relief as the telltale sound of liquid pattering on snow reached Austin’s ears. It went on for a good while—Nico’s bladder must have been pretty full. When at last he finished, he zipped up his pants and sighed again.
“Feel better?” Austin asked.
“You can say that again,” Nico said, and laughed. He came out from behind the tree, still red-faced but looking considerably more relieved. “Alright, let’s get back inside before someone figures out what I’m doing here. I don’t really want my parents knowing I peed in the backyard.”
“And I don’t really want them knowing I encouraged you to do so,” Austin said.
“I’ll have to wash my hands in the kitchen sink,” Nico muttered, then paused. “Also… thanks. I don’t know if I would’ve been able to hold it.”
“No problem,” Austin said, giggling at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. “Next time get in line while you can still hold it rather than worrying about me.”
“Hey, no promises,” Nico said with a grin. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t worry about my princess, huh?”
Austin rolled her eyes, but the swell of warmth in her chest was undeniable. “Let’s just get back to the party.”
Edited November 1, 2021 by mycatisdumb
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(OK! Day 2 done! Important note about this one: the characters aren't human and their species is able to hold it longer than humans can. Please don't try this at home lol.)
Day 2: Peeing While Someone Watches
Castiel wasn’t sure how he’d gotten himself into this mess. It had started two days ago—no, three, he thought; his mind was too fuzzy to recall exactly. As he stood outside the bathroom door, so close to relief but unable to access it, against his will his mind began running through everything that had brought him to this point.
He had last used the restroom here, in this house, nearly three—he was certain of it now—days ago. That seemed to him an awfully long time; though he was sure people had held it longer, it was beyond what he would have expected of his own capacity. Then again, he had never enjoyed going to the bathroom in public spaces, which was, of course, the reason he found himself here, dying to go—he supposed it made some sense for his bladder to be large. Still, this was too much even for him.
His most recent trip to the restroom had been just before he had left for his business trip. He had used the bathroom, then kissed Ethan goodbye and headed out the front door, suitcase in hand. After that… Ugh. He tried desperately to think of something else, but he was far beyond the point where that was a possibility. After that he had gotten on that damn bus. If only the bus had had a bathroom on it, all his problems might have been solved. But it hadn’t.
Their first stop had been to eat lunch, and Castiel, not thinking of his bladder—as indeed most people would not have been at that point—had gulped down several glasses of water. It was summer and hot, and even the short walk from the bus to the cafe had sweat rolling down his back and soaking into his shirt. Back in the present, he whimpered and squeezed himself tighter, if that were possible—thinking about anything liquid was a bad idea. What had happened next? He could hardly remember; it felt an entire eternity away. He had gotten back on the bus, and they had kept driving.
He had felt the urge to go then, needling at him, but had ignored it. He had assumed that the hotel they’d be staying at would have private restrooms. This was one of many mistakes he had made. By the time they had eaten dinner, he had been shifting in his seat every once in a while, his bladder making itself known more and more. Still, he had not hesitated to drink more water. Had he known what awaited him at the hotel, he would have been smarter about his liquid intake. It was useless to beat himself up over it now, but standing there, doubled over, his bladder bulging grotesquely from his abdomen, he hated himself worse than ever.
Because of course, the hotel didn't have private restrooms. There was one bathroom for the entire floor to use. Had he been a regular person, he would have used it—but as he was, debilitated by his social anxiety, he couldn’t bring himself to. He had retreated to his room and laid down in bed, squirming beneath the sheets till he finally fell into a fitful sleep. By the time he awoke the next morning there was a noticeable swell beneath his hip bones. It only continued to grow over the course of the day. He thanked God that the conference he was attending did not require him, specifically, to speak; by the time it was over he was in constant movement and doubted he could’ve kept the strain from his voice.
He and his colleagues had eaten dinner before retiring to the hotel for the night. This time he had used his dumb little brain and had refrained from consuming too much water, but he was still thirsty from the heat and, despite subtly squirming in his chair the entire meal, had ended up sipping at his glass enough to drain it twice. This was around when he got the very stupid idea to hold it until he got home. It’s only one more day, he had thought. I’ve waited this long. Surely I can wait a little longer.
His bladder had already started to ache then. The second he closed the door of his room behind him he was grabbing himself like a child, stepping from foot to foot, the swell of his bladder now visible beneath his shirt if one were to look closely. Despite knowing no one could see him, his face burned with shame. He was an adult—he should have been able to hold it as long as was required without debasing himself by doing a pee dance, right? But oh, did he ever have to go.
He had laid himself down in bed, but had been unable to get more than an hour of nonconsecutive sleep. Sleeping in an unfamiliar bed was difficult enough for him in the best of times; with a full bladder it was nigh impossible. His squirming turned to writhing as the pressure in his bladder grew and grew, rapidly becoming legitimately painful. He kept his eyes fixed on the window in front of him, staring up at the cold and uncaring stars as if they would somehow distract him from his need. They didn’t, of course.
By the time the sun peeked over the horizon he was frantic, unable to keep still, his bladder a heavy throbbing weight in his abdomen. His hands clutched at the sheets, occasionally giving himself a squeeze when he was unable to take the pressure any longer. Holding himself helped minutely. He knew the only true relief he would get would be giving up and using the bathroom, but he was stupid and stubborn and too horribly nervous—what if the restroom was dirty? What if the door didn’t lock properly and someone came in? What if he caught some disease just from setting foot in the bathroom? It was better to just wait, he told himself.
Before leaving his room he squeezed his crotch as tightly as he could. It was probably mainly psychological, but it gave him some assurance that he would be able to hold it. Then he took his briefcase and headed out to the bus. Today he would make the long bus ride home, and at last he would be able to use the restroom. At the thought, his bladder contracted, and he clenched every muscle in his body, his urethra stinging as he forced himself to contain the liters of liquid filling him up. It left him gasping for air, standing just outside his room, thanking God there was no one around to witness his humiliating display of need.
He and his colleagues got onto the bus. He narrowly avoided one starting a conversation with him—there was no way he would’ve been able to divide his attention between talking and holding his bladder. Thankfully, mumbling some excuse about not having slept well was sufficient to get everybody off his back. He made his way slowly to the back of the bus and sat down, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the coolness of the window as his bladder pulsed.
The ride began. The hours trickled by slow as molasses, the pain in his bladder reaching a crescendo, screeching at him to please just give up and empty himself right there on the bus. Of course, he would rather have died than suffer the humiliation of that. He kept his hands firmly planted on his thighs, refusing to give in and grab himself, but was unable to stop himself from shifting in his seat, trying frantically to grind himself against it in an effort to get some modicum of relief. If anyone noticed, they did not comment, and he was too far gone to pay much attention to the reactions of those around him.
Then they hit traffic. He was so focused on his need he didn’t realize until one of his coworkers made an offhanded comment about being late for dinner, and then he looked up through the front window and realized, with a sense of slowly dawning horror, that the bus had stopped. His mind went white with pain and terror. He was going to wet himself. He was going to wet himself in front of all his colleagues and there was nothing he could do about it. Either that, or his bladder was going to rupture. He didn’t know what would be worse.
He had no sense of time; it could have been a minute or an hour before they started moving again. His bladder bulged so horribly that he looked almost pregnant. He prayed no one would notice, or that if they did they would at least have the good sense not to bring it up to him. He was miserable enough without the added humiliation of his coworkers worrying about him. His back hurt, his kidneys hurt, his legs hurt from pressing so tightly together. Eventually he gave in and held himself, and soon his hand started to cramp too from how hard he was clutching himself. He was in agony.
He didn’t notice they had arrived until someone nudged him and said, “Castiel, isn’t this your stop?” He looked out the window and his foggy brain recognized his own home. Oh, thank God!
“Ye—yes,” he stammered. “Thank you.”
He forced his hand away from his crotch and staggered off the bus, unable to stand up straight. The second the bus pulled away he doubled over, gritting his teeth against the excruciating pain in his bladder, which now that he was standing was fighting the relentless pull of gravity even harder. He stumbled up to the front door and dug through his pockets for his key, holding himself with his other hand. It took him several tries to force the key into the lock. He swung open the door and managed to get inside before his legs gave way and he collapsed to his knees, the tip of his penis burning, his whole body on fire.
Oh, god, he thought, tipping his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. I’m so close. I’m so close. Close to the bathroom or close to pissing himself, he wasn’t sure.
He opened his eyes and forced himself to his feet. He had to keep moving. If he paused again he’d lose control for sure. He had reached the bathroom and then—stopped. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. The door was closed. The bathroom was occupied. The shower was running. Fuck.
Now he arrived back in the present. The horrible sound of water sent a stab of white-hot agony through his tortured bladder and he cried out loud, both hands now gripping his crotch. He pressed his forehead to the bathroom door, tears pricking at his eyes. He had to go. He had to go now. He couldn’t wait. I’m sorry, Ethan, he thought distantly, and then opened the door.
“Castiel?” came Ethan’s concerned voice from behind the shower curtain. “Hey, what’re you—?” The curtain pulled back. There stood Ethan, staring at him with a look of bewilderment. Ethan’s eyes trailed down to where his hands were locked on his crotch, then back up to the bulge of his bladder. “Oh,” Ethan said. “Oh shit, Castiel.”
“I’m sorry,” he choked out. “I can’t—I can’t—”
“Holy shit,” Ethan said. “It’s fine. Just go.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. In a daze, he moved to the toilet. He had to let go of himself to unzip his jeans and for a moment really thought all this would be for nothing and he would piss himself right there, but he didn’t. He pulled out his dick and positioned himself over the toilet, ready for the most incredible, dizzying relief of his life. And… nothing.
“I can’t,” he cried. “It’s not—I have to go so badly but it’s not—”
His bladder, whether from anxiety or simply because he had held it so ridiculously long, had locked up tight. Trying to force it was so agonizing that his mind went blank and he thought he might pass out. Then—then Ethan was there, standing next to him, still fully nude and dripping with water.
“It’s okay,” Ethan said, his voice soothing. “You’re okay. Holy shit, Castiel, how long have you been waiting?”
“Haven’t—haven’t gone since—” He shut his eyes. Being able to see the toilet was too much. “Since I left the house.”
“Holy fuck,” Ethan said. “Are you serious?”
Castiel nodded miserably, the tears finally forcing their way out and rolling down his cheeks. Everything hurt so much and he couldn’t go. Oh, God, am I going to have to go to the hospital? I’ll explode before I even get there.
He felt Ethan’s hand on his back. “Honey,” Ethan said, “I love you, so much, but what the actual fuck?”
“Hotel,” he gasped out. “Didn’t… didn’t have a… private restroom. I couldn’t… I just…”
“It’s been almost three days,” Ethan said. “I know we can hold it longer than humans, but that’s actually insane.”
“I know that,” Castiel whimpered. “I know. I’m sorry.”
“No, I—I’m sorry.” Ethan’s hand began rubbing his back, and slowly his sore muscles started to relax. “I’m not trying to scold you. I’m just worried, sweetheart.”
“I—ah!” Whatever he was going to say was cut off as the tiniest, most painful trickle of urine splashed into the toilet. His eyes still shut, he leaned his head back, trying to focus only on the feeling of Ethan’s hand working its way into the base of his spine. At last his body relaxed enough to go. It didn’t feel good; it hurt, badly. His whole lower body ached with a fierceness unlike anything he had ever known. He stood there for what must’ve been minutes, shaking and crying as he finally released the liters of piss he’d been holding for so fucking long.
At last his stream died down. He burned with shame and pain. Even having been emptied, his bladder hardly felt any better. His knees gave out once again and he fell to the floor. He opened his eyes and looked up to see Ethan staring at him wide-eyed, his brows knitted together with concern.
“Jesus,” Ethan said. “Are… you okay?”
He shook his head, hot tears flowing freely down his face. “I feel like shit,” he whispered.
“Yeah, no kidding.” Ethan helped him to his feet. Moving on autopilot, he flushed the toilet and washed his hands, then walked out into the bedroom and collapsed into bed, burying his face in the pillow. Ethan trailed behind him.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, voice muffled.
Ethan sat down on the bed beside him and resumed rubbing his back. “You’re okay,” Ethan said. “Just… I mean, do you think you really hurt anything? Do you need to see somebody?”
“I don’t think so,” Castiel said, turning his face so Ethan could hear him. He closed his eyes again—he couldn’t bear to see Ethan’s worried expression. “I… just… am going to be sore for a long time, I think.”
He was beginning to calm a little. The warmth of Ethan’s hand helped his agonized muscles unclench. Only now did he realize how utterly exhausted he was. His body felt heavy and hot and sore.
“Yeah, no kidding,” Ethan said. “Just promise me one thing, okay?”
“What?”
“Promise me you aren’t going to hold your piss that long ever again,” Ethan said.
Despite himself, Castiel laughed; it was a small, broken laugh, but a laugh nonetheless. “Believe me,” he said, “I’m not planning on it.”
He woke up several times throughout the night in desperate need to use the restroom, and had to call out of work the next day because his lower body was so sore he could hardly walk, but Ethan dutifully stayed by his side, plying him with liquids to keep his kidneys working, and slowly Castiel began to recover from his ordeal. What he took away from it could be summed up in his words to Ethan the next morning: “Next time I’m just going to use the goddamn public restroom.” |
"Remember! Don't be late for tomorrow! Or imma gonna have to dock your pay!" Wario said. Those words feel on deaf ears as Mona hastily made her way out of the office. She had one hand on her abdomen while running and her face as incredibly sweaty. She stopped in front of a door and groaned as she saw the out of order sign that had been standing there for several hours now.
"Oh. Why does Wario have to be so slow with these things?" Mona asked. As much as she admired and loved Wario,she was still able to see his flaws. And his laziness was definitely the one that bothered her the most. The drinks here were pretty delicious,but they had made their way to Mona's bladder during the remaining work hours and she hadn't had a chance to go for the rest of the day because of that very sign. Why Wario didn't get someone to fix it during those hours is something she chalked up to,again,his laziness.
"Oh! I need to hurry!" Mona said as she bolted to the Warioware Inc. Parking lot where her motor was waiting. She stopped in front of the motor and crossed her legs tighter. She was absolutely bursting and she wasn't sure she could make it all the way home. She looked around the parking lot and blushed.
"Nobody will notice. I don't think Wario will mind if..." Mona said as she carefully hid behind her motor. She lifted her red dress and grabbed the waist of her panties.
"Hey! Mona!"
...and then she hastily readjusted her dress and looked at the source of the voice. 9-Volt approached her with a smile.
"Oh! Hey! How are you doing little guy?" Mona asked.
"I'm fine. Just tired. Working here can be pretty difficult." 9-Volt said.
"....i agree. Wario really does expect perfection." Mona said,trying to hide how badly she needed to go.
"Well,i'm heading home now. I got a new game recently and i really want to continue playing it." 9-Volt said.
"Okay! Have a nice day!" Mona said as she watched the Nintendo fan skate away. She looked at the entrance and saw the other employees approaching the parking lot. Mona clicked her tongue.
"There's no way i can do it here with all of them watching..." Mona said to herself. She got onto her motor and took a few seconds to make sure her bladder was under control. Once she was sure,she took of at a speed that surprised the co-workers.
"Wow! She must really want to get home!" Dribble said.
Mona continued to drive forward while clenching her teeth. She wanted to got faster,but she didn't want to risk getting pulled over by one of the cops. She continued driving until she eventually had to stop at a crosswalk. A nearby person gave a signal and many kids began strolling across the crosswalk. A stroll that was to slow for Mona's liking.
"C'mon! Hurry!" Mona said, almost subconsciously pressing the horn on her motor. She used one of her hands to try and ease the pressure in her bladder. Eventually,the person signaled her to keep driving,which Mona happily did.She continued driving until she eventually came at another crosswalk-related stop.
"Aha! If it isn't Mona!" A voice said. Mona turned to her left and saw Vanessa standing there with a grin.
"Oh. H-Hi Vanessa!" Mona said.
"I really hope you've been practicing! Because i'm going to beat you at the next performance!" Vanessa said.
"Y-yeah. How nice." Mona said said as she kept her eyes on the passing cars.
"Don't "how nice" me! I WILL beat you this time! I've put a lot of thought in my songs and.." Vanessa said. However,Mona tuned her out to focus on the road. As soon as the cars stopped passing by...
"So watch out! Cause you are gonna-"
"Sorry! Gotta go! Bye!" Mona said and almost immediately,she zoomed away from Vanessa.
"H-Hey! Get back here! I wasn't done!" Vanessa said.
"Just a bit more! Just a bit more! Just a bit more!" Mona said as she continued driving. Eventually she arrived at her house. Or more accurately: Her mansion. She hastily stepped off her bike and took of her helmet. She approached the door with both hands on her crotch and she pulled out the key from her jacket.
The door was unlocked. She hastily took off her jacket and dashed through the hallways of her mansion. But her running came to a stop by a sudden spasm in her bladder.
"Ahh! No!" Mona stood still and tightly crossed legs. Mona saw a few shadows in the corner of her eyes. She looked and saw her pets standing there. A pig,and elephant and a monkey.
"Oh! Hey! I-i'm fine! I'm just...ngh..." Mona said as she tried to move forward. However,she felt another spasm.
"Ahh! I can't hold it! I need to go now!" Mona blurted out. But the bathroom was still so far away. Oh the drawbacks of having a massive home. Mona's Monkey put on his glasses and looked around. He then hopped away entered another door. Mona didn't understand why,but she tried to take another step forward. However,she felt yet another spasm. Causing her to stiffen up one again.
"Oh! I'm so close!" Mona said as she stood still. She was too scared to move now. However,her Monkey soon returned with a bucket in it's hand. He then placed it in front of Mona and backflipped.
"Huh? You want me to go in that? That's-ahhh!" Mona said as she squeezed her bladder again. She wanted to protest against it,but her bladder was protesting HER decision not to. She hastily stood over the bucket and lifted up her dress. Her red panties were already a little bit wet and if the didn't act now,they were gonna be even wetter. She quickly pulled them down and threw them to the side. A spurt escaped and landed inside the bucket. She quickly sat down and immediately lost control.
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Mona said. Her face had turned completely red and she had a look of pure bliss. All the pressure had built up during work hours escaped her body and crashed into the bucket. Her pets watched in awe as their owner continued to relieve herself inside the bucket. It went on for quickly awhile,way longer than they had ever peed. Eventually,the sound inside the bucket weakened and Mona let out one satisfied sigh.
"Oh! That's much better." She said. She then looked to her side and saw her pets staring at her.
"S-Sorry you had to see that! It's not something I usually do! Don't copy me!" Mona said as she pointed at her pets. The pets giggled and gave her a thumbs up.
"Umm...Can you guys maybe get me some toilet paper?" Mona asked. The Monkey gave two thumbs up and hopped away again. Mona looked at the panties she threw away and sighed.
"Wario really needs to hire someone to fix the toilets faster." |
It begins! As stated before, I won't be doing all of the prompts this time. I will, however, try to do roughly one every other day, since I currently have 15 planned.
(For the full list, see here: https://www.omorashi.org/topic/71531-omovember-2021-prompts-list/ )
For this first one, inspiration came while I was playing The Outer Worlds and came across a quote that got me thinking. Namely, Elijah's first line, which I included verbatim and grew my story from. Enjoy!
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Day 1: At a party/drunk Nyoka (The Outer Worlds)
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Of all the planets in the Halcyon System, Monarch had to be the most desolate and deadly. It was an arid wasteland infested with vicious raptidons and mantisaurs, and the few vestiges of civilization weren’t much better. Stellar Bay, the planet’s main hub, was a run-down outpost with an inescapable odor of fish. Still, there were bright spots, chief among them being The Yacht Club. It was Stellar Bay’s main bar and despite the fact that there were no actual yachts there, it was a decent place to get a drink. Most nights, Nyoka was there.
Nyoka finished her seventh beer and turned to the young man next to her. “To shreds, you say?”
“That’s right,” he replied, voice swelling with pride. “That mantiqueen slaughtered them in seconds. But I wasn’t scared. I grabbed my rifle, and as it breathed fire at me-”
“Hold it,” Nyoka interrupted. “Breathing fire? I knew your story was bullshit.”
“W-what?” the man stammered. “No, I swear-”
“Save it,” said Nyoka. “Maguire, gimme another.” The bartender obliged, and Nyoka continued.
“First of all, mantiqueens don’t breathe fire. Take it from the greatest hunter on Monarch. You wanna know what they do? They spit plasma, and that shit’s much worse. At least fire kills you quickly. Plasma, though? It eats away at you bit by bit, and you die screaming as you…”
Nyoka trailed off. The stool next to her was suddenly empty. Behind the counter, Maguire sighed.
“That’s the fifth one this week. You gotta stop scaring off my customers!”
“Hey, I’m scaring them straight,” Nyoka protested. “We don’t need any more people chasing monsters to try and impress me. Plus, I drink enough for five people anyway!”
“Can’t argue there,” Maguire muttered.
“Another,” Nyoka ordered, slurring slightly. The bartender obliged, but with a word of warning.
“After this one, I’m cutting you off.”
“Aw, c’mon,” Nyoka protested. “You know I got enough Bits for more.”
“I don’t care,” said Maguire, crossing his arms. “I don’t need you puking all over my walls again. So you better savor this one, because it’s your last.”
Nyoka did as he advised, nursing her beer over a period of several minutes. When the bottle was finally empty, she looked up and found that the room was spinning. She closed her eyes and shook her head, sending her magenta dreadlocks flying, but when she looked again, the situation hadn’t improved.
“Shit,” Nyoka muttered. “Guess all that booze fuh-finally caught up with me.” Putting her hands on the bar to steady herself, the drunk hunter slowly rose from her stool. Standing up, Nyoka felt another effect of the alcohol. In her sitting position, Nyoka hadn’t realized how full her bladder was. Now, however, she could feel all of the liquid sloshing around inside her.
“‘Scuse me, Maguire,” said Nyoka, handing over the Bits to pay her tab. “Gotta take a leak.”
“Mm-hm,” the bartender mumbled, counting her change. “You know where to go.”
On somewhat shaky legs, Nyoka headed for the ladies’ room. She had barely gone ten feet, however, when she ran into a problem: a line of women, at least a dozen of them, stood between her and the restroom. Nyoka’s heart sank as she saw several of them were fidgeting with pained looks of desperation on their faces. Clearly, it was going to be a while.
“Maguire!” she shouted. “What’s with all the ladies?”
“Well,” the bartender explained, “you’ve been driving a lot of the men away with your horror stories. They’re the only ones left!”
Makes sense, Nyoka thought. Women aren’t constantly trying to hit on me. At least, not quite as often…
“Ah! No!” The cry shook Nyoka from her introspection. She looked towards the source and a terrible sight met her eyes. The wait had apparently been too long for one of the women in line, who was now sobbing as the crotch of her pants darkened. A growing yellow puddle lay at her feet, and Nyoka felt her bladder clench in sympathy. She crossed her legs, shut her eyes and prayed for the line to move, her urge to pee getting worse by the second. Nyoka squirmed as she willed herself to hold it in, even as her bladder screamed in protest.
“Hurry up hurry up hurry up hurry up,” she repeated breathlessly.
Eventually, Nyoka couldn’t wait any longer. With her bladder ready to burst, she dared to open her eyes.
“Fuck!” she cried. The line had shrunk by two people, three at the most. Most of the women had abandoned all sense of dignity as they clutched themselves, dancing in place in an effort to stave off the inevitable. Nyoka felt a short jet of pee leak out of her, and in that instant she knew she wouldn’t make it. The line was moving too slowly, and with all the beer she had drank, the mess would be huge if she wet herself. Nyoka briefly considered the men’s room, but the sounds of retching from within put a swift stop to that. With no other options, she dashed out the front door, hands squeezed between her legs.
Outside, Nyoka looked around desperately for a place where nobody would see her. Plenty of people walked the streets even at this hour, but she spotted an alley behind The Yacht Club that looked deserted. Nyoka quickly ducked into the alley, where she found out that looks were deceiving.
“Hey, what’re you doing here?” The speaker stepped out of the shadows, revealing himself to be a rough-looking man in a worker’s cap and overalls. Three others, dressed similarly, lurked behind him. Nyoka recognized the first man as Elijah, a lowlife working for Sublight Salvage. “This is our secret alley,” Elijah continued. “Berta already pissed by those crates to mark it.” He gestured towards the scraggly-haired woman next to him, who grinned with pride.
At the word “piss,” Nyoka felt another drop leak out. She knew Elijah could be trouble, but she wasn’t going to let him stop her, not when relief was so close.
“Izzat so?” Nyoka retorted. She undid her belt. “We’ll see about that.”
“If it’s a fight you want,” Elijah sneered, “then- hey, hey, what the fuck are you doing?”
Nyoka had dropped her pants and underwear and was now standing with her legs spread wide. With no time to squat, she simply tilted her hips back and let loose, releasing a torrent of urine. It hit the ground with a loud splash, sending droplets flying. Nyoka moaned in relief as she kept peeing, steam rising from the growing golden pool at her feet. She felt a few rivulets running down her legs, and she had almost certainly splashed her boots, but she didn’t care; emptying her bladder after so long simply felt incredible.
After a solid minute, Nyoka was finally drained. She shook herself dry, redressed, then turned to face a wide-eyed Berta.
“See that?” she bragged, pointing at the massive puddle she had left behind. “It’s my secret alley now, bitch!” Berta and her colleagues were silent for a moment, seemingly in awe. Then…
“She pissed on our turf!” Elijah shouted. “Get her!”
“This’ll be fun,” Nyoka said to herself as the thugs charged.
The fight lasted less than a minute. Nyoka might have done the most drinking that night, but the next morning, Elijah and company would have the biggest headaches.
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Next up: Peeing while someone watches |
"How are we doing,Daisy?" Peach asked. Daisy looked behind her and had a small smile.
"Everyone is lagging behind!" She said almost proudly.
"Alright! There's only one lap left!" Peach said. The two were now racing on Luigi's circuit and were in the lead.
"Okay,good! Let's,ahh! hurry up and finish this race already!" Daisy said while hopping up and down in what Peach could only assume to be excitement. Peach had then come to notice that she had been doing that for most of the race.
"You seem pretty excited. You really want to win that trophy,don't you?" Peach said. Daisy smiled nervously.
"Hehehe...uh,that's one of the reasons." Daisy said.
"One of? What's the other?" Peach asked. At that moment,Daisy pressed one of her hands against the front of her dress.
"I really need to pee!" Daisy blurted out pretty loudly. Peach turned red and whispered.
"D-Daisy! Don't say stuff like that so loudly!" Peach said.
"Why? Is something that everyone has to do. I...oh...Even if it's unbecoming of a princess. There's nobody around to- EEK!" Daisy let out as a Red Shell collided with the back of their Kart. Another Kart belonging to the Koopa and the Paratroopa zoomed past the two princesses. Peach after recovering from the hit,Peach continued driving.
"Is everything alright back there,Daisy?" Peach asked.
"I! O-one moment!" Daisy said while dangling from the back of the kart. using all her upper body strength,she was soon standing behind the handle again.
"Oh! We need to hurry!" Daisy said while hopping up and down.
"There's an item box up ahead,cross your fingers!" Peach said. The kart went through the item box and a roulette began spinning inside the kart. After a little bit of spinning,the roulette stopped and spawned three Mushrooms.
"Alright! Daisy,can you take the wheel for a bit?" Peach said as she turned around. the two princesses quickly swapped position. upon sitting down,Daisy felt another jolt in her body,causing her to cross her legs tighter.
"Peach! Hurry up!" Daisy said.
"Now now,Daisy! I'm waiting for the right moment!" Peach said as she carefully observed the racers up ahead.
"Alright,Drift!" Peach said. Daisy did as told and Peach used the Mushrooms for a boost, soon they zoomed past the racer up ahead and with the help of the extra boost they gained from drifting,they were soon back in the lead.
"Yeah! We're back in the lead! And we're very close to the finish line!" Peach said.
"Ah! Thank goodness.." Daisy said.
"Wait,what's that hissing noise?" Peach asked.
"Oh! Peach! can you not?!" Daisy said as she pressed her hand harder against her groin. Daisy's body soon turned pale when she saw the source of the noise: a Spiny Shell.
"Oh,why now?!" Daisy whined. Not only did this happen while they were close to the finish line,but there was no way her bladder was gonna handle a blue shell exploding.
"Well,there goes first place." Peach sighed. Daisy panicked and gritted her teeth as she saw the Blue,spiky shell get closer and closer.
"Wait,this may sound a bit crazy,but i have an idea!" Daisy said. She had heard of a tactic used to dodge Blue shells during the first double dash tournament.
"Huh? What are you-" Daisy made the kart drift,causing sparks to fly out of the wheels. Daisy's heart pounded as she saw the Blue shell looming behind them,getting ready to strike.
"C'mon! Please..." Daisy said while sweating and crossing her legs. The blue shell floated in place for a second and then in split second,boosted forward. Daisy lifted her feet of the pedal and boosted with the sparks she had built up. The blue shell,flew by and missed the kart by a few inches,it then collided with one of the sponsor banners and exploded.
"Holy stars! i did it!" Daisy said! "I'm the bes-argh!" Daisy said as she crossed her legs even tighter,her momentary excitement almost making her lose control of a more important matter.
The princesses crossed the finish line and had finished the race in first. Peach smiled and looked at daisy.
"We did it! that was awesome dai-"
"I HAVE TO PULL OVER! NOW!!!!" Daisy yelled out loudly,stopping the kart in front of a few pipes.
"Wait! Don't tell me you're-"
"Shhhh!" Daisy whispered while holding onto the wheel of the Kart tightly. All the other Competitors had crossed the line and were now driving past them. Once they were all gone,Daisy jumped out of the kart and ran towards one of the sponsor boards.
"If someone comes back,keep them distracted!" Daisy said as she hid behind the board,leaving Peach utterly surprised. Daisy hastily lifted up her dress and pulled down an orange thong. She hastily draped her dress in front of her and bent over while leaning her free hand against the board for support. Almost immediately,a strong stream of urine jetted out of her body,splattering against the grass under her. Despite the risk of somebody hearing her,Daisy couldn't help but let out a moan as she released all the urine she had been holding throughout the race. She kept her hands against the board,closing her eyes and relishing in the feeling of relief that she felt right now. Eventually,her stream had come to an end. Daisy pulled up her panties and dropped her dress, Not bothering to look for something to wipe herself with. She peeked from behind the board and saw the Mario Brothers driving off. Once the coast was clear,she approached Peach with a smile.
"Oh good. You're back. They were incredibly confused when they saw that we stopped driving. I can't believe you actually did that." Peach said.
"Hey! When you gotta go,You gotta go! I was gonna wet myself soon if I hadn't done it back there!" Daisy said while jumping back inside the car. The kart started up and the two princesses soon sped to the next racetrack. |
"Well,I'm happy with how it turned out." Yuri said as she looked at the painting me and her had made for the festival.
"Yeah,me too" i replied. "Are you going to add to the lettering now?"
"Not yet,it needs to dry first."
"Won't that take a while?" i asked. Yuri looked away played with her hair.
"I suppose." Yuri said.
"Well....Maybe we can do something while we wait?" i suggested.
"I suppose we could. i don't need to be home at the moment. What do you suggest we do?" Yuri asked. I got up from the table and looked through my shelve. There were plenty of books to read and plenty of movies to watch. i looked down and grabbed one of the covers.
"Is that....a movie adaptation of the Portrait of Markov?" Yuri asked.
"Yup,bought it very recently. I meant to watch it earlier this week,but i the literature club has been eating up most of my time" i replied. Yuri was staring at the box-art in awe. She's a fan of films and novels themed around the supernatural, and we've been talking a lot about the book.
"Do you want to watch it?" I asked. Yuri looked nervous for a second,but she nodded and went to the tv. I gave her the box and went to the kitchen to get some snacks. When i came,Yuri was waiting for all the logos to pass by. I put the food and drinks down and sat next to her,she looked at me for split second and then went back to looking at the screen. I saw the blush on her face. But she did that a lot,so i shrugged it off. The movie starts and were introduced to the main character,a girl that has recently moved in with her sister.
we were about fifteen minutes into the film and my eyes remained glued to the screen. Much like the book,the movie got more and more bizarre and creepy with time. And so far nothing has been different from the movie adaptation,which is a good sign. I grab a snack and take a bite out of it while keeping my eyes on the movie. I glanced to the side and saw Yuri. She seemed to be just as into the movie as me. However,that blush was still there. Maybe she was still not used to being alone with me.
We continued to watch the movie and i was getting more and more into it. Around the halfway point,the main character begins having trouble with who to trust. I took another bite of my snack while glancing at yuri. She looked a bit nervous now. More nervous than when we started the movie. She was no longer smiling and she was rubbing her legs together slightly. She looked at me and then quickly averted eye contact. She silently reached for a cup of soda and kept her eyes on the film. I looked away and continued watching.
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We were an hour into the film and of course,much like the book things took a much darker turn. The visuals really impressed me,but at the same time they also made my stomach turn. I once again turned to Yuri and she looked even more nervous than a half hour ago. Her hand was between her thighs,she was sweating and she seemed to have more trouble focusing on the film. That's when i realised what was going on,she needed to pee. And judging by her body language,she needed to do so pretty badly.
I wasn't sure what to do. I'm really enjoying the film so far,but there is a pause button. So it's not like we can't take a short break. On the other hand,Yuri is already pretty shy as is and i don't want to embarrass her by bringing it up. She looked at me again and quickly adjusted her position. I scratched my nose and turned back towards the screen. I guess i'll just wait until she decides to excuse herself.
Another half hour had passed and the point we were watching right now was something that happened near the end of the book. I looked back at Yuri,she looked even more anxious now. She was bobbing one of her legs up and down and both her hands were pressed against her crotch. I looked away before she could see me and continued watching the movie. Looks like she really was planning to hold it until the movie was over. I kept watching the movie and there was a scene where the protagonist enters a bathroom. Weird...i don't remember seeing this in the book. i turned to Yuri and her face was even more red. What happened next probably didn't help; The protagonist had entered one of the stalls and did her business there. I just awkwardly looked to my side and i noticed Yuri trying her hardest to ignore the scene.
"I'm...S-sorry. Can you umm..." Yuri said with her face turning redder. I grabbed the remote and paused the movie. Yuri got up and averted eye contact once again.
"I umm...i'm sorry to ask but...If you don't mind. um..can i use your...umm...."
"To the left in the hallway." i replied. Yuri nodded and exited the room at a slow pace. However,once she was in the hallway,i heard some pretty loud and quick footsteps. She must've ran to the bathroom.
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Yuri closed the door behind her and locked it. She turned behind her and a small smile appeared on her face upon eyeing the toilet she had been so desperately wanting to visit while watching the movie. She wasted no time pulling down her pants and panties. She sat down on the toilet and one second later, a trickle of clear urine escaped from her most private part.
"Hmmm...." Yuri said. Putting one hand on her mouth to try and block the moans escaping from her. Sure,she doubted she could be heard in here,but she didn't want to risk it. She already felt embarrassed enough having to ask for the bathroom. But that embarrassment had now been replaced with relief as her bladder let out all the pressure that had built up during the movie. The relief soon came to an end and Yuri let out one last sigh. She looked at her panties and smiled,there seemed to be no leaks. This made her happy as she recalled some other times where she wasn't able to make it to a toilet without some damage. She reached for the toilet paper and then wiped herself. She then pulled up her panties and pants and flushed the toilet.
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I was messing with the remote while waiting for Yuri to come back. I had decided to fast forward through the toilet scene. Even when Yuri returns,i think she might still be a bit uncomfortable with the scene. Speaking of Yuri,she returned with a blush on her face. She looked more relaxed now,but still a little embarrassed.
"S-Sorry. i couldn't hold it until...."
"It's fine. You didn't have to hold it until now,you know? you could've asked me a lot sooner and i would've paused the film." i said. Yuri turned even redder and looked away.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of Yuri..." i said.
"Y-Yeah..." Yuri replied. She then sat down next to me and we continued watching the film. There only seemed to be 15 minutes left to watch. i looked at Yuri again and she seemed to have an easier time focusing now,as she looked more impressed than she had been during the past hour. I smiled and looked at the movie. However,after a few minutes i paused the film.
"Huh? What's the matter?" Yuri asked.
"I'm sorry to interrupt but uh....now I have to pee." i said with a nervous chuckle. |
Hi everyone, I've been doing some more writing. I've been trying to write for my other story, The Disgraced Knight, but I found that every time I tried to write that, I've instead been coming up with ideas for this one, so I figured I'd make a start here, so that I can get something out. Hopefully, once I've gotten down what I want to here, I'll be able to think about the stuff for The Disgraced Knight and start to advance that one again too. Probably not.
The plan for this story is to set it up with a few chronological installments to begin with, then after that just write isolated descriptions of notable events. This more free-form structure should allow it to be a sort of dumping ground for ideas that I can't shift or easily write into my other stories.
World-wise, this story's world shares a fair amount in common with The Disgraced Knight - my modifications to ordinary biology and physics are the same (nobody poops, magic exists, magic affects the urinary system as described a bit later), but the magic of this world is less in-your-face than in The Disgraced Knight, considered a rare myth rather than something everyone can do, and even when the main character gets access to it, it's a minor effect that solves a specific problem, rather than a multitool.
Anyway, here's the story:
Secretly Female
Darkened scenery rolled past the window of the carriage and the Western sky glowed softly with the last embers of daylight. Holly's eyes began to grow heavy as the low rumble of wheels against the road lulled her into a stupor.
“...for the foreseeable future, you will be living as a man,” her father continued as she drifted in and out of consciousness. “I know it will be hard, but our future rests on your ability to graduate...”
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Holly Green is a member of the Green family, a minor house of the nobility of the Kingdom of Flava. She is the only child of the current Green patriarch, Aspen Green and her mother is unable to bear more children. Neither divorce nor adoption are recognised in the Kingdom for heredity purposes. This leaves Aspen little choice to ensure the continuity of his house: Holly must be presented as a male, and live publicly as such for the rest of her life. For the most part, this should not be too difficult – most nobles have plenty of opportunity for privacy, usually only needing to make occasional, carefully planned appearances in public. However, there is one stumbling block in this otherwise simple conundrum: it is a tradition for all male Flavan nobles to attend Sir Montfort's Academy for The Brave – a male-only military college. It's an old tradition, hearkening back to the time nobles were expected to lead soldiers in battle, but it is still considered important, and particularly so for members of conservative factions such as the Green family.
Sir Montfort's Academy is heavily regimented; a place where, even for major nobility, the orders of the faculty are law. Students are allowed little freedom or privacy, and are expected to live and work together as if they were soldiers in a unit. The curriculum includes scholarly subjects – language and mathematics, as well as tactics and combat. Students must excel in all aspects in order to graduate, and those who fail are often seen as unfit to succeed their parents. Students are under a lot of pressure, and the grading is competitive, so there is incentive for students to reduce their competition by getting others expelled.
This is where Holly is headed at this moment. Until now, she's had the freedom to live as a woman, only donning masculine clothing and binding her breasts for short appearances in front of visiting nobles, but now she will need to feign masculinity at all times, for the moment she lets her secret slip, her house will collapse into infighting, and she'll be left destitute as an exile or even slain by a title claimant.
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Holly continued to drift in and out of sleep as the carriage approached the capital. Her dreams alternated between happy memories of a peaceful childhood, and anxious nightmares of her possible futures. Her father's voice drifted in and out of her mind; he'd been speaking now non-stop for hours, explaining the same things over and over again. A deep throb swelled in her lower abdomen, causing her to squirm slightly as she slept.
“Rather late for a new student aren't you? Lessons start tomorrow morning, your son will have no time to get settled.” An unidentified voice cut through the haze. Barely registering the situation, Holly began to drift off again as her father responded: “our journey was long, and we were delayed. It's unfortunate but unavoidable.”
Next thing she knew, her father was shaking her awake. “We're here sweetie. It's time to go.”
She lifted herself slowly, still in a stupor, and began stumbling out of the carriage, toward the building ahead, as her father continued: “Don't forget what I've told you: you must make it to graduation, for the sake of all our futures.” He guided the disoriented girl towards her new dorm room. “Your mother and I love you, and we'll see you again at your award ceremony in two years.” Holly staggered into the dorm room, too tired to acknowledge the building sense of pressure in her abdomen as she fell into the empty bed in front of her, falling back to sleep as soon as she slammed onto the tough mattress. In a final act of parenting, her father covered her with the quilt and patted her head, tousling her blonde bob-cut (considered a unisex hairstyle in Flava), before retreating to the carriage, praying silently for his daughter's success...
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Holly cradled her crotch in her hands as she sat in a far corner of the classroom, on a bench by the window. She recognised the surroundings as her old school, which she'd attended as a girl by pretending to be the daughter of a nonspecific wealthy merchant. The teacher was droning on about something she already knew, but she couldn't concentrate on the lesson anyway. Looking down, she saw her bladder protruding from her belly unphysically, stretching out the material of the dress that was definitely not her school uniform, and almost making her look pregnant. Something was clearly not right, but she was too desperate to think about anything except finding a toilet.
At that moment, the bell rang, and the teacher dismissed the class promptly with an “Ah, it seems I rambled somewhat excessively. No matter; class dismissed. Your homework is due tomorrow, I expect you all to hand it in on time.” Forcing herself up, Holly found herself already standing in the hallway. She also found that she'd changed clothes into her school uniform and that her belly was no longer distended. She began to stumble along the hallway, clasping her hands together and pressing them into her lap. A sudden spasm forced hot urine into her urethra, and she tripped on her legs as she tried to drop into a squat. She braced for the impact, but as the floor came up to meet her, she found herself standing at the bank of a river which sparkled in the sunlight. The clear blue water was tantalising, and even as she realised she could hear the giggles of her friends playing a short distance away, she was already pulling her tights and panties down, ready to pee. She lifted her skirt, and with her tights and panties at her ankles, clearly in the way, she leant back and began to relax. As a frothing stream burst forth from her tortured sphincter, the dream melted away, and the girl began to wake.
She started at the sensation of liquid flowing from her sphincter as she realised she was still in bed. Warmth began to blossom in her nethers, creeping slowly outward. Shoving her hands into her dampening crotch, she squeezed tightly, pulling her legs into the foetal position, and quickly managed to stem the flow. Her bladder protested violently at this action, contracting forcefully as she pressed a finger against her sphincter. Opening her eyes, she looked down, lifting her quilt to examine her situation. Her new school-issue olive-green pyjamas (which she vaguely remembered putting on during the carriage ride last night) had a distinct dark patch around where she'd grabbed them with her hands, and a series of rivulets spreading to the left, down toward the bed. Most of the wetness was contained in her clothing; it was clear that she'd begun to pee the moment she awoke and that she'd successfully averted disaster with her quick actions.
She lowered her quilt and looked around the room. It was a long, narrow structure with roughly twenty beds along its length. The head of each bed was touching one of the walls, and there were large chests at their feet. A narrow corridor between the two rows of beds provided some space to move around. One long side of the room had doors at either end, and the other had narrow windows set high between every other bed. She twisted awkwardly, trying to look to either side of her without jostling her overfull bladder, and found her suitcase, still packed, by her bedside. She wiped her hands on her pyjama jacket before reaching for the bag, and squirmed uncomfortably as she pulled it up onto her bed. Still covering herself with her quilt, she sat up cross-legged on the bed, opening the suitcase and rifling through as she danced around in place, trying to grind her heels against her crotch.
She pulled out her carefully-folded uniform, which consisted of a white silk shirt and dark grey trousers, with a bright red overcoat and an assortment of belts and sashes. Her uniform had a yellow patch on the upper left pocket, which indicated that Holly was a member of the Ea house – the house named for the goddess of life, knowledge and flowing water. There were three other houses in the Academy: Iu (blue patch), named for the goddess of law and order, Ie (green patch), named for the goddess of negation and opposition, and Uo (black patch), named for the goddess of war and evil. Houses were assigned randomly based on enrolment number, but school legend suggests that the house you were assigned actually described something about your personality or future – members of Ea are studious and friendly, but clumsy and accident-prone, members of Iu are just but inflexible, members of Ie are chaotic and defiant, and members of Uo are strong and successful but mean-spirited and violent. Administratively, each house was there so that the student body was separated into more manageable sections – each house had its own room in each year group's and course plan's barracks, each house was scheduled for compulsory course lessons together, and each house entered the mess hall at different times and had access to the shower rooms at different times. This more-or-less prevented things like endless dinner queues and congestion in the hallways.
Fortunately, while the school mandated full uniform be worn in most areas of the school, the barracks and the grass area just outside it was defined as a “Rest and Recreation Area”, which meant that uniform requirements were relaxed and students could wear partial uniform, so Holly didn't have to deal with all the fiddly buckles and paraphernalia of the jacket and sashes, and she could just wear her trousers and shirt while she tried to find a bathroom. She retrieved a pair of thin shorts-style underwear that her father had explained were the sort of thing she should be wearing from now on, and carefully straightened her legs. This position did no favours to her bladder, and a short splash of wetness squirted into her pyjamas, passing straight through the soggy material and frothing between her thighs to make a small yellow circle on her bedsheet.
She thrust a hand back into her crotch as she carefully laid backward, pulling her quilt up past her shoulders with her other hand. Now fully covered, she bent her knees, pulling her feet up toward her buttocks, and pushed against the mattress with her shoulders and feet, thrusting her lower body into the air. With gravity now aiding her, she felt minor relief from her predicament, but she still couldn't help but rub her knees together as she carefully shimmied down her pyjama trousers. Once she'd managed to pull the waistband past her bum, she let herself drop carelessly, and the sudden impact forced a golden arc to spray toward the foot of her bed, wetting the quilt that was tented by her knees. Both hands darted to her crotch and she pulled her chest up toward her legs, lifting the quilt up with her and almost revealing herself to the rousing room as she clenched all muscles available to slow the leak. Her palms filled with warm liquid as urine continued to gurgle into them and splatter onto the sheets. Slowly, the flow slowed to a trickle, and she was able to carefully relax back into a half-laying position, her quilt falling down around her and fully covering her once more as she fully regained control. The liquid pooled by her bum, soaking into the sheets around her, the wetness just reaching, and wetting, the hem of her pyjama shirt.
She shifted to the side as far as possible, bringing some of her quilt with her, trying to avoid getting the wetness on her fresh clothes, and wiped her hands again on her shirt. Looking around nervously, she passed her underwear under the quilt with caution. Fortunately, no one was paying attention, and she even saw another student who she thought was probably dressing under his quilt just like her. It was a minor relief to find that her “modesty” would not stand out as excessive, and hopefully this would extend to other situations where she'd need to undress. She leaned forward slowly, bouncing her legs as her bladder compressed, and hooked her underwear over her feet, sliding them up past her knees as she leaned back once more. Then, she pressed her shoulders into the bed once more to lift her buttocks , and slipped the underwear over their round surface. Rather than leave them where they should be, she took the opportunity to pull the waistband further up her hips, forcing the crotch of the garment to dig in between her legs, and held it there for a moment to provide her with a measure of relief.
Rolling onto her side and pulling her legs up toward her chest, she undid the buttons of her pyjama shirt one-handed as she squirmed in the foetal position, burying her free hand in her crotch and massaging her sphincter as her swollen bladder continued to spasm. Before shrugging the shirt off, she grabbed an undershirt from her suitcase; one of the ones she'd chosen carefully so that it'd completely and opaquely hide the bandages she wore to compress her breasts, and passed it under the quilt. She straightened her legs somewhat, and then crossed them as she rolled onto her back, removing the hand from her crotch and working her arms free of their sleeves.
Allowing the shirt to drop from her body, she ducked under the covers and attempted to wriggle into her undershirt. It was a tight fit, and as she twisted her body to try to work her way in, a spasm built in her nethers. She ground a heel into her crotch as her arms found their holes, and squirmed violently as she tried to pull the shirt down while the wave built. She managed to get her head and arms through their respective holes, but the shirt ended up rolled up to her armpits, covering nothing. Right now, she couldn't care less. Shoving both hands into her underwear, she pressed directly against her sphincter as her spasm peaked. Her back arched as she used every muscle available to try to keep her urethra closed, but at the peak of the spasm, a high-pressure burst sprayed out past her fingers, shooting down her thigh as most of it failed to absorb into her pants. The spray quickly stemmed as the spasm receded, leaving another wet stain on her sheet, rivulets dripping from her left thigh, and the faintest darkness on the left leg of her underwear.
She wiped her hands once more on the sheet, leaving wet finger marks, and rolled her bunched up undershirt down to her hips, lifting her body up with one hand to work on the part underneath her. As dressed as she could manage without climbing out of bed, she pushed the suitcase back down to the floor and rolled carefully off the side, ensuring that the quilt remained covering the signs of her eventful awakening. As her feet touched the cold tile floor, a shiver ran up her body, and she squirmed on the spot, rubbing her thighs together as her bladder contracted. Snatching her trousers from the bed, she quickly thrust a foot into a leg hole, and pulled the garment around it until she reached the far end. She repeated this with her other foot, and pulled the trousers up in a hurry, grimacing as she forced her legs apart to pull the waistband past her thighs. With her slightly darkened underwear and wet left leg now suitably hidden, she could afford to spend a moment pee dancing subtly as she paced in a circle by her bed.
After mustering her remaining strength, she took up her shirt and sat carefully on her mattress, quickly buttoning the garment up, wiggling her legs restlessly as she focused. Next, she dropped her shoes onto the floor and slipped her feet into them, eschewing socks for the time being, then brought each foot up in turn, pushing her heels against her vulva as she fastened her laces. Walking on the spot as she zipped her fly half-way, she looked around the room nervously, verifying that no one had begun paying attention to her, before woodenly making her way toward the door on the left side of the room.
The corridor she found herself in was a little longer, and much narrower, than the room she came from, with barely enough space for three people to stand abreast. A grandiose stone staircase lead downward at the far left end of the room, and a set of wooden double doors with large panes of frosted glass stood at the right, an open one revealing a slice of what looked like an empty common room. The door she came from was marked “Ea” and had a yellow stripe at chest height, and it was opposed by another door marked "Uo", with a black stripe in the same place. A short way to her left was another pair of doors, the abstracted gendered figures on each identifying them as toilets.
Holly's eyes lit up as she identified the solution to her immediate problem, and she unthinkingly made for the door with the feminine figure, her bladder redoubling its contractions in anticipation of the coming relief. She collapsed onto the handle, pushing forward and down as she stumbled toward relief, crashing against the wood as the door remained resolutely closed. The unexpected impact squeezed a trickle of urine into her underwear, and she thrust a hand into her pocket and lifted a foot, pressing herself against the door as she willed the leak to stop. A thin trail of urine worked its way down her leg, failing to soak into her clothing and reaching all the way down to her shoes, but the accident left nothing visible to casual inspection, and she was soon able to step away from the door and process what just happened.
“I wouldn't try to get in there,” a voice down the hallway commented matter-of-factly, “apparently on day 1 of intake, it was still unlocked and a pair of guys decided they wanted to investigate. They aren't at this school any more, so I heard.” He finished, disappearing into the bunk room. Remembering her new situation, she mustered her courage and pushed on the other door, opening it easily. Stepping inside, she looked around with naïve hope. Unfortunately, she saw nothing that she could even recognise as a toilet, let alone something that would afford her the privacy that she so desperately needed. Hiding her dismay from the handful of students within, she strode purposefully through the room as she tried to make sense of what she saw.
Along one side of the room, there were a series of porcelain fittings that she'd never seen before, reminiscent of toilet bowls but somewhat different. They appeared to have a basin with a drain in the center, like a sink, but sat around thigh-height and had a section that reached up the wall to about shoulder height. They were plumbed, with thin metal piping leading to a small nozzle at the top, and the drain leading into a wider pipe at the bottom. The other side of the room had a line of actual sinks, with taps and mirrors like she expected, and there was a large hole in the corner of the room surrounded by a funnel-shaped area of floor, with a tap set above it. One student was stood up against one of the mysterious porcelain devices, and a tantalising trickle sounded from that part of the room. Holly quickly realised he was urinating, and surmised that these devices must be designed for males to urinate into.
The sound of urination was almost too much for the poor girl to bear, and she stumbled toward one of the sinks as violent spasms rolled through her abdomen. Gripping the porcelain tightly, she squirmed in place, embarrassed at seeing her obvious desperation in the mirror. As she managed to barely settle the raging storm within her loins, the student a few sinks across, one of only two in the room, finished scrubbing his face, and his eyes darted quickly in her direction before turning back to his own mirror. Holly realised as she heard the device behind her flush that she'd need to do something so that it didn't look like she just walked into the room and straight back out, and she tensed herself subtly as she reached toward the sink...
Rubbing her thighs together and summoning a stream of water from the red-marked tap, she stared at it for a few seconds, ostensibly to wait while it warmed, but really to martial her courage and control, before cupping her hands under it and splashing the water against her face. The effect was immediate – as the water scattered into the sink, a splash of warmth filled her crotch as she micturated forcefully into her underwear. Her water-resistant clothing failed to absorb most of the hissing stream and it shot down her legs, forming conspicuous yellow puddles around her feet. She looked around in a panic as liquid streamed from her urethra, but with the sound of the flushing device and the running taps, no one had yet noticed the sound of her accident. Conscious of the two students beside her, she resisted the temptation to hold herself and pee dance, and instead stepped hurriedly toward the door, keeping her legs wide apart to try to stop the urine from soaking in. Her urine came out in short bursts, quickly swelling to full-force, before tapering off to a halt. This left a series of puddles in her wake, connected by droplets from her dripping clothes, leading a trail toward the bathroom exit. The two students with her would never find out who it was that dashed out of the bathroom while peeing all over the floor, neither having thought to pay any attention to her while she was there.
She burst into the empty hallway and fell back against the door, standing stock still as she forced her urethra back under control with strength of will alone. A puddle swelled in the doorway as she slowly attenuated the flow, and the scent of her wee wafted through the room. Her body so desperately longed to continue relieving itself, but she knew she had to find privacy first – a student could walk in on her at any moment from any number of doors, and the two she left in the bathroom would notice her faux-pas momentarily and probably come investigating. She shook each leg as the flow left off, trying to free the remaining droplets before she made her move, then turned toward the staircase, tracking wet footprints a few metres away.
Her shoes squelched as she walked, and lingering drips found their way to the floor every few steps. The urgency was constant: her bladder throbbed, her sphincter quivered, and she could feel a column of urine sitting in her urethra, ready to shoot out the moment she relaxed. She shoved a hand into her pocket, reaching across toward her crotch, squeezing the fabric of her underpants and causing it to take on water. She no longer cared; she just wanted to find a secluded spot to let it all out. Tears filled her eyes as her sphincter failed once more, and a light stream trickled into her clothing, soaking the hand in her pocket and streaming down her legs once more. Pressing her thighs together and bending over, she tried to shut her floodgates once more, but she was well beyond her limit, and the flow continued unabated. Arriving in the ground floor corridor, she dashed blindly through a side door labelled “fire door, do not use”, disappearing from view before any of the queueing green-patched students further up the hallway noticed anything amiss.
She found herself in an alley that seemed to run around the building, leading to sunlit school grounds on the left, and a darkened path behind the building on the right. She hooked her thumbs through her waistbands as she turned rightward, already pulling down her clothing before she rounded the corner. Her stream began to reinforce as she waddled, bent almost double, toward promised seclusion, causing a torrent of liquid to cascade down her legs, filling her shoes and spilling onto the floor. As she pulled her trousers past her bottom, the stream arced behind her, shooting almost a metre away, scattering as it curved to the ground. Her pee flicked from side to side with each step, leaving a zig-zag trail which lead into the darkness.
Turning the corner, she found a mercifully empty path, and stumbled along it, struggling to move with her pants halfway down her thighs and urine shooting out behind her. She staggered to a halt after a few metres and relaxed completely, pressing her palms against her knees as she bent further forward. A steaming torrent sprayed into the air, and she smiled blissfully as relief spread through her body. The sensation of her bladder slowly deflating was heavenly, and her cheeks flushed as she started to become aroused. The spasms that had been her bane ever since she awoke continued even as she relieved herself, but they took on a new character in light of her arousal and rolled through her body as waves of orgasmic pleasure. She moaned as her pelvic floor contracted rhythmically in ecstasy, causing her gushing jet to vacillate and froth. Its point of impact tracked back and forth along the expansive golden puddle behind her, and moved from side to side too as she squirmed in delight. At the peak of pleasure, her cascade slowed momentarily to a trickle, dribbling into her clothes and down her legs, before shooting out with force once more as she relaxed again.
Even as the pleasure drained, her relief continued unabated, and from the lingering sensation of fullness in her belly, she wasn't even half done. The capacity for rational thought slowly returned to her over the next few seconds, and her attention immediately turned to her surroundings. She was in a dark corridor between a high brick wall and the stone barracks building that was her new home. Sudden panic filled Holly's consciousness as she realised that the narrow windows of the bunk rooms were overlooking the alley, but there was nothing she could do about that now. It was probably fine – the ones in her bunk room were too high to easily see out of, so looking down through them into the alley was likely out of the question. She just hoped they were sufficiently well soundproofed to dampen her moans.
Just then, she heard rattling coming from the side-door she'd used a minute or so ago. Gasping quietly, she winced as she tried to taper her stream again, spurting a few times before she managed to maintain her hold.
“Are you sure we're allowed to come through here? It says 'do not use'.” Voices wafted around the corner as Holly stood, quivering silently, trousers still at mid-thigh with her butt in the air.
“I'm sure its fine, someone else used it a couple of minutes ago, and people have been going through here since intake started.” Her urethra was still full of liquid, and as her sphincter spasmed, a dribble of pee pattered quietly into her underwear.
“Man, you can tell that this place is full of nobles, even the back-alleys smell fancy.” A contraction built in Holly's belly as her body demanded that she continue. Steam rose from her dripping vulva, and a chill wind played across the exposed surface.
“Are you sure that's not just whatever was spilled here? It seems like its coming from these puddles.” She shivered involuntarily, but whether from cold, fear or disgust she didn't know. The idea that she could be discovered was bad enough, if it was because someone liked the smell of her urine enough to investigate it would be just too humiliating to bear.
“Hmm, I wonder what it is, some sort of perfume? I should find out if it's something I can get hold of, I could give it to my fiancée as a gift.” Pee began to sprinkle into Holly's pants as her control waned. She willed the two students to go on their way and leave her alone before she became audible again.
“I'm sure if it's perfume, you'll smell it again on one of the students, and you'll be able to ask him where it came from. Now hurry, I want to get to the laundry room before the first bugle sounds and it starts to get busy.” Holly's trickle reinforced involuntarily as the two students made their way down the alley in the other direction, and by the time they'd left to the grounds, a steaming jet was once again arcing powerfully from the girl's nethers. If the pair had been listening carefully enough, they would've heard a pitter-patter noise quickly pick up into an echoing hiss as they left the alleyway, but if they did, neither bothered to investigate.
A few more minutes passed before Holly's stream finally began to slow, and a veritable lake had expanded behind her, easily reaching her feet and leaving her standing in a golden puddle. The steam produced had left a cloud of humidity expanding through the alleyway, likely carrying the scent of her urine an appreciable distance from the puddle. Though the majority of the stream shot out behind her, the torrent was poorly collimated, and her trousers and underwear were even more sodden now than they'd been when she started. Even the water-resistant fabric that had channelled so much pee straight to the floor was now soaked through, clearly darker between the legs than by the pockets and the outer seams. Her shirt didn't remain unscathed either – it was short enough that it wasn't in the way of the main stream when it shot back behind her, but the haze of droplets surrounding it had sprayed the hem and dyed it a vivid yellow.
The stream attenuated progressively over the next minute, and Holly was urinating at more ordinary pressures (like those of someone going “just to make sure”) when the door rattled again. This time, she saw no reason to stand there waiting to be discovered; her clothes were in an irreparably disastrous state already, and her situation had grown significantly more conspicuous in the past few minutes with the gigantic puddle and expanding cloud of humidity. Though it went against every instinct she had as a respectable young woman, she pulled up her pants and trousers, still peeing softly into them, and waddled rapidly down the length of the alleyway, darting around the far corner just as she heard a loud “Eeeeeewwwwwwwww! That's disgusting!” from where she was standing before. The humidity helped her here, as it made it difficult to see her trail leading away at the far end of the puddle, and even then, who would want to tiptoe through a puddle of pee while inhaling pee haze to try to catch someone who was probably long gone anyway? Not anyone who'd just come through that door, at least. She found herself standing in an alcove of sorts – the barracks building was not rectangular, it had a protrusion at one end to house an administrative area, and she was nestled in the corner where the administration area met the main building, invisible to anyone in the alley.
She leaned against the corner wall, trying to catch her breath as her crotch filled with warmth once more. Closing her eyes, she pretended for a moment that she was climbing into a freshly-drawn bath, and that all her worries would melt away in the warmth of the water, but she couldn't hold on to the image knowing that she was actually just peeing herself like a child. She finished relieving herself with a final few powerful spurts into her underwear, and then, as the wetness in her clothes began to cool, her eyes misted over and she began to sob. It was not only over what had just happened that she cried, but also over anxiety about her future. She'd been at this school for barely 4 hours (she'd arrived well into the morning), and already she'd:
wet the bed
urinated accidentally in her pants
discovered that she can't use the toilets provided in her accommodation (and probably most of the other toilets available to her in the school)
urinated intentionally in an alleyway
had someone find her urine pleasant-smelling (she wasn't even sure if this was a bad thing, like, it's better than having someone find it unpleasant, but she'd rather just not have someone in a situation where they can determine how it smells)
urinated intentionally in her pants
come within moments of being discovered as a woman at least once
And this was all with one bladderful of urine. Even though she'd managed to hide herself this time (though the situation was not exactly over just yet), her bladder would refill in a matter of hours, and at the moment, she had no idea what she was going to do about releasing it. Would the entirety of her school life be spent looking for secluded places to relieve herself? Would she go through the next two years uncertain of where her next pee would be? Would she even make it to the end of the day without her sex being revealed, or indeed, just straight-up expelled for public urination? What other difficulties will she encounter over the next few years? How is she supposed to concentrate on schoolwork with all this going on? All these thoughts whirled around in a storm of fear as she wept, curled up in a ball against the stonework.
A long trumpet from a bugle startled her out of her reverie. It was followed by a series of notes she recognised as a traditional military wake-up call. She had to move. Her uniform was soaked, and she stank of urine. If she didn't do something before someone found her and got close enough to smell or see the dark patch between her legs, then best-case, she'd become a target of ridicule, which could lead to her expulsion later on as she tried to navigate bullying on top of everything else, or worse, she could be expelled straight away for public urination if someone connected her current state to the gigantic pool of urine a short distance down the alleyway.
Following the wall of the building, she came to an opening that led to the grounds in front of the barracks. She poked her head out, seeing a flat plain of well-kept grass, with hedgerows at the far edges, and a pathway leading to the rest of the campus. Looking toward the barracks entrance, she saw that the decorations included a fountain fed by an open pool of water opposite the main doors. This was her chance. If she could synthesise a reason for falling into the fountain, then thrash around in it for a bit, making it look like she was struggling to find her feet, she could wash away some of the smell and give herself an excuse for her wet uniform. If a teacher or school official found out, she'd likely attract some trouble, and she'd attract attention among the student body for clumsiness and stupidity, but she'd rather that any day than being thought of as a pants-pisser or being expelled.
Spying a loose rock at her feet, a plan came together. While no one was around, she'd kick the rock about like a ball, ending up kicking it near the fountain, then she'd pretend to trip as she went to boot the rock away, overbalancing and falling into the pool. She'd then thrash around, pretending to slip on the wet surface, making sure she was uniformly soaked, before returning to the barracks dripping wet, where she could change clothes under her towel. She tucked in her shirt in preparation, aware that no quick soaking would be sufficient to un-yellow the hem.
As she kicked the rock out of the alley, she spied someone walking along the pathway toward the barracks building. It looked like an old man, probably one of the teachers or support staff. Clearly, she was going to get in trouble for this, but there was no other choice. She kicked the rock carefully toward the fountain, making sure it landed close to the edge. She brought her foot up for a big kick, and swung it sideways, intentionally missing the rock and sending herself careening into the water. With an almighty splash, she landed painfully on her knees in the middle of the pool, successfully soaking herself through. The man roared “OI! YOU!”, and started running toward the fountain, his face twisting into a snarl as he prepared himself to dispense discipline. As Holly tried to stand, her foot genuinely slipped forward, throwing her off-balance and sending her toppling onto her back. Water soaked through to her skin as she submerged almost completely in the knee-high water. She struggled ineffectively, trying to right herself so she could climb out. A hand appeared in front of her face, and she reached out toward it, allowing herself to be pulled up onto her feet.
As she clambered onto dry land, the old man started screaming “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU PLAYING AT?! IT'S DAY ONE AND ALREADY YOU'RE MESSING AROUND IN THE FOUNTAINS, DAMAGING SCHOOL PROPERTY! DO YOU HAVE NO SENSE OF RESPECT?!” He continued on like this for a few minutes, leaving Holly's quiet protests such as “Sorry sir, I tripped” unaddressed, before finishing. “Look, I don't have time to deal with this now, I need to investigate the reports of a giant pool of urine that could only have come from multiple students. This sort of individual misbehaviour isn't worth my time right now. I'm Mr. Dent, come and find me in the Physical Training department after school for the first period of your week of after-school detentions. If I don't see you, I'll come looking and make you wish you'd just turned up.” The man ran off toward the alley Holly had come from, leaving her to sort herself out, and also with the realisation that she was not only going to have to hide while she was peeing, but also be careful not to pee too much in one place lest she get caught up in an imaginary conspiracy. It hadn't occurred to her until now, but she remembered learning in her previous school about the differences between male and female urination, and that, for poorly-understood reasons, females produced more urine than males, sometimes by incredible factors such as 10 times.
[Note to the readers: this is the same phenomenon that has been mentioned a little in my other works and applies to all my works thus far.
I intend to go through it more in The Disgraced Knight, but in short(ish): males in my worlds are magically insensitive, and magic sensitivity in my worlds comes from subatomic particles that bind to water molecules in your blood, which are then filtered by the kidneys and concentrated in the bladder. Because the kidneys filter such molecules from the blood actively, high concentrations of these particles, such as those in the particularly magically sensitive, produce a powerful diuretic effect. This is balanced somewhat by these particles effects on the physics of the water they are bound to – they make it dramatically more compressible. This means that magically sensitive bladders can hold vast quantities of urine without distending, and also that the magically sensitive don't need to constantly drink to maintain their hydration levels (they just need to drink more whenever they do).
In the world of The Disgraced Knight, magic is commonplace and this is well-understood (if rarely discussed due to its shameful nature), but in this world, magic is considered mythical and is incredibly rare, so they don't understand the reason behind the phenomenon.]
She returned meekly to her bunk room, noting that the puddles she'd left earlier had been dispersed by many students' feet, but were ultimately still there, and smelled strongly. She ignored them studiously as she pushed open the door marked “Ea”. The student she almost walked into on the other side greeted her with a “wha-? You look like you lost a fight with a hippo!” referencing her sodden clothes and the torn, bloody fabric at her knees where she landed in the fountain.
“If I lost a fight with a hippo, I wouldn't be here to dry myself off. I slipped and fell in the fountain out front, and then got slapped with a week's detention for my trouble.” She responded, glad she could still interact normally after all that had happened this morning.
“Yikes. Well, at least a week's detention isn't so bad, at least. You hear about the pissers? I hear Mr. Dent is on the warpath, wants them all expelled.”
“Pissers?” Holly asked, feigning curiosity.
“Apparently a bunch of guys pissed all over the alley at the back of the building. Left a lake so big it had its own weather, they say. Anyway, I'll let you get all dried and stuff.”
Holding out his hand, he introduced himself: “Dauen, Dauen Gola. Call me Da”
“Holvar Green, or just Hol”, Holly responded, shaking some of the water off her hands pointedly as she returned to her bed.
The Golas were a minor noble house from the far south, right on a peaceful border. They were members of a faction that promoted better relations with neighbours, and were not popular among conservatives like the Greens. Defying her family and becoming well acquainted with this guy was probably not a good idea, especially for someone in as precarious a situation as her.
She retrieved a towel from her suitcase, and wrapped it around her shoulders. Making sure it covered her body fully, she began stripping off underneath. Wet as they were, she had no choice but to remove her chest bindings, leaving her fairly ample bosom difficult to hide, as if she didn't have enough to deal with today. If she could've replaced them there she would've, but she was not yet adept enough at wrapping them that she could do it without being able to see. It should be fine as long as she kept her jacket on and her sashes and belts tight, but it was yet another of the many things that could only go wrong. She stripped off fully under the towel, taking the risk to ensure that she could keep all the stained articles and the bandages hidden by rolling them up in a bundle with the darker trousers and her cleaner undershirt wrapped around them. She shoved the bundle in a spare bag she'd brought for laundry, and began carefully patting herself dry.
This time, she dressed fully, removing the towel only when she was sure the tight sashes and belts were keeping her chest from protruding. Ea house was late on the breakfast schedule this morning, so she had time to take her dirty clothes, including the pyjamas hidden under her quilt, straight to the laundry room and reserve a washing machine to run while she ate. |
I was going to make it so that it ended up being 1 chapter per complete bladder emptying, but this one ended up being too long, so I decided I'd post what I have up to a natural mid-point, then finish the rest of the chapter later. I also have a schedule document (open office spreadsheet) I've written, which I figure I'll attach here in case anyone wants to see it, but bear in mind it tells you a bit about what will happen the rest of the day, so it includes spoilers of a sort. You should find it at the bottom of the comment.
Chapter 2
The food in the Academy was odd fare – it was clearly intended to mimic military food, with its blandness and awkward texture, but as fit a school for nobility, no expense was spared on the ingredients or the chefs. The end result was that it was relatively unremarkable in flavour, as incredibly well-made bland food. Frankly, Holly had more important things to worry about than the quality of her meals. She tore off chunks of flatbread hurriedly, washing it down with gulps of black tea. She'd wasted too much time queueing for her meal, and her clothing was going to be sitting in the washing machine. She couldn't afford to have someone try to empty out her washing machine to use it themselves. At the very least, they'd find her chest binding, which, ambiguous though it was, was evidence that she couldn't afford to share, and additionally, if the stains had not faded fully from her underwear or pyjamas, they could find out about her morning accident.
Throwing the last piece of bread into her mouth and draining her mug, she rose quickly, breakfast tray in hand. As she turned outward, the tray slammed into the abdomen of a tall, black-haired student walking past, clattering loudly to the floor. He turned to face her, revealing the black patch on his uniform, a look of fury on his face as he looked down at her. The two by his flanks immediately moved to surround her, and she found herself trapped between the table and three bulky second-years. “S- sorry”, she muttered to the floor, trying not to look him in the eye.
“OI, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? YOU LOOKING FOR A FIGHT?” the boy shouted, advancing toward her and stretching a hand out past her to lean against the table. Holly cowered away from his reach, falling back into her chair as she found no space to retreat.
“WELL? YOU DAFT OR SOMETHING?” Hands clenched in her lap, she again muttered quietly to the floor “I- I'm sorry, i- it was an a- accident.”
“WHAT WAS THAT? SPEAK UP.”
“I'm sorry, it was an a- accident!” she squeaked forcefully, tear-streaked eyes still fixed on the floor.
“An accident huh? Well, when something like this happens, you need to make amends... I'm suddenly feeling mighty thirsty, why don't you go get me something hot to drink, and I'll forget this ever happened.” He stepped back, and Holly took the opportunity to escape, gathering up the items she dropped and running toward the cafeteria counter. She placed her tray on the trolley provided, and purchased a coffee from the woman on the counter, conscious of three pairs of eyes following her closely. Taking the coffee, she returned to the table she'd eaten at, and the snickering trio who now inhabited it. As she passed the seat of one of the lackeys, she tripped on what could only have been his intentionally-placed foot, splashing the coffee over her jacket and toppling to the floor.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? HOW ARE YOU THAT CLUMSY?” The leader exclaimed in mock surprise. “Ugh, how pitiful. I'm no longer thirsty, go away. Next time something like this happens, you'll regret it.”
Holly nodded animatedly and ran out of the mess hall, leaving tears and coffee in her wake. Slowing as she left the hall, she walked dejectedly toward the door with the abstractly-masculine symbol that marked the mess toilets. She looked around as she entered, noting through tears the lack of cubicles or any meaningful form of privacy here too. These toilets had some sort of separator between the mysterious urination devices, but they weren't enough to cover anything important. Maybe they'd give her an opportunity to hide herself before someone entered if she were to try to use those devices when the room was completely empty, but that was not the sort of risk she wanted to have to plan for.
She filled her hands with paper towels from the dispenser on the wall, and set to work dabbing at the coffee stain on her front. The red colour of the coat was fairly resistant to staining, and she was able to hide the damage there fairly effectively. The white sashes, on the other hand, were ruined. She'd need to replace them soon, but it probably wasn't so urgent that she'd need to deal with it right now. Satisfied at the dryness of her uniform, she wiped her eyes with a sleeve and gazed longingly at the porcelain toilet-things, a slight sensation of pressure already beginning to build in her lower abdomen, barely an hour after she'd last urinated.
Her bladder filling with this sort of speed was something that she was used to, but only now did she realise how much extra inconvenience would be added by her high urinary frequency. She wished she could be like one of those people who only went once per day – then all she'd need to do is wake up in the middle of the night and it should be easy for her to find a private place to go. Looking back, she realised she was more the sort of person who went once per breaktime – whenever there was a gap of appreciable length between lessons in school, she'd be searching for a toilet, often with haste. The prospect of having to hold it for an unknown length of time caused her a great deal of trepidation. Sighing, she hurried out of the room, anxious to retrieve her washing before it fell into the hands of an outsider.
Mercifully, Holly found her washing machine uncontested – given that school was going to start in another 15 minutes, this was not that surprising, but some students were likely prepared to leave their washing in the machine until they were free to retrieve it during morning breaktime, so it wasn't a given that it'd be safe. Pulling it out, she surreptitiously checked her articles for cleanliness. The trousers and pyjamas were fine, Holly couldn't detect any pee smell on them and they were too dark to easily stain, and her binding never got dirty in the first place, it just went in with all her other clothing because it was wet from the fountain, so it was fine too. Her underwear and shirt, on the other hand, were still visibly stained, and would need to be replaced. It was no surprise, but Holly had hoped that they might still be salvageable. It wasn't worth trying to dry things that she couldn't wear anyway, so she stuffed them in her laundry bag to dispose of later. She'd need to buy some sort of simple sack from the school store later so she could throw them away without revealing their nature. If there was one thing she had on her side, it was that she had plenty of money to buy new uniforms and tools for deceit if she needed to. It wasn't on her person, of course; allowing students to carry nobility-level amounts of money around would be a recipe for serious problems with thievery, but the school quartermaster had an account for every student that they could withdraw from (as promissory notes) for use in campus shops to buy school essentials.
She threw her trousers, pyjamas and binding into a tumble dryer and turned it on, resolving to retrieve the bandage on her way to lessons – it was thin and light and would dry relatively quickly. Returning to the barracks building next door, she looked at the timetable that was buried in her suitcase. It was now 07:15, about an hour and a quarter after the wake-up bugle at 06:00. School began with attendance, inspection and assembly (AIA) at 07:30, then lessons proper began at 08:00, with two 45-minute periods, a 15-minute break and then another three 45-minute periods before an hour of lunch at 12:00, then another three 45-minute periods with an extra 15-minute period between the final two, for an end of standard lessons at 15:30. From 15:30 to 18:00 was free time, where some students took remedial lessons or participated in club activities. Of course, Holly would be stuck in detention for some of this time on her first week, after the morning's events. 18:00 to 20:00 was when dinner was available from the mess hall, and then there was a final 2-hour free period from 20:00 to 22:00 before lights-out. The timetable also had the shower schedule, telling students when they'd be allowed to use the shower area. This morning, she'd already seen the queue of the green-patched Ie students, who were first, waiting for the shower room when she'd run out into the alley. They got a 90-minute period from 06:00 to 07:30, then all of lunchtime, from 12:00 to 13:00, and everyone else got 2-hour periods: Iu from 16:00 to 18:00, Uo from 18:00 to 20:00 and Ea from 20:00 to 22:00.
Today, Holly's first lesson would be a double period of drill, which, as a special case, had been rolled into AIA for the first lesson of the school year, and then a double period of History and a single period of Mathematics to finish off the morning. Her afternoon consisted entirely of physical training, separated into two periods of endurance training and one period of combat training, with a 15 minute recuperation period in between. It occurred to her that she might have an issue with the afternoon training without her chest binding, both when getting changed and running around, but worst-case, she could find somewhere out-of-the-way during lunchtime to reapply it, so she wasn't too worried. Her bladder made itself known as she jumped up from her bed, reminding her that she had another problem that wasn't going to be so easy to solve as she headed for the laundry room to retrieve her binding before getting to the main building ready for her 7:30 start.
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A big sign saying “new students” was visible near the entrance to the main building, with an arrow that pointed to a large quadrangle that was accessible by passing under a bridge-like section of the building which connected the two major wings. Students were already lined up in that area when Holly arrived, and she followed the signage to find four rows of students. A smaller note on the side indicated that they should form lines according to their house and wait for further instructions. She fell in at the end of the Ea line, behind a brown-haired student with spectacles whom she recognised vaguely from the bunk room. The line quickly filled behind her as students hurried to make it before the first bell. A red-faced man glared at the tetrad of lines, his expression locked into a grimace of what looked like pure rage.
A bell rang from inside the building, echoing dully across the quadrangle. “ALL STUDENTS, TURN TO FACE!” the man yelled, louder than Holly thought was possible. All four lines turned in incidental unison, no one really sure what the man wanted them to do, but all compelled to look toward this deafening declaration nonetheless. They were now all facing perpendicular to the direction of their line, toward a set of flagstone stairs the man was stood atop. “Now, the first thing that will happen each day is attendance, inspection and assembly. You will stand at attention, in alphabetical order, and your class tutor will mark you present on the register and inspect your uniform to ensure you're properly dressed. PENALTIES WILL BE APPLIED IF YOU FAIL TO DRESS AS BEFITTING A STUDENT OF THIS ACADEMY.” Holly shifted her weight subtly as the man shouted. She was nowhere near desperate just yet, but was acutely aware of the tension growing in her loins. At this point, she'd usually be looking for a good opportunity to excuse herself and pop to the ladies, if only one were available for her use. The man continued on describing the school's expectations for student behaviour and appearance, and describing some of the punishments for failing to meet them. One thing that stood out as something that she absolutely could not afford was whipping: it was only used in the most severe disciplinary cases, to the point that there were some years that no student behaved poorly enough for it, but as it involved being stripped to your underwear before being publicly lashed, it would mean instant discovery and expulsion for Holly, with her unmistakeable breasts.
Continuing with his speech, he moved on to the next section of the introductory lesson: “Before we do anything else, I will assign class corporals. The corporal's duties are to lead the class in drill exercises at the behest of the class tutor, to perform a variety of administrative duties to assist class tutors in their class management, to act as an example to their class on how to properly behave as a student, and as a point of responsibility for the class as a whole. Corporals will always stand at the head of the class during drill exercises, regardless of where they appear in the attendance order. If I call your name, move to the yellow line on your right, just behind the current line for your class, and the rest of the students will be lined up after you in registration order. ALRED VERDIS, SAMUEL SMITH, HOLVAR GREEN, GEROLT TANNAN.”
Holly started as her official name was called, and stumbled toward the indicated line. Additional responsibilities were not the sort of thing she was well-equipped to handle. They drew scrutiny to her and took up some of the time she'd be wanting to use to address her... various issues. Her chest heaved as she began to panic. What if the additional scrutiny of her uniform revealed her bindings or (on a day like today) her breasts? What if it forced her into a spot, trying to lead the class when she'd failed to find somewhere to pee? What if her duties prevented her from looking for somewhere private to relieve herself? What if her apparent position of importance attracted negative attention from her classmates that culminated in someone seeing something they shouldn't?
“CLASS TUTORS, ASSEMBLE!” a loud shout tore through her anxiety as she reached the end of her line. A trio of other teachers appeared from a side-door. The first was a short, overweight man with a squashed face and a swagger, who approached the Ie line at the front, glaring at the corporal. Next, Holly was surprised to see a pretty redheaded woman. Clattering about in plate armour, instead of the blue uniform worn by the others, she walked up to the Iu corporal and greeted him warmly, bending toward him and clasping his hand in both of hers as he turned red. The angry man standing at the front joined the procession at this point, and to Holly's despair, marched straight up to her, looking down his nose as she cowered unconsciously. A tall, dark haired man with a pale complexion brought up the rear, and limped over to the Uo corporal, heavily favouring his left side.
The man standing before her held out a hand, and gave her a strong handshake. “Sergeant Ira, I look forward to working with you, corporal.” he announced woodenly, only slightly above normal conversation volume. He held out a clipboard with an attendance table. “This is your class attendance form. Each day, you will accompany me down the line as I conduct inspection, introduce me by the student's rank and surname, and mark them present. For the first week, I will have them identify themselves for you, but by week two, you should know them all by name. For now,” his voice increased in volume to carry down the line, “read off the names in order, skipping over your own. Students, when your name is called, fall in behind Corporal Green here and face the wall to form a new line in registration order. For every subsequent attendance, inspection and assembly, you'll fall in in this order straight away, so remember what your neighbours look like.”
Holly began calling out the names on her list as loudly as she could manage, giving each student time to fall in before continuing. She squirmed slightly as the exertion of her diaphragm disturbed her bladder and caused it to pang uncomfortably. “Right,” the sergeant began as the last student fell in, “now to stand at attention, you stand straight with your legs and heels together, with your feet out at a slight angle, and your arms pointing straight down your sides. Your hands should be clenched lightly, with your thumbs pointing straight down to the floor. Corporal, it is your duty to call the class to attention. Loudly and clearly call out 'AT-TENTION!' and then you should all stand straight at attention as one.”
“AT-TENTION!” she called out as instructed, bringing her feet together and standing straight, hearing a series of not-quite-simultaneous thumps as the rest of the class did the same.
The man before her sighed loudly, muttering “close enough for now”.
“Alright,” he continued, “next, I'll want you all to turn to the left, again on your corporal's instruction. You'll do this by turning on the heel of your left foot and the ball of your right, then once you've turned ninety degrees, you'll return to attention by bringing your right foot back in. Corporal, the command is 'left turn', now go ahead.”
“LE- EFT TURN” Holly shouted, her voice cracking slightly, unused as she was to being so loud. She then spun on her heel, turning back toward where the man stood a few minutes ago. The rest of the line turned with her, a few students stumbling as they failed to balance during the manoeuvre. The sergeant momentarily brought a hand up to his face, rubbing the bridge of his nose, before sighing and continuing: “Here begins the 'inspection' part of Attendance, Inspection and Assembly. I will go down the line, inspecting each of you in turn, judging whether or not you're wearing your uniform correctly and correcting your attention posture. For the first week, I'll be lenient on uniform and posture issues and simply correct any errors and offer advice, but after that, punishments will be meted out for those who wear their uniform incorrectly or fail to stand at proper attention. Corporal, as I mentioned before, you will accompany me down the line, identifying each student to me in turn and marking them present on your attendance sheet. But first, I'll start with your inspection.”
He began to look her over, starting at the head and working his way down. He pulled at the sash slung over her right shoulder. “This is very tight, more so than it needs to be, but that's not a problem as long as it doesn't make you faint.” He cast his gaze across, and Holly's chest contracted in fear as she realised he was looking around her breast area. She squeezed her thighs together as her urethra filled with urine, barely preventing herself from having an accident then and there. “Shirt is well ironed and form-fitting” he muttered to himself before addressing her: “Everything alright corporal? You've gone white.”
“Ah- I- I'm fine” she squeaked in reply as she rhythmically tensed her pelvic floor muscles to try to pull the urine back into her bladder.
“I'm fine, sir” he corrected as he continued the inspection.
“CORPORAL!” He barked moments later. A short stream of liquid spurted into the girl's underwear as she jolted in fright, still not quite recovered from before. She lifted up a leg involuntarily and shifted to the side, quickly stemming the flow. “WHY IS YOUR SASH BROWN?” He continued, glaring at the coffee stain she'd acquired that morning.
“I- ah- I'm... sorry sir, I spilled coffee on it this morning and haven't had a chance to change yet.” He looked back up toward her face and sighed emphatically. Holly tried not to wince as the strong smell of garlic assaulted her nose. “Today only, I'll let this slide. I recommend, and this goes for all of you,” he raised his voice to address the whole line, “I recommend that you keep a second uniform somewhere easily accessible, so that in the event of a spillage or other such event, you can switch dirty pieces out immediately, so you don't get punished for it.” Focusing again on her, he finished “You have a spare, I hope?”
“Yes, sir!”
“I'll dismiss you after inspection, and you are to go straight to your dorm room to replace it. Don't try to do anything else, I will know.”
He continued the inspection, tugging on her belts and trousers, checking they were tight enough, checking that her shirt was tucked in and various other things. When he got down to her shoes, he called out once more “CORPORAL! THESE SHOES ARE TIED WRONG. You've used a granny knot instead of a reef knot to secure the bow. This causes the bow to lie vertically instead of horizontally, and makes them more difficult to undo intentionally, but likely to undo during normal motion. You should tie the second knot in the opposite direction to the first. We will cover this fully later in the period. Make sure they're tied properly in the future.”
He moved on to the next student, and Holly came out of the file as instructed to follow him along the line as he carefully examined each student's uniform over the next hour. After the first 15 minutes or so, the strain of standing at constant attention was clearly beginning to get to the students, and most of them had relaxed into a less strict pose. Sgt. Ira pretended not to notice, just this once – inspection usually doesn't take such a long time, but the first time always draws out, and it was unreasonable to have students standing at attention for extended periods like this. As long as they returned to attention when he reached them, he was prepared to let it be. Beside him, Holly had begun squirming surreptitiously, rubbing her thighs together at regular intervals as her bladder surged uncomfortably. She was at the point where she'd usually be trying to get herself excused from class, but even if she thought she might be allowed out here, she wasn't prepared to draw that amount of attention to herself in her current situation. There were about 45 minutes left of the lesson, and then she'd have 15 minutes to before the next period to try to do something about her predicament. Though she was confident she could hold it that long, 15 minutes was not a long time to have to find somewhere, especially when her full bladder could take more than 5 minutes to empty.
The man finished berating the final student for the same shoelace issue that he'd raised with literally every student in the line, and turned to his corporal, who straightened up, trying not to look like she needed the toilet. “Okay everyone, now the corporal will have you all stand at ease. This means you move your feet to shoulder-width apart, and you can relax your upper body and bend your legs a bit. It does not mean you're free to do whatever you want; you should still maintain the shoulder-width pose and keep facing in the same direction. Now, corporal, if you will, repeat after me: Stand At Ease!”
“STAND AT EASE!” Holly echoed, no louder but clearly putting more effort into the command.
“Okay corporal, you are dismissed to replace your sash. Now get to it. I want to see you back here ASAP. These idiots won't manage themselves.”
“Y- yes sir!” she replied, breaking into a jog.
The exertion jostled her bladder, but she gritted her teeth and held on as she covered the short distance to the barracks quickly. She immediately ran to her dorm room and fished her spare sash out of her suitcase. Tearing the other one off without properly unstrapping it, she threw the new one around her and began fiddling with the straps as she walked out the door. A spasm rolled through her as she passed the barracks toilets, and she gazed longingly at the doorway as she gave her crotch a reassuring squeeze. Looking around at the empty hallway, it dawned on her that this was her chance. Everyone was in lessons and she was completely alone in the barracks. If she were to use the bathroom now, no one was there to walk in on her and she could pee freely in peace. She wasn't blessed with a surplus of time, but maybe she could convince Sgt. Ira that she couldn't find her sash.
Resolved, she darted through the waiting door, already unzipping her trousers. Urine surged unbidden into her urethra even as she paused at the sight of the mysterious porcelain fixtures. She didn't have time to work those out now, so she stumbled toward the hole with the funnel-shaped floor area. Backing up directly over the hole, she squatted down above it, pulling her trousers and underwear down in one motion. A golden jet sprayed out immediately from her hairless vulva, gurgling straight into the hole that apparently had a pool of water a short way down. She sighed loudly as her bladder began to deflate, its echoes joining the cacophony of splashing noises coming from below her.
Just as she'd begun to relax into her relief, a clattering noise came from the other side of the door. She clenched tightly in a panic, already rising to her feet and pulling up her trousers as her stream slowed. A man backed into the room pulling a cart as she pulled her waistband up as far as she could, forcing her underwear against her still-dribbling sphincter, slowly closing off the flow. Rivulets ran down her legs as the urine failed to absorb into her water-resistant garments, so she rubbed her thighs together, smearing the droplets into a film and halting their progress. A smattering of droplets sat at the lip of the hole she'd just peed into, so she used a foot to spread them out, trying to hide their recency. She did not think this hole was meant for urination, given the presence of the fixtures beside it, and hence, making it look like she used those fixtures like an ordinary male was an important deception.
She waddled hurriedly toward the sink as the man manoeuvred his cart through the doorway, acutely conscious of the liquid waiting just behind her sphincter. Falling against the basin, she pressed her weight against it as she tried to squeeze her urethra closed, slowly forcing the urine back into her bladder. “Huh? Shouldn't you be in lessons?” He asked as he turned toward her, watching as she tried to stop herself from squirming too much. “I- I- was sent back to change my sash.” Holly responded haltingly, reaching for a tap to wash her hands.
“Whatever, it's not my problem if you get punished. Hurry along now so I can get to work.” He turned back toward the cart, mixing some chemicals into a bucket.
Holly gave her crotch a surreptitious squeeze and turned on the tap. Water gurgled out loudly, and she shoved her hands into the stream, lifting a foot up and biting her lip as her bladder redoubled its complaints. As she danced over to the paper towel dispenser and dried her hands, her bladder began to settle, seemingly accepting that that was all the relief it was getting for the moment, and her need reduced to a dull throb above her groin. She hurried back to the quadrangle feeling somewhat less desperate than when she'd left, getting her excuses ready as she fell back in.
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Edited November 19, 2021 by redlaw
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Here is part 2 of chapter 2. I wrote this in short sections, rather than all together in one or two (or three or four, these things do take a while) long sittings, so I was worried it might feel disjointed and nonsensical, but on proofreading it seems to have turned out okay. As I've mentioned, I'll probably be doing less writing for the forseeable future - FFXIV Endwalker is coming out on Friday, and I'll be filling most of my free time with that, and I've gotten more busy with my current business as well. Also from January I'll be studying, and eventually looking to change to a different career, and the studying will take a lot of my time from January to April, and after exams are over and I find new work, that will also take more time than I'm used to. Altogether I'm expecting to have a lot less free time from now on, so it'll probably take longer to finish any chapters I want to write and I'll probably be wanting to write less when I have other things I want to do in free time too. But anyway, we'll see how that turns out when it turns out. For the moment, here's the new (half) chapter:
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“Well, well, well. That looks like the gait of a man with a recently-emptied bladder. Stay behind after class, corporal.” The rest of the class giggled at Sgt. Ira's accusation.
“B- but-” Holly began.
“No 'buts'. Now what do you say when your superior has given you an order?”
“Y- yes, sir.” She finished, deflated.
“Good. Now get back in line. We're learning to march, but we can't go anywhere without our leader.”
The next half an hour was spent practising marching drills, with Holly learning how to lead the column with marching commands and sending them all over the quadrangle. Her bladder refilled as the lesson drew on, but because her legs were in constant motion, she found the discomfort reasonably manageable.
“Alright corporal, the lesson's almost over. Lead them back to the yellow line we started from and bring them to attention there.” Sgt. Ira instructed as the large clock on the wall overlooking the area ticked to 9:25.
“Sir, yes sir! LEFT TURN!” Holly turned to the left, toward the line, and the column behind her followed suit.
“MARK TIME!” she and the students behind her began to march on the spot, with Holly standing just to one side of the yellow line on the floor.
“RIGHT TURN!”
“AT-TENTION!” a loud thump rang out across the concrete as the students came to attention as one.
“Good. That was a much better attention than the one we started with. Now, all that's left for the moment is the dismissal. Usually, on the order “DISMISSED”, the file would turn to the right as one like a normal right turn, then salute to the picture of Her Highness we have displayed on the right wall. However, many of you are nobles and according to the fealty contracts the nobility are subject to, some of you will be exempt from saluting to the crown. Thus, when the dismissal order is given, you'll all turn to the right as one, and those of you who aren't lords elector or heirs apparent to a lord elector title will salute, and the rest of you will wait for the salute's five-count to finish. Once the salute finishes, you are all free to break ranks and enjoy your breaktime. All of you, that is, except Corporal Green.” He flashed a sly grin at her. “Now, if you will corporal, dismiss your fellow students.”
“DISMISSED!” Holly called out, turning to the right. She, along with about half the file, kept her hands at her sides, as her father was a lord elector. Technically, she was an heir presumptive, not an heir apparent, but she'd only make a debut as a maiden if her now-infertile mother miraculously bore a male, so she was expected to behave as an heir apparent. Besides, heirs presumptive were also not expected to salute to the crown, they just weren't mentioned because heirs presumptive were necessarily female. Without going into too much detail, this was because the monarch of Flava was considered an executor of the combined will of the lords of Flava, rather than someone who stood above them. Because of this, commoners and those with non-hereditary titles saluted to the monarch as a representative of the nobility, but the hereditary nobles were not expected to salute to someone that represented themselves.
The rest of the students scattered toward the various doors arranged about the quad as Holly stood, eyes toward the floor, waiting for Sgt. Ira to address her. “CORPORAL GREEN!” he shouted into her face, “WHAT PART OF 'DON'T TRY TO DO ANYTHING ELSE' DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?!”
“I-”
“That wasn't a cue for you to speak. WHEN YOU ENROLLED IN THIS SCHOOL, YOU AGREED TO BE SUBJECT TO THE DISCIPLINE OF THE SCHOOL WITHOUT QUESTION, REGARDLESS OF YOUR STATION OUTSIDE THE SCHOOL! DON'T THINK YOUR STATUS AS A FUTURE LORD WILL EARN YOU ANY FAVOURS HERE! YOU WILL OBEY THE INSTRUCTIONS OF YOUR SUPERIORS, OR YOU WILL BE EXPELLED! IS THAT CLEAR?!”
“Y- yes.” Holly whimpered, holding back tears. She squirmed subtly on the spot as she cowered, becoming more aware of the discomfort that had built in her abdomen now that she was no longer moving her feet.
“YES WHAT?!”
“Y- SIR, YES SIR!”
“Good. Remember, the position of corporal means that you're to stand as an example to your fellow students, and I will accept nothing less than your best in that. Right, now I have work to do. Come with me.” He brought her into the school building, and up two flights of stairs to a door labelled 2D. Holly recognised it as the location of her next lesson on her schedule. “Stand there until break is over. I believe you have a lesson here next too, so once the bell rings, direct your classmates to line up along this wall behind you, and I will let you in when I'm ready to begin the class.”
Holly nodded, then paused for a few moments before jerking in realisation and adding “Sir, yes sir.” The sergeant entered the room and closed the door behind him, leaving her squirming alone in the hallway. A toilet door stood opposite her, tempting her silently with thoughts of relief. The hallway was completely empty, and no one would be around for some time yet. She had time to relieve herself, and no students were around to walk in on her. But no, Sgt. Ira was sitting in his classroom, and he'd know something was up if she made a move. She'd have to stand there, right in front of the toilet, and wait as her only opportunity for the next two and a half hours closed.
She pulled her waistband up her hips, driving the seat of her trousers into her crotch. It helped a little, and her squirming slowed. She was as desperate now as when she'd taken that detour while retrieving her sash. “Aah, I really shouldn't have done that” she thought to herself in frustration, noting that, while it probably wouldn't have made for particularly graceful marching, she'd easily have made it to this point if she'd just held it. This time, she'd have to wait at least three times as long. She weighed up her options:
She could knock on the door and ask Sgt. Ira if she could go, but she was being punished for this exact thing and it was not likely that she'd be believed about her urgency so soon after having supposedly just gone for a wee.
She could ask in class when it got unbearable. She didn't want to draw that sort of attention to herself, but it would mean a good chance to use a toilet when no one else was around. However her next class was with Sgt. Ira and even under normal circumstances he didn't come across as the sort of teacher likely to allow that, let alone in her current situation.
She could try to pretend it was something else, like a stomachache, and get released to the nurse for health reasons, and then find a toilet on the way.
The third option stood out to her as the most sensible. Ultimately, she was going to get to the point where she wouldn't be able to hide her urgency any more; if she could try to make her motions ambiguous enough that they could be passed off as something less embarrassing, that would at least take some scrutiny off her, as long as she found a way out before anyone actually saw any urine. And in the worst case, if someone did see that, then anything she'd said before hand was irrelevant anyway. Having decided on a course of action, she shifted her pose somewhat, grabbing her left arm with her right hand and crossing the forearm over her belly, and bending forward slightly as she leant against the wall. Hopefully, she now looked a bit more like she was in pain and less like she was desperate.
A bell rang loudly on the wall behind her, startling her and forcing her thighs together as her bladder spasmed. Students began appearing in the hallway after a few moments, and she directed those approaching her door to queue behind her. One student ducked into the toilet instead of following her directions. She couldn't help but feel that he was taunting her, despite her careful efforts to hide her situation. After a few moments, the door rattled and Sgt. Ira appeared before her. “Okay class, your seats are assigned according to marching order. File in and fill them from the front right to the front left, and then behind that from the left to the right, alternating the order in each row.” he instructed as the students filed in. Holly took her seat at the front right of the room as her fellow students moved past her, working out their positions.
“Okay class, our first topic will be the War of The Lilies. We will look-” the classroom door opened again, interrupting Sgt. Ira as he began. The student whom Holly saw use the bathroom earlier tiptoed in, coming face-to-face with the sergeant. “Why are you late, private?”
“I- I was in the toilet.” the boy responded haltingly.
“You've just had a 15 minute breaktime, plenty of time to sort that stuff out. Now is lesson time, and you are wasting it. See me at lunchtime. Now, presumably that open desk is yours. Sit, and we'll get on with the lesson.” Ira turned back to the class as the student found his seat. “Now, as I was saying, our first topic will be the War of The Lilies. We will look at the political and social setting of the war, and its causes and effects on the world at large. To start with, can anyone tell me the two principal participants in it?” No one moved as he looked around the room. “Oh come on, at least one of you must have already studied this? No? Corporal, what about you?” He turned toward Holly. “Stand up, and lets hear what you can tell us.”
Rising carefully, she couldn't help but bend forward slightly and press her thighs together as she answered. “Uh- F- Floraden and Dathomir?” She spoke haltingly, trying to sound uncertain. She knew a fair amount about the war, but she didn't want to attract too much attention by seeming nerdy.
“Exactly! See, I knew someone would know.” Holly sat down, sighing quietly as she squirmed about, failing to get comfortable. “To be more precise, Floraden was a Kingdom and Dathomir styled itself as a “Citizens' State”. The two countries existed in the pre-cataclysm period, shortly before the still poorly-understood Celestial Cataclysm. Surviving records from that period are scant, and filled with superstition, but we've managed to piece together much of what happened during this war, primarily due to the good record-keeping practices of the Floradenes...”
The lesson continued on, with Sgt. Ira talking about the political situations of the two states, the natures of the leaders and a variety of other details. Holly tried to stay attentive and take notes in her workbook, but her toilet situation was getting progressively worse. She couldn't find a comfortable position, and couldn't help squirming slightly in her seat straight from the start of the lesson. By fifteen minutes in, she was already bent forward with her legs crossed tightly, and had lost concentration on what the sergeant was saying. A spasm rolled through her, and she gripped her chair with both hands, pulling against it as she squirmed intensely in the seat and grimaced in discomfort. She longed to press a hand into her crotch, but that would make it too obvious what she was dealing with, and she needed to hold on to that ambiguity if she had any chance of saving her dignity.
Thirty minutes later and she was struggling severely. She'd pushed her chair away from the desk and had both hands on her knees, pressing down with the weight of her body to help reinforce her pelvic floor. She quivered slightly in this position as waves of urgency rolled through her, her eyes shut tight, trying not to notice the whispers of the class around her, wondering what was wrong. The bell rang, signalling the start of the second period (this was a double lesson) and startling her, causing her to gasp audibly as she felt the sensation of liquid flowing from her urethra. Tears filled her eyes as warmth blossomed in her underwear, the wetness running down to her butt before soaking into the fabric.
“-orporal. Corporal? Corporal!” She slowly became aware of a voice addressing her as she managed to cut off the flow, and opened her eyes to see Sgt. Ira standing in front of her desk. “Corporal, what's wrong? You look like you're in pain. Are you sick?” He asked, apparently in genuine concern.
“T- I- er- s- stomachache” she whimpered back, barely clinging to the wherewithal she needed to continue her deception.
“Okay, I'll send you to the nurse's office. Just wait a few minutes for the hallway to clear.” His voice had taken on a markedly different tone; it had softened, and it felt encouraging and delicate.
She held the same position for a few more minutes, quivering and pressing against her lap, until the sergeant spoke again “Okay, the hallway should be empty now. Go to the nurse's office. It's on the ground floor near the reception. If you take the stairs on your left, it's just across the hall at the bottom.” He pointed to another student a few desks away. “You, go with him. Make sure he gets there safely, and then report straight back here.”
“Well, so much for finding a toilet on the way” Holly thought as she stood carefully, keeping her thighs together and bending almost double. She crossed one forearm over her belly again, gripping her other arm as she tried to prevent her hands from wandering toward her crotch. Slowly, she made her way out of the door and started down the corridor, flanked by her fellow student. In her current state, even being free to walk around made little difference to her urgency, and her bladder pulsed with each footfall. As they approached the stairwell, a particularly powerful spasm rocked her, and she fell against the wall, lifting a leg up and letting out a quiet moan involuntarily. Her accompaniment waited quietly for her, concern writ plainly on his face. “Will you be okay on the stairs?” he asked as she started moving once more.
“I'll- manage.” Holly managed to gasp as she tensed herself and pressed her weight against the railing.
Step by step, she lowered herself, hanging onto the banister to minimise the impacts of her feet. The other student went ahead of her, looking ready to catch her if she fell. As she reached the first floor landing, she fell hard onto her foot, and hot urine rushed toward her exit, radiating warmth within her crotch. Unable to bear it as she was, she buried a hand in her pocket, reaching across to press against her vulva. Mercifully, her companion was turned away from her, beginning to descend the next set of stairs, so her actions went unnoticed as she tried to contain the waters within her urethra. The fabric of her underwear brushed past her clitoris as she clawed toward her sphincter, and a shock of pleasure played across her pelvic floor. The walls of her urethra squeezed together as the unexpected sensation triggered muscle spasms, and its contents shot out into the waiting garment, failing to absorb and running down the girl's leg as a rivulet. She wiped away the liquid with the hand in her pocket, then returned to her fake-stomachache stance before the descending student turned back toward her.
The diminishing sensation of arousal proved to reinforce her somewhat, and she found the next flight of stairs somewhat easier while it lingered. It began to wane as she approached the penultimate landing, and as her feet hit the final step, a contraction began to build once more. She squirmed on the spot as her fellow student turned once more, and she carefully released the button on her fly and quietly pulled the zip down as she watched him for any signs of turning. He remained focused on his descent as the zip clicked down, link by link, until it was no longer exerting pressure on her belly. Even beneath her shirt, she could see a slight lump where her bladder protruded above her pubic bone, and she cradled the organ in her hand as she began her next descent, feeling each footfall in her palm as her detrusor spasmed slightly with each step. About halfway down the flight, the shock from a step forced her sphincter open unexpectedly, and a stream of liquid hissed quietly out into her clothing, shooting down her left trouser leg as she whimpered slightly. She stood stock-still, hunched forward in her stomach-ache pose, quivering in tension as she watched droplets from her trouser leg form a puddle on the step. Mercifully, the student waiting at the bottom was at the wrong angle to see what was going on, and he asked “are you all right?” as he heard her whimper and watched her stop.
“Y- yeah, just... a... se-” he began climbing toward her as she tried to force her urethra closed. In a panic, she put a foot forward and continued down the stairs, leaving a trail as she tried to regain control while moving. “I- I'm fine, just wait there” she gasped, desperate for him to stay at that angle where he couldn't see anything. The stream transitioned to a series of spurts over the next few steps, and then the spurting stopped as she continued to tense.
Carefully, she lowered herself to the end of the staircase, acutely aware of the drips still falling from her trouser leg as she closed on the student at the bottom. As she approached, he muttered “I'll go and tell the nurse” and dashed off through the door at the far end of the corridor, leaving Holly alone in the hallway. Without hesitation, she shoved a hand into her sodden underwear as he turned away, feeling immediately bolstered as she pressed a finger against her sphincter directly. Now, with a hand bolstering her faculties, she was more able to deal with the accident behind her. First, she bent over and wiped the hem of her trousers with a finger, stopping the remaining droplets from falling. Then, she turned back toward the staircase and began wiping up the drips that were already there with a handkerchief she produced from her pocket. Keeping an ear out for the footsteps of her accompaniment, she climbed the stairs once more and squatted down to try to address her puddle. She couldn't get rid of it entirely with just a handkerchief and the time she had, so instead she swept the liquid sideward toward the railing with the square of fabric, trying to spread it out and make it look thinner and less recent. The puddle looked colourless against the dark stone of the stairs, but the staining on the handkerchief clearly revealed its golden hue as it began to soak in.
She managed to force the worst of the liquid over the edge and into the stairwell, and the remaining puddle lost the clearly-defined meniscus that revealed its recency. Stumbling down the stairs once more, she pulled the hand out of her crotch and returned her handkerchief to her pocket. Returning to her fake stomach-ache position as before, she slowly made her way to the door marked “Infirmary”. The student who'd accompanied her dashed past as she approached, barely looking at her as he hurried back to the classroom, presumably worried that Sgt. Ira would think he took too long and put him in detention for doing something else, like Holly had been earlier.
“Stomach-ache?” A blonde woman in a white uniform queried as she entered. When Holly nodded, she instructed “take off your straps, belts and jacket and lie down on the bed over there so I can examine you. I'm Miss White, the school nurse.” Holly staggered to a halt as she heard the word “examination”. It hadn't occurred to her that she might be examined by the nurse. She was hoping that she'd get to the infirmary and be told to lie down for a bit, and then she could hold herself in a bed without being noticed until long enough had passed that she could ask to be excused without making it look like she'd just feigned illness to be allowed to use a toilet. She was struggling to hold on as it is, and wasn't sure she'd be able to take being poked and pressed on as the nurse tried to work out what was wrong. On top of that, she'd been asked to remove the only things that were keeping her chest from protruding visibly, and the nurse might notice her breasts as she focused on the area just below them.
Nonetheless, she began removing her regalia, bundling it into her arm as she began to approach the indicated bed. She'd just have to bear it until she got the opportunity to ask to be excused. She shrugged her jacket off as she lowered herself carefully onto the mattress, falling into a foetal position with her back to the nurse, shoving a hand into her crotch unseen as her bladder complained at the motion. The nurse stood up and locked the door, before pulling on a pair of white latex gloves as she turned toward the bed. “Okay, roll onto your back and pull up your shirt so we can see what's wrong.” She instructed as she approached the desperate girl, and Holly complied slowly, moving her hand away from her trousers and using it to pull up her shirt as she rolled. On her back, Holly was uncomfortably aware of the two protrusions from her upper body that seemed so large to her as to be impossible to ignore, but the nurse apparently paid them no heed as she turned her attention to the area around the girl's navel.
“Now, can you tell me where you feel the worst of the pain” the nurse asked, and Holly pointed toward her upper belly, trying to keep the nurse's attention away from both her bladder and her breasts. “Okay, I'm just going to press around that area, to see if there are any obvious problems.” Holly winced as the nurse pushed her skin downward, the pressure affecting her bladder even at that distance. A trickle of urine began to flow from her sphincter, intensifying each time the nurse pressed. “There appears to be some swelling and spasming a bit further down”, the nurse described as Holly felt the palpations move toward her bladder, and an “Aah!” came from her mouth as she tried to think of something to say to stop her going further. “I know it hurts, but it'll all be o- huh?” A press directly on her bladder overwhelmed Holly's defenses, and a powerful stream of urine hissed out into her clothing as she tried in vain to hold her sphincter closed. The crotch of her trousers sparkled as liquid squeezed through the fabric, forming a visible stream that ran down between her legs to the bed, where it pooled as a yellow circle on the sheets.
Holly's hands shot down to her crotch and she bent double and turned to one side as she urinated full-force into her trousers. “I- if you needed the toilet, you should've said!” The nurse called out as she dashed across the room to a cupboard. “I'll get you a bedpan, just wait there and try to hold it in.”
“N- no, I c- can go to a t- toilet.” Holly replied, rolling out of the bed as urine streamed down her legs. She'd managed to reduce the flow somewhat, and her pee left her as a series of powerful spurts when she tried to stumble across the room. “I'm not letting you out there to wee all over the hallway. I'll get in trouble. Here's a bedpan, try to get as much as you can in there. Now let me help you with those clothes.” She slid the metal bowl toward the urinating student, and moved toward her to help with her clothing. Holly shook her head, not willing to let the nurse see her naked, even in this situation. She was quite the pitiful sight: hunching over by the door, a yellow puddle rippled around her feet as she continued to pump squirts of urine into her soaked clothing, and she had her waistband pulled up as far as she could, trying to prevent her trousers from being pulled down while also grinding their crotch into her vulva. “Look, whatever you have down there that you don't want me to see, I can assure you I've seen it before. There's nothing to be shy about, now please” the nurse pleaded, reaching toward the urinating girl's trousers. Her pleas were answered by a high-pressure golden spray forcing its way out through the crotch of Holly's trousers as she cowered away from the encroaching hand.
The nurse's expression soured as droplets of urine splashed her arm. She sighed as she chose a different tactic: “I didn't want to have to do this, but if you don't use the bedpan now, I will make sure to talk to the administration and have you expelled for public urination and faking illness.” At this, Holly's world came crashing down. She had two options: pull down her clothes, revealing her vulva to the nurse and getting expelled for being female, or stay as she was and get expelled for wetting herself. Another squirt of urine spurted through her trousers as her mind blanked momentarily in despair, showering the bedpan beneath her with a cascade of droplets, a few making it into the vessel, but most adding to the puddle growing around it. Then, no longer bound by fear of expulsion, her modesty took charge, and she hooked her thumbs into her waistbands, pulling them down to her knees and freeing a powerful stream to shoot outward and add to the puddle on the floor.
She squatted hurriedly over the metal container beneath her and relaxed fully, and her frothing stream reinforced into a torrent that arced between her spread legs, completely missing the bedpan. Holly's eyes widened in panic as she covered the shoes in front of her in her pungent emission, and she bent forward, forcing the stream down toward the middle ground between the two women, where it reflected from the edge of a floor tile in a spray that soaked the now-retreating nurse's ankles. The golden jet flicked from side to side as Holly waddled backward, slowly zig-zagging toward the toilet-seat-shaped rim of her intended target. As the cascading torrent came into contact with the lip of the vessel, the force catapulted it forward, causing it to flip over and splash down into the spreading puddle. In a panic, Holly reached for it, fumbling with the slippery wet metal as she tried to postpone her relief once more.
Her stream slowed to a trickle momentarily as she tensed with all her might, but the incredible pressure of her contracting bladder proved too much, and she couldn't help but moan as a series of powerful spurts forced her sphincter aside. She rotated the container frustratedly, the puddle beneath her frothing and rippling as she unleashed squirt after squirt of steaming urine into it. Fumbling the vessel into the correct orientation, she shoved it hard against her, sighing loudly as she relaxed once again. A clattering cacophony sounded as she released a torrent of pee into the bedpan, drowning out the noises of the relieved girl above it. Holly practically sparkled with bliss at the sensation of her bladder slowly emptying. Her mind clouded and her eyes closed as she let out an uninhibited moan of satisfaction. Regardless of what came next, she was free for the moment to forget the world as she relieved herself, a freedom she had already missed so sorely, even just in those few hours she'd been at the school.
The sounds coming from below her changed quickly into a gurgle as urine began to pool in the wide container, slowly increasing in pitch as the waters rose. The fluid sloshed about as Holly rocked unconsciously in time with her continuing bladder contractions, causing occasional splashes to jump up past the rim to further wet the girl's legs and buttocks. The pitch of the noises began to increase rapidly as the fluid level approached the seat of the device, and the sudden tickle of splashback jolted Holly out of her trance. In spite of the fullness of the vessel (designed to contain an entire bladderful of urine even from most women) and the yellow puddles surrounding her, Holly's bladder was still far from empty. She mustered up a sliver of wherewithal and tried, once more, to stop the flow, but by this point, she could just barely manage to slow it from a torrent to a stream.
She lowered the bedpan to the floor in a hurry, causing liquid to splash out as she rose into a half-squat, the stream of urine visibly arcing toward her feet. Her trousers slipped down to her ankles as she stood, getting bathed in her unstoppable stream and saturating fully. Turning toward the vessel, she bent forward to pick it up, sending urine squirting out behind her for a moment before she returned upright. “Huh? What are you...” the nurse began as she watched the girl add to the puddle once more, trailing off when she noticed the fullness of the bedpan. Holly turned toward her with tears in her eyes, and sobbed “I- it's not big enough!”
“Empty it in the sink, quickly!” the nurse directed her, pointing at a low basin a short distance across the room. Holly waddled toward it, leaving a wide trail behind her as she continued to soak her trousers from almost a meter away. Her torrent picked up once again as she dumped the bedpan into the sink, and another puddle expanded around her as she watched golden liquid swirl into the drain. Quickly, she dropped the emptied container beneath her and collapsed onto it, finishing her pee in a sitting position with her arms wrapped around her legs. She managed to refill the bedpan halfway again before her stream finally began to taper off, and she dropped her head onto her knees in exhaustion as the last few squirts shot out into the container beneath her. Her head swam and her eyes flickered as sleep began to overcome her.
“Alright, alright, don't fall asleep there” the nurse's voice cut through the haze and anchored her to reality. “I can tell you're exhausted, and I'll give you the opportunity to rest in a bed, but first, we need to sort some stuff out. Firstly, I'll go into detail about the situation later, but for the moment, suffice to say I'm not going to have you expelled or tell anyone your secret. Now that that's out of the way, here are some wet wipes.” She placed a packet on the draining board of the sink. “Strip and wipe down your legs and feet with these – try to get all the urine off, and then you can pick a bed and have a nap. I'll rinse out your shoes and replace the ruined parts of your uniform, call in the janitor to clean up this mess, and wake you up around lunchtime, by which point your shoes should be mostly dry, and then after that we'll talk about your situation and how it relates to the nursing staff.”
Holly moved in a daze, fumbling with her laces, and then kicking off everything below her waist, before grabbing a handful of wipes and dealing with the sheen of urine that seemed to cover every inch of skin below her vulva. Grabbing an ordinary tissue from the box on the nurse's desk, she wiped between her legs, quietly squeaking as the friction against her sensitised nethers caused a shock of pleasure to roll through her, turning her legs to jelly. She stumbled toward the nearest bed and collapsed into it, squirming comfortably as the pleasant fluttering sensation in her lower abdomen quickly lulled her into a peaceful sleep.
Edited November 30, 2021 by redlaw
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I've finished another half-chapter. I was going to cut it in two a bit earlier, after the thing with the teachers, but I ended up finding a better place the school building I made in a tabletop game map editor to better assist with visualising the descriptions in the second section. I'm not sure if the image will embed, but if not, it should be available for download somewhere at the bottom, like the spreadsheet I added before.
Chapter 3
“...wow, what a mess. What happened to cause this?”
“A student with urinary retention due to first-day anxiety didn't take too well to the catheter...”
“...oh, it's just a little scratch. Wait a moment, I'll get you a plaster...”
“... yes, he's okay, he's taking a rest. Tell Miss Libra that he probably won't be up and about before lunchtime...”
Snippets of conversations drifted through Holly's mind as she slept. She had always been strangely attentive to the room around her when she was sleeping, and she'd never really worked out why. It never seemed to affect her sleep quality though, so there was never any reason to do anything about it.
“I await thee, heroine.” This voice was clearer than the others. It sloshed about in her mind like water, spreading warmth across her awareness. “Deliver unto me thine offering.” Holly jolted awake as the voice drained away, as if down a plughole. It did not appear to have come from the room around her, like the others, but she felt like it was more than just a dream. As she looked around, gathering her bearings, the nurse addressed her. “Ah, Miss Green, I see you've awoken. Did you have a good rest? I was going to wake you up at lunchtime in about half an hour, but it seems you're already wide awake.” Holly nodded non-committally, looking around in concern as the woman addressed her as a female. “Don't worry, there's no one here and the door is locked. Now, I got your official name from a student who was sent looking for you, but would you tell me your real name? I can't imagine you're still Holvar as a female.”
“H- Holly. My name is Holly.”
“Well then Holly, let's talk a bit about your situation. First, the sole concern of the nursing staff at this school is the health and safety of the students. We are duty bound to protect any private health information even from the school administration, so I won't tell anyone about you. You aren't the first female to try to attend this school; we get one every few years. Unfortunately, as far as I know, none have successfully graduated. The last case was three years ago, and she was discovered when she was found urinating behind the bicycle shed, but I sincerely hope you fare better. I can't offer you a huge amount of assistance, especially because after that most recent case, the school has been clamping down on the techniques that we'd used to provide assistance to female students. I used to write notes for female students describing 'chronic dermatitis on the upper back, which requires a waterproof dressing to prevent inundation', which allowed them to hide their chest binding during swimming lessons with waterproof tape, but after that most recent girl, the school has decided to be less trusting and wants someone on the staff to adjudicate any situations like that, so it can no longer work. However, if you find yourself in need of a toilet and have found nowhere else you can go, then just one in a while, you can come here and I might be able to provide you with a bedpan. Or two.” She glanced over toward the sink as she said this, thinking about the incredible quantity of urine that the girl in front of her had released about half an hour ago. “Bear in mind, though, that there will be other students in here from time to time, and that if you're constantly going in here with visible urgency and leaving relieved, it will attract unwanted attention, and could leave both of us in a spot.”
The nurse turned toward her desk and withdrew some clothes from a drawer. “Anyway, I took the liberty of disposing of the ruined clothing you left on my floor, and brought some replacements from the school shop. Don't worry, the clerk gives them to me for free if I need them for a patient. I wasn't able to get any underwear though, so for the moment, you'll need to make do without. Your shoes are over on the heater, and your jacket and regalia are on the table there.” She gestured to the side of the bed, where the red jacket lay beneath an assortment of belts and sashes. “I don't know whether you had some sort of chest binding, but if not you should consider one, as those things are pretty obvious.” The infirmary was fairly cold, and when Holly looked down, she started with surprise as she noted how visible her nipples had become under her thin shirt and vest. She stripped off fully and retrieved the binding from her jacket pocket, winding it around herself clumsily as she shivered. She wriggled back into the vest and was about to shrug her shirt back on when she noticed a light spattering of yellow around the hem. The clothing smelled slightly floral, with a hit of acridity, a scent Holly recognised as that of her own urine. Stray droplets must've been flying around and coated it during the chaos of her most recent voiding, she surmised dejectedly. It was bad enough that she'd ruined two pairs of underwear before lunchtime, the fact that she'd somehow also managed to cover two shirts in her emissions was difficult for the poor girl to accept. Fortunately, the nurse had procured a replacement, so she'd be able to dump this one too and try to forget about her disgrace.
As she pulled up her new trousers, she noted with mild disdain how much more comfortable it was without her underpants. She didn't want to get used to going commando, but she couldn't deny that those men's underwear just weren't the right shape for her. After slipping on her shoes (without socks) and sorting out her jacket and regalia, she triple checked her fly, uncomfortably aware that a properly closed zip was the only thing preventing her classmates from getting an eyeful of vulva. “Are you all ready? Good.” The nurse unlocked the door, opening it for the refreshed girl as she headed back to her lessons.
Her current lesson was a single period of Mathematics with a Miss Libra, one of the few female teachers in the school. She strode through the corridors confidently, relieved as she was of the litres of urine that she'd been carrying in her previous journeys through them. Shameful though it was, she found that walking around without underwear was rather pleasant. She felt free, as if the garments were a weight pressing down on her that had now been lifted. Minute temperature differences as she moved between sunny and shaded areas, the slight breeze as she forced still air aside and the minute movements of her clothes as she moved through each step were all suddenly so much more apparent than they usually were.
Holly quickly found the door to room 1A and cautiously stepped through. She was greeted by forty-odd pairs of eyes, and a wave of self-consciousness washed over her. She had to resist the temptation to check on her fly once more, and she became acutely aware of her breasts straining against their binding. At the front of the class stood the armoured woman she'd seen earlier who'd led the Iu house students off to their drill practice, and that teacher addressed her now as she cowered unconsciously in the doorway. “Ah, you must be Holvar. I was told you'd be resting until lunchtime, is your stomach better already?”
“Ah... uh... yes Miss.” Holly responded unconfidently.
“Oh, that's good. Now, take a seat, and I'll introduce myself again. After all, I'm sure you're wondering, just like everyone else, what the deal with the armour is.” The redheaded woman smiled warmly, but Holly couldn't help but notice a hint of strain behind it, and the woman shifted her weight noticeably as Holly found her way to her desk.
“I am Kritie Libra, a paladin of Iu. I wear this armour according to the vows of my order – the greatest of which is to always be prepared to uphold the law. 'Why is a paladin of Iu teaching Mathematics instead of punishing criminals?', you might ask. Well, Iu, as the goddess of Law and Order, does not just deal with things related to the law of the land and the stability of nations, no. Law and Order covers all sorts of other things that can be described by consistent systems of reasoning, including things like the Laws of Nature and the Laws of Mathematics. And paladins of Iu, similarly, do not all take martial duties related to the laws of the land such as police and court officials. My duty to the Lady of Law is to spread her laws to the people, and to do that, I have become a Maths teacher. Now, Holvar.” She turned to the blackboard behind her, chalk in hand, and began scrawling upon it, keeping her thighs pressed together and pushing her bum out excessively as she bent forward. A few moments later, she stepped away from the board and retreated to the chair behind her desk, which had been turned to the side to look into the classroom. “You weren't here at the start of the lesson, but I skimmed through the information provided with your application, and your Mathematics scores were high. I don't expect you'll have much trouble with this, but please go ahead and show me that I don't need to schedule you for a make-up lesson. Come and write any working and your answer on the board.”
The problem written on the board was a simple fraction arithmetic problem. There were a few parts to it, but it was no challenge to Holly, who quickly did the working in her head and darted up to the front of the classroom to scribble her answer after the equals sign, trying to avoid spending too long in the class's focus. “Absolutely correct, well done. You could stand to show a bit more working though – you should try to show anyone examining your work not just that you can get the answer, but how you got it too. Very well, until the end of the lesson, start working through page 45, questions 1 to 20 in the textbook on your desk like the rest of the class.” The woman leaned back and crossed her legs, squirming subtly as Holly got to work.
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Kritie Libra had not had the best morning. The school was really not equipped to cater to women in any way. The staff barracks toilets had been closed for cleaning when she woke up, and the unisex toilet in the administration complex – the only toilet designed to be used by women on the main school site – was, like usual, occupied by Sister Xanthe, the religion teacher, both before school and during morning breaktime. That left Kritie in a rather inconvenient situation. Constricted by the unforgiving metal of her breastplate, her bladder pulsed violently in her abdomen, begging for release.
With 10 minutes of the lesson yet to go, she rose to her feet. Squirming in her chair was no longer enough, so she began pacing slowly along the rows of desks, ostensibly looking for anyone who needed help. A particularly powerful spasm assailed her as she reached the back of the room, and she pressed her hands against her thighs and bent at the knees as she struggled to keep her sphincter closed. She looked around guiltily as she strained, relieved to see no one looking in her direction. Turning toward the next row as the spasm died down, she continued her desperate patrol before anyone noticed she'd stopped.
Her situation was getting rapidly worse. Even though she was confident she'd manage to make it through the class and get to the toilet in time, she still had her armour to remove, which would take her quite a while on her own, especially with her range of motion limited by her urgency. At this point, if she wanted to make it in time, she'd need to find someone to help her undress – someone who wouldn't take pleasure in watching her squirm, and who wouldn't share what happened with everyone they knew. Ideally, the person to ask would be Sister Xanthe, but if she was around to ask, she'd already be in the toilet and Kritie would be forced to wait, and besides, she had prayers before lunchtime, so she was usually delayed then anyway.
Fortunately, paladins of Iu were granted minor abilities through their faith, which allowed them to gauge the temperament and likely behaviour of the people around them. It wasn't a precise tool, it just gave them a vague feeling about people, but it hadn't failed Kritie before. She opened her senses to this ability now, and cast her gaze about the room. One student caught her attention immediately: the boy who'd come in late from the infirmary, Holvar Green. He practically glowed with trustworthiness, indeed, it was one of the strongest sensations she'd ever gotten from that ability. There was something beyond that, some hidden quality or secret that he was hiding, but it he still seemed like her best bet. She'd ask him to come with her at the end of the lesson.
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The teacher had begun pacing up and down the rows now, as the lesson began to draw to a close. Out of the corner of her eye, Holly noted a stiffness in the woman's posture as she strode slowly through the classroom. As much as Holly sympathised with her obvious situation, it also provided an opportunity for her: if she followed the teacher after the lesson, she'd be guided to a toilet for women without fail. It would probably be a staff toilet that she wasn't allowed to access, but it could still prove useful in the future if she knew where it was.
The woman was working her way down Holly's row by this point, and as she passed Holly's desk, the student in front looked up to her and asked “how do I do this one” while pointing to the book. She took up a position behind him, leaning over him with both hands gripping the back of his chair as she looked over his shoulder at the book. She couldn't stand still as she explained the problem in more detail, and Holly's eyes were automatically drawn to the armoured rear that oscillated just in front of her desk. Miss Libra's armour was basically a metal leotard of sorts, with thigh-high sabatons and gauntlets that reached all the way to the shoulder. Holly was under the impression that clothing and mail were usually worn under plate armour, but the region of bare flesh between the seat of the cuirass and the top of the sabatons suggested that this may not be the case for her teacher. The curve of the woman's buttocks was just visible below where her legs disappeared behind the metal of her cuirass, and the muscles contracted visibly as she squirmed around.
“...and what number can you think of that-” Holly heard the quietest liquid hissing sound as Miss Libra inhaled sharply and tensed fully, halting her explanation halfway through to focus on containing what could only have been a leak. “-that goes into both 36 and 48?” she finished as if nothing had happened, allowing the student to think before she continued her explanation. She returned to the front of the class after finishing with the student, arriving at the board just as the bell rang for lunchtime. “Okay, that's the bell. Class dismissed. Holvar, you're the Corporal of the Ea class right? Come with me, I have something I need you to help me with.” Miss Libra instructed loudly, already speed-walking toward the doorway of the classroom.
Holly jumped up, hurrying to follow the speeding teacher, wondering why the clearly-bursting woman wanted her for something at that moment. Shouldn't she be rushing to the bathroom first? Had Holly misinterpreted what was going on? The redhead in front of her rushed through the hallways, walking awkwardly as she tried to keep her thighs together, heading in the same direction Holly had come about an hour before, but turning the other way at the bottom of the stairs, toward a door that led to an outside area. Upon leaving the school building, she fell against the exterior wall, shoving both hands into her crotch and lifting a leg. She stood in that position for a few moments as Holly approached, before jerking upright once more and making for a door to a different building just across the courtyard. The door was marked “Staff Only”, and Holly hesitated for a moment before following her teacher through. The pair came to a short hallway that opened out to a wider rectangular area at the end with a few seats, and a door with both male and female indicators upon it. “Okay Holvar, as you can see, I'm in a bit of a predicament. I haven't been to the bathroom since last night, and I'm...” she paused, uncertain of how much to say. “I need you to help me remove my armour, can you do that for me?” Holly nodded, happy to assist the struggling woman before her. The embarrassment she'd been suffering since the start of the day was not something she wished on anyone else, after all. “Okay, there are laces down each side of each sabaton that I need you to undo. I'll undo the laces on my hips and torso so I don't need to bend over. A- and don't tell anyone about this, please.” Her face turned red as she spoke the last sentence to the floor and began to pull off her gauntlets.
Holly kneeled down in front of the bursting woman and started reaching for a sabaton, only to be kneed in the face as her teacher lifted her leg in desperation. “Sorry,” she squeaked through gritted teeth as a powerful contraction rolled through her. “It's fine” Holly responded quietly as she came around from behind instead, beginning to fiddle with the laces on the un-raised sabaton. The laces came undone easily, but there were a lot of them, and the squirming of the leg beneath made them difficult to properly grip. Holly finished the outer laces of the left leg quickly, and moved up toward the inner thigh, where the two pieces of armour were pressed together so as to make the laces nigh-inaccessible.
Thin trails of liquid led down the exposed part of the woman's thighs, and visibly yellow droplets had collected on angular parts of the armour. A cloud of warm humidity had formed around the area, and Holly's fingers became slick as she reached between two plates for the laces. At the sensation of force between her thighs, Miss Libra obediently parted her legs, moaning slightly at the increased strain on her urethra as it lost its reinforcement. As Holly began to pick at the first set, a slight hiss emanated from the region above her, and globules of golden liquid began to rain down on her hand. The woman above her whimpered quietly as she gritted her teeth and tensed, and the warm drizzle slowed.
The laces undulated slowly as the teacher tensed her thighs repeatedly, and Holly struggled to get purchase on the slippery, moving knots. Drips continued falling on her from above as she loosened knot after knot, and eventually the first sabaton came apart fully, revealing glistening wet, milky-white skin beneath. At the same time, the last lace on the woman's left flank came undone and the lower section of her body armour came loose, hanging free on one side, but still tied fast on the other. Making the most of the opportunity, she squeezed her fingers into the gap that she'd made and curled them into her crotch, sighing as she relieved some of the pressure on her urethra.
The fingers against her vulva allowed Miss Libra to reduce her squirming, making it easier for both parties to loosen their knots, and the remaining sabaton soon came free, quickly followed by the groin section of the breastplate. The metal fell to the floor with a thunk, revealing the woman's dripping fingers pushing a once-white pair of panties between her labia. “Keep an eye on my armour for me.” she muttered as she pulled on a keyring at her hip, extending the elastic hanger toward the lock and dancing on the spot as she fumbled the door open. Spurts of urine filled the cupped palm of her hand repeatedly, quickly draining out between her thumb and forefinger to puddle on the floor. As the door opened, she dropped the keyring and hooked both thumbs into her soaked underwear, pulling them down to her thighs and giving Holly a clear view of her quivering labia and sparse tuft of red pubic hair. A golden stream arced out ahead of her, intensifying into a hissing torrent as the door began to close behind her.
Seating herself on one of the chairs in a corner where the corridor widened, Holly settled down to wait for the woman to dismiss her, wiping her hands on her trousers as she went. Just as the chaotic hisses from beyond the doorway settled into a loud, stable gurgle, she started in surprise as another woman waddled hurriedly around the corner, angling straight for the bathroom door. Her black tunic with white yoke marked her as a member of the clergy, and the two hands buried in her loins, which caused her ankle-length skirt to bunch up to her knees, marked her as a woman in desperate need of a lavatory. She knocked lightly against the wood, calling out “Kritie, are you in there? Ooh, please hurry! Mmmh!” The caress of her dulcet voice filled Holly with a sense of warm contentment, and even her agonised moans felt strangely soft and comforting.
The sister looked around in a panic as she squirmed on the spot, sending her long blonde plait whipping around wildly. As her head turned toward the student sat nestled in a corner, she let out a loud squeal and pulled her hands away from her front, immediately bending forward and breaking out into a restrained potty dance. “Ah, I... a- are you a new student? I'm S- Sister Xa- nthe. Nn! The reli- aaah! I'm s- sorry!” she tensed in a half-squat and placed her hands on her knees, eyes widening in panic as her bladder spasmed precipitously. “Mmh!” a long spurt of urine accompanied another moan, and rivulets began to trickle down her legs and the inside of her skirt as she clawed at her crotch once more. Tears formed in the woman's eyes as another spurt filled her crotch with warmth, and she pulled up her skirt and shoved her hands directly against her sodden pink panties as she turned toward the door again. Droplets fell continuously from between her fingers, puddling slowly on the floor beneath her as she whimpered melodically in front of the doorway. After a few moments, she turned and waddled around in a tight circle, crossing each knee past the other leg as she stepped.
As she turned toward the line of chairs Holly was nestled in the corner of, she moved forward and carefully lowered herself onto the edge of the seat next to her, sighing vocally as she pressed her weight onto her hands. “Please pretend you never saw this” she muttered breathily to her neighbour, “oh, this is so embarrassing! Thank Ea you're a girl – if any of the boys could see me now, I don't know what I'd d- aaaaah!” The woman bent forward almost horizontally as a trickling noise emanated from her rear, and a cascade of droplets fell from the black fabric covering her slightly raised bottom to pool in the well of the chair.
Holly's heart jumped into her throat as the woman made her comment. How did she know? What would she do with the information? After all the events of the morning, would this be what did her in – a random desperate lady with absurd powers of insight? Regaining tenuous control over her sphincter, Sister Xanthe looked back at the girl, and, noting the terror on her face, offered: “Ah, that... was a secret, I'm sure. W- well don't worry, -aah!- it's... safe with meeeeee!” the last word becoming a high-pitched squeal as she fell backward and lifted her knees up to her chest.
At that moment, the bathroom door clicked open, and a red-faced Miss Libra sidled out nervously. Sister Xanthe was already on her feet, lifting the rest of her skirt up past her waist to reveal a thin stream of urine dribbling from her waterlogged panties to the floor. She barged past the redhead in a panic as her stream began to quicken, and the sound of a torrent splashing against tile became audible as the door shut behind her. Moments later, the now-muted splashing transitioned to a rapidly-intensifying gurgle, accompanied by a voiced sigh of ecstasy that could've melted the coldest of hearts.
“Alright, you can go.” Miss Libra instructed, trying to hide her wet underwear with a hand. “Not a word of this to anyone, understand? About Sister Xanthe too. My blessing will find out if you've told anyone, and I'll make you regret it. Now, off with you.” Holly didn't need to be told twice. She dashed down the corridor, anxious to make the most of her lunchtime break. The first order of business was to wash the pee smell off her hands, and after that, she could start looking around the campus for ideal places to relieve herself. It had been more than an hour now since her embarrassment in the infirmary, and Holly's eternally-inconvenient bladder was once again beginning to fill. She wasn't uncomfortable yet, but she was certainly conscious of the pressure growing within her nethers. She wouldn't make it until the end of her detention unless she found somewhere to go before the end of lunchtime, she was sure – indeed, she wasn't confident in her ability to hold it that long starting from empty, let alone with over an hour's worth of pee in her already.
Returning to the main building, she headed straight up one flight of stairs to the toilets on the first floor. This room had a large trough against one wall, reaching from the floor up to mid-chest height. A student was stood in front of it, showering the back of the device with urine, which followed the metal surface as it ran down toward the angled bottom and thence to the drain at one end. The fact that this device had a urine collection point at the floor, rather than around waist height, meant that it would probably be easier for Holly to use, but its complete openness meant that it would be incredibly risky for her to attempt anything unless she was absolutely sure no one would be coming. Regardless, she wouldn't be doing anything with it in the middle of the school day and especially not with someone already there, so she turned toward the sink and cleansed the remainder of the urine from her hands, ignoring the dull throb in her lower abdomen as the water splashed about.
Holly's plan was to spend the first half of lunchtime exploring the grounds for suitable out-of-the-way places, before returning to the canteen when it opened for her house at half past twelve to get lunch, and then returning to the most promising place she found to relieve herself before the next period began. Her unexpected diversion had cost her about ten minutes, so she had another twenty to start exploring. She began by walking around the perimeter of the main building, looking for secluded corners or alleys that were out of view of windows.
To begin with, she returned to the quadrangle and exited under the bridge, turning left to move around the south of the building. The playing field stretched out in the distance, dotted with students playing various sports or just milling about. A sparse area of decorative plants ran parallel to the building wall a short distance away, partially obscuring the pathway from students walking between the playing field and the eastern end of the school building. She came almost immediately to an alcove in the southwest corner of the building (location 1 on the map), which would've looked very promising had its two open sides not opened in the direction of the playing field, where the vast majority of students spent their breaktime. Even so, the fact that it had a drain made it particularly interesting as a place where she could completely empty her bladder without having to worry about hiding the resulting lake. The students on the playing field were fairly far away – there were some fields marked for specific sports that seemed off-limits closer to her – so given no better choice, it might be possible for her to empty herself without being noticed if she looked nonchalant enough about it. Her loins fluttered at the thought of relieving herself in view of so many people, but whether it was in terror or excitement, she was unable – or perhaps just unwilling – to say. All things considered, she decided to give this location 2/10 – it had some very useful features, but it was really too exposed to be useful unless there was no other option.
Continuing along the wall, she quickly found herself at another possible location – a nook where the building thinned that provided some cover in three directions (location 2 on the map). This location was better shielded from the playing field than the previous one, but it was overlooked by windows from the rooms on the other side of the wall. She could arrive crouching so she wasn't seen by anyone sat in their office gazing out the window, but she'd probably be audible from within, and anyone who got curious enough to get close to their window would have a perfect view of her squatting. The lack of drainage also meant that emptying herself fully there would complicate matters for her when her sizeable puddle got discovered. Nonetheless, if she could be confident the offices were empty, or there was heavy rain that could drown out the sound of her relief and wash away her puddle, it could still be an option. This location, she also ranked 2/10 – the circumstances that could make this location safe enough to consider were possible, but too rare to rely on.
Further along the wall, she came to what appeared to be an auditorium or a gym. It had a glass frontage that made it easy to see both in and out, leaving the corners where it protruded from the rest of the building completely exposed. As she rounded the final corner of the protruding auditorium, the wall returned to the familiar brick, and she found a small, windowed door that led to a darkened room (location 3 on the map). She was about to pass it by as out-of-the-question – there was no way she'd intentionally go for a wee indoors except into a toilet – but the future of her house depended upon her examining every option. Peering inside, she saw shadowed shelves of sports equipment, and baskets of assorted balls. Various gymnastic apparatus lined the walls, and protective clothing hung from railings along the far side. Trying the door, she found it was unlocked, so she pushed it open cautiously and tiptoed inside. Light shone in from where she'd entered, as well as from gaps around what appeared to be a pair of larger doors leading to the auditorium. She crept across the room, getting the distinct feeling that she was unwelcome, and slowly tried the handles on the larger set of doors. Nothing moved, and the latch that was clearly visible against the light from the auditorium remained closed. Satisfied that the side door was the only entry point without needing to fiddle obviously with a set of keys, she formed her opinion of the room. It was enclosed on all four sides, dark enough to hide in, and unlikely to be used without warning. On the other hand, any puddle was essentially guaranteed to be found eventually, with no weather to get rid of it and no plumbing for it to drain into, and with those gaps, the doors did not seem particularly soundproof, so if the auditorium was quiet enough, she might be heard on the other side. This location, she decided to rank 0/10 – absolutely not. Good girls don't wee in the corner of a room, no matter how full their bladder is...
She left the storeroom, trying to forget how tempting the quiet darkness was, and turned north to follow the eastern wall. As she rounded the corner of the storeroom, she saw a group of boys leaving a door a short way away to follow a path that led some distance to the south, before turning east toward the playing field. Even though the door led immediately into a classroom, it seemed to be one of the major thoroughfares for students going from the canteen to the playing field, and it was reasonable to expect this area to be busy often. As Holly passed by, she caught a glimpse through a series of windows of what appeared to be another outdoor area in the middle of the building, so she made a mental note to investigate it before lunch.
A matter of metres away from this major doorway, the wall turned inwards slightly, forming a slight alcove where someone could conceivably stay out of sight of the foot traffic going between the school building and the playing field (location 4 on the map). The only thing this alcove opened onto was a small area of unused land between the school building and the thick hedgerow concealing the campus's exterior fence. No pathways led through the boggy, uneven terrain, so any young women using the place as an ad-hoc lavatory would have no reason to expect to be stumbled upon by someone going about their day. However, the alcove was unnervingly close to this high-traffic doorway, and it offered barely a metre of wall to hide behind. Squatting would run the risk of leaving bits poking out around the wall, and there was no chance of a Holly-sized puddle remaining concealed for long. On top of that, the unmistakable sound of weeing would be easily audible from the pathway, and the short distance would leave her little time to try to cover herself if anyone came to investigate. Her final rating for this location was 1/10 – she might be able to go here to relieve some pressure, but she'd need to be on the ball about stopping whenever she heard anyone coming, and she wasn't confident that she had enough control to do that successfully. There was no chance she'd be able to relieve herself fully here without excessive risk either.
Leaving that disappointing spot behind, she continued her journey across the grass, arriving at a car park surrounded on two sides by the building's walls. A short staircase leading to a door on one wall provided access to the school via a windowed vestibule. Holly squirmed absent mindedly as she looked around – ordinarily, it would be around this point that she'd go out of her way to find a bathroom; indeed, if you stretch the definition of “bathroom” far enough, then that is a fairly accurate description of what she was doing right now. The vestibule receded before reaching the far wall, leaving a small rectangular area that was enclosed on three sides. Though the fourth side was open to the front gate in principle, the arrangement of parking bays meant that it would almost always be concealed by cars, and so it provided a potentially practical place for modest maidens to micturate. The car park ground was lower than that of the school, and the lowest point on the vestibule windows was comfortably above Holly's head, so for someone to see her squatting from inside, they'd need to peer downward at an awkward angle. On the other hand, anyone using the car park would easily spot her out of the corner of their eye as they climbed the steps to the door, unlikely though it was that it would see much in the way of foot traffic during the middle of a school day. Unfortunately, drainage here was completely absent – her wee would stick around until it either evaporated, got diluted by rain or got washed away by grounds staff after being discovered. Overall, this location lived up to its potential somewhat, earning a 4/10 – it wasn't without its risks, but it was more reliably safe than anywhere she'd looked at until now. She'd need to be careful about leaving too much of a puddle, but if she were to visit location 4 first and went a bit there, then she could come here afterward for more meaningful relief without leaving too much behind.
She then followed the wall around to the north side of the building, where the front gate stood a short way to her right. Since everything here was facing the main entrance to the campus, she didn't expect to find anywhere she could pee here, it was just the fastest way to get to the administration building and explore around there. As she passed in front of the main entrance to the building, an angry man with a red face burst through the doorway, shouting “OI, YOU! BOY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? STUDENTS AREN'T ALLOWED ON THE FRONT GROUNDS DURING THE SCHOOL DAY!”
Holly resisted the instinct to squeal femininely and turned to him, crossing her legs awkwardly as she stammered out a reply: “I- I'm so- sorry sir, it's- my f- first day a- and I g- g- g- got lost.”
Letting out an exaggerated sigh, he deflated somewhat “all right, I'll let you off this once – I don't have time to punish you anyway. Come through here and back out into the school.” He held the door open, motioning her through, and she obliged, walking awkwardly with her thighs pressed together as her bladder continued to spasm in surprise.
“The quadrangle is through that door,” he pointed straight ahead, “and the cafeteria is along the hallway to your left. Excuse me.” He walked off hurriedly, leaving Holly to regain her composure in the reception area. No one else was around, so she perched for a moment on a seat by the wall, sitting with her legs spread and her hands between them, surreptitiously pressing her wrists against her crotch. Her bladder quickly began to settle – she wasn't really that desperate yet, after all – and soon she was able to jump back up, perhaps a bit too energetically, and return to the quadrangle where she started from about fifteen minutes ago. Time was getting on, but she wanted to at least have a full picture of the school's exterior before she went for lunch. Turning toward the administration block, she cautiously began to follow it around, starting by heading west along the south wall. The first inside corner was already inhabited by a small group of students with green patches, who glared at her as she passed and made comments she couldn't quite hear. She hurried around the corner, finding a door that led to the other end of the hallway she recognised from 25 minutes prior, and she peeked in the window as she passed, catching a glimpse of a janitor just starting to mop the area in front of the toilet. If only that toilet wasn't locked, it would probably be her best option – surely she couldn't get in that much trouble if she was discovered trying to sneak in – but she wasn't going to waste time thinking about what couldn't be, so she continued on around the building.
The walls of the toilet jutted out from the rest of the building, toward the main gate, forming an enclosed rectangle along with the record room and the hallway (location 6 on the map). Ironically, given that this was just outside the only women's toilet in the school, this area proved particularly promising. It was paved with flagstones on the east side, but plain grass on the west, and even though the front gate was in the open direction, the administration block provided some cover. However, as she walked around, studying the angles that gave her the best cover from the front gate, a problem became apparent: she was only hidden from view when she was some distance into the flagstones – if she got too close to the grass, she'd become visible to the public and anyone entering during the day. This meant that if she wanted to have her wee drain away into the grass, she'd either need to risk exposing herself or hide as close as possible on the flagstone area and then try to arc her wee over from there, either by bending backward far enough or by trying to project it forward while standing. Even so, this was far and away the best place she'd surveyed thus far – it was far enough out of the way that even if she didn't bother with any urinary acrobatics, the chances of anyone stumbling across her puddle were fairly low. The main thing she had to worry about here was growing too attached and using it too often – if it started smelling strongly of pee, someone would be bound to start investigating, and might then catch her in the act, or at least make it too risky to continue using. Final rating: 6/10 – this place would probably become her go-to during school time, but she'd have to be careful to avoid ruining it through overuse.
Satisfied that she'd finished her exploration for now, she began to make her way back to the cafeteria to get some lunch. When she arrived however, the lunch queue was full of black-patched Uo students, and the Ea students were still waiting for their chance to queue. She considered standing around waiting to start queueing like the others, but then she remembered that she wanted to explore the outside area she'd seen through some windows earlier. Leaving the canteen through a door near the kitchen, she found herself in a hallway that seemed to be leading in the right direction. This passage ran along the drill quadrangle for a short length before continuing on past it further into the building. It terminated in a windowed area looking into a busy outdoor quadrangle enclosed by school buildings, which seemed to be the place she'd caught a glimpse of earlier. A row of benches lined the easternmost wall, and some picnic tables were scattered around the central area. The western section of the quadrangle was taken up by a raised area of decorative plants, with a narrow pathway allowing one to walk around the planted area.
Of particular interest to Holly was the stairwell tower that protruded from the southern buildings and didn't quite meet the west wall, leaving a narrow gap for someone to squeeze into that would hide them from view (location 7 on the map). It was tight, but Holly managed to fit through the narrow opening sideways, and then the alley opened up just enough for her to turn around, though only with her arms pressed tightly down at her sides. At the end of the alley, a gutter let out into a drain, which would be ideal for hiding any puddles, and the quadrangle entrance was completely obscured by the corners of the stairwell and the plants. Even if someone came down the path along the west wall, the alley was sufficiently in shadow that she might manage to make herself decent before they could even tell what she was doing, though she certainly wouldn't be able to remain completely unseen. However, the quadrangle seemed to be a popular hang-out spot during breaktimes, and students were constantly coming and going and wandering around. If she urinated too forcefully, the sound would be easily audible to the students on their lunch break, and would spur them to come investigating for sure, and then she'd be trapped in this narrow gap with no way to escape or avoid notice. Also, if she tried to squat down here, she'd only end up weeing all over her legs as there wasn't enough space to spread them out of the way. She'd need to either bend forward and wee behind her like she'd done this morning, or try to wee standing up like a boy instead – and even then, with her thighs pressed so tightly together, there would be no guarantee that it would go where she wanted it, and she might just end up soaking her uniform anyway. All in all, she rated this area 5/10 – she'd be very well-hidden and there was a drain for her to pee into, but she was unnervingly close to a large collection of students, there was nowhere to escape if she was discovered, and with how tight it was, she might just end up soaking herself anyway. Still, it seemed like one of the better options available to her.
Edited December 30, 2021 by redlaw
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Man, this took forever. I wanted to try to show how Holly's urgency developed naturally over the day and try to make it slowly worsen as she continued with her lesson, but it turns out a lot of stuff can happen in a few hours, and writing about all of it in an appreciable amount of detail just takes so long. I'm done, but I'm not really happy with how it finished as I ended up just wanting to rush to the end rather than making it as good as I possibly could. Also, trying to weave both plot and desperation together turned out quite challenging, and I'm not sure if I struck the right balance.
This marks the biggest plot point Holly will encounter today, and I'll probably finish off her day with a few shorter stories and more time skips, describing some of the situations that end up with her actually using the various kinds toilets she's encountered thus far. After that, I have a bit more story to tell, but it'll be over a few days and I think I'll get most of it out of the way by describing some letters between her and her family, and maybe a part of a day including a desperation scene if I get around to it. After that, I'll be ready to start writing some of the stories that occur later during her school life that I've been planning since I started this. I also have an idea for an alternate universe version where the school knows she's a girl but have made a special exemption to allow her to attend - this will allow me to tell some of the stories that I'm struggling to fit into this framework, and I'll probably do that with a bare-bones introduction and launch straight into the isolated event stories if I do that.
Anyway, here is chapter 3 part 2:
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Returning to the canteen, this time she found her fellow yellow-patched Ea students lining up by the counters, being admitted one-by-one to the serving area at the end of the room. She fell in behind a group of second years, crossing her legs slightly and tapping her foot as she settled in to wait. She was becoming quite uncomfortable now; her bladder sat as a hot lump in her belly, and she couldn't help but make subtle motions to assist her sphincter as she queued.
“Well, well, well. If it isn't our resident hippo wrestler.” Holly looked behind her, recognising the boy behind her as Dauen Gola, the boy who'd tried to talk to her after she took a dip in the fountain that morning. “I told you, I just fell in the fountain this morning. Where am I going to find a hippo on the school campus anyway?”
“Oh, you'd be surprised.” he indicated toward a nearby Ie student who was markedly overweight, with skin covered in a sheen of sweat and oil and a wide mouth with irregular teeth. Despite herself, Holly's face twisted into a slight grin and she had to stifle a giggle. As her diaphragm contracted, so too did her bladder, and she lifted a leg up and squirmed as a wave of urgency rolled through her. “Aha, you try to act stern and aloof, but your sense of humour betrays you. How's your stomach, by the way?”
“Ah, it's... fine.” Holly responded hesitantly, slowly remembering her excuse for leaving class this morning. “All I needed was a quick lie down and it settled in no time.”
“Ah, that's good. You still look a little uncomfortable though, are you sure you're okay?”
“Y- yes, I'm fine.” she tried to dismiss the line of inquiry quickly, before he stumbled upon the truth.
“Or maybe... you just need to pee. Is that it?” he grinned accusatively.
“I said I'm fine!” she snapped in response, turning away from him in frustration and ending the conversation.
Realising too late that her excessively aggressive response was basically an admission of guilt, she decided to focus on trying to look as natural as possible while she queued. She pressed her thighs together while consciously squeezing her urethra closed, and managed to quell the subtle squirming that she felt revealed her predicament. With her legs straight and her hands pressed at her sides, her stance was anything but natural, however, and she was not doing as well as she thought at hiding her urgency. Nonetheless, the boy behind her chose not to bother her any further as she slowly approached the head of the queue.
“Next. Next!” a prod from behind alerted Holly to the lunch woman calling upon her to get her food. “That's you.” the boy behind her whispered. She propelled herself forward in a state of mild confusion, walking awkwardly as her urgency returned now that her focus was broken. She grabbed a tray from a side table, and pointed to some sandwiches and a tray of shredded meat. The woman behind the counter obediently dispensed her choices onto a plate, and she slid the tray along to the drinks section of the serving area. Her bladder panged as she considered what to get, the thought of liquid flowing down her throat not especially compatible with her current urges; but she was rather thirsty, so she added two 750ml bottles of apple juice to her tray, which was a relatively unremarkable amount for her. Moving along to the end of the counter, she identified herself to the woman working the payment processor, who checked her appearance against her image on file before approving the sale and deducting funds directly from her quartermaster account.
She hurried toward an empty area of seating, setting herself down and quickly working her way through the food before her. Queueing had cost her about ten minutes, leaving her with precious little time to eat, and then select a suitable spot and relieve herself before the beginning of afternoon lessons. “Man, you aren't half scarfing that down quickly.” The boy who'd queued behind her pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down, a plate of salad before him. “Do you have somewhere to be? Or maybe... somewhere to pee?” He burst into laughter as his own comment. Holly exaggerated a glare in response, successfully suppressing the instinct to laugh at his uncomfortably accurate joke. Bringing a bottle of juice to her mouth, she drained it quickly, squeezing her thighs together and squirming in the chair as her bladder spasmed in response to the liquid running down her throat. She finished the last of her food in short order, and stood quickly, crossing her legs and bobbing about as she sorted out her tray. Then, with her remaining drink held between her arm and body, she took her tray to the rack and walked quickly out of the cafeteria, unscrewing the cap on the bottle as she strode into the sunlit drill quadrangle.
A few benches lined the north end of the area, and Holly perched herself at the edge of one, bending forward and squirming with her crotch against the metal as she took deep draughts of juice. When the bottle was close to empty, she brought it down and sighed loudly, before jumping up and draining the rest of the bottle with her head thrown back as she curtseyed deeply. Dropping her hand to her side as she finished, she bobbed up and down on the balls of her feet, muttering to herself “ooh, I need to pee!”
She began walking in the direction of the administration block, unconsciously changing her stance to put one foot in front of the other so that her thighs pressed together with each step. This had the effect of causing her hips to swing in a rather feminine way, but fortunately none of the few students on the quad noticed as she strode quickly along, tossing her empty bottle into a waste receptacle as she passed. She rounded the corner to her highest-rated spot cautiously, readying excuses in case it somehow turned out occupied, but as she expected, the coast was clear. She decided not to bother with trying to reach the grass from the flagstones this time – after all, it was her first time trying something like this, and she was only at a relatively ordinary level of desperation this time, so her puddle wouldn't be as large. So, looking around suspiciously, she hooked her thumbs into her waistband and then...
...just stood there, staring into the corner, bobbing slightly in place. She couldn't do it. In spite of all the events thus far, she still saw herself as a innocent maiden who wouldn't dare relieve herself anywhere that wasn't a toilet – and indeed, she was, at least in terms of her willing actions. That time this morning was different – she hadn't so much “relieved herself in an alleyway” as she'd “run into an alleyway while having an accident and pulled her clothes out of the way before they got too wet” – and now that she maintained conscious control of her sphincter, she couldn't bear to intentionally relinquish it in public. Logically, she knew full-well that if she didn't relieve herself here and now, she would not make it until the end of the school day, and she was unlikely to get another opportunity to go before then. Choosing to hold it right now was tantamount to choosing to have an accident later, but still, she couldn't break the years of social conditioning that made her who she was. Her bladder seemed to lie suddenly heavier in her abdomen as she turned, defeated, and shuffled awkwardly away from what was probably her final opportunity for (relatively) dignified relief.
Her afternoon would be taken up by physical training, which was split into a two sections: endurance training for the first hour and a half, and combat training for another 45 minutes after a 15 minute break. If she was lucky, she might get an opportunity to relieve herself during the break, but given how short it was and how full she knew she'd be, not to mention that that they'd probably still be under lesson conditions and not allowed to go where they wanted, that was unlikely. She arrived at the sports hall to find a notice on the doorway: “New students: you have been randomly assigned into groups for your PT lessons. Give your name at the desk inside, and you will be given your sports uniform and directions to your assembly point. Assemble in your normal uniform, and you will be brought to a changing room after your pre-lesson brief.” As Holly finished reading, the bell rang to indicate the start of afternoon lessons, so she entered the building to find Mr. Dent, the teacher who'd found her in the fountain, standing behind the uniform distribution desk. “H- Holvar Green” she introduced nervously. “Well, well, well. I'll see you in detention later, Mr. Green.” the teacher smirked menacingly, “You've been assigned to Mr. Drinkwater's class. Go up the stairs there and follow the corridor around. Room S3F.” He rifled through a box below the table and withdrew a plastic bag labelled with her name which contained an assortment of fabrics and a pair of trainers. “Here's your uniform. Try not to get it too wet.”
Following his directions, Holly quickly retreated up the stairs to her assigned room, noting with surprise that it was already mostly full when she ducked in. She found herself a free desk and sat down, quickly crossing her legs in discomfort as the benefits of moving her legs began to fade. The last few students filtered in over the next few minutes, until all the desks were occupied. “Alright, that looks like everyone” the man standing at the front of the room began as the last desk filled. “Welcome to physical training. The objective of these lessons is to make you fit and to teach you some of the things that you'll need to know to function well as military officers. These days, most graduates will not find themselves leading armies – even those with titles that grant them command of levies – but every graduate of St. Montfort's is expected to be able to serve as a commander in principle. This means you'll be expected to be able to keep up with a march, both ahorse and on foot, engage in combat in a variety of circumstances and keep yourself alive behind enemy lines, amongst other things. Today, you have been scheduled for two periods of endurance training and one period of combat training. Endurance training isn't quite what it sounds like – we use it as a generic category for everything that isn't covered in one of our more specific training topics, so you'll be doing various sports and exercises, not just running around until you collapse, though that will be involved too. Combat training will involve a variety of combat forms, martial arts, practical historical and current soldiering, weapon use and the like. Eventually it will also cover horseback combat, but not before you've studied equestrianism in general. Right, that's it for preamble; you'll be using the first-floor changing room just a bit further along the corridor. File out of the classroom row by row and follow me.” The teacher led them down the hallway to a door, which he unlocked and pushed open, allowing them to enter. “You have 5 minutes to get changed and return to the corridor for your next instructions. Anyone taking too long will lose their next breaktime.”
Sudden realisation flashed across Holly's mind as she queued to enter the changing room: since her accident in the infirmary, she hadn't managed to find an opportunity to replace her underwear! How was she going to get changed now without revealing her genitals to the class? Anxiety began to fill her awareness as the class began to file into the changing room; her legs weakened, her chest began to hurt, and her bladder surged with urgency. She placed one fist in her lap and the other on her chest as she moved slowly toward the doorway, trying to regulate her breathing and keep her sphincter shut without drawing any attention. Half-formed solutions swirled in her mind as she stumbled along: she could try to pull her shirt down far enough to hide her crotch while she put her shorts on – no, it wouldn't stretch far enough and would draw attention to her; she could wrap her jacket around her waist while she changed – which would be an incredibly effective way of showing everyone she had something to hide; or she could ask the teacher if she could go and get something she'd forgotten, to delay without getting in trouble – but she had nothing believable that she could want to get.
She wandered into the room in a daze, resignedly placing her packet of clothing down on a bench and dejectedly unzipping her fly when she noticed, out of the corner of her eye, the one thing that she'd been dreaming of since she started this morning: cubicles! As conspicuous as she'd be dashing into a cubicle to get dressed, it offered the best opportunity for her to hide her sex from the room – if she attracted unwanted attention for it, she could deal with that later. Almost skipping with glee, she danced over to one of the flimsy doors and burst through it. The cubicle contained a showerhead, with a tiled area sloping to a drain beneath it. The door had large gaps at the top and bottom, but effectively hid everything above her feet from the people in the changing room. She gazed longingly at the drain, squirming on the spot as her bladder contracted in preparation for voiding, but she couldn't. She had barely any time to change, let alone to have a shower, and she couldn't relieve herself without showering or someone would notice, and she didn't have a towel to dry herself off anyway.
Turning away from the oh-so-tempting drain, she pulled open the package and placed it on the floor as she began turfing out her new clothes. Her free hand drifted toward her nethers as she examined the uniform she'd been assigned. Though she wasn't anywhere near the point where she needed to press on her sphincter to prevent leaking yet, cradling her crotch nonetheless seemed to help take her mind off the discomfort as she tried to focus on getting dressed. Her sports uniform consisted of a simple white t-shirt and a pair of loose blue silk shorts, along with an unremarkable pair of trainers that she vaguely remembered being fitted for during the application process. The thinness of the shorts was something of a worry – they felt so soft that Holly was worried a strong wind coming straight at her might press them against her body enough to outline her differing equipment, but that was probably unreasonable, so she cast the thought out of her mind with conscious effort. Perhaps slightly more reasonable was the concern that if she sat in the wrong position, the fabric would hang loosely from her, potentially allowing onlookers to see all the way up her legs to her crotch; something she'd need to be especially careful of today due to her lack of underwear – though this was little different to when she was wearing short skirts, which was something she was already passingly familiar with.
She unbuttoned her shirt one-handed while lightly caressing her labia with the other. Slight tickles of pleasure radiated into her abdomen as she traced the line of her slit slowly from back to front, suppressing the sensations of pressure from her swollen bladder and washing away the remnants of the anxiety that gripped her moments ago. She longed for more as she undid the last button on her shirt, but she knew that she had to leave herself alone before it became more than just a holding aid, so she withdrew her hand from her trousers and shrugged off her shirt, continuing to squirm slightly in place to prolong the arousal. She quickly pulled the new t-shirt over her head and set to work on her shoelaces, her undone trousers beginning to fall down of their own accord as she moved about. As she kicked off her shoes, her trousers fell down to her knees, and she shook her legs, allowing them to fall the rest of the way, before stepping into her shorts and pulling them up to her waist. The trainers fit satisfactorily, and she quickly tied them up, before collecting her clothes together and hurrying out of the cubicle, throwing the bundle haphazardly in a free space as she darted around the now-empty changing room.
Bursting through the door, she came face-to-face (or face-to-chest, since the man was significantly taller than her) with the teacher, who was staring at his watch and counting down silently. “Phew, barely made it!” he commented with a grin as Holly appeared at the doorway. “Are you the last one? Good. Right, come this way everybody; we'll be going to the general courts to play dodgeball.” The playing field had three tiers of flat grass, separated by steep slopes descending downward toward a forested area at the far end. The teacher led them down to a low-walled rectangular area just past the hill down to the middle tier, and began dropping small, coloured cones to separate areas of the court. The students assembled in a group beside the court, watching the teacher mark the arena as they awaited further instructions. The chill air stung against Holly's exposed skin and through her thin clothing, accelerating her urge as she squirmed conspicuously behind her classmates. Shoving her hands in her pockets, she grabbed at her crotch through the fabric of her shorts and rocked back and forth on her feet as her bladder spasmed in complaint.
“Alright!” the teacher's voice startled her as he began addressing the class, and she jerked her hands to her side and stood up straight, tensing in place as a contraction rolled through her belly. “For anyone who doesn't know the rules, dodgeball is played in two teams on either side of the court marked out with cones. These lines a short way back from the middle are the attack lines – you can't throw a ball from in front of them, you must be in your area. The objective of the game is to eliminate the opposing team. You're eliminated if you're hit below the head by a ball that you fail to catch, if you throw a ball at an opponent which they then successfully catch before it hits the floor, or if you step out of the arena or past the middle line. When you're eliminated, go and sit on the slope to the first level and wait for the next game.” He held out his hand, pointing through the middle of the group. “People on my left, you're on one team and will play on that side of the court, people on my right, you're the other team.” Quickly counting the two teams, he frowned and then walked toward Holly, putting a hand on her shoulder and lightly coaxing her over toward the other team. She stumbled forward slowly, surprised at being moved in this way, and continued into the other group as he let go, walking awkwardly.
“Each team, line up against the far wall on your side with one hand touching it, and when I blow my whistle, you can run to try to get the balls from the middle. On your marks, PEEEEEEP!” At the sound of the whistle, Holly's teammates surged forward, leaving her and a few other, less-competitive students in their wake. She wandered forward, ignoring the balls in the middle and finding a spot in a corner where she could inconspicuously put in the bare minimum while she focused on suppressing her urge to urinate. She sidestepped slowly about the back of the court, pressing her thighs together and tensing her pelvic floor each time she closed her legs, watching the game for opportunities to make a show of being involved. The rhythmic motion seemed to help with her desperation, and competitiveness welled up within her as she found herself more able to play. With the game still in its early stages, few balls managed to find her corner, but whenever one bounced by, she'd pick it up and lob it toward the other team, aiming for their legs.
Even though it would probably be better for her to get out quickly and find a place to sit down, she didn't want to lose intentionally; in fact, she just plain didn't want to lose. As a lone girl in a school of boys, she felt somewhat like her honour was at stake, and she wanted to prove to herself that she could compete on their level. And so, her focus began to shift toward the game: anxieties about where and when she'd be able to go drained, and the sensation of urgency was pushed to the back of her mind. Nonetheless, her swollen bladder continued to spasm, eliciting unconscious holding actions as she tried to play. She'd wrap one leg around the other or squirm in place when searching for targets, squat down to the floor instead of just bending to reach for stray balls, and occasionally squeeze her crotch via a pocket when she felt no one was looking; but if anyone noticed her behaviour, they either thought it was just hyperactivity or didn't care enough to recognise it for what it was.
As the court began to clear around her, balls found their way toward Holly more frequently, and she had to maintain constant attention to stay in the game. There were only a handful of players left on each team now, and the game was entering its final stages. She threw a ball toward one of the opposing team, retreating awkwardly to her corner as she watched the boy jump over it and turn to retrieve it. Another ball whizzed quickly after him, slamming into his back with a loud slap, leaving him out of the game. Holly found that she couldn't really throw the balls as hard as the other people still in the game – her hands were too small to properly grip them, and she lacked the strength to accelerate them to great speed. This left her struggling to get people out, and she had to be careful to throw at awkward angles to avoid being caught out herself. However, as long as she kept the balls coming, she could still serve as a distraction to allow her teammates to continue scoring, so long as she stayed in the game.
She turned to reach for another ball, crossing her legs as she bent toward it, and as she went down, an impact against her left buttock startled her into stumbling forward. She barely managed to catch herself before her swollen belly slammed into the ball beneath her, and she pulled her legs forward to drop into a squat, staying in place as she tried to keep her sphincter closed while the ball that hit her bounced away. Carefully, she lifted herself to her feet, keeping her thighs together as she walked slowly toward the gate to the court, looking to the hill where most of her team were now waiting. Keeping a distance from the other students, she found a place halfway up the slope and lowered herself onto her heel, pressing it against her crotch as she watched the last few students compete.
The students remaining now were quite skilled, and the endgame dragged on as they dodged and weaved to stay in. Holly hugged her knees for warmth, squirming against her heel as the chill weather crept through her and stimulated her urinary system. A powerful spasm threatened to overwhelm her, and forced a quiet moan from her lips as she bent forward, centring the back of her shoe over her struggling sphincter. *Crack* the sound of a ball thrown hard against flesh rang out, and another student made his way toward the hill. Holly's team systematically mopped up the last few opponents over the next minutes, securing a comfortable win with four players still active.
Upon their victory, the teacher blew the whistle and gestured for everyone to approach the gate. The sudden motion of Holly standing triggered a wave of pressure through her belly, and she bent forward and shoved a hand into her crotch as she felt her urine begin to work its way along her sphincter. She contorted herself dramatically behind the group of students moving toward the gate, slowly forcing the liquid back toward her bladder as she looked around in embarrassment. Picking her way carefully down the hill, she arrived at the mass of students just as the teacher finished and they began to return to the court for a second game, this time on the opposite side.
She followed her team slowly to the far wall, biting her lip and burying a hand in her pocket as she tried to look composed. Struggling as she was now, she was not going to be able to participate meaningfully in the game like before, and instead she stood still in her corner, with one leg wrapped around the other and the hand in her pocket wandering closer to her vulva. In the chaos of the early game, no one noticed her non-participation as they focused on trying to avoid and return the constant hail of balls from across the court. Impacts rang out around her, but for some time, no balls managed to find the bursting girl, and she miraculously stayed in the game. As the court began to clear, she realised her cover was rapidly evaporating, and people would begin to wonder what was going on if she stood there much longer.
She searched the court for balls, finding one rolling along a short distance past her, and, mustering her control, she withdrew her hand from her pocket and began shambling toward it. She squatted down carefully, pressing a heel against her crotch and reaching forward, only to stop suddenly as her urethra spasmed, forcing urine toward her sphincter. Her eyes widened as she felt liquid rush up to her exit, and both hands flew to her nethers as she tried to squeeze herself closed. Barely-managing to keep her wee on the inside, she began reaching toward the ball with one hand and pulled it toward her, slowly rising when she had it trapped against her leg, rolling it upward as she rose. With the ball now in her free hand, she threw it high toward the other team, where, as planned, one of the boys jumped up to catch it out of the air. Trying to hide her satisfaction, she quickly turned toward the gate and walked purposefully toward it, trying her best to stand straight and not look desperate. Mercifully, no one spared a thought for her as she stumbled gracelessly across the court with her rear pushed out and her hands clenched against her thighs, focused as they were on the game.
She found herself a spot, as before, some distance away from the main group of students on the hill, where she shoved the hand on her hidden side into her shorts to cradle her vulva directly, and perched her bottom against the steep ground, digging her heels in to keep her in place. So desperate was she now that she pondered pulling her shorts down a bit and going right there – she was far enough away from her classmates that they might not notice that she had her butt out with the way she was sat, but the ocean within her was vast indeed, and there was no way to hide even a small fraction of that in her current situation, let alone enough to make a difference. Nope, she'd just have to hold it until the 15 minute break, however far away that was, and hope that it would give her an opportunity to go.
Looking up at the game, she noted that her team was losing noticeably. She smirked as she entertained the thought that maybe her contributions were what tipped the balance in their favour last game, but it quickly shifted to a grimace when a powerful spasm attracted her focus. She crossed one leg over the other and wiggled her butt against the grass as she redoubled her holding efforts. Her sphincter quivered painfully in time with the surges from her bladder, and she began to massage it with her index finger, drawing circles around the ring of muscle, as it strained on her behalf. The teacher's whistle sounded out as she struggled, and he beckoned the class in toward the ball court. Holly lifted herself slowly, withdrawing the hand from her shorts before anyone saw. The removal of her support prompted a redoublement of her bladder's contractions, and she bent double and pulled her shorts up toward her hips, pressing the crotch of the garment into her vulva. The thin fabric stretched against her mons, becoming slightly translucent and clearly revealing the nature of her genitals to all zero of the people looking hard enough in her direction. She stood like this, with her legs slightly parted for balance on the hill, as her contractions intensified; and at their peak, a sputtering squirt of golden urine squeezed through the material, dribbling down to the grass beneath her. Reacting instantly, she lifted a knee up across her body, almost overbalancing, and forcing the stream to shoot down her thigh as she slowly regained control.
“Great, finished just in time for your 15 minute break period.” the teacher addressed the students standing around, failing to notice Holly standing some distance away. “Now, the general format of these breaks is that you'll get an opportunity for a 15 minute walk around the grounds to cool down after your exertions in the first two periods. You can go anywhere in the vicinity of the playing fields and the surrounding grounds, but not on the courts for specific sports or as far as the dorms. Also don't go too close to the school so you don't disturb classes for the other students. You should take the opportunity to explore the grounds as it will help in your orienteering lessons in the future. So you know when to start heading back, I will blow the whistle once when you have 10 minutes left, then again when you have 5 minutes left, and once more when you have 2 minutes left. Anyone not back in time for your next lessons will lose their next 3 morning break times. That is all, be back here in 15 minutes.” The students quickly scattered into small groups and headed in various directions. Holly had managed to stumble down the hill, and was now bent slightly forward with an arm across her front, trying to hide the wet spot on her shorts and not look too desperate. She considered asking the teacher for permission to use the toilet, but her concern was if another student overheard and decided to join her – she didn't know how she could find a way to ditch her company in the limited time she had. Instead, she began looking around, hoping another option would reveal itself...
“Come, my child.” A sweet, welcoming voice sounded out within Holly's mind, drawing her attention to the small wooded area just beyond the lowest playing field. She turned toward it, feeling a compulsion to follow that was almost as strong as her compulsion to urinate. “I might be able to find somewhere out of sight to go anyway” she justified to herself as she began her awkward journey toward the trees.
Embarrassed at the obviousness of her predicament, she wanted to take a circuitous route to the forest, away from prying eyes, but there was no time. She waddled purposefully across the lower level, hurrying as much as she could in her state, hoping that no one cared enough to work out what was wrong. She ignored the protests from her bladder as she sped across the open field, and spurts of urine shot regularly into the hand that was cupped against her shorts, causing her to stagger about as she tried to stem them. Leaving glistening grass behind her, she broke through the treeline and ducked quickly behind a girthy bole, where she slipped both hands into her shorts and leaned against the trunk as she tried to regain control. Shutting her eyes and arching her back, she ground her hips forward and back as she squeezed her nethers, feeling the spurts gradually slow as her sphincter regained some strength. A torrent of hot urine yet waited in her urethra, ready to spray forth at the slightest loss of focus, but for the moment, it seemed like she could hold it.
And hold it, she must, for she was barely a metre into the treeline, and a few other groups of students had also chosen to investigate the area around the trees, so she was still quite a way from finding somewhere sufficiently unseen. She began picking her way carefully through the underbrush, advancing slowly as contractions continued to roll through her, leaving a trail of droplets from the rivulets on her legs. The sounds of her classmates carried over to her as she advanced, sounding closer than she expected them to be this far into the forest. A powerful spasm rolled through her, and she fell toward a nearby trunk, double crossing her legs and bobbing up and down as she leaned against it.
Hooking her thumbs into her waistband, she looked around nervously as streams of liquid began to trickle down her legs. Staying on high alert, she began to slowly pull down her shorts, revealing her dribbling vulva to the forest as she prepared to relieve herself. Just then, when her clothes reached her knees, a blinding flash of golden light filled her vision. She pulled her waistband back up to her hips in a panic, driving the crotch of her garment into her vulva even as she began to wee in surprise. Even through the stretched material, her stream was strong enough to shoot forward in a dripping arc, and she moaned loudly as the sensation of rushing liquid stimulated her sphincter as it flowed past. She was momentarily tempted to just give up there and let herself empty, but her modesty and fear quickly re-exerted themselves, and she squirmed violently on the spot, pulling her waistband further up her torso and clenching every muscle she could still control.
“Restrain thyself, my child, for but a moment longer.” The voice she'd heard before echoed through her mind, somehow filling her with the rest of the strength she needed to cut off the stream spraying from her nethers. Her vision began to clear, and through her tears of pain, she found herself staring down toward a steaming pool of golden liquid, which rippled in the clearing where she found herself. For a moment, confusion flooded her consciousness as she assumed that the expansive body of liquid was “hers”, before she noticed the more reasonably-sized puddle by its bank and lukewarm relief washed over her. The sound of rushing water filled her ears, and her bladder contracted violently in response, forcing a grimace as she strained to keep it under control. Looking up, she started at the sight of the noise's source: a giant woman, roughly 5 metres tall, squatted by the far bank of the pond directly opposite Holly. Clad only in scant gold filigree in the form of a leotard, the being was urinating torrentially through a perfectly-placed opening by her crotch. Her exposed skin glowed softly in the shade of the forest, filling the clearing with an aura of warmth and causing the waters before her to sparkle as if sunlit.
The gold filigree garment with the conspicuously-placed opening was unmistakeable to Holly, who quickly recognised the entity before her as Ea, goddess of knowledge, life and flowing water. It was said that Ea holds all the knowledge of the universe in her bladder, and that her desire to share this knowledge with the people manifests as an eternal feeling of urinary urgency. Because of this, she's always pictured in religious art either naked or wearing crotchless clothing and either urinating or in a state of obvious desperation. Holly watched on in agony as the deity relieved herself, noting that the pool water was rising quickly toward the lip of the bank. Holly's bladder pulsed at the sight, and warm liquid rushed along her urethra, stopping against her twitching sphincter and stinging it with pressure. The girl moaned softly as she shoved a hand against her soaking shorts and lightly massaged the ring of muscle, blushing as she remembered she was in the presence of a deity. “Be at peace, my child, for the end of thy noble exertion is nigh. Now, bare thyself, that thou may be prepared for knowledge's embrace.” Though the goddess' lips moved, her speech seemed to come from within Holly's mind, rather than through her ears and, even though she spoke in analogy, Holly clearly understood the deity's true meaning, as if the words were her own. Hesitating, she looked around nervously in response to the command, peering through the forest for any sign of company. “Worry not, for none can disturb us here.” The goddess reassured, and Holly understood that the clearing they were in was not physically connected to the school grounds.
Satisfied, the girl quickly began to strip, motivated by the promise of swift relief. She bent far forward, reaching for the damp knots of her shoes as she waved her buttocks in the air. Squirts of wee arced behind her frequently, powerful enough that the fabric failed to disperse them as they shot straight to the floor, each accompanied by a soft moan as her urethra pulsed. Laces undone, she pulled her shoes off in a hurry, then quickly slid off her sopping yellow socks to reveal her dripping bare feet. Her shorts came down next, splattering wetly on the grass beneath her as she pulled her arms into her undershirt. The intermittent spurts resolved into a constant stream as she bared her vulva, and she weed lightly into the garment at her feet as she struggled out of the shirts. The goddess had finished filling the pool by this point, and she lifted a hand away from her crotch as Holly's head appeared from under the hem of her clothes, causing the girl's tightly-wound binding to fall away as if by magic. “It seems thy offering will wait no longer. Come, heroine; bathe thyself in knowledge, and relinquish unto me the proof of thy devotion. Thy destiny awaiteth.”
Almost devoid of higher thought, Holly dutifully obeyed the goddess' command, and lowered herself carefully into the pool, sinking to her mid-thigh in the warm yellow water. Still a little embarrassed at her nudity, she held her hands loosely in front of her crotch, trying to hide her leaking genitals from view. Her wee trickled into the liquid beneath her as she waded out into the clearing, and glittering clouds began to form as the two substances mixed, forming a sparkling wake around her. Waves of pressure stung her sphincter, and powerful gushes began to shoot out and spatter against her palm, eliciting audible sighs as they stimulated her urethra. As she reached the pond's centre, a sudden sense of suitability washed over her – a nonverbal message from the deity before her that this was where she was supposed to relieve herself. Ritual urination practices had been noted in history books as a common form of worship for Ea in the past, but the current Combined Church had labelled them “barbaric” and “immodest” and as a result, they'd fallen out of favour in most of the developed world. For Holly, the years of social development and etiquette training were not easily cast aside, and the thought of relieving herself in this situation was almost too much to bear, but the fact of the matter was that she was long past her limit, and she would urinate here whether she wanted to or not.
Closing her eyes and exhaling loudly, she began to relax, and the trickle beneath her began to swell into a gurgle as her sphincter slowly released. Her muscles loosened, and she moaned in satisfaction as she weed forcefully against her hand. Relief permeated her being, and her vision tunnelled as her awareness retreated inward. Around her, the scintillant reaction grew quickly, sending sparkling fingers reaching toward the edge of the pool. A tingling sensation began to spread through her from where her legs contacted the glittering liquid, crawling upward toward her pulsing abdomen. The girl's powerful spray stimulated her sex as it exited, and as her bladder spasmed, waves of pleasure rolled through her slight frame, seemingly amplified by the strange effects of the liquid. Forgetting herself completely in the overwhelming rush of sensation, she began to move her hand, slowly rubbing the edge of her palm against her labia as she sighed in arousal.
Her torrent vacillated as she ground against herself, weakening and strengthening in time with the contractions that rolled through her body. She moved her hand as the pleasure built, freeing her wee to shoot at an angle ahead of her as she caressed her clitoris with her fingers, moaning in ecstasy as the feeling combined with her relief. Her back arched involuntarily, sending her stream arcing forward, where it played back and forth across the surface of the pool as her spasms continued. Suddenly, her torrent sputtered to a halt as she tensed up, moving only her fingers, before a series of squirts sprayed chaotically from her nethers as she squirmed and thrusted violently. These spurts quickly grew in frequency and strength as, with a loud moan, she orgasmed, throwing her head forward and letting the pleasure roll through her.
Her muscles quickly relaxed as the arousal drained, and fatigue began to overcome her as her torrent resumed, jetting into the pool even more powerfully than before as she began to lose consciousness... |
Sorry this stuff is taking so long. I still want to complete this, but my ability to motivate myself when I’m not pervasively bored with absolutely nothing to do during lockdown is apparently quite poor. I was planning on finishing this section with her relieving herself again, but I figured I have enough here for the moment, and I want to provide something to show that I’m still working, albeit slowly.
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This is an excessively grandiose lore dump and set up for this sort of tale. I'll be clear that have no intention of actually addressing Holly’s destiny as described here at any point in the story. The main purpose of this section is not to set up later plot, but to give Holly the tool she'll need to solve some of the problems that she'll encounter, and also to add a sense of righteousness to her struggles. Perhaps one day, I'll write something about her future and how she goes about achieving the things mentioned here, but I have no specific plans for that at the current time.
Out-of-universe, the main reason I've included this unnecessary set of mechanics is because when I was planning this as a game, I wanted to have a system that made it mechanically advantageous to avoid having your character relieve themselves and benefit from taking risks with their continence, something that I feel is important in games like that. The idea was that players would need to use their magic frequently to solve problems, mostly combat-related but sometimes otherwise, and that the fuller the character's bladder, the more effective their magic.
Anyway, here is the chapter:
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Surrounded by silent darkness, Holly drifted. Her skin tingled with hypersensitivity, longing for something to detect, but there was nothing to feel... Nothing, that is, except the characteristic tickle of liquid flowing through her urethra. No sound reached her ears, and she couldn't even see her body, let alone her urine, but warm satisfaction spread through her body as she relieved herself into the abyss.
For aeons, she urinated, the interminable bliss of her deflating bladder the only sensation to exist in this endless nothing. Slowly, but surely, the sensation began to draw to a halt, and she sighed soundlessly as she squeezed a final spurt out into the darkness. Now relieved, she began to settle into the peaceful quiet around her, glowing with satisfaction at her lack of urgency. As she gazed blissfully into the abyss, soft pinpoints of light began to glow before her. As these lights strengthened, they refracted off a transparent humanoid figure floating horizontally before her. Recognition clicked in the girl's mind as she surveyed the indistinct body – it was hers; though how she knew this was a mystery.
Beneath the figure's exterior, its circulatory system was also illuminated by the dim glow, and the points of light shone at the ends of the peripheral blood vessels, slowly intensifying as warmth began to tickle Holly's skin. Once bright, the light began to spread, creeping along veins and arteries as it worked its way toward the figure's torso. As light filled the body's chest, the glow began to pulse, and waves of heat radiated into the darkness like a heartbeat. Two lines of light continued spreading, down along the major blood vessels in the chest to reach the body's kidneys, where orbs of light began to separate out and thread down into the bladder and collect together into a shining orb. As the figure's bladder swelled, the light grew into a blinding glare, and Holly's skin began to burn in the intense heat. Suddenly, the figure flashed white, and Holly's bladder panged painfully with all-consuming fullness, forcing a stream of scorching liquid to spray from her nethers as her reality began to waver...
Holly jerked awake, immediately tensing herself, trying to stop the... nothing. There was no sensation of liquid flowing through her urethra, no sign of wetness around her crotch, and indeed, no sense of fullness in her belly. She relaxed confusedly, rubbing her eyes as she tried to get her bearings. Looking down, she found herself completely naked, sitting upright in a chair, with a stack of books on a desk in front of her. She appeared to be in some sort of library: golden bookcases surrounded her on every side, displaying a plethora of colourful covers everywhere she looked; sets of mahogany tables with gold filigree mesh chairs sat in open areas between the aisles; and the musty smell of paper clung to the back of her throat. The floor was glass, suspended over a pool of golden liquid, with a slight camber that led to a series of gold filigree gratings, seemingly designed to channel any spilled liquids into the water below. At the edges of the room were a series of waterfalls, filling the area with a soothing rush and comfortably cool humidity.
The goddess from the clearing, now more human-sized, lounged on a bench at the end of an aisle, completely naked, leafing through a book. The deity was urinating casually as she read, spraying a stream of liquid against her thigh, which trickled down to the floor and meandered toward the nearest grating, dribbling into the pool underneath the flooring. “Ah, you're awake” Ea addressed the girl as she looked around in wonder at the beautiful surroundings. “Welcome to Eridu, great library of the goddess of knowledge!” Holly's eyes widened at the goddess's greeting: Eridu was a legendary library that was supposedly where Ea stored all the knowledge of the world – many people throughout the aeons had gone searching for it, and all who'd returned did so empty-handed. “I have brought you here as my champion – the girl who will usher lost knowledge back into the world, and guide it on the path to enlightenment.” The deity closed her book and rose to her feet, her urine arcing out before her as she walked toward her guest.
“Aeons ago, before the Celestial Cataclysm, humanity had access to a powerful force that allowed them limited ability to shape the world to their will and wield powers far beyond those of their own bodies. This force was known as “magic”, and it was an essential part of daily life for much of humanity. This “magic” still exists in the land, and it is key to many of the things that remain unexplained to your civilisation: for example, differing sensitivity to this force explains the well-known differences in urinary systems both between the sexes and individually.” Holly blushed as she recalled the events of her morning. “And many other creatures use magic innately to perform feats such as breathing fire or hardening their skin in ways that can't be explained by their physiology.”
The goddess paced along before a bookshelf as she spoke, her urine falling directly through the grating beneath her and into the golden pool as she touched the spines of books in sequence. “In order to stall the Celestial Cataclysm, your spiritual ancestor, the Witch Queen Lily of Floraden, and her Elven allies cast a great enchantment that sealed humanity's physiological knowledge of magic – the internal physical mechanisms that allow you to wield your magic power – effectively leaving humanity incapable of magic, but without interrupting the internal processes that yet depend on it.”
Apparently finding what she was looking for, she pulled a book from the shelf and deposited it on the pile on the desk in front of Holly. “In the intervening centuries, the circumstances that led to the Cataclysm have settled and passed. There is no longer any reason to keep humans from their heritage, but introducing magic carelessly back into the population would be destabilising. Thus, I have chosen to first create a world that is ready to accept its return. You will be the one who leads humanity toward this new dawn – you will pioneer the administrative and legislative framework that is suited to dealing with magic, and then I shall empower you to begin spreading my knowledge as you see fit.”
Holly reeled internally, overwhelmed by the info dump from the goddess, and the responsibility that had just been heaped on her. She was barely able to hide her sex for a single day of school; how was she supposed to live up to these lofty expectations? She had little political power at present, and going into any meaningful office would present huge risk of revealing her secrets and leaving her destitute and powerless. But the deity seemed to believe it was possible, and if she had that sort of power, perhaps she could make a world where she doesn't have to hide any more too...
“For now, I ask only that you continue your education and avoid discovery – things you are already committed to. To that end, I have returned some knowledge of magic to your body, that it might ease your struggles somewhat. Your newfound powers are detailed in the books here.” she gestured toward the large pile of tomes on the table. “Familiarise yourself with them, learn how they work, and use them to excel.” Holly looked around at the bookshelves arrayed around her – as much as she was excited to learn about this “magic”, the entire world’s knowledge lay before her, and she longed to sample it. Noting Holly's distraction, the goddess remarked “Worry not, champion. You are my chosen, and will visit Eridu again. For now, restrain yourself to those books that are immediately relevant, and one day you will be free to explore at your leisure.”
Satisfied, Holly turned to the table with a spring in her step, and plonked herself down joyfully, ready to learn. She balked momentarily as she noted the size of the pile: many incredibly thick tomes awaited her attention, and it looked like she was in for a long stay. Choosing a book at random from the pile, she began the arduous, but exciting, task of working through the assorted writings before her.
The first tome she retrieved described the physiology of magic; how signals from the brain ended up producing physical effects beyond the confines of a caster's body. The source of magic, it explained, was a small organ in the brain, something Holly recognised as being considered vestigial in modern medicine. It likened this organ to a string on a guitar – the organ oscillates in particular ways to produce magic effects, and that these oscillations can be controlled by an experienced caster to produce many different results. It notes, however, that the oscillations of this organ aren't “loud” enough to produce significant effects alone, and that it needs amplification. The magic “waves” “echo” through a certain type of particle that magically sensitive people produce naturally and secrete into their blood. This particle collects wherever water collects in the body, and, most notably, is filtered by the kidneys and sent to the bladder. Because of this, it concluded, the principal quantity responsible for the variation in an individual's magic power is the fullness of their bladder. That is, the more urine in your bladder, the stronger your magic power.
Holly began to blush as she considered the implications of such a revelation: did mages of old willingly forgo urination in the interests of boosting their magic power? Were places of intense magical study full of people walking around desperate? Her womanhood tingled unexpectedly at the thought, and she shifted in her seat as she turned the page and continued reading.
As she closed the third book, it occurred to her just how quickly she was working through them. These were not light reading materials, they were as thick as her thumb and dense with writing – each one should've taken the best part of a day, if not longer, to read from cover to cover. And yet, the highly reliable body clock that was her bladder had only just begun to stir, which meant it had not been more than an hour since her most recent voiding, and yet she was already through the most daunting books of the pile. She hadn't just skimmed them either – she had clear and complete memories of the majority of their content, and had been able to consider their implications on one another and her general knowledge too. What an incredible place this library was, to not only contain endless knowledge, but to augment your ability to learn it as well!
A dull throb slowly began to build in her abdomen as she continued with her study. She acknowledged the sensation disinterestedly; her urge was not so great as to distract her from the books she was ploughing through, and she had no need to address it just yet. Adjusting her position, she continued on unperturbed, quickly finishing the remainder of her current book and moving onto the next.
With remarkable alacrity, the pile of unread books shrank to nothingness, and before long she closed her final book and stood up, stretching out after the time spent motionless. For all she'd learned, she still had no ability to actually cast any magic; rather she'd been gifted what one might call a “passive” ability – her physical abilities were now being augmented by her magic power, and this meant that her strength, dexterity, reaction times and more would all improve according to her magic's potency. Though it was only a weak form of the ability that she was given access to, it had the potential to make up the physical gap between her and the male students, allowing her to perform better in physical education lessons. However, because the ability was in such a weak form, it would have a negligible effect when her magic power (known as epoidion density in the books she read) is at a minimum, and so she'd need to keep her strength at a sufficient level to produce meaningful effects when she needs them...
She fidgeted slightly as she cast her gaze around, looking for the goddess. The current state of her magic power could best be described as “ample”, and she hoped that she'd be able to do something about it before she ended up back on the school grounds. She did have some combat training soon, so maintaining her strength at a greater level might be useful, but with a detention to follow, she figured herself better safe than sorry and resolved to think about making use of her abilities some other time.
The deity was lounging on a bench by the poolside, and she looked up as Holly began to advance toward her. About to address her, the girl stammered as she realised she had no idea what title to use, and the goddess began to speak instead. “Ah, I see the light of newfound knowledge swirling within you. Now go, champion, with my blessing. Make your mark on the world, and usher in a new dawn for humanity.”
“W-” Holly tried to reply, but a flash of bright light startled her into silence, and she found herself once more in the school's forest, with no sign of the goddess' domain or the mysterious clearing. The soft hubbub of chattering students drifted through the trees as she looked around, slowly gathering her bearings. A loud whistle sounded, and she recalled the teacher's instructions at the start of the break, telling them that he'd blow whistles to indicate how long they had left before needing to return. She had no way of knowing which whistle that was, so it was best if she set off back to the group now, to ensure she wasn't late. Just as she was about to set off, a sudden shock of terror rolled through her body as she realised she was still completely naked. Her bladder contracted violently as she began to hyperventilate, and she bent double as she shoved a hand over her crotch and wrapped her arm around her chest to try to hide herself. Looking around in a panic, she saw her PE clothes folded neatly on a nearby flat rock. Recalling how she'd urinated all over them as she prepared to get into the goddess' pool, she prepared herself for the worst as she unravelled her shorts, but found them completely clean. Her socks and shoes too, showed no sign of her near-accident earlier, and she quickly clothed herself as she danced subtly on the spot.
Another whistle sounded as she finished tying her trainers, and she hurried out of the wood, cradling her bladder lightly as it jostled, joining the students returning from across the grounds. As she filed in among the growing group of students, the teacher pointed to a group of students slowly making their way across the near field and shouted “RUN!”. As they reached the group, he blew the whistle one last time to signal the beginning of the next lesson period. “The next period will be for combat training. As mentioned at the start, combat training will cover many different styles of combat, armed and unarmed, ahorse and on foot, ranged and melee, et cetera. For this lesson though, we'll be looking at the most basic of basics – hitting someone, or something in this case, hard. Follow me to the gym and we'll get started.”
Walking slightly pigeon-toed, Holly followed the rest of the class up the hill and across the playing fields. The teacher led them through an area with an assortment of exercise machines, eventually arriving before a more uniform arrangement of rows of identical machines, each consisting of a cushioned pad connected by an arm to a display device. “These machines are designed to measure peak punching force,” he explained as the students assembled. “The bottom line is that you punch it and a number pops up. Rather than being calibrated to any particular unit, they give a number between 1 and 100, which will represent your grade when you're assessed on this later in the year. To begin, just start having a go at trying to get some numbers from them, and once you've seen what you can do, we'll talk about how to punch properly. One thing I will say though before you begin, is make sure you're not wrapping your fingers around your thumb when you go to punch; that's how you break bones – yours. Now, find yourself a machine and get punching.”
The students scattered, each to one of the many available machines. Holly chose one in the corner of the room, out of the way of her classmates. She pressed her thighs together as she squared up to the machine, and flailed at it with her fist, striking the pad lightly as she stumbled to the side. The machine registered her hit at a 42 – a poor grade by all accounts, but surprisingly high for how clearly awful the hit she scored was. Righting herself, she repositioned herself before the punching bag, and this time she tried to get into some semblance of a stance. She shivered as she forced her thighs apart, and stood bobbing up and down with a grimace on her face as she tensed her pelvic floor against her spasming bladder. Wasting no time, she drew back her fist and launched it with all her might at the device, stumbling forward as the bag recoiled against her onslaught.
Urine rushed toward her exit as she staggered toward the main body of the machine, and she put her arm out to catch herself and pressed her legs together as she leaned against the device. She caught a glimpse of the readout of the machine as she grimaced in discomfort: 68 – a more respectable score than last time, especially given her urgency and the singularly poor punching form it produced. She gave the machine a few more tries, careful to limit her motions to focus on holding the swollen lump in her belly, until the teacher called the group back in. Her scores showed a slow increase from low to mid fifties early on, to low sixties by the time she was called back.
Holly placed herself carefully on a bench, sitting on her heel, as the teacher began describing proper punching technique. She bounced up and down anxiously, unable to focus on the demonstration as her bladder pulsed in her belly. Soon, the teacher finished his explanation, and Holly returned to her corner, trying to look nonchalant. Taking advantage of everyone focusing on trying the new techniques, she paced about in front of the machine with a hand deep in her pocket, pressing against her labia. After a few moments like this, she saw motion in her periphery that could've been a head turning, so she jerked upright and pulled her hand away in a hurry, turning her attention back toward the machine in front of her as she took up a stiff punching stance once more.
She continued with her punch attempts for the rest of the lesson, interrupting them frequently for short pee dances whenever she felt no one would be looking, and managed to stay largely inconspicuous in spite of her urgency. Even as the lesson dragged on and her stance got worse, her punch strength scores improved continuously, and by the time the teacher called the class in to end the lesson, she was punching consistently in the low 80s, making her one of the strongest in the class.
“Alright, gather round, that’s the end of the lesson.” Mr. Drinkwater announced suddenly. Holly crossed her legs and squirmed on the spot as her classmates left their machines behind and gathered in the open area of the gym, allowing them to get ahead before she followed awkwardly. She placed herself down on a low bench as the teacher began to speak, sitting rigidly with both hands pressed into her lap. “Good work today, you did well. I’ll now lead you back to the changing rooms and you can get dressed. It’s not quite the end of the school day yet, but consider yourselves dismissed as soon as you finish changing; even if you change quickly, you’ll be within a few minutes of the bell. Mr. Green,” Holly started as the teacher addressed her directly. Her bladder pulsed in surprise, and she tensed up as she looked toward him. Ignoring her visible discomfort, he continued “I understand you have detention with Mr. Dent after class. He told me he’d be waiting in the sports building lobby; report there for your detention now and you can get changed afterward.”
Carefully, Holly rose to her feet and walked woodenly to the gym doorway, tensing her pelvic floor tightly as she strained to not give anything away while all her classmates’ eyes were on her. A wave of desperation built as she crossed the room, and she sped up toward the exit as she felt her control slip. With each step, she felt liquid squeeze further along her short urethra, threatening to spill as she tried to escape the limelight. Passing through the doorway at speed, she came immediately to a halt on the other side, waiting desperately for the door to shut so she could burst into a frantic toilet dance. As it swung back behind her, a sudden loss of urethral tension and attendant spray of hot wee into her clothing informed her that half-closed would have to do, and she dropped into a deep curtsey, bending forward and shoving both hands into her pockets, pulling her dampened shorts forward as she squirmed tensely.
Pulses of pressure rolled through her abdomen, building in intensity as she strained to regain control of her spasming sphincter. As they reached a peak, she couldn’t help but vocalise her distress, moaning softly with her lips pursed as another splash of wetness ricocheted within her clothing and scattered against her thighs. Her control began to return as this last spasm faded, and she was able to straighten up somewhat and begin making her way along the corridor, walking awkwardly on account of both her lingering discomfort and her attempts to wipe off the rivulets that had begun working their way down her legs by rubbing her thighs past each other. She had been hoping she’d get the opportunity to make her water before her detention, but as the only door ahead of her led straight to the foyer where Mr. Dent was supposedly waiting, that didn’t seem very likely. Her only options were to hold it for the full hour or to find an opportunity after her fellow students had left the area to ask to be excused.
Edited October 7, 2022 by redlaw
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Decided to try my hand at a fiction story. I know its not the greatest but here is the result.
Warning heavy sexual content, light bondage, forced wetting.
You wake up early in the morning to start your daily routine. You lay there, your pussy aching for touch. You litghly rub it as you contemplate calling into work sick and just fucking yourself all day long. You groan as you convince yourself to get up and try to ignore your throbbing clit. You realize you have made yourself late and start scrambling to get out the door. You throw your scubs on and dont even take the time to put on panties or use the bathroom. You make it out the door and pull up to work with no time to spare.
As you walk into the dr office, your boss tells you that you will have a paramedic shadowing you to train. He introduces me and I reach out to shake your hand. You look up, my 6ft frame above your 5ft self. My big hand swallows yours as I smile at you meekly. You tell me to follow you and lead me to where we will be working.
As you walk my eyes are drawn to your perfect ass. I can tell through the thin material that you aren't wearing any panties underneath them. I feel my dick start to grow and panic on the inside knowing this thin material wont hide anything. It is not helped by my growing need to pee. In my nervousness, I had forgotten to empty it before when I got to work. You lead me to this little back room and tell me we will be doing invetory today and sorting patients charts. I think that I see you scan my body but you don't react. I sigh inside, hoping you didn't notice my steadily growing cock. My bladder spasms but I'm to afraid to ask where the bathroom is. Fearing if you look back, you will see my predicament.
As you walk out, your pussy throbbs because you did see me getting hard! You realize you forgot your panties and know that I could tell. You start to worry but then realize you could have fun with this! You feel your pussy get wet with anticipation. You return and find me sitting in a chair sorting supplies. You move infront of me and conveniently drop your papers. You bend over slowly picking the up. Your ass, a foot away from my face! I can't believe my eyes as I stare! I see every curve and see the outlne of your pussy. I notice you even have a wespot! My cock jumps to attention and I feel it start to leak precum! Could you really be doing this on purpose! You glance back and see me entranced by your body. You see the outline of my throbbing cock and see a small wet spot forming! Your nipples grow hard and your pussy clenches. You decide your gonna make me cum before the day is up. You stand up and walk off telling me your gonna go get something to drink. You ask if I want some water and out of reflex I say yes. As you walk out I realize what you asked and remember I have to pee very bad. I can't get up and go, everyone will see my throbbing cock. I try to focus on my task, hoping it will go away.
You get 2 waters and decide you want to tease me even harder. You take off ypu bra and stuff it in your bag. Your hard nipples poking through your thin top. You reach in and run your finger through your dripping pussy making your boddy shudder from pleasure. You're more turned on than you have ever been!
As you leave the break room, your boss says he is gonna close early and we can go home. You think quickly and tell him that you will stay and finish training then lock up the office. As he leaves you get excited knowing what you are about to do to me! As you approach to supply room you see me sitting there shaking amd squeesing my cock. You can tell I'm desperate to pee! You wonder if you are gonna make me pee or cum first!
As you open the door it startles me! I feel a small leak escape as I jerk my hand away from my dick. I panic wondering if you saw me holding myself. I look up at you and you seem different. Then I notice your hard nipples through your shirt! I wonder if your were braless before but the thought is interupted my my cock getting hard again. You hand me a drink amd tell me to drink some before we get to stocking the shelves. Nervously I take it and drink. To afraid to tell you I i have to pee. My legs starting to shake as I fight to keep from leaking. You bend over to grab a box and I can see straight into your shirt. Your perfect breasts on full view. I almost moan as I feel my cock jump! You suddenly push a box into my chest and I almost lose control I feel a small dribble run down my leg! I groan lightly as I regain composure and you suddenly ask if I'm ok. I quickly say yes and turn to put it up hoping you dont see the trickle of wetspots down my leg.
Your pussy throbbs after seeing me almost lose control. You can see every detail of my cock as it pulses! Your body wants it so badly. You act like you are trying to reach something on the top shelf. You tell me to hurry and come help you. I quickly come behind you and reach up without thinking. Suddenly, you thrust your ass back, pressing my hard cock between your cheeks. I moan loudly and you feel a warm wetness as a leak escapes my cock! I quickly pull back and grab my dick. I stand there squirming and dancing as I see a smirk come acrross your face! You walk up to me and put your hand on my chest! You pull me down to you and whisper in my ear " you have been so horny since I caught you staring at my ass and now you're about to piss yourself infront of me! So naughty but I'm in control now" you forcefully push me back into the chair. You take gauze and pull my hands away from my cock and tie them to the arms of the chair. I sit there, shaking and begging for you to let me pee. You stare at my throbbing cock and ask if I'm gonna cum or piss myself first. You sit in my lap my cock pulsing under you. you pull your shirt off and burry my face into your perfect breasts! My hips buck and you feel my cock jump hard! I moan as you get off of me.
You get on your knees and start slowly running your hand up my legs, toward my cock. As you get close you see a flash of wetnes as I leak hard! You squeeze my balls and tell me to stop now! I fight but barely manage to stop the flow! The crotch of my pants now soaked. You reach up and pull it out. You look me in the eye and firmly say "if you cum you, will stay in this chair all night" you start tracing your finger along my cock. My precum flowling out! My body shaking as I try not to piss and cum. My hips bucking on their own. You take your tounge and slowly circle the tip before running it down my shaft! Another leak escapes and my piss shoots onto the side of your face! Im begging you to let me cum and piss! I plead that I'm about to lose control. You grin as you squeese my balls. You grab my cock and slowly stroking. You remind me what will happen if I cum! You reach up and press hard on my bladder. I moan loudly as a stream of pee shoots high into the air! I groan that I can't stop, as you stroke and spray my piss all over both us us! I sit there now covered in piss. My cock pulsing as I beg you to make me cum. You suddenly realize your own need to pee after skipping the bathroom this morning! You pull your pants off and get on top of me sliding my cock between your bare lips. I tell you that I need to cum and you firmly push me back in the chair and say " hold it" you feel your bladder start to give way! I feel a sudden flood of warmth over my cock as you start pissing full force over me! I moan loudly that I'm about to cum and with one quick motion you lift up and drive my cock into your pissing pussy as you scream "cum"! I almost hollar as I instanly start filling you with my cum! But you dont stop. You keep riding me so hard making me cum over and over until you cum harder than you ever have! You get off of me and begin to untie me. My body spent and I can barely speak. You lean in and kiss me then whisper in my ear "I'm gonna enjoy you working here, now let me take you home and get you cleaned up". |
Author's note. This style goes to Julie's lines and that for Susan's.
Part 3. Hos-pee-tality
It was that time of a year when you can easily be fooled by a sun shining in the sky and soon after frozen by a harsh wind. It can be especially merciless for a desperate girls like our two friends.
" Damn that weather! " - Julie shivered with cold a the wind was blowing on her bare legs. But not only the cold was her concern. She had a familiar feeling of an urgent need and she knew she didn't have much time before it gets critical.
Susan felt herself out of place. Only thing she could focus on is trying to stay dry. Each step she made echoed with pain in her bladder.
" Gosh, I'm about to burst. I hope we'll arrive soon".
- Lousy weather, huh?
- Yeah...
- Are you okay? You look a little pale.
- S.. sure, I'm fine, just a little chilly
- Yeah, me too. Should have you the toilet at school like you did.
Susie kept silent and blushed a little. Julie pretended she didn't notice that.
" Oh dear, what if she figures out that I haven't peed. But I guess we both are at the same boat"
" Aww, Susie is so cute when trying to hide the obvious things from me. Maybe I should stop asking her uncomfortable questions. Or maybe not? "
- Don't worry, we're almost there. Just a shortcut through the park and we're home.
That words encouraged Susie in her sorry state. Her palms were sweaty and it seemed like she'd already leaked, but it was just her imagination.
Julie was bursting too. But she was also horny as hell at that moment. She didn't care much about her state, observing her friend in need.
Finally they've arrived home.
- It's the third floor. Follow me.
She took the stairs with haste, torturing her poor bladder. Susie felt like she was climbing an Everest. Each step was difficult, and she had to make stops to bear the pain.
- Please, not so fast.
- Try to keep up!
In her excitement, Julie stumbled over a step and fell.
- Fuck! - she screamed with pain as hot spurt splashed wetting her green panties.
At the same time a wave of great desperation overwhelmed Susan, forcing her to bend, grabbing her crotch. She was horrified when stream of pee leaked through her white knickers.
" On no, no...this isn't happening. Come on, please, stop "
She managed to regain control, but there was much more to come out.
Julie got up on her feet. A sense of wet clothing and watching her friend's struggle were driving her crazy. She wanted to rub herself hard.
One floor later they finally reached Julie's flat. Susie looked extremely nervous, squeezing her legs and rapidly breathing.
"Almost there. Come on, Sue, you can hold it"
Julie managed to get the front door open.
- The restroom's here if you need it - she pointed her finger at one of the doors.
Julie watched Susan making a mad dash to the toilet.
" Guess this time I'll let her go. Besides, my math ain't gotta study itself. "
Susie ran inside the toilet, rapidly locking the door.
" Finally. I nearly had an accident. "
But still, it wasn't not over. She still had to get off her clothes. In her desperate state, Sue had a hard time unbuttoning her pants.
" Come on, stupid buttons. Why can't this uniform have a zipper? "
All of sudden her body was shocked, she started breathing rapidly.
"Oh no... Not yet... Oh, shoooot! "
Her muscles just gave in to the flood. A stream of pee poured down her leg on the floor.
She managed to pull down her trousers and sit on the toilet but she forgot one small detail in a rush.
"Gosh, my knickers! "
Susan looked helplessy at her underwear drenched with urine. She couldn't stop the flow and pulling them down or aside wouldn't make much difference at this point. Susie was shy about loud hissing sounds, exhausted after hours of waiting and pleased with relief.
Meanwhile Julie stood at the bathroom next door. Her flat had paper thin walls so she could hear everything.
First she heard the door lock, after that there was a sound of water spilling on the floor.
" Is she...wetting herself? " - Julie's pussy burned with desire. She was grabbing her crotch trying to hold it but now she began touching herself.
" Fuck, I've never been so horny in my life. "
The moment she heard Sue's loud stream, her mind couldn't stand the sound and her muscles relaxed. Julie hopped in the bathtub, rubbing herself hard as streams of pee were coming down her legs, soaking her panties and socks.
"Oh, fuck, I'm coming. Fuck me, this feels so good"
Meanwhile after gaining much need relief, Susie was cleaning up the mess. She wiped the puddle on the floor, cleaned the pee drops from her legs and tried drying her soaked knickers a little with toilet paper.
After that she flushed the toilet and walked out. Susan heard a sound of splashing water from the next door.
" I need to wash my hands now"
She knocked.
- Julie, you here?
- Come in. - Julie replied
Sue opened the door and screamed and blushed with shyness. Her friend was standing in the bathroom showering her naked lower body.
- Sorry, didn't know you were showering.
- Big deal. I didn't plan to. But, you know, accidents happen.
- You mean... - Susie noticed wet panties and socks in the laundry basket.
- Yes.
- Oh dear, I'm so sorry. I should have let you go first, I shouldn't...
- Hey, relax. Shit happens. Besides its my fault not using the toilet back at school, right?
" How can she be so casual and calm about this. If I were her, I would have died of embarrassment "
- If you say so.
-Now how about you give me a minute and we'll do something about math test?
The end.
I hope you enjoyed reading it. I'm looking forward for feedback. Tell me should I focus more on realism or add more erotic moments. I tried to keep balance but the last part ended being more erotic than real.
Also I had planned to post some discarded scenes and alternative endings of this story, comment if you want to read it.
Much love.
P. S. There is a mistake in part two. I can't for some reason edit this post. Susan is supposed to wear trousers by I wrote scene with her lifting the skirt. Sorry for my lack of attention.
Edited November 6, 2021 by Sbones
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I have been meaning to post this for like more than two weeks now as I wrote this I think back on October 21 or something like that.
This is one of my more simple desperation stories and one of my shorter ones that I wrote one night where I was completely fixated on my fetish to the point where I wasn't going to get much else done, and figured I could get this story done quickly before I went to sleep while in fetish mode. It's a simple story of a woman who is desperate for a bathroom but then when she goes to the bathroom, because it's Florida, there is an alligator in the outhouse who keeps her from the relief that she desperately desires. I can't remember what the initial inspiration for this story was, but I can't help but think that when my aunt and uncle say that I should come and visit in Florida sometime that this is kind of what I think of goes on down there. One of my aunts said that she actually did have an alligator in her backyard once and she had to call animal control! The alligator wasn't in an outhouse though… Anyway I hope you enjoy! Also in my blog at https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/8338.html
Desperate with an Alligator in the Outhouse
Jill had to pee really bad so she ran towards the bathroom. This was her first week in Florida and she was interested to try the bathroom situation in a new state to see if it was better than the bathroom situation where she came from in New York.
"I haven't gone to the bathroom all day, I think my bladder is about to explode," Jill said as she ran to the outhouse. Jill didn't relish the idea of using an outhouse, as they tended to be disgusting, but seeing as she was out in the swamp like that she figured she didn't have much of a choice.
As Jill ran towards the outhouse, practically getting ready to jerk down her pants as soon as she got there, she opened it up and as soon as she did so she saw what looked like the head of an alligator poking out. At first he thought that that was just some type of folksy humor from Florida, but as soon as she got a good look at it the alligator started opening its mouth up wide, causing her to slam the door to the outhouse.
"Dammit, isn't there anywhere else I can use the bathroom?" Jill said looking around as Henry came over.
"What's the matter Jill, cat got your tongue?" Henry asked.
Jill shook her head. "Nope alligator got the outhouse, only in Florida right?! Back in New York there were legends that if you flushed an alligator down the sewer that it would come back to bite you in the ass rather literally after it grows to giant size, but it looked like something happened along those lines for real down here. Is there anywhere else I can go to the bathroom?"
Henry shook his head. "I'm afraid that outhouse is the only place to go to the bathroom around here."
"But there is a freaking alligator in the outhouse!" Jill said as she pointed to the outhouse.
Henry laughed. "I can see how that's kind of a problem, so I guess you are just going to have to either learn to live with the alligator or you're going to have to hold it."
"But I have to go really really really badly!"
"Badly enough to risk an alligator biting your ass off?"
"I can tell you if an alligator was going to eat my ass he would end up choking on it because that's an awfully big meal! But I'm serious, I really really need the bathroom, and I don't think that I can wait very long."
"Well I guess your only options are to find some place to squat outside or you could just wait for the alligator to leave."
"But I have to go to the bathroom right now, and I don't think that the alligator is going to leave anytime soon."
"Well I guess you are just going to have to hold it then, the alligator was there first and I don't think that you want to argue with him."
"Right now I think I would argue with an alligator if they could be reasoned with because I really really have to go to the damn bathroom!"
Jill started bending at the knees and swaying from side to side looking at the outhouse. "This is ridiculous, how come people don't have something to keep alligators out of the outhouses around here? I mean I knew the bathroom situation out here in the swamp wasn't ideal, but at least back in New York I didn't have to worry about dealing with alligators when I went to the bathroom!"
"Yeah Florida is kind of crazy like that, oh well good luck Jill, I guess you just going to have to keep holding it if you don't want to deal with the alligator."
Jill started pacing back and forth. Obviously she couldn't use the outhouse with the alligator in there, but she didn't know a safe way of removing an alligator from an outhouse. As Jill contemplated what to do, she found the urge to urinate growing stronger by the minute. She wondered how strong the urge to go to the bathroom had to be that she would actually risk being eaten by an alligator just to relieve herself. She thought that it would be quite a while before she would be willing to take that chance, but then on the other hand she had to pee pretty damn bad right then and there.
"Is the alligator still in the outhouse?" Henry said as he came back later as Jill hopped from foot to foot.
"Judging from the way you are standing I'm going to guess yes."
"But isn't there somebody who can come and maybe get the alligator out of the outhouse for us?"
Henry shook his head. "We would end up having to call animal control most likely, and they might not even come today for all we know."
"Well I can't wait all day to go to the bathroom, I am ready to explode here!" Jill said thrusting her hands between her legs and bending tightly at the knees. "The fact that we are near a swamp full of lots of water is certainly not helping."
"There's a song that comes to mind, pee with you later alligator, I'll go in a while with you crocodile," Henry said as he started singing.
"But it's not funny, my bladder is about to explode, we have to find some way to get the alligator out of the outhouse right friggin now!"
Jill was finding it hard to think straight with so much pressure in her bladder, but she knew nothing about alligators or how to remove them from outhouses, and she was thinking that this probably wasn't a typical first world bathroom problem she was used to dealing with.
"I almost feel like that woman in that movie Crawl where she was stuck in her basement surrounded by killer alligators, at least except then she was in the water so she could probably just pee herself and nobody would notice!" Jill shouted as she could barely contain herself. She needed a bathroom and she needed it now.
"So Jill, still wondering what to do about the alligator situation?" Henry said as he walked back over.
"I'm just going to make lots of noise and hopefully that will draw the alligator out."
Jill started taking out her airhorn and began blowing it hoping that that would eventually scare the alligator away. As she hopped from foot to foot playing with her airhorn like that she felt like an idiot, but she was totally out of ideas, and she wanted to get that alligator out of there just so she could go to the freaking bathroom already.
"I don't think you're going to get to go to the bathroom anytime soon Jill," Henry said. "Probably better you just hold it in, I think that the alligator has you beat on this one."
Jill shook her head, as she was not going to let her resolve be swayed until she had finally gone to the bathroom. Maybe she was the one thinking with her reptile brain but she continued making lots of noise and racket until all of the sudden she saw the door to the outhouse open up, and the alligator crawled out and back into the swamp.
"Ha, you said it wouldn't work, now if you'll excuse me I'm going to pee!" Jill said as she ran to the outhouse, pulled down her pants and finally began relieving herself. However when she was done she realized there was no toilet paper. "Great what else could go wrong today," she said as she opened the outhouse door to find herself surrounded on all sides by lots of large reptilian creatures. "I had to ask didn't I?"
"Well look on the bright side Jill, at least you got to go to the bathroom, because I don't think we are going to be going anywhere soon," Henry said.
"Honestly I don't know how this situation could be worse, stuck at an outhouse and completely surrounded by alligators."
"Well if it makes you feel any better Jill I think that they're actually crocodiles."
As Jill looked around at the situation she simply shrugged her shoulders and threw up her hands in frustration. "Only in Florida!"
However she thought that it could be worse, at least she got to go to the bathroom, because if she hadn't this situation probably was frightening enough it would have caused her to piss herself. |
"Please....Hero...come and save me." Zelda whispered. She opened her eyes and was greeted by the cell. She let out a sigh and sat back down. She was able to reach the hero with her telepathic message. Now all she had to do was wait for him to come rescue him. And she hoped he would do so soon. Cause not only was hyrule in danger right now,but the Princess had to deal with a another slight problem. Namely her need to relieve herself.
She hadn't been keeping up with how much time had passed since she was locked up in the cell but it was enough time for her bladder to fill up to the point where it was making her feel a bit impatient. The guards didn't even place a toilet in the cell,not even a chamber pot. And with how they had been mind controlled,asking now seemed out of the question. The closest thing she had to a chamber pot was a treasure chest with a blue rupee inside of it. But she wasn't gonna resort to that. Especially not with all the guards patrolling the area. So she decided to hold it and wait for the hero to come rescue her. But as the minutes passed, She began getting more worried. There was nothing to distract her and no matter how hard she tried,her mind always went back to the pressure building up inside her by the minute.
"Oh...Link,please hurry. i don't think i can hold it for much longer." The princess said while keeping her hands between her thighs. More minutes had passed and there was still no sign of link anywhere. Zelda was pacing around the cage,crossing her legs every once in a while in a vain attempt to ease the pressure. She looked back at the treasure chest. The idea of using it to relieve herself seemed more and more tempting by the minute,but she ultimately stepped away from it. If link were to open the treasure chest...
"I...i must not think about it!" Zelda said with a blush on her face. She sat down and went back to waiting.
...and waiting.
...and waiting.
Zelda groaned and looked back at the chest. But then she saw the guard patrolling the cage again.
"....Link! hurry. i'm at my limit." Zelda said to herself. Thankfully,it seems her prayers were answered. Right after she said that,a pot made contact with one of the guards and he was then taken out by a sword swing. A swing that came from none other than Link,there hero she had been waiting for.
"Link! You're here! Oh! Thank you!" Zelda said as Link opened the cage for her. Zelda got up and stood still for a bit,the sudden movement caused her bladder to pressure her even more.
"I...Listen link,i know a secret path we can take to reach the throne room." Zelda said with a blush on her face. Those words not helping her with her current predicament.
"If you can follow me and help me fend of the guards." Zelda said. Link nodded with a stoic face and motioned her to exit the cage. The two made their way through the dungeon,carefully avoiding the guards until.
"Eeek!" Zelda quickly crossed her legs tighter and placed both hands on the front of her dress.
"Nonono....i think i leaked!" Zelda thought to herself.
She looked up and saw Link staring at her.
"Oh..Link i uhh..." Zelda said her face slowly turned red. She didn't want him to know,but it was starting to seem like a foolish decision.
"...I'm sorry. I've been holding it for so long. I really need to use the ladies room." Zelda said while looking away.
"I really don't think i can hold it until we reach the throne room. What do i do?" Zelda asked. Link thought quickly and pointed at a few pots next to a wall. Zelda hated the idea,but at this point she didn't have the luxury of choosing. She ultimately went with the idea and grabbed one of the pots and placed it in front of her.
"Please. Don't look..And don't listen either!" Zelda said. Link turned around and covered his ears. Zelda hiked up her dress and pulled down a pair of white panties with a slight wet patch on them. Zelda crouched on top of the pot and looked around one more time. Her bladder soon released all of it's urine,catching Zelda by surprise and making let out a loud moan. She quickly covered her mouth and her eyes slowly closed as all the pressure melted away from her body. She opened her eyes and looked back at Link,who was still standing there covering his ears with his back turned to her. Zelda blushed and covered her eyes.
"I can't believe i'm doing this. Near the hero no less." She said to herself as her face turned red as a tomato. Thankfully for her,the awkwardness would soon end as her stream weakened. Zelda got up and pulled her panties back up,the wetness making her feel a little uneasy. At the very least,she was happy she didn't completely drench them and her dress. She turned back to Link and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and looked at her with the same facial expression he had since they met. Zelda blushed and averted eye contact.
"P-Please! Do not tell anyone about this! We will never speak about this! Okay?" Zelda said. Link nodded. Zelda looked at him with suspicion for a bit and then calmed down. She motioned him to follow her and the two continued making their way through the dungeons.
"Oh,imagine if father heard of this..." Zelda thought to herself. |
Summary: After over four years of hanging with the wrong crowd, Fiona finally decides enough is enough and dumps Scourge. Now, stuck out in the wilderness with nowhere to go as a storm rages on, the vixen spots a small shack, an answer to her prayers. Little does she know, the shack belongs to a certain two-tailed fox, and after those three glasses of water she drank, she just might find herself in a troubling spot...
Notes: All characters involved in omorashi are age 18 or higher.
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“Well this is just... great!”
The shivering red vixen’s words were swallowed up by the howling wind and pitter-patter of rain on leaves and wood as she trudged through the dense forest. She looked up at the darkened sky, quickly regretting her decision as a raindrop from the powerful storm pelted her eye.
“Ah, damnit!” Fiona cursed as she stomped in frustration, kicking up a puddle of water and making herself even wetter. She cursed again.
“Of all the nights...” she began, her words being broken up by a shiver as her black, skin-tight top and pants did little to protect her from the cold. “Of all the nights that I could’ve chosen to dump that green asshole, why did it have to be on a night I didn’t check the weather?!”
Her tail swished angrily behind her as she continued her aimless trek, keeping her vulpine eyes peeled for any hint of civilization. But as the storm stretched out as far as she could see, her hope began to fade along with the last bit of muffled sunlight.
Fiona instinctually rubbed her arms, which only served as a way to mat her soaked fur. “Just need to… find somewhere for tonight.”
Right as the last of daytime faded, a slight twinkle beyond the trees caught Fiona’s eye. With a hopeful gasp, she trudged toward its source. She darted through the forest, almost colliding with several trees in the low light. But not a minute later, she stepped into a clearing.
The red vixen was now in what appeared to be some sort of ruins. The lush, green forest floor had almost immediately transitioned into barren rock, and she could finally see more than a few feet in front of her.
Though the odd rock formations and buildings in the distance would’ve otherwise intrigued her, Fiona was far more interested in the source of the light she’d seen. Sure enough, as she glanced atop a cliff not too far away, she saw a small, orange structure, sticking out amongst the ruins as the only modern looking building.
“Oh jeez, yes!” Fiona exhaled as the thought of a roof over her head lit an inspiring fire within her. She took off toward the building, being careful not to trip over a fallen pillar or one of many other discarded relics.
As the wind and rain continued their assault, the vixen finally reached the door and placed a series of determined knocks on its wood. “Hello, is anyone in there?” she called as steadily as she could. “Please, I’m stuck out here in the storm. I just need a place to stay until morning!”
She received no response, and the door remained locked, a barrier between her and protection. Fiona stepped back and growled, her frustration no doubt influencing her as she weighed her options.
The light pouring out of the windows on the side told Fiona that the place was, at the very least, not abandoned. At best, the little hut had no permanent occupant and was already inhabited by someone like her; At worst, whoever owned the place wasn’t interested in letting her in.
With another irritated growl, the fed-up fox made up her mind. “Well, either way, someone’s gonna learn to share tonight!”
Taking another step back, Fiona pushed off the ground and forward, bringing her leg out in front. Her booted foot made contact with the door, and its older lock gave way almost immediately. It swung open and slammed against the inner wall of the house, closing partially before Fiona grabbed and pushed it back.
After stepping inside and fervently shaking the water from her fur, the fox was greeted with about what she’d expected. Discarded machine parts littered a desk off to the left of the room, and a staircase was against the far wall.
“Hmph! Whoever owns this place, they’ve gotta work on their interior decorating,” scoffed Fiona as she sashayed in like she was the new owner. While observing a few more of the house’s features, she found herself clearing her throat rather often. This, along with the rain hammering the walls, made her realize something. “Man, I’m parched!”
Eyeing a sink she’d spotted earlier, Fiona strutted up to it and then started carelessly throwing open the cupboards above it. “Let’s see here… cups?”
Upon throwing open a cupboard beneath the counter, the vixen found what she was looking for. “Ah, there we are! ‘Bout time!”
To Fiona’s delight, the sink worked like a charm. It splashed a torrent of cold, clear water into her glass on demand, and soon, she was letting out a refreshed sigh as the last of it tumbled down her dry throat. She wiped off her lips before retrieving another glassful.
After two refills, the fox felt satisfied, and she dropped the cup into the sink.
The sink…
“Wait, what’s that?”
Fiona’s eyes shot back to a small design on the sink in a double take. They grew wide as saucers as she saw a familiar logo of two orange, white-tipped tails beneath the faucet.
“Don’t tell me this is-”
“A really bad idea on your part? Ok, I won’t tell you, then.”
Those youthful words were the last she heard before the impact of a hard object against the back of her head robbed her of her faculties. She stumbled back and collapsed into someone’s arms, looking up just in time to see a hint of orange fur before the last of her vision faded to black.
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Fiona awoke with a start, darting her eyes every which way to take in her surroundings. However, a throbbing sensation on the back of her head brought her actions to a screeching halt. Instinctually, Fiona’s right hand tried to shoot up and cradle the wound, but it met resistance.
“Huh?” she exhaled as she looked back at her arms, only now finally starting to realize the situation she was in.
“Oh, you’re awake.”
The vixen knew that voice anywhere. Her mind raced to recall the logo she’d seen right before passing out, and her eyes followed the sound to an inevitable sight.
Leaning against the opposite wall, with his twin tails swishing behind him and a light scowl on his face, was none other than Miles Prower. He stared back at her restrained form, tied to a chair at her legs, waist, and hands, with locks around each of the ropes for good measure.
“T… Tails?!”
“Don’t call me that,” demanded the fox in swift retaliation. “Only my friends get to call me that.”
With a whirlpool of questions raging through her head, Fiona decided to ask the most important one, that being, “Tails, why am I tied up?”
The fox withdrew his gaze and let out a patronizing scoff. “Why wouldn’t you be? You’re the enemy.”
“Tails…”
“I told you, it’s Miles . Someone who runs around with Scourge is no friend of mine!”
“I…”
“No. I’m done hearing excuses. I’m done being treated like I’m just some dumb, lovestruck kid!” snapped Tails, baring his fangs as he took an authoritative step forward. “I don’t want to hear your lies anymore!”
“Tails, I dumped Scourge!”
“I’m sick of- what?”
With an annoyed sigh, Fiona rolled her eyes and replied, “I dumped that bastard today! That crap he pulled on Moebius was a step too far for me, and it made me realize how dumb I was being. Happy now?”
Tails’ mouth hanged agape for a moment, his powerful brain no doubt working overtime to make sense of Fiona’s words. For a moment, his face softened and his shoulders fell. The younger fox opened his mouth to speak, only to close it again.
As quickly as it’d come, Tails’ softer expression vanished in favor of a disgusted scowl. “No, I’m not ‘happy now’! You think, after all those years of manipulation and abuse, that you’re just gonna waltz in here and act like I should trust you?!”
“No! This was an accident!”
Tails gave an amused laugh in response. “Hah! I’m guessing that time you slapped me in the face and ripped my heart out was just an ‘accident’ too, right?”
“That was a mistake, that’s different!”
“Oh, of course it was!” mocked Tails, his eyes beginning to water. “Well, news flash, Fiona. Maybe four years ago, I’d have fallen for this trick, but guess what? I’m not a dumb twelve year old kid anymore!”
“I’m not trying to trick you, Tails!”
“Yeah, and Sonic isn’t blue!”
“Tails, listen to me!”
“I’d rather listen to claws on a chalkboard!”
“...”
An awkward silence settled over the room, with Tails refusing to take his eyes away from Fiona for even an instant as she struggled with what to say.
It was during this time that the vixen’s eyes widened in realization. She looked down at her lower body, recalling the three glasses of water she’d guzzled down Chaos knows how long ago. The liquid had begun to work its way through her, and it’d chosen the worst time to demand an exit, presenting itself as a mild pressure in her abdomen.
Oh, Chaos, how was she going to do this?
“Uh… Tails?”
“Miles.”
“Tails, please…”
The orange fox crossed his arms and averted his gaze with a stubborn scoff.
“Alright, fine. Miles,” began the vixen as she awkwardly fidgeted in her chair. “I know this isn’t the best time to bring this up, but… would you mind if I used your bathroom?”
The howling laughter Fiona received was about what she’d expected. She watched in annoyance as Tails held his stomach and wiped his eye with his free hand.
“Oh, goodness…” Tails began, recovering from his laughing fit and glancing down at Fiona. “Your little ‘I’ve changed’ plan failed, so now you’re hoping ‘please let me go potty’ will work?”
“Tails-” began the fox, cutting herself off and sighing as she realized growling his forbidden name would get her nowhere. “Miles, I promise, I’m not trying to trick you here. You saw me drink all that water before you clocked me!”
“Hmph!” grunted the two-tailed fox as his scowl remained on his face. “Well, I’m sure you can hold it until the Freedom Fighters get here.”
“When’s that?”
“Hah!” mused Tails, looking down at his arm where a teched-out watch was wrapped around his wrist. “Three hours, maybe four, depending on how long Sonic wants his beauty sleep to last.”
“Three hours?! There’s no way I can hold it that long!”
“You’re acting like I even believe you to begin with!”
“Grr… Miles!”
Fiona shifted in her chair. The ropes tied around her waist and constricting her bladder certainly weren’t helping her predicament. “Look, just let me piss real quick. After that, I’ll do whatever you want. Hell, I’ll tie myself back up for all I care!”
“And I should trust you, because…?”
The vixen opened her mouth to reply, only to shut it in an unfortunate realization. There really wasn’t a reason for Tails to trust her.
“That’s what I thought.”
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By the time Tails had told her a little under an hour had passed, Fiona was growing desperate. The mild discomfort in her midsection had graduated to an ache, and her bladder protested with a stinging sensation every time she squirmed in her chair to try and find the most comfortable, and least straining, position. More than once, she’d caught Tails peering over to her with a softer expression. But it disappeared the second he realized she was watching him.
With her thighs already rubbing together in discomfort, Fiona figured she had nothing to lose from asking, “Miles, can we talk?”
“Your little dance isn’t convincing me.”
“Not about that!” Fiona rebutted.
“Then I have nothing to gain from talking to you.”
“Then just listen!”
“...”
With a sigh, and forcing her bladder’s concerns to the back of her mind, Fiona began, in the kindest tone she could produce, “Look, Miles. I understand why you’re upset. I would be, too! What I did to you, to everyone, for all those years, it wasn’t right!”
“Understatement of the century.”
“The point is, I’ve changed since then!” insisted Fiona, leaning forward in her chair, only to immediately wince in regret as the ropes pressed against her uncomfortably full bladder. “You said you were just a stupid kid four years ago, right? Well, so was I! I made a mistake, Miles, a big one!”
Fiona watched Tails’ face for any sign of a change, only to come up short. So, she continued, “After my choice to run off with Scourge, things just started to feel more and more… wrong! Like I was doing something stupid, but had no way out. Think about it. Scourge was all I had, Miles! What would you have done if I’d come crawling back to you back then? I think today’s a pretty good indicator!”
“We gave you multiple chances to change, and you blew it! You ask what we would’ve done? I don’t know, probably what you deserve!”
“And what do I deserve, Tails?”
The question’s weight crushed any desire Tails had to correct Fiona on his name. He stared back at her blankly, trying to muster up a response.
“Do I deserve to just be alone for the rest of my life, promising people I can change only to be thrown aside like I never can? ‘Cause it sounds to me like that’s exactly what you’re proposing!”
“Fiona, I…”
Tails’ words gave way to the storm still raging outside. The two stared with nothing but each other and the torrent of rain to keep them company. The vixen watched as hurt washed over his face.
“This is… really complicated,” conceded Tails, letting his gaze fall to the floor. “We’ve been enemies for so long, and for you to show up now and… you can’t just expect people to immediately trust you again, Fiona.”
“I’m not asking for that!” cried the vixen, lurching forward in her chair and wincing as her bladder shot waves of pain through her body in protest. “I’m just asking you for a chance.”
Fiona could’ve sworn she’d seen at least a dozen emotions all take their turn commanding Tails’ face as he stood in quiet contemplation. After what seemed like an eternity, the younger vulpine finally opened his mouth.
“I’m gonna need some time to think about this, Fiona.”
The vixen nearly bit her lip at the mention of the commodity she was hastily running out of. She stared down at her aching abdomen, weighing her options carefully. As much as she wanted to bring up her need for relief again, even beg him if necessary, she decided against it. The boy needed time, and bringing up her problem now might just make him even more suspicious.
With her mind made up, Fiona laid back in her chair and got as comfortable as she could.
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As the minutes crawled by, Fiona felt her composure being hammered away at. Her legs rubbed together as best they could under their restraints, and she wished desperately that she could at least jam her hands in between them to hold herself.
She glanced longingly over at Tails, who had by now dozed off against the wall. Her bladder begged her to wake him, to call his name and beg him to let her out so she could make a mad dash for the bathroom, yank down her pants, and…
“Hngh!” whined Fiona, shaking herself from her fantasy before she wet herself then and there. Just a little longer, she thought. Tails was sure to wake up soon!
The jingling of the locks stirred the two-tailed fox. He pried his heavy eyes open and turned his attention to the vixen, who was now biting her lip and looking every which way.
“Fiona?”
Tails’ voice jerking her from her concentration didn’t help the vixen’s desperate state. Fighting the urge to immediately beg him for relief, she looked him in the eye. “T-Tails, you’re up!”
Tails took a moment to look Fiona up and down. Clearly, she was either in a lot of pain, or she was a damn good actress. Her bushy red tail jerked behind her as she fervently rubbed her legs together, and beads of sweat poured down her face.
“You weren’t lying about having to go, were you?”
“No!” Fiona couldn’t stop herself from blurting out as she squirmed desperately. “I didn’t bring it up before, ‘cause you were asleep, and I wanted to give you your time. But now I’ll ask again. Please , Tails, can I go take a piss?”
“And you promise, no funny business?”
“I’m about to do my ‘business’ all over your chair and floor if you don’t give me somewhere else!”
He stared at Fiona again, almost hoping he’d be able to find some hint of deception so he wouldn’t have to make the choice he was about to. “I don’t know…”
“Tails, I’ll behave myself, I swear! I’ll tell the Freedom Fighters everything I know, I’ll even rat out that bastard Scourge for you! Just please, let me take a damn leak!”
Whether the vixen was genuine about wanting to change, Tails didn’t know. But one more look at her fidgeting form made it clear to him that she wasn’t lying about one thing.
“Fiona, you’ve convinced me.”
The words came like an answer to Fiona’s prayers. She felt a wave of relief wash over her as she thanked Tails up and down.
“I’ll unlock your ropes.”
Fiona fell back in the chair and bit her lip with a whine. “Please, just hurry up!”
Tails strode over to his nightstand and jerked open the top drawer. He quickly scanned its contents, only for his eyes to widen in shock.
“Tails, what’s that look for?”
“I… thought the key was right here,” the fox muttered, looking back at his bursting captive, then back at the drawer.
“Oh no, don’t tell me you lost the key!” Fiona whined as pain erupted from her overworked bladder. “Please, Tails, find it. I’m about to piss myself over here!”
“C’mon… Think, Miles, think!” grunted Tails as he slapped his forehead, trying to retrace his steps. “I knocked Fiona out, brought her up here, locked the locks, then I got a drink of wa-”
Suddenly, the fox’s eyes grew wide as saucers. That was it, the sink! “Hold on, Fiona! I think I left the key downstairs!”
“I’ve been ‘holding on’ for going on forever now. I’m not gonna have a choice in the matter pretty soon!” barked Fiona as another bladder spasm brought her legs crashing together.
“I’ll be right back!” was the younger vulpine’s frantic response as he rushed out of the room and down the steps.
Now alone with her begging bladder, Fiona threw her head back and slammed her eyes shut, diverting all her strength to her bladder as it strained to hold back the ocean of contents locked inside her. “Oh… hurry, Tails, hurry!”
By the time Tails had bounded back up the steps with the key in-hand, Fiona was fit to burst. Her bladder’s begs had graduated to plain demands, and she was seconds away from just giving up and soaking her pants and the furniture beneath.
“Fiona, you’ve got to stop moving your legs so I can get the lock!”
“Oh… alright!” moaned Fiona. The second Tails unlocked the rope and it fell slack to the floor, her legs pounced overtop of one another, crossing with all their might as they bounced in unison.
“Just two more, Fiona. Hang in there!” Tails moved onto her waist, sliding the key in and twisting before jerking the lock off.
The desperate vixen gasped as the ropes previously constricting her fell, allowing her already-full bladder to stretch even further. Hopefully, the momentary relief of pressure would be enough…
Fiona awkwardly stood up and jammed her legs together, fervently shifting her weight between them as Tails went for the last lock. The temptation to yank down her pants and soak the young inventor’s floor the second she was free was overwhelming. But she couldn’t do that to him now.
“Alright, Fiona. That’s it!”
Her hands wasted no time in flying to her crotch to hold back the coming flood, she danced in place as she shot her gaze over to Tails.
“Tails. Bathroom. Where?!”
“First door down the hall to the right.”
Fiona didn’t waste a second more. She knew a controlled hobble to the bathroom was out of the question. She was going in the next ten seconds, pants or not. With that in mind, the vixen took off in a mad dash toward the door.
She felt the last of her restraint failing as she darted into the room and threw on the light, not even bothering to shut the door behind her. Then, her eyes fell upon the most beautiful sight she’d ever seen. The toilet sat against the far wall, practically calling on her to fill its vacancy.
“Ugh… I’m gonna fucking piss myself if I wait any longer!” she cried with a violent shiver as she grabbed her leggings and yanked them down. With her privates now exposed to the open air, her bladder finally gave up its fight. Rather than try and quell the light trickle of clear pee now trailing down her leg, Fiona dashed forward and jerked the toilet seat up before collapsing forward onto the bowl.
Fiona’s beyond-full bladder needed no invitation to start releasing its hours worth of stored up contents. A mighty torrent of clear urine rushed out from between her legs and crashed into the awaiting water below. Both this sound, however, and the raging storm outside, paled in comparison to what poured out of the vixen’s mouth.
“Hahhh… finally!” Fiona moaned in ecstasy as every second worth of pent-up stress and pee cascaded from her. Her bushy tail swished off the edge of the toilet as she filled the room with her delightful exhales.
In a final resignation, Fiona let her body collapse forward onto the rear of the toilet. She closed her eyes and donned an airy smile as the torrent continued. “This feels... so fucking good,” she breathed, her words being broken up by one of many sighs of relief.
The waves of ecstasy now surging throughout her body was a feeling she never wanted to end. But alas, after what felt like an eternity of bliss, her stream began to slow. First to a trickle, and then to a few drops, and with one last sigh of unparalleled relief, Fiona felt the last of her urine empty from her body.
“Ugh, thank goodness he believed me…” breathed the alleviated vixen as she stood up from her awkward position on the toilet and reached for the toilet paper. After cleaning herself up, Fiona turned toward the entrance, only for her eyes to widen in realization.
“Oh, Chaos!” In a burst of speed, Fiona yanked her pants back up and dashed out of the bathroom, only to shoot her gaze down the hall and see Tails standing at the end of it, blushing madly and refusing to make eye contact with her. “Tails! You…”
“You forgot to close the door…” was the fox’s embarrassed response as Fiona strode up to him.
“Yeah, I noticed.”
As the two stood there awkwardly, Fiona eyed the chair, suddenly recalling their deal. “Oh, right…”
“Hmm?”
Fiona seemed to ignore him, instead opting to stride over to the chair and sit back down in the pose she’d left it in. “Remember? I promised I’d go right back to here once I was done, so go ahead, Tails. Tie me up again.”
At that moment, Fiona couldn’t have guessed what was going through the young fox’s head. But his response certainly wasn’t one of her guesses.
“There’s no need for that.”
“Wh… what?”
Tails responded with an awkward chuckle. “After all you just went through, and all I’ve seen, just you offering to be tied up again is enough to earn at least a little trust from me.”
A warm smile washed onto Fiona’s face as she rose from the chair and strode up to Tails. The boy retreated for a moment, but quickly found himself in the taller vixen’s arms.
“Thank you, Tails. That means a lot to me,” smiled Fiona as she broke their embrace and bent down to reach eye level. “In fact, I think for that, you deserve something I should’ve given you a long time ago.”
Tails felt his entire body freeze stiff as he stared into Fiona’s approaching eyes. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as she grasped his shoulders and pulled him in, closing her eyes as her lips met his. The fox hardly wanted to believe it. But the warm, blissful feelings now echoing through his body confirmed it.
Fiona Fox was kissing him.
After they broke away, Tails told his lips to move, to say anything at all.
“Mwaa… huh?!”
“Just a little something to show my gratitude,” Fiona replied with a light, yet devious tone that drove Tails further up a wall. “Well, aside from the one you already got.”
Tails raised his eyebrow. “Already got? What do you mean?”
Fiona’s next sentence would drive a mad flush onto Tails’ cheeks that would give her own fur’s redness a run for its money.
“Silly fox, you got to make a woman moan.” |
Summary: Years have passed since the great Metal Virus. But as we know, Eggman and Starline aren't known for their willingness to call it quits. Even after all this time, they're still at large, and Starline's latest plan has shaken the region. With assistance requests pouring into Restoration H.Q., Jewel the Beetle calls in a long-time member of the team, Lanolin, to help her with the paperwork. However, when Lanolin drinks a little too much morning coffee, things get ugly, throwing her into an emergency of her own.
Notes: All characters involved in omorashi are age 18 or higher, as verifiable in the story.
Mirrored from the AO3 account, which can be found here! Feel free to check it out if you like what you read!
“Yo, Lanolin! Have you got those reports I asked for?”
The sheep in question, clothed in a black sleeveless shirt and teal cargo pants, turned in her seat at the control panel to face the voice’s origin. “One sec, Miss Jewel. I’m almost finished!” she smiled before turning back toward the desk.
“Thanks, Lanolin,” replied the cheery beetle, clad in her typical pink suit and heels.
The female sheep took another sip of her second cup of morning coffee before returning to her work. On the chrome-plated desk in front of her lay two stacks of papers, one stack far smaller than the other. She grabbed the paper atop the smaller pile and began surveying it.
“Hmmm…”
Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, Lanolin grabbed her pen and signed off on the bottom with a black check mark. With a nod, she placed it on the larger, prepared pile and continued onto the next paper.
Ever since Starline’s latest plot had been foiled, assistance requests had been flooding into Restoration H.Q. Lanolin, a now-veteran member, had volunteered to help Jewel with the administrative work until the rush passed. As minutes flowed by, more papers transferred from the short pile to the tall one, eventually ending in one, neat stack.
“Miss Jewel!” Lanolin called back, causing the beetle to look up from her desk.
“Yes, Lanolin?”
The sheep pushed out her chair and stood up, grabbing the papers and spinning around. “They’re all set! Sorry about the wait.”
“Not a problem at all! I appreciate any help I can get during this hectic week,” smiled Jewel, walking up to meet Lanolin halfway and grabbing the stack from her.
“Is there anything else I can help you with?”
Jewel looked to the side as she hummed in contemplation. “I should be good for now. How about you take a little break? You’ve earned it.”
Lanolin’s eyes lit up as she smiled appreciatively. “Thanks Jewel!”
The beetle nodded in acknowledgement and turned to take the papers back to her desk. Lanolin strode back over and sat back down, whipping back around to face the console. She sighed in relaxation, reaching forward for her coffee and then leaning back in her chair to take a sip.
The sheep allowed the warm liquid to soothe her taste buds as she observed the many screens along the wall in front of her, all relaying video from different on-field cameras. Part of her wished she was out with Ms. Rose and the others, but another part was happy to be taking it slow for once.
As seconds turned to minutes, Lanolin finished off the last of her coffee and set her mug down. “Ahhh…” she sighed in satisfaction.
“Excuse me, Lanolin?”
The sheep turned to face her cheery boss once again. “Yes, Miss Jewel?”
“Would you like to take these to the archive room for me?” Jewel asked, motioning to the stack of papers. “And once you get back, I should have more work to get you started on.”
“Sure thing!”
As Lanolin sprung to her feet, she paused, feeling something awkwardly shift within her. A look of concern spread across her face as she looked down at her lower half, momentarily forgetting about her task. She came to recognize the new sensation. Clearly, her two cups of coffee had been working their way through her. It was far from a dire need. But still, she’d need to hit up the little sheep’s room sooner than later.
“Are you alright, Lanolin?”
“Hm?” the sheep snapped back to reality, her eyes returning to the beetle across the room. “Oh. Sorry, Miss Jewel. I guess I just spaced out for a second.”
“It happens to the best of us,” smiled the curator-turned-administrator.
With a nod, Lanolin strode up and grabbed the stack of papers before turning to a door along the left wall of the rectangular, white room. As she ventured closer and the steel barrier slid open to allow her past, her little “problem” down below crossed her mind once again. She sighed, her hands being too full to cradle her abdomen as she felt her need for a rest stop increase ever-so-slightly. It would be alright, she thought. There’d be plenty of time to go after she dropped off the papers.
After an uneventful trip to the archive room on the other side of Restoration H.Q., Lanolin embarked on a casual stroll back to the main room. She wanted to pass by a bathroom on the way, and made sure to plan her route accordingly.
As she took a right and peered down the hallway that usually had a vacant bathroom, Lanolin frowned at the sight that now replaced it.
“Oh, maintenance?”
Lanolin nervously looked down at her feet. At this point, more of her morning beverage had worked it way through her, and she was feeling it. The sheep, her hands now empty, gently cradled her abdomen with one of them. As she glanced once again at the ‘Closed for Maintenance’ sign on the door, she realized that she had a choice.
She didn’t know how long she’d have before another break. The safest thing to do would be to postpone the return to her work and find another bathroom. But as she looked down the hall marking the way back to the main room, Lanolin thought of Ms. Jewel and how she’d be kept waiting for longer. Besides, she didn’t even know where another bathroom might be!
“Oh, it’ll be fine…” the sheep woman whined, embarking down the hallway leading back to her workstation. “I’m sure it won’t take that long. I’ll ask Miss Jewel where another bathroom is afterwards.”
As Lanolin strode down the hallway, her hand drifted to her midsection again, cradling it lightly. She softly groaned, looking back from whence she came.
In a decisive moment, Lanolin’s mind changed. She could probably wait it out, but she’d rather not risk it. With that, she pivoted and turned to walk back in the other direction. She was sure she could find another bathroom somewhere…
“Oh, Lanolin!”
Before the sheep could act further on her new mindset, she heard Ms. Jewel’s cheery voice from behind her. Nearly jumping out of her combat boots, the sheep turned to face the vibrant beetle.
“Oh, sorry! Did I startle you?”
“It’s alright, Miss Jewel,” the sheep smiled nervously, scratching the back of her head.
With the initial shock having worn off, Lanolin’s eyes widened for a moment as she realized she’d stopped focusing on the building pressure in her abdomen for a moment. She fought with her legs to prevent them rubbing together as Jewel took notice.
“Are you okay, Lanolin?”
“Oh! Yes, sorry.”
“No need to apologize. After all, I startled you , silly!” Jewel beamed, adjusting her grip on a small stack of papers. “I’m going to take these to the copy room. But I left a new stack of fulfilled requests at your workstation if you’d like to get started on those.”
Lanolin’s mind once again jumped to her little “issue” for a moment. She contemplated using this time to make a rest stop first. But her situation was still far from dire. Besides, she’d hate to have Ms. Jewel come back and find her chair empty. She might think she’s slacking off!
“Certainly, Miss Jewel!” Lanolin smiled back, shoving her need for a restroom to the back of her mind.
“You don’t have to call me that, you know,” the beetle chuckled. “Just Jewel is fine. No need to be so formal.”
“Oh… sorry, Miss Jew- I mean… Jewel,” the sheep nodded back with a nervous grin.
The two women passed each other seconds later. Lanolin looked toward the door near the end of the hall and allowed an audible gulp to tumble down her throat. Hopefully the stack of papers wasn’t as high as last time…
The poor sheep’s legs shuffled under the table as a nervous frown remained plastered on their face. Lanolin’s hopes of there being less work this time had been crushed the moment she laid eyes on the stack of papers Jewel had left behind; The same height, if not slightly taller than the last.
Now, Lanolin sat, thirty minutes having passed and nearly two-thirds of the way finished. To say her needs had grown would’ve been an understatement.
“Mmmm…” the veteran restorer quietly moaned, trying her best to maintain focus on the task at hand. She’d certainly be asking for a break after finishing.
As her pen shakily glided along paper after paper, Lanolin eyed the clock on the far wall, then looked back at Jewel. The vibrant beetle sat with a light smile on her face, humming to herself without a care in the world.
Turning back to her own desk, Lanolin allowed her left leg to cross over her right, easing some of the pressure. It would be alright, she thought. She was almost finished, maybe the bathroom she’d tried to visit earlier would even be open again by then.
As seconds ticked by into minutes, the worsening of Lanolin’s condition seemed to accelerate. With every paper she signed, she could feel her bladder begging for release a little more. Her legs bounced and switched positions, trying to reinforce the buckling dam.
Minutes later, and with a relieved sigh, Lanolin dropped her pen and wiped the sweat from her brow. Her legs now trembled. She could feel her bladder’s lake of contents crashing against her insides. She had to go. Bad.
Not wasting any time, Lanolin grabbed the finished stack and winced as she forced her legs apart and stood up, fighting to keep them from shaking as she turned to face Jewel.
“I’m finished, Miss- I mean, Jewel!”
The busy beetle looked up from her work, her smile immediately turning to a concerned gaze. “Are you alright, Lanolin? You look a bit pale.”
“I’m fine!” the desperate sheep snapped back, nearly cutting Jewel off. “Do you need me to take these papers to the archive again?”
“If that’s alright, yes.”
“Ok, I’ll be back soon then!” Lanolin smiled back, hoping her shaky grin and perspiring face didn’t rouse further suspicion.
Jewel took a quick look back at the clock before replying. “You’ve been working quite a while. Perhaps we could take a break when you get back? I’d love to talk over some tea.”
Lanolin, who was already striding toward the door, took a glance back at Jewel. “Sounds good. Thank you, Jewel.”
A few more moments and the door to the main room was sliding shut behind her. Realizing she was alone, Lanolin immediately allowed her legs to start rubbing together. “Oh, I wanna go…”
The image Jewel had given her of tea pouring and splashing into a cup that wasn’t helping. With her hands full, she couldn’t hope to use them to assist her aching bladder and legs. Which brought her to another realization.
“What’ll I do with these…?” Lanolin whined, looking down at the stack of papers. She couldn’t just leave them on the floor outside to get all dirty, and there was no place to set them in the bathroom. With this in mind, she was left with only one option.
“Okay… a-archive room first, then toilet!”
Lanolin buried her discomfort and briskly journeyed forward, trying to keep her mental map of the building in check while focusing on her filling bladder. “Oh… just a little further.”
A few agonizing minutes later, and the metal door to the archive room slid open and shut behind her, the lights hummed to life as the desperate sheep, now eagerly shifting her weight between her legs, peered around at the row of filing cabinets. Typically, she’d want to take the time to find the correct place for them in the sea of drawers, but right now? There were more pressing matters.
Quickly, Lanolin spotted a vacant table off to the side and hobbled over to it, plopping the stack of papers down onto it. With a thankful gasp, her body responded in kind, immediately relocating her hands to in-between her legs and pressing hard against her groin.
“I’ve got to pee so bad!” Lanolin whined, hopping from foot to foot as she winced in pain. Her inner dam cracked and buckled, threatening to burst at any moment. As she danced in place, fearful scenarios stampeded through her mind. What if the bathroom was still locked? What if she couldn’t find another one in time?
The trek to the previously-closed bathroom alone was sure to bring her to her breaking point. If it was still closed, she didn’t know if she’d be able to stand it. One thing was certain, her bladder wasn’t going to let her wait much longer.
Almost instinctively, Lanolin’s eyes began darting around the room for anything she could use. The grey shelves and drawers lined up along the matching tile floor offered no hope.
“Come on… think!”
It wasn’t but a few seconds later that Lanolin’s gaze fell on a possible answer to her prayers. Beside the table, near the entrance, lay a simple, chrome trash bin. It was no taller than her knees.
Lanolin scurried over. Clearly peeing in the bin itself was out of the question. But perhaps there was something in it she could use…
“Ah, yes!” the sheep gasped, her desperate eyes lighting up as they fell upon an empty tea bottle at the bottom of the bin, with an opening wide enough to empty her bladder’s ocean of contents safely.
“Mmm…” Lanolin glanced around the room one last time, ensuring that there were no security cameras present. Coming up empty, she eagerly grabbed the tea bottle and stared at it. It wasn’t ideal, but emptying her now-screaming bladder; It was going to feel so good…
The desperate sheep gasped as the thought of relieving herself nearly caused her to lose control then and there. Her legs crossed together even more tightly as her free hand returned to her crotch.
“Oh, hurry up!” She hobbled over the door and pressed a series of buttons on the wall panel beside it. The previously green light flashed to red, signifying the door’s locked position.
Now, Lanolin was alone. All she needed to do was unscrew the cap, remove the barriers between her bladder and the outside world, and then let the floodgates open. However, one inhibition still remained.
“Should I… really do this?” the sheep woman questioned to herself, staring at the tea bottle as she continued to squirm. Despite her desperate situation, Lanolin had reservations about removing her clothes in such an open room. Plus, where would she put the tea bottle once she was done, carry it to the bathroom and throw it away there? She couldn’t just leave it…
“Nngh!” With one final push from her bladder, sending waves of pain throughout Lanolin’s body, all previous inhibitions disappeared. She winced in discomfort as she realized the true direness of her situation. “Ok, I can’t take it! Going!”
Lanolin set the bottle down on the table and shifted her focus toward her shorts. She’d hate what she had to do next…
“Got to… unzip.”
As she bit her lip in desperation, Lanolin removed her hand from in-between her legs. For a few agonizing moments she fumbled with her shorts zipper, her shaky hands struggling to grasp the metal. But with one final tug, her zipper fell and her pants came undone.
“Oh… this is going to be so embarrassing!” With a quivering lip, Lanolin yanked her shorts down to her knees, exposing her black, plain panties. Her legs jerked from side to side, rubbing together like stopping would mean immediate release. Indeed, it almost did mean that.
She knew she’d hate this next part. But she knew just as well that she had no choice. With a soft groan, Lanolin snatched the tea bottle from the table before warily urging her quivering legs to uncross.
The protest was immediate. With the full brunt of holding back the flood returning to her aching bladder, Lanolin whined as her legs begged to cross themselves again. But she knew she couldn’t give in.
Lanolin eagerly unscrewed the green cap and let it plummet to the floor before shakily lowering the container to the still-covered area between her legs. “I really don’t want to do this…” she complained, looking down at her crotch before darting her gaze around the room once more, as if anticipating to find some spectator to her embarrassing deed.
With her final frantic search turning up nothing, Lanolin returned her focus to the tea bottle and her lower half, the latter now almost stinging in strain. “Ok, Lanolin. You can do this.”
The sheep made a few final adjustments, praying the opening was big enough to direct the coming flood into without spilling. But with one final demand from her bladder, she knew all she could do was hope it was enough. Her body, and now, she herself, refused to wait a second longer.
Using her free hand, Lanolin grasped the seam of her underwear and forced them down to her knees. The shock of the cool outside air grazing her now-bare lower body delayed her release for but a moment. Then, the surge came.
Out of Lanolin’s full bladder stormed a torrent of clear urine. It tumbled into the repurposed container, with a mighty sound only barely drowned out by one other source.
“Hah…” the sheep sighed in indescribable relief, her cheeks flushing red as she threw her head back and struggled to maintain her posture. Her pee continued to rush out with no signs of letting up as she moved her free hand to the desk for support, her entire body filling with bliss. “Oh, what a relief…”
After a few more deep sighs, and as her bladder’s contents continued to pour, Lanolin’s mind was shocked out of its feelings of ecstasy by an alarming sound, one of a container nearing its capacity.
Immediately becoming frantic, Lanolin gazed wide-eyed down at her groin, then at the tea bottle. It was over ¾ full, and filling quickly.
“What? Oh no no no!” Lanolin cried, her stance faltering as her legs jerked in response to the revelation. “Not now, I still have so much more left!”
Against the near-undeniable demands from her bladder, Lanolin began the hard fight of locking up the lake once again. Groaning in strain, she watched as her stream began to, even if gradually, slow to a strong trickle. “Come on… stop!” The bottle was now only seconds away from capacity. “Ngh! Stop, stop, stop !”
With her final utterance of the word, the trickle slowed to a light one, and then to a few drops before finally stopping. “What now?!”
She’d replaced the seal for now, and her bladder was considerably empiter. But after a tease like that, her bladder wouldn’t wait much longer for the rest. She began to look around again for something else, but quickly gave up.
“There’s nothing else here, I have no other choice!” In a hasty decision, Lanolin placed the filled-to-the-brim tea bottle on the counter and quickly knelt down to grab the cap and replace her panties and shorts. Predictably, her legs flew back together at first convenience, though now not as forcefully.
Lanolin looked toward the door of the archive room as she screwed the cap back on the tea bottle and set it back down. “I’ve got to make it to the restroom!”
With newfound resolve, Lanolin stood up straight and let the bottle tumble onto the table. Against her bladder’s wishes, she began hastily striding toward the door, all the while internally praying the bathroom she’d been to earlier wasn’t still closed.
A series of keystrokes on the door panel rendered it unlocked and it slid open with a mechanical hiss. Before striding forward into the hall, she took a moment to cross her legs and grab her crotch, moaning softly.
The desperate sheep speed-walked down the halls, slowing to a stop periodically to frantically hold herself. There may have been cameras in the halls, she observed during one of her momentary breaks, but now was no longer the time for modesty.
About halfway there, a wave of pain, nearly comparable to that of what she’d felt in the archive room, surged through her body. Lanolin couldn’t suppress a strained groan as her hands flew to her groin, and her legs, together. They rubbed against each other shakily, giving her bladder the assistance it so desperately needed.
“Got to… keep going,” was the sheep’s hushed response, realizing she still had a few more turns to go. With a look of remorse, she uncrossed her legs, but kept her hands pressing against her opening. She could walk like this.
As the last few necessary turns came and went, Lanolin felt herself approach, and then surpass what she’d thought was her limit. Upon rounding the final corner, she couldn’t take it anymore. She had to allow her legs to cross as she hobbled toward the twin pair of doors down the hall, signifying the men’s and women’s restrooms.
“Oh, finally!” With the door to the women’s restroom now coming into view, a feeling of dread unlike any other filled every inch of her body. Her hobbling became more frantic as she approached the door. The same plain white sign that had greeted her previously was still plastered on the door like a roadblock denying the path to heaven.
“Still… closed?!” Lanolin sputtered, her eyes widening and her bladder practically screaming at the realization. The ocean still locked up inside her was making its final push for freedom, and at this point, Lanolin could barely hope to fight back. Her bladder was full, and her options exhausted. She had to go right this instant.
Right as Lanolin was grabbing at the sides of her shorts, ready to force them down and flood the hallway where she stood, a slight reminder crept into the corner of her mind. There was another door to the left of this one…
“The men’s room? No, I can’t!” Lanolin argued aloud, eyeing the other door, vacant of any warning signs. “Mmph…” the bursting sheep had about five seconds to make a choice before her bladder made it for her. It was either out here, or in the men’s room. “Yes I can! I can’t take it anymore!”
Giving up all efforts of being cautious, Lanolin removed her hands from her crotch and straightened her legs, making a b-line for the blue door. She knew that under these new conditions, her bladder could give up and void its contents at any moment.
She thrust open the door and sprinted in, taking no reprieve to survey the room and locate her final destination. Across from the row of three urinals and beside the sinks lay a pair of stalls, both vacant.
“Yes!” she cried, jolting forward and reaching the first stall, just as her inner dam finally lost the last of its integrity. “Oh no, I’m so close! Wait!”
Without a second to waste, and while feeling the torrent of urine rushing toward her entrance, Lanolin yanked down her underwear and shorts all at once before throwing open the door. Her eyes widened as she spotted the most beautiful sight she could imagine. A clean, vacant toilet, inviting her to sit down on it and…
Lanolin gasped as she realized what was already happening, out of her now-bare lower half trickled the first hints of the flood that was to come. She cried out in hopelessness, forcing herself forward. “I can’t stop it anymore! Just go, Lanolin, go !”
In a few more moments, the sheep had taken the final step forward, whipped around, and let herself plummet onto the awaiting porcelain throne. At long, long last, her bladder, now free of any capacity limits or shame, was free to let go.
“Oh, this is… I…” The sheep heard the powerful splash of her urine into the water below, struggling to find the words to describe her feelings. With an hour’s worth of tension melting away, and her body relaxing as she threw her head back in relief, Lanolin settled on one utterance.
“Ahhhh…”
The emptying sheep’s excited moans filled every centimeter of the bathroom, drowning out even the intense splashing of her pee into the toilet waters below. After holding it for nearly an hour, being teased at the archive room, and then nearly pissing herself on the way here, Lanolin was finally free. Free to let her bladder send waves of bliss throughout her entire body as it pushed its contents out into the open air.
“Thank goodness I made it, this feels incredible!” she smiled in ecstasy, allowing her hands to plummet to her sides as all feelings except those of relief and bliss exited her body with her stream of clear urine.
After nearly a minute, her torrent finally began to slow, gradually letting up until only a trickle and then a few drops remained. With one final, heavy sigh, Lanolin sat there for a moment longer, allowing her mind to come back online after being flooded with nothing but blissful stimulant.
She then stood up and took care of herself before hiking her panties and shorts back up to their rightful place. With an unburdened, carefree smile, she took a step out into the bathroom.
“Uh…”
Lanolin’s eyes widened, the realization of where she was flooding back to her. Her gaze lurched to the origin of the confused mumble, locking onto a tall, orange fox. A pair of twin, white-tipped tails swished nervously behind him as he confusedly held up a finger.
“M-Mister Prower!” Lanolin stammered, hastily zipping up her shorts and making awkward eye contact. “I-I can explain! I… you-”
Her frantic excuse-making was halted by a stern raise of Tails’ hand.
“Am… I in trouble?”
A nervous exhale escaped the fox’s mouth as he froze, almost as a computer would during an intense calculation. “Look. If anyone asks, this never happened, and we didn’t see each other in here, deal?”
A wave of relief washed through the petrified sheep’s entire body. “Oh, thank you, Mister Prower! I promise this won’t happen again!”
“Promise what won’t happen again?” Tails teased, faking a contemplative stare as his head tilted to the side. Luckily for him, the sheep woman was intuitive enough to understand what he meant.
“Oh, right! This never happened!”
With a mix of relief, urgency, and extreme embarrassment, Lanolin sped out of the bathroom, her face read and her mind hoping Jewel hadn’t made an unexpected trip to the archive room... |
Featuring a character from my first writing, my 2nd writing is here. Mali has a tough time with this one as well. Feedback appreciated!
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Mali [F] - 19 y/o, enjoys omo kinks without realizing it herself; often finds herself in situations to realize this liking.
Yuta [M] - unimportant this time, merely acts as the reason Mali can't go.
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It's late summer, hot as always, with a need to hydrate as a higher priority than at other times of the year. Mali is aware of this, and drinks often at her summer-exclusive job as a food stand cashier on a peer in her neighboring town. Today she wears her employee T-shirt and jean shorts to accommodate for the heat while appearing somewhat job-formal. Having gone through the day, she was allowed bathroom breaks but couldn't find an opportunity to take her leave with all the business the stand was getting during the day. Getting to her car to head home, Mali was well aware that she needed to go, but brushed it off believing she'd be ok to get home in time to use her bathroom. She started off on her nearly 30 minute drive home, an increasing need to go growing on her. Upon arriving home and exiting her car, she couldn't stand straight up and down, the pressure on her stomach nearly too great.
"Shiiiiiiit this is more urgent than it needed to be," she sighs.
Subtly stumbling towards her home, she unlocks her door, sets down her bag on a table chair and heads towards her bathroom. She finds it with its door closed to her surprise, listens in, and remembers that her boyfriend Yuta was stopping over that day. Nonchalantly blasting music, Yuta takes a lukewarm shower to cool himself off on the hot day. Door locked, Mali jiggles the knob, asking Yuta to open up. No reply. Mali tugs at the doorknob, her voice becoming shakier, again asking Yuta to get in. Again, no reply follows. She bangs on the door, urgently demanding that Yuta opens the door to let her go. Incidentally, Yuta is listening to metal, and perceives Mali's bangs as the drums in his music. Once again, she gets no reply.
"God damnit!" she exclaims. "Shitshitshitshitshit how did I forget he'd be here. How is he this deaf?!"
Mali's legs now tremble, cross, shift and move around restlessly. Yuta showers continuously. Mali begins to consider her options. Hope to wait until Yuta stops his shower, wait to no avail and wet herself on the spot, or find some other way to let it all out. She tries to wait longer.
5 minutes pass, and Mali is forced to cover her crotch with her hand in attempt to prevent her leakage. However, she shortly finds this tactic useless.
Spurt. Fsh.
"NggGHH~" she whimpers as she leaks.
Though it was slight, it was enough for her hand to feel moisture, half seeping through her jeans. Her knees are now together, her legs spread apart on an angle. She lets out quick breaths controlling herself to the best of her ability at this point. In desperation she now waddles away from the bathroom door, refusing to wait for Yuta any longer. Her steps are heavy and serve no other purpose than to move her from point A to point B. She enters her kitchen and scans her surroundings. She spots an empty vase, and sets her eyes upon it. At this very moment, Yuta turns off the water to his shower as well as his music.
Mali notices. "FCK......I'm killing him later."
She's too far from the bathroom to make it though, and once again lays her eyes on the vase. She walks over steadily, using her countertop and table to act as stability. Mali grabs the vase and gives herself some room to do her deed. Her breaths heavy, she bends her top half over to undo her belt buckle, stretching barely too far, sending her beyond the point of return. The pressure in her bladder gives in as its pressed in front of her.
"ahfuck" she exhales.
Throwing down her jean shorts, her panties begin rapidly filling, soaking, dripping, and streaming. Mali reaches for her vase, clamping it between her legs. Shaking, she pulls down her panties as far as they reach down before hitting the vase. Her jeans damp at her ankles, vase awkwardly positioned, and her panties only half out of her way, she loses control. Her pee trickles behind her, onto her panties, into the vase and in front of the vase as she continues to shake in her state of panic and desperation. She shifts herself to grab hold of the vase, when a sudden jolt of her body tips the vase, unlodging it between her legs. It falls, still filling with pee on its way down.
"SHIT" she shouts.
Leaning forward trying to catch it, she loses balance under her still pressured bladder and trips onto her knees. Clank clank splash clank. Mali continues to pee, having lost all control and motor functions for a brief moment, a stream flooding out behind her. She squirms to get back up doing her absolute best to prevent anything more that she can while her jeans, now thoroughly soaked, keep her legs mostly bonded. Grabbing the vase, she shoves it between her legs and lets what she has left in the tank out. She takes 30 seconds to let it all out, all the while she's left in a state of panic and shock to keep her streams in the vase. Mali breaks from her trance and notices her hands and behind dripping, a long puddle far behind and under her. Unable to move, she simply stares. Yuta unlocks the bathroom door and walks out. He heads towards the kitchen having heard the ruckus. The two make eye contact.
He simply comments: "Hot."
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Post story: Yuta gets face-slapped multiple times in rapid succession with pee-covered hands. |
Like I said earlier, I'm not doing all the prompts this time. This is my fourth foray into the waters of Black Lagoon. What can I say, Revy's both intriguing and great for omorashi. It follows this story: https://www.omorashi.org/topic/70890-black-lagoon-golden-rain/ and the tl;dr version is that she and Rock have (finally) upgraded to friends with benefits (and maybe more). I meant to post this yesterday, but it ended up being longer than I had anticipated. Enjoy!
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Day 5: Holding/peeing contest Rock+Revy (Black Lagoon)
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The Black Lagoon rocked gently under the full moon, which illuminated the ocean beneath it. The torpedo boat and its pirate crew had been hired to deliver a shipment of drugs to a Hong Kong syndicate. It was a long voyage, and the boat had stopped for the night by a small island off the coast of Vietnam. Company was unlikely, but two crew members were keeping watch just in case.
Revy lit another cigarette and groaned. “Goddamn, this is boring. What’s the point?”
“I’d have to agree with you,” said Rock from beside her. “I understand that Dutch doesn’t want to lose the cargo, but he’s being paranoid. The odds of anyone showing up are miniscule.”
“You said it,” Revy agreed. “Speaking of, when’s it time for him and Benny to take over?”
“Three more hours,” said Rock grimly, checking his watch.
Revy blew a ring of smoke with a heavy sigh. “Jesus. Isn’t there anything we can do to speed things up?”
“We could… count stars?” Rock suggested lamely.
“Rock, I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt,” said Revy, “and assume you’re fucking with me.” Rock was silent in reply. He simply lit a cigarette for himself and the pair stood at the railing, twin spires of smoke rising.
It was several minutes before either spoke again.
“The moon’s beautiful tonight,” Rock observed.
“That’s it,” growled Revy. She dropped what was left of her cigarette and stomped on it. “We have got to find something to do before I fucking lose it!”
“Any suggestions?” Rock asked.
Really putting me on the spot here, Revy mused. “We could… skip stones?”
“Or we could do some shooting practice,” Rock added.
Not a bad idea, thought Revy. She was about to say so when she got a better idea.
“Or I could give you a blowjob,” she whispered with a wicked grin.
“W-what?” Rock sputtered as Revy burst out laughing. The relationship between the two of them had gotten sexual only recently, and she was pleased to see she could still get a rise out of him.
“Oh, I get it,” said Rock, recognizing her teasing. “Very funny.”
“No, I mean it,” said Revy, trying to put on a straight face. “Go ahead and whip it out, baby.”
“Mm-hm,” muttered Rock, clearly unconvinced. “Well, I’m glad I could amuse you, if only for a moment.”
“Well, what else is there?” Revy pointed out. “I’m down to my last cig, we finished our beer almost an hour ago, and my feet are killing me. We’ve been standing here too long.”
She stretched her arms and took stock of her condition. Her joints were sore, her back was stiff, and she could feel the beer working its way through her to fill up her bladder.
Gonna have to piss soon, Revy thought. I’ll need to ask for a break and- wait a minute. Inspiration struck her. This’ll be fun.
Wearing the same devilish smile as earlier, Revy sauntered up to Rock.
“We’ve been out here a while, haven’t we?” she asked casually. “With no breaks.”
“You know that as well as I do,” he replied. “Why are you asking?”
“Oh, no reason,” said Revy in a tone of mock innocence. “‘Cept I really need to take a leak.” Her need wasn’t terrible yet, but she crossed her legs for emphasis. That got Rock’s attention; she could see him blush even in the darkness. Revy wasn’t surprised; whether by accident or design, several of their sexual encounters had involved urine.
“Well, you can go below decks,” Rock suggested. “There’s a toilet down there.”
“No way,” said Revy. “I don’t want to wake the others.” She shrugged. “I guess I’ll have to do it right here.”
“Are you joking again?” asked Rock.
“Nope,” Revy replied, unbuttoning her shorts. “I gotta piss, and I’m guessing you do too by this point.”
“I mean, yes,” said Rock, “but I-”
“How about a little contest?”
“Wait, what do you mean?” Rock asked.
“What do you think, dumbass?” Revy teased, letting her shorts drop to her ankle. “You and I are gonna have a pissing contest. See who can make it fly the farthest.”
“Hold on,” said Rock, skeptical. “You want to have a pissing contest? You are aware of your inherent disadvantage, right?”
“I’ve been practicing,” Revy said with a shrug. “So whaddya say? Up for a little fun?”
“What the hell,” he sighed. “Beats just standing around.”
The two contestants stood side-by-side at the edge of the boat, protected by a knee-high rail.
“Ready?” Revy asked. She lowered her panties and heard Rock unzip his fly. She sneaked a peek before continuing.
“Get set! Piss!” Revy cried, thrusting out her hips. She felt the warm liquid snaking through her before spraying out in a messy arc. The golden stream hit the water with a loud splash, a sound that was echoed by Rock from beside her. Peeing steadily, she looked over to see that he was getting much better distance than she was. Revy thrust her hips further, sending droplets of pee flying, but it still wasn’t enough to match Rock.
Goddammit! Revy thought. She could tell her bladder would be empty soon. I didn’t practice pissing like a man for nothing! Time to play dirty.
Revy turned, reached down, and rubbed Rock’s exposed penis. The effect was immediate; he immediately grew stiff, causing his pee stream to shoot straight up before landing a mere few inches from the boat. With her competition sabotaged, Revy refocused her attention. Her bladder was running dry; she needed to act quickly. Clenching, Revy was able to squeeze out one last drop of urine. With a violent pelvic thrust, she sent the golden droplet sailing through the air. It hit the water almost silently, clearer farther from the boat than Rock had managed.
For a moment, the half-dressed pair stood in silence. Then-
“Fuck yeah! I won!” cried Revy, raising a fist in triumph.
“Hey, you cheated!” Rock protested.
“Come on Rock, baby,” Revy laughed, “you should have expected that. I never play fair. Besides, that was fun, right?”
“I guess,” Rock admitted. He glanced at his watch. “But we still have two and a half more hours to fill. Got any more ideas?”
“Oh,” said Revy, eyeing his still-erect penis, “I’m sure I can think of something.”
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Next up: Interrupted while going/about to go |
(Sorry for posting this late. I haven't been feeling well the past few days.)
"It seems i really misjudged this planet. It's truly beautiful." Celeste said.
"I'm glad you think so. And i'm glad you decided to keep visiting." Her date said.
"I'm happy too. It's a nice place to relax after taking a break from my usual bounty hunting." Celeste replied. "It's a bit difficult to sneak here,but it's worth it."
"Well,Maybe you should be more careful. I think one of my uhh..friends...is onto you. She claims to have seen your ship landing here at night." The date replied.
"Is that so?" Celeste said while taking a sip from her drink. Right now the two were resting at a more isolated part of the beach. Celeste and her species were nocturnal,so she was only really able to go hang out with her human during night time.
"Well,once again. I've had a good time. You and your species have surpassed my expectations." Celeste said.
"......thanks?" Her date said. Not sure how to react to that. The human looked at the sky and then at their watch.
"It's getting pretty late. I should head home soon." The human said.
"What a shame. i was hoping we could return to your quarters." Celeste said,a blush visible on her face. It kinda surprised you just how many human-like qualities she had.
"I..wish to umm...get a closer look at the human body." Celeste said,looking at her date with her eyes half closed. Her date blushed and returned the expression.
"Well,i can still make some time." Her date said. Her date got up and motioned her to follow them. Upon getting up,Celeste winced.
"Ugh...Those drinks. They're so tasty,but they fill up your bladder so fast." Celeste said. She had drunk quite a lot during her date with a human. And while she was no stranger to holding her pee for long periods of time,she still had a limit. She was able to ignore the pressure throughout their date,But now she was getting close to her limit.
"Celeste? Are you coming?" Her date asked. Now out of her thoughts,Celeste powered through the pressure and followed her date. Her date checked to see if the coast was clear and then gave her a signal. Celeste looked around. One of the main drawbacks of her earth dates was the fact that she had a limited amount of areas she could go to without being seen. The lavatories were located inside the very buildings she had to avoid. And for as long as she had been at the beach,she has never found a lavatory. The two continued walking at a leisurely pace. Celeste wasn't sure she could hold it until they reached the human's residence,as every step she took was agonizing.
"Hey,Celeste? Is everything alright back there?" The human asked.
"Oh...i guess my movements must've given me away. I really did underestimate earthlings." She thought to herself. Seeing no benefit in hiding it....
"My bladder is reaching its limit. Is there a lavatory nearby?" Celeste asked.
"Well,there's the restrooms on the bar near the beach. But that place is usually pretty busy at night." The human replied.
"So,i only see 3 options right now. You can hide behind something,you can go in the water or you'll have to hold it until we get back." The human said. Celeste contemplated her options. Her bladder was reaching its limit and her swimsuit had just finished drying,she didn't want to get it wet again. And she has had to go outdoors during a few of her missions. She nodded and chose the first option.
"Very well,i need to find suitable cover first." Celeste said.
"Oh,what about that boulder?" The human said while pointing. Celeste turned around to see a boulder close to the water. She nodded and approached the boulder.
"Please stand there and keep guard." Celeste said. Her date complied and stood next to the boulder. Celeste stood behind the builder and looked at her swimsuit. It was a one piece. So if she wanted to urinate, She had no choice but to take it all of. Blushing a little, Celeste began loosening her swimsuit. The upper hall fell down,revealing her blue breasts and shortly after that,she pulled down the lower half of of swimsuit,exposing her pussy which had a star shaped shaped bush. She took of her suit and placed it on top of the boulder. The wind blew across her naked body,causing her to blush and shiver. A small trickle of pee escaped,causing her to let out a moan and cross her legs.
She quickly stepped into the shallow water below and spread her legs. Almost immediately, A small trickle of pee landed in the water and then turned into a full stream. Celeste spread her lips and leaned back a little. She let out a sigh and looked at the stream as it made a powerful splash against the water below. Over her years as a bounty hunter,she found out that peeing while standing up is a lot more convenient than having to squat and she always enjoyed doing it like that whenever the opportunity presented itself. And there was no snow here,so she was able to do it without the risk of someone noticing it. Of course,her date was nearby and they knew. But they're the one who suggested the idea....
Celeste continued to admire her stream until it soon weakened and came to a complete stop. She reached for her swimsuit and began putting it back on. Her date was still standing near the boulder. They weren't looking,but they heard the sound their alien date was making. And apparently they weren't the only person who knew she was peeing.
"Yooooooo! She just peed while standing up!" A high pitched voice said,one that the date recognized. Kyu the love fairy,the very person responsible for helping them set up their dates. Her words caused the human to turn around for a bit. Nobody other than them could see the love fairy,so it's not like her announcement caught celeste off guard.
"You should've seen this! It is quite a sight to behold." Kyu said.
"You know there are plenty of girls that can do that,right?" The human asked,making sure his voice stayed quiet.
"Oh...and how to you know that?" The love fairy said with a sly smile,causing the player to blush. Celeste soon came from behind the boulder.
"I am finished." Celeste said.
"Alright,now then. Shall we go?" The human asked. Celeste followed the human and the two continued sneaking around to reach the Humans home. While sneaking around,Celeste had a thought.
"I wonder. Would he have been interested in seeing me do it?" Celeste said,blushing as she remembered that he was nearby while she was peeing. |
Beginning Note: This is a quick commission by my most loyal follower LifeIsStrange. They wanted me to do this and I really liked the idea so I’m dedicating this to them. So if you couldn’t tell, this is a Selina Kyle (Catwoman) x Vicki Vale fic, both characters are from the Batman Telltale games (and my personal favorite Batman media). As with my other series I’ll probably make a longer storyline with real plot eventually, so I’m not sure if this will be canon to that or not. Now, a couple of warnings. First, spoilers to the first and second Batman Telltale games, this is a bit of an in between. Secondly, Yuri sex. I’m not a lesbian or even a woman so it won’t be very authentic, sorry if that’s offensive to anyone. Thirdly, if you don’t like humiliation, sadomasochism, or blackmail, please leave or you’ll scar yourself. Finally, on a lighter note I will be describing Selina’s model as the one from the sequel game. No offense but the first game’s facial model of her looks a little off for some reason whereas the second seems more polished. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
Vicki Vale sat up from her hospital bed, feeling all types of groggy. That made no sense, because she shouldn’t have been in any type of bed. The last the reporter had remembered, she had been in Arkham Asylum and her plans had finally come to fruition. She had viciously slain her evil adopted parents, the Waynes had been exposed for their wretched sins, and she freed her unfairly imprisoned brethren. Only one problem remained: Batman the Caped Crusader. She thought they were similar, he was also a vigilante dressed in a silly costume who defeated criminals and sought justice. Unfortunately, she sorely misjudged him.
Despite his brutality and scare tactics, Batman never actually kidnapped, tortured, or killed anyone. As a matter of fact, his methods were very by the book for a vigilante hunted by the police. Maybe that’s why they stopped shooting at him and instead came around. Most importantly, he never went as far as the Children of Arkham, on the contrary he deemed them the biggest threat of all! Eventually they did battle, and the first time she beat him until that traitorous bitch Catwoman swooped in to save him. Their rematch took place at Arkham and this time he had stepped up his game. She tried to reason with him, yet he still insisted she was in the wrong and her actions caused more chaos than justice.
The biggest surprise was Batman actually unmasking and revealing himself to be Bruce Wayne, Gotham’s orphaned billionaire playboy philanthropist. She knew his wealth was unfairly stolen due to his scumbag parents and thought the generous side was an act, yet the evidence was there. She had been nothing but wrong when judging both Batman and Bruce Wayne, if they truly were one in the same of which there was no doubt. Struggling with the revelation, they continued to do battle until he bested her with her own concussive staff and eventually rubble buried her, or so everyone thought.
‘Looks like someone came through, thankfully.’ Vicki thought to herself. ‘But who? Oswald is imprisoned and the other Children of Arkham had no means to pull this off.’ Whatever the case was, they had left nothing to the imagination. She had been in some sort of master bathroom long enough to be completely healed up and her brunette hair had grown some. Not to it’s full length, however not quite the buzz cut she had been sporting. More of a grown out pixie cut perhaps. Whatever the case was, a note had been left by the desk on her side, along with a fruit smoothie, recently made. All the more curious, the reporter read her instructions.
“I know you’ll be waking up soon so I made the necessary preparations. Whenever you’re awake, make sure to drink up and take a bath. Shave your body as well. If you feel sick ring for me and I’ll help with whatever you need. Once you’re feeling refreshed, pick one of the two outfits I have laid out for you. You will wear both during our session, I’m just curious to see which one you pick first. Meet me in the foyer when you’re done. Whatever you do, make sure not to use the restroom unless it’s number two. If not, then hold it. You’re also forbidden from masturbating. Don’t try lying, I’ll know. See you soon, Sweetheart.”
Vicki furrowed her brow as she studied her instructions carefully. Whoever her rescue was, they seemed to be equal parts attentive and malicious. She thought it might have been Bruce, however the instructions seemed too blunt, yet also teasing at the same time. Besides, while he may have been many things, he was not the type to play games like this. In addition, the handwriting wasn’t his, too rough as opposed to his refined penmanship. She had no option but to play along with whatever her savior desired.
First she drank the smoothie, gasping in delight as the fruity concoction cooled her parched throat. Secondly, she peeled off her hospital gown, shuddering at the cold room. Her dainty light brown nipples peaked and her tan skin was dotted with goosebumps. Ignoring the frigidness, she walked and set herself in the bath, once again sighing in relief. Despite the foreboding instructions, they seemed determined to be as accommodating as possible. The water was soothingly warm and there was even a glass of Chardonnay on the side. She grasped it and slowly sipped, feeling physical and mental comfort as she relaxed. Right as everything seemed well, the smoothie and wine settled soon filled her bladder. It all made sense now.
‘Is that why they told me not to use the restroom? What the hell are they planning? And what does masturbation have anything to do with it? Why set up such a nice bath then?’ Vicki almost rubbed one out right then and there out of spite, however she had a foreboding feeling that if she did she’d regret it, so she withheld from releasing her pent up desire. Once she finished, she got out and dried herself with the softest towels imaginable and proceeded to shave off excess body hair. Her armpits and legs were bare, however she organized her pubes into a small and soft downy patch, just the way she liked it. Having a full bush or completely bare was too extreme, and a landing strip just wasn’t enough. An even tuft though? Just right.
Next the reporter studied her outfit selections. Either way she was given lavender silk panties for underwear but that was it, no bra or other form of upper underwear. She slipped on the panties and almost let out a moan. What was with her today? However, she knew what. Having a full bladder was an undeniable pleasure of hers, and the mysterious plans her rescuer had set for her only heightened her arousal. Unfortunately she never got to truly enjoy it because her wicked step parents would abuse her whenever she had an accident. Ignoring the traumatic memories, she pondered over whether she should don her reporter suit or ball gown.
‘Does it really matter? The stranger said I would be wearing both. Still, they also said they were interested in my choice. Reporter suit it is. Both are sexy, but the professional is who I really am. The gown just dolls up my body.’ Vicki confirmed as she slipped on her white button down and black jacket, rolling the sleeves up to her elbows and leaving the top half buttons alone to show off some of her breasts. They were medium sized, bordering on small, but still quite pleasant to lust over. Her nipples grew erect when rubbing against the fabric but she ignored the feeling as she continued to dress, pulling up her khakis. As she zipped and buttoned her pants, the tight feeling increased her desperation and was confirmation that her savior knew about her urination kink to some extent. Taking some breaths to steady herself, the reporter walked into the main room as instructed.
“There you are Vicki Vale. Or should I say Lady Arkham? Whatever the case is, I’ve been waiting.” a rich and seductive female voice called out. Vicki raised her fists and got into a fighting stance. “Show yourself!” she yelled back, ready to defend herself. “There’s no need for that, besides you wouldn’t last in your condition. I must say you certainly are a tough opponent, more than I expected.” the other woman continued nonchalantly and she strode into view. “You think just because I was injured I’d still be weak? If that was the case why rescue me at all, much less nurse me back to health?” “That’s not the condition I was talking about.” the voice replied. Vicki blushed, still wondering just what the hell was going on. ‘My savior definitely wants to see me pee, and she’s a woman. She better be as sexy as she sounds.’ The reporter’s jaw dropped when she saw her wish was granted to the fullest degree.
She was beautiful, with a tall and luscious hourglass figure. Her curves were hugged, or rather groped, by a pitch black and skintight leather catsuit. Despite that, she had no issue confidently strutting with her hips swinging side to side rather invitingly. Her pretty face was equally attractive, pale yet rosy cheeks and a smirk coated in violet lipstick. Her hair was shortly clipped, similar to Vicki’s. However the other woman’s hair was the color of coal and covered by the adorable cat cowl helmet, although stray tufts peeked out. Her large yet somewhat attractive sharp goggle lenses had been lifted to show her unyielding piercing gray eyes. Vicki ignored her pulsing genitals, more interested in the woman's identity than looks.
“Catwoman?! You’re my savior?” “And captor.” the seductive thief confirmed. “Why? I highly doubt it’s to continue my cause, you lack loyalty. I figured you would have turned tail and hightailed Gotham by now to keep all of your nine lives.” Catwoman sighed. “Normally you’d be correct, however I’ve recently turned a new leaf. I still mostly look out for myself, but if there is someone I’d claim loyalty to, it’d have to be Batman.” “You? Pledge allegiance to Batman?” Vicki sneered. “Our methods may differ, but he changed my view so I’m no longer a selfish bitch. Enough about me, time to explain what your purpose is.”
“Fine.” Vicki grumbled. “First things first, Bats told me your story and I’m sorry about the Vales. You didn’t deserve such monsters and despite what the boy scout says, I think you were justified.” Catwoman explained in a sincere voice. “So why all this? Besides, I don’t want your pity or your judgement.” “Don’t interrupt me again Arkham.” the other woman sharply demanded. Sighing, she continued. “I grew up in a shitty orphanage so I understand what you did. However, you didn’t just stop there. You killed innocents, hurt the only man I could ever love, and tried to destroy Gotham City. I’ve no love for this city or anyone besides my pet cat, myself, and maybe Bats, but I still don’t believe in wanton anarchy.”
“You love Batman? Give me a break, I have news for you Catwoman. He’s a liar and a hypocrite who only looks out for himself and his thrills. His secret identity is Bruce Wayne, the billionaire whose money is rotten!” Vicki screamed in outrage, ignoring how it made her bladder ache. Catwoman raised an eyebrow. “So you know? Well that makes things a little more difficult. Whatever the case is, you’re wrong. Bruce has nothing to do with his parents’ sins, and he’s dropping heavy fundings to rebuild Arkham Asylum. You know, your family’s legacy? Which by the way he’s defending. You know Bruce is a good man, you just can’t admit it.”
“Quit preaching, it doesn't suit you honey.” Vicki snarked. “Pet names, I like it.” Catwoman grinned. The reporter ignored it, or at least tried to as the thief carried on. “Anyways, so you put me in a predicament. We grew up the same and you’ve suffered enough so I can’t just kill you or have you arrested. I believe in redemption, however I also believe in punishment. Your naughtiness is off the charts so there’s no exception.” Vicki gulped at the thief’s tone, using her willpower to not grasp her crotch. “Normally I spank naughty girls, however you’ve suffered too many of those so I’ll spare you my whip.” “Thanks.” the reporter replied sarcastically, although she was actually quite thankful for the mercy she was provided with.
“I did some more research and discovered through your colleagues that in high school you were nicknamed the Pee Pee Princess. Ring any bells?” Vicki blushed in outrage, regretting having told her coworkers such a personal story. “It’s one thing to have an accident, but five? The janitors must have hated you, although I certainly wouldn’t have minded.” Catwoman continued with a teasing smirk. “Fine, you got me. I like holding my urine in, peeing with a full bladder feels like an orgasm and you can’t shame me for it. However I misjudged my limits so sometimes I wet myself.” “I wouldn’t shame you for it whatsoever, I have similar tastes.”
“Is that why you forbade me from using the restroom?” “Precisely.” “Well, why did you forbid me from masturbating?” “I’ll get to that soon. So anyways, I was able to devise the perfect plan. You’ll be free and have a chance to start over, however you still need to face punishment.” “Okay, what is it?” Vicki questioned with hesitation. She loved and dreaded where the other woman was going with this. “First off, I had an explosive tracker planted in your spine. If you try to dig it out, cause more unnecessary trouble, or expose Bruce or myself, it’s exploding.”
“I understand.” Vicki begrudgingly agreed, knowing this was a fair price to pay. “What else is there?” “You know how you said you like pissing with a full bladder? Well I do as well. There’s only two things better than that in my book.” “Such as?” “Watching other girls piss themselves, and pissing after a good fucking. That’s where you come in. If you just want to leave as soon as possible, you have to wet your reporter clothes before you go.” “And if I stay?” Vicki inquired. Catwoman smirked. “So you’re already considering the second and admittedly better option? Such a naughty girl. Well it plays out similarly, however you have to wet your reporter clothes and your ball gown and you need to hold it for as long as you can. In addition, I’ll be involved in your second wetting.”
“How involved?” “That’s a secret.” “Fine. I’ll go with the second option.” “Excellent choice. You see that X statue I set up?” Vicki looked over it and nodded. Go stand in front of it with your back as close as possible. Spread your arms and legs to match it.” The reporter did as told, keeping still as Catwoman used leather straps to bind her wrists and legs. “Okay beautiful, it’s a good thing my explanation took as long as it did, you’re at your limit.” the thief noticed with a teasing smirk. True to her word, Vicki was panting and twisting her body, letting out a whine as her bladder begged for release. Her movements did nothing to ease her, on the contrary it seemed to be speeding up the process.
“You’re right, it is kind of getting hot in here.” Catwoman mentioned nonchalantly. Right as a question formed on the reporter’s tongue, the thief hooked a clawed finger around her zipper and slowly pulled it down. Vicki watched in amazement, almost feeling like she was watching a stripper perform as Catwoman’s cleavage was exposed. Beads of sweat formed on her pale heaving breasts, and the zipper continued, revealing a scarred and hardened abdomen. Vicki almost groaned, wanting to see more. To her surprise, Catwoman continued, this time pulling the zipper all the way down until the crotch of her pink Hello Kitty panties were exposed. As if that wasn’t enough, the seductress slowly grasped the leather covering her breasts and parted them until they sprang out.
Catwoman let out a feline hiss of pain and pleasure as the zipper teeth gnashed at her breasts, causing Vicki to shudder in delight. A short spurt shot out, darkening the bottom of her khakis. Meanwhile, the seductive thief unsheathed her gloved claws and slightly pinched her large dark brown nipples until they became hard erect pebbles. The reporter couldn’t help but be impressed that Catwoman was somehow finding pleasure in her chest despite it being gnawed on by zipper teeth and claws. To Vicki’s disappointment the claws were removed, however her excitement returned when she saw the thief stick her hand in her panties and masturbate.
‘The sexy woman knows how to tempt me. How the fuck is she able to fluently play with herself while wearing such tight clothing? And how are her tits not scarred to hell with such rough treatment?’ She had her own problems to worry about when another spurt came through. “CAT! I’m leaking!” Catwoman perked up. “Selina. You sound silly calling me that.” “Whatever bitch, just tell me what to do now!” “Well, it’s a little earlier than I like, but go ahead and piss.” “What do you mean earlier?” She received no answer, instead Selina responded by slowly walking up and eyeing her. Vicki felt a wave of arousal and with a flushed face, wet herself.
Selina gasped and grinned with delight as she saw the reporter’s khakis grow damp around the crotch and inner legs, before pouring in a puddle that gathered around her feet. Meanwhile Vicki herself was gasping in delight and relief as she felt her bladder empty and also shamefully aroused by how much Selina appeared to be enjoying herself. Eventually it came to a stop leaving her panties, khakis, and the floor soaked in urine. The thief let the reporter have some time to herself before unbuckling the straps and helping her down.
“You can get undressed, but leave the panties on. I’ll be back with your gown, and some other preparations.” Normally Vicki would have snarked, however her nirvana was too great so she just obediently nodded. It wasn’t just the physical relief and pleasure she was basking in, Vicki was ecstatic that someone not only didn’t punish or judge her for one of her kinks but actually encouraged and participated as well. The only problem was there was still residual shame from all the punishments and judgements she used to face. Eventually Catwoman returned, holding up the ball gown, along with a glass of water.
“Here you go, beautiful. First, hydrate. I made sure to spike it with diuretics to speed things up. Then put the dress on and lie over there.” Selina instructed as she pointed towards a bed. It was a relatively simple mattress with leather straps at each corner of the headrest and footrest, which Vicki assumed would hold her wrists and ankles in place. Vicki did as told, making sure to drink up and almost gasped at the effects. She was far from desperate but the fact that the urge came immediately, no matter how miniscule, was still quite astounding. Then she pulled the gown over her head. It was black with white accents, as well as sleeveless and backless. It was quite cumbersome but it accentuated her beautiful figure so Vicki still wore it from time to time. Finally she lay down as Catwoman strapped her wrists and ankles in place.
“You know, it’s not fair that you pissed yourself before I got the chance to get off. I also drank a lot before our session. It’s almost embarrassing how small your bladder is, mine’s been going steady.” Selina purred as she climbed on top of Vicki. To the reporter’s surprise, she began rubbing herself around her panties which she seemed to do without difficulty despite still wearing the leather catsuit. Vicki giggled as a new idea formulated within her mind. She waited for Selina to get into the rhythm of things, then willingly voided her bladder. “Hey, what the hell?! It’s only been two minutes, your bladder is pathetic!” the thief yelled as she watched the gown get soaked and a wet spot formed on the mattress. “Not as pathetic as you.” Vicki challenged with a grin.
“Excuse me?” “You have a beautiful girl beneath you yet you choose to pleasure yourself? And why are we both clothed? It was sexy at first, but now you look ridiculous with your tits and panties exposed while your arms and legs are covered. Are you not woman enough to fuck me, Selina?” Vicki challenged. “And don’t try to pull the ‘I’m not a lesbian’ or staying loyal to Bruce excuses.” Selina stood back up and the reporter was disappointed, was this seriously the end of their game? “Technically neither of those are true. I’m bisexual, and so are you. I’ve seen you check me and Oswald out. Secondly, me and Bruce are taking a break so I can do whatever I want with whoever I damn well please. Third, it’s none of your damn business.”
With a growl, she unsheathed her claws and Vicki winced, had she not urinated earlier she would have wet herself in fear right then and there. Instead of wounds, the reporter felt her clothes shred. She opened her eyes and noticed the thief had torn off her gown, leaving her only in the soaked lavender silken panties. Meanwhile, Selina was shedding her leather catsuit and eventually stood out of it. Next she removed her heels, leaving only her cowl, clawed gloves and Hello Kitty panties on. The she climbed the bed again, this time leaning over Vicki. First, she harshly bit her neck, collarbones, breasts, and nipples, causing the reporter to genuinely cry with tears. Then the thief bit down on her sodden panties, sucking them dry of any urine and licking them. Vicki was pleasantly surprised that the other woman could pleasure her so well despite the barrier. Finally, she stood up straight and mounted Vicki, placing her knee on the reporter’s crotch while sitting on her thigh.
“Still afraid to go all the way?” “Not at all, you just haven’t earned it yet, girly.” Selina countered. “I’m going to get us both off without even having to fuck you.” “That’s impossible.” “Not with me. Just take it and moan like my bitch.” Vicki wanted to protest but the complaint was replaced with a moan as Selina gently rubbed her knee against her crotch. Meanwhile, she resumed fingering herself which was much easier now and also rode her thigh. It was a little uncomfortable at first for both women outlaws due to the gymnastics needed to pull it off, however Selina was able to get a steady tempo that had them both in ecstasy. The thief of course kept her pleasure decibel to simple sighs and gasps due to being the dominant and punisher. Meanwhile Vicki had no issue screeching and moaning. She knew she should be ashamed at being dominated while lying in her own urine, however she actually felt empowered that she was the one who convinced Catwoman into doing so. In addition, she could tell the other woman was at her limits regarding bladder and orgasm control meaning they both were enjoying it.
True to the journalist’s observation skills, Selina was finding it a little difficult to concentrate on multitasking. She wasn’t one to turn down challenges or be outdone so she opted to hold off masturbating for a bit and instead aggressively rubbed her knee until Vicki cried in ecstasy. Unfortunately she had been spent so no more urine came from her. On the plus side, Catwoman had more than enough to make up for it so she scooted up until she was kneeling over Vicki’s abdomen. Finally she reached her own orgasm and she let out a throaty moan of her own. Then she relaxed her bladder and urinated all over Vicki’s belly. Her Hello Kitty Panties prevented her torrent from hitting full force, however the liquid relief still poured down her thighs and soaking both the woman and the bed beneath her.
“You dirty whore!” Vicki screeched in indignation. It was uncomfortable enough to lie in her own urine soaked bed sheets and panties, but being bathed in another’s was crossing the line. Even if it was from the hottest woman to roam Gotham, with a sexy and athletic body rivaling even Wonder Woman. “Just be glad I didn’t have you eat my pussy and drink it all, no pun intended. Then again I drank so much liquid my piss should taste very clear and maybe even a little sweet. On the bright side you get to take a bath with me.” “Fine.” Vicki growled. Selina undid the straps and carried Vicki back to the master bath, not being bothered by her piss covered body. Then, she placed the reporter in the tub and got some hot water running.
“You relax sweetheart and take your time to think over what happened while I do laundry. Then I’ll join you and once we’re done you can leave. I already have your new identity and some money.” Vicki wanted to talk some more however the other woman disappeared. Eventually she returned, this time being completely naked. The reporter put her journalist eyes to good use and admired Selina’s hourglass body. She already showed off most of the goods, however her black bush and round ass were news. “Like what you see?” the thief teased with a coy smirk. “Such a cliche line, you already know that I do. Just get in.” Soon both women were cleansed of any urine, instead covered in bathwater and suds.
“I have a new proposition.” Vicki began. “Oh, do tell.” “I think it’s unfair you introduced me to such a world of pleasure and then plan on leaving me immediately.” “Let me stop you right there Vick.” Selina interrupted. “We’re not lovers so don’t pine over me. You were my prisoner and voluntary fuck toy.” “I’m more than aware, I just don’t see why we can’t keep that arrangement for a little while longer. There’s new things I want to try, we still haven’t gone all the way. Hell, I haven’t even done anything with your titties!” Selina chuckled.
“Yes, they are pretty impressive. Yours are too, you know. Petite girls deserve more justice.” “Look, will you consider my offer?” “Fine, but now I need to lay more ground rules. Our arrangement is strictly sexual. You catch any hint of feelings, leave before you get heartbroken. Secondly and more importantly, my stance on your criminal behavior still stands. If you do anything I don’t approve of, that bomb goes off.” “Yeah, yeah.” Vicki grumbled. “Still, you can’t really blame me. You’re probably the only partner I’ll ever find who’ll be into what I’m into.” “Yeah right. A couple days ago me and Bruce had sex while my bladder was full and he fucked me so hard I squirted and pissed. And he was injured thanks to you.” Selina pointedly explained.
“Still, if he could do that while sore and bandaged up, can’t wait to see what he comes up with next. Until then I guess we can have our own fun.” “Cheers.” Vicki sarcastically waved as she finished another glass of Chardonnay. After some time Selina heard Vicki gasp. The reporter was blushing and couldn’t look the thief in the eye. “Um, Vicki? You alright over there?” “I have to go again.” “Seriously? Damn, I didn’t know alcohol had this effect on you. So, how do you want to do this?” “What?” “Are you just going to urinate right here? I won’t mind, however we’re almost done with our bath and I’d rather not soak for too long. Oh, I got it!”
“What do you have in mind?” Vicki questioned. Selina just stepped out of the bathtub and dried herself off. “Alright, so stand up but don’t follow me.” “Um, okay?” the reporter responded with confusion as she did as instructed. She stood for a while as the thief just stared. “Wait, did you stop giving me instructions just so you could stare at my naked body while my desperation grows?” she pointedly inquired. “Bingo!” Selina replied with a thumbs up. “Still, that was just part one. Now, spread your legs a little, then spread labia apart like how I’m doing.” she demonstrated so Vicki could follow suit. “Got it, what now?” “Now just go.”
“Why am I doing this again?” “If you follow my instructions, your piss will flow in a straight stream like a guy. It will also hit the bath water and create a sound similar to using the toilet.” Vicki rolled her eyes but sighed and voided her bladder. As Selina stated, instead of pouring all over her legs it shot out in a steady trickle and splashed against the bath water, recreating the loud sound they both hoped to hear. When she was done, Selina grabbed a tissue and wiped Vicki’s genitals, causing the petite girl to moan. The curvaceous woman smirked. “Maybe you were on to something. I suppose we can try out these new activities to pass the time away.” Both women grinned at each other.
Edited November 11, 2021 by Redfield
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Hi, its been a while but here is the start of my next story. Been working on it for months but haven't found the time or motivation to write it, so im sort of forcing my hand by posting the first part to get the ball rolling whether I feel ready or not haha.
Story does / will include scenes of a sexual nature and some bladder filling through catheters later on down the line. Although I dont tend to go into graphic depictions of it.
The Company Retreat.
Chapter 1: Complications
Breathing heavily Demi continued to run, each footfall sending shockwaves through her aching body as she gasped for breath. Starting in her heel they reverberated up her long slender legs, past her toned backside and into her core. It was there that Demi could feel it, the sensation she had been waiting for all week as part of her routine. The throbbing, tingling inside her abdomen from a bladder full to capacity. She didn’t exactly know when she had first noticed the thrill and sense of sexual excitement that it brought, but now in her late twenties she had become an expert in prolonging and maximising it. Although, given living with a flatmate that she also worked with, it had been hard to find time to enjoy it lately.
But with her friend gone for the next few days she had the entire weekend to herself and was starting it out as she meant to go on. The drinks she had downed this morning and the contents of the empty water bottle in her left hand now being heavily restricted by the tight gym clothes she was wearing, the lycra navy shorts a size to small technically but doing exactly the job she wanted them to do. The fire between her legs burning much brighter than the ache from her other muscles and overriding all complaints from her bladder.
But approaching the housing estate she lived on, she couldn’t help sigh a little in relief. For the last mile she had been worrying she had overdone it in her eagerness. The extra drinks compared to when she usually did this, increasing the desperation she was feeling to a level where if she had started 20 minutes later she would have worried about being caught short.
In reality she knew she could last longer, her muscles well trained after years of playing sport and holding at each and every opportunity that came her way. But the possibility of wetting herself was all part of the fantasy swirling around her lustful and horny mind. It had been months since she had been able to enjoy it more openly, having to sneak in a hold here and there but they were never the same. Her morning run one example, but with Jessie her flatmate joining her, she limited herself to stop any outwards displays. Although, she still got the occasional comments from her friend about how much she was drinking.
Crossing the street she checked once again to see if her bottle was empty, it was just like it had been 10 minutes, 5, 2 and 30 seconds ago when she had gone to drink from it. Her eagerness not driven by thirst but longing to load up on more liquids. There was no reason to hide it today. She would make it home nice and hydrated, continue to drink and then see if she could make it through lunch. There was a new eat in Sushi restaurant in town with large windows on three sides, it seemed to always be at capacity. Something she also wanted to be when she went there later, Although, given the light pulses coming from her bladder each time her foot met the concrete, she might have to tone down the large litre bottle she had set out for her on return. After all it was the desperation and fullness she was into, she had no real wish to pee herself in public, the humiliation and shame were real and worrying consequences to her. Although, she would have been lying if the all too real consequences didn’t heighten the other more pleasurable feelings.
However, as she rounded the corner of her street she saw something strange, her housemates car was parked outside. It had been gone this morning, the company trip setting off at 7am and it was almost 8 now. Unable to sleep in excitement she had even heard Jessie leave before she got up.
Arriving at her house and testing the door handle she found it open and stepping inside she could hear rustling coming from her room.
“Jessie?” She called out, the door to her room opening and a slightly stressed woman standing there. Deep tan lines coming out of her strapless crop top that covered a rather ample set of breasts, the half Colombians body the envy of many women who wanted the sumptuous and wide hipped shape that she had. Although few knew how hard her friend had to work to maintain it.
“I thought you were…” Demi started before being cut off.
“Where have you been, you need to grab that bag I packed for you and we need to go. Jonathan had to back out of the trip because his Nan died or cat died or something, so you get to come. “ Jessie said pointing to a bag in the corner.
“Is he ok?” Demi asked, pressing her legs together for a moment
“Yeah im sure he is fine.” Jessie added dismissively cramming a coat into the already filled bag.
“O…ok, well I will just go and change.” Demi started.
“There is no time. We are already late, why didn’t you answer your phone!” Jessie continued, waving her hands around dramatically.
Opening her small running belt Demi found the dozen hydration tables she had forgotten about and her phone, which switching it on revealed 9 missed calls and several messages from Jessie. Her attention all aimed inwards and causing her to miss the gentle vibrations from her phone.
“Sorry” Demi smiled sheepishly.
“Yeah well, let go, now!” Jessie replied, grabbing Demi by the hand and pulling her out of the house without another word.
Getting in Jessie’s car Demi felt her bladder throb, but pulling the seatbelt across she reminded herself that this is what she wanted. Besides, it was just a 15 minute drive to the airport and for an international flight she would have plenty of time to pee before boarding. Although part of her wondered what take-off would feel like with a bladder full to the brim, the sudden acceleration compressing it down inside her. But as the car turned on she shook that mental image to the back of her mind, she had read one too many stories of people wetting themselves when the seat belt light doesn't turn off to actually want to try it, no matter how hot she found those she had read. Trying to distract herself she started checking through her bag packed by Jessie and was happy to see her friend had managed to get everything she could possibly need. The brunette always being the more organised of the two so it made sense she would know what to bring, even when she was in a slight panic.
“I put that bottle of water you left out in too in case you need a drink” Jessie said as the pulled onto the main road.
“Thanks” Demi smiled, not wanting to raise any questions she picked up the bottle and took a large swig from it. Carefully screwing the top back she placed it back in the bag. Although, given it was a flight she would have to get rid of it before going through security. The voice in the bag of her head telling her to just chug it now and enjoy it, but thankfully on this case her better judgement won out.
Leaning back she crossed her legs tightly, allowing herself to focus on the feeling in her bladder. The urgency she had felt was much lesser now, making her realise it was mostly all in her head anyway. The dull ache of her full bladder still causing her some discomfort, but it was the fact her weeks plan had been completely ruined that was upsetting her most. She knew that Jessie was probably just thinking it would be good for her to be at this retreat, it would let them get to know a few of the others she worked with. Despite having worked at the company for years together she never really had gotten to know any of them other than Jessie. It would also look good for any promotions she would go for in the future. She had been in this position for almost 6 years now, many people had come and gone but she had just been stuck there, some of the others referring to her as a “lifer”. Demi could think of worse things to do than marketing, but at the same time if she ever wanted to own a house she would need a better paying job.
“Right come on, they are waiting for us” Jessie said, hurriedly parking the car a few minutes later.
Looking out of the window they were not at the airport but at work. What made it worse was the mini-bus parked across from them, their boss standing with her arms folded and a glare on her face that clearly showed she wasn’t happy with them.
“I thought you said Demi would be good to go, you have been more than an hour.” Their boss started at Jessie, her cold and unnerving gaze enough to stop a charging bull.
“Im sorry, there were some complications.” Jessie said, trying to be diplomatic, heaving a bag into the back of the minibus.
“Well, I don’t care. We have a booked room this evening at the lodge that we need to get to on time. I wont have our business wasting money booking things, only for people like you two, to make us miss the appointments. Now lets go!”
Loading her bag and getting on the bus Demi grabbed a seat by the window, re-crossing her legs and placing a hand between them. It would be fine, she told herself. She had already been planning on holding it for another couple of hours, aiming to make it through lunch. She had held it plenty of times in past and hadn’t really had an accident in years. Most of her "accidents" usually just her peeing herself in the brief moments of secrecy and timed between Jessie appearing or not. Thinking about it, it wasnt since she was at uni that she had actually wet herself properly, the really memorable time was when she had found herself bursting to after holding it from Friday morning all through her lectures and even a night out with pint after pint of cider. But getting back to halls she had kept holding it on her bed, by 1am her whole body was awake with electric energy as she bounced on her heel with a hand in her pants. Alcohol lowering her inhibitions and making her tipsily push her body further and further. Only for the fire alarm to go off just at the wrong moment, her RA banging on all their doors as someone in the corridor opposite burnt their pizza.
She had been forced from her bed, bladder quivering with need to stand in the cold with all her flat mates. After 17 hours it was impossible to hide her bladder bulge or desperate antic’s, many of her housemates watching on or even laughing at the predicament. It was still one of the most embarrassing, painful and erotic moments of her life. Somehow she had survived the 30 minutes wait for the security team to arrive and confirm the building was in fact not burning down. As soon as they had said it was ok to go in she had rushed in, through to her room and slammed the door shut. Her control immediately failing before she could reach her en-suite. She had stood just inside the bathroom wetting herself and furiously masturbating to 1, 2, 3, countless orgasms as pain gave way to sheer pleasure. How many times had she thought about that night over the last few years, she missed the freedom of those more carefree and explorative years.
Feeling the engine turn on Demi couldn’t help but let out a little sigh, but embarrassingly it wasn’t in desperation. Despite the fact she was surrounded by her colleagues, it seemed the pleasure she had been building up inside herself was going nowhere, not helped by her reminiscing about that night. The gentle vibrations causing ripples in her bladder and goose bumps to form all over her body. Her subconscious doing its best to humiliate her as she went wide eyed, a familiar tingling starting to develop inside her. She was now stuck on a bus for who knows how long and without access to a bathroom, one of her ultimate fantasies. She would never have designed it this way, but that didn’t stop her head feeling a little lighter headed than normal. Swallowing deeply and feeling her nipples hardening against the tight fabric of her sports bra she tried to focus on something else, anything else!
“Alright ladies” Her boss said standing up at the front.
Thank goodness…Demi thought.
“So we have to be in Bern (Switzerland) by 6pm and thanks to our tardy colleagues here.” She said indicating to them both, “we are running over an hour late. To fix this we are going to have to cut out a number of our stops on the way there. We had scheduled 5, each around 15 minutes.” She continued, pulling out a large itinerary of everything they were supposed to be doing. “But in light of the delay this morning I’m afraid we are only going to be able to make one stop.”
“But what abut...comfort breaks?” Sally brought up, the small petite woman known for two things, her love of hamsters and frequent toilet breaks at the office. Even at work functions she would usually be the one asking around to see if anyone else needed to go. A strange need to socialise when peeing, or perhaps to make her fell less like she was the only one who needed too.
“We are all grown women, you just have to hold it. Its only a few hours and we will stop in France.” Their boss continued before taking the drivers seat at the front. Starting to pull out of the large car park and heading off for the corporate retreat, Demi couldn't believe what she had just heard.
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Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this new story.
Then next couple of chapters are more or less written so should be out relatively soon.
If you have any thoughts or comments I would love to hear them! |
Chapter 2: A key mistake
Soon lunchtime had come and gone, the goal Demi had set herself for holding passing by like one of the many small French towns the other side of the window. The ache in her bladder increasing terribly as each hour passed and despite her best efforts she couldn’t help but fidget in her seat. Luckily she wasn’t the only one.
Approaching 1pm they had been on the bus for over 4 hours, and it was clear that many of the women on the bus were feeling a similar sensation to her. The general chatter had died down and although no one seemed on the brink of losing it, Demi found herself surrounded by crossed legs. An impromptu holding contest had sprung up, not that any of the others were pleased about it. But after years of watching videos of desperate men and women online, she had gotten good at gauging the severity of someone’s desperation.
“Lena?” A voice asked ahead of her.
“Yes Sally?” Their boss replied from the drivers seat.
“I need to use a bathroom, do you know when the next stop is?” Sally asked, Demi noticing a number of peoples attentions turning to the question and its to be answer.
“Well the stop is in about 5 minutes. But since we have actually made good time, we should be able to get a bit longer so lets say 20 minutes and I want us back on the bus.”
“Ok” Sally said softly, her legs bouncing up and down in her seat as she clearly struggled to keep her composure. The quiet anguished acceptance causing Demi’s heart to flutter slightly, the situation and building tension doing nothing for the other fire burning inside her body. Crossing her legs she allowed herself to gently squeeze and release her thighs, applying just the smallest amount of pleasurable pressure where she needed it most. Her muscles still feeling strong and in control, despite the pressure and discomfort she was experiencing from her bladder.
But It wasn’t just Sally, looking away she tried to calm herself again, but now everywhere she turned she could see the signs of desperation usually reserved for her late nights. Sally was the worst, a couple of others Becca and Maggie showing similar signs but less pronounced. Embarrassingly Demi was sure the others would likely take her current squirming to mean she was in the same situation; little did they know. She couldn’t see her boss Lena at the front, but given her calm demeanour and conversation about the wait she was probably doing fine. Opposite Demi, the buxom Jessie was doing just fine, as was the ruby red head India. Although her face was a little red and even from a few rows back she could make out the subtle clenching and releasing of legs muscles. But despite the discomfort It seemed they were all going to make it. It was also only now that she realised by filling in, all the women from the department had come on this trip. The three male employees of their small marketing team left behind and making it a lady’s retreat, although she doubted that their boss would let them enjoy themselves too much.
Squeezing her legs together again a few minutes later Demi was relieved to hear the indicator of the minibus activate as they pulled off the highway and towards a services. Her bladder beginning to pulse lightly as if it knew she was close to relief.
“Oh thank god, not a moment to soon” Jessie said, peering across from her row opposite despite her calmness it seemed even she needed to go. The group making the most of the half empty vehicle to spread out, many having a nap but all seemingly awake and looking eagerly towards their stop.
“Alright ladies, 20 minutes and I want you back on and ready to go. We really cant be late.” Lena said sternly a few minutes later as they slowed to a stop.
“Oh god” Sally groaned as she stood, urgently flinging the seatbelt off and rushing off in the direction of the toilets without so much as a second glance to the others. Her legs twisting and pressing against each other awkwardly as she walked or more waddled quickly.
“I guess she really had to go” Jessie joked, but Sally wasn’t the only one as soon everyone followed suit. The last 5 hours making them all suitably desperate and taking longer than many of them would have liked.
Stepping off the bus Demi took a moment to stretch her legs, pushing her elbows together behind her back to work out a kink she couldn’t help but groan softly as the manoeuvre pressed her bladder against her tight clothing even more. The tight waistband of her workout clothes digging in and sending a painful cramp through her abdomen.
Breathing deeply she allowed herself to squeeze between her legs for a moment as she fought off the spike of urgency. The pain slowly abating but the heavy ache of her full bladder causing her some considerable discomfort still. The lead weight inside her pulling at her muscles and nerves relentlessly for the last few hours. Now at around 1pm she had made it to her target and despite the thrill of the hold she was more than looking forward to releasing the vast quantity of urine held inside her. Focusing on it for one last time she allowed herself to drift off and enjoy the tingling sensations that accompanied the discomfort. The strange sense of excitement and alluring nature of the fight between mind and body making her shiver slightly as her hand pressed into her crotch again.
“Demi” a voice behind her called.
“Yes Lena?” She replied, whipping her hand away as she turned to meet her boss. The sudden movement and twist causing new and sharper ripples to flow through her body.
“Since you are a fill in and were late this morning, I need to go over some of the meeting agenda for the conference” Lena continued, ignoring or not noticing the look on Demi’s face, unpacking a small folder and placing it on a large bollard next to where they had parked.
Demi didn’t have time for this, but stepping closer she put one leg behind the other and crossed them tightly, attempting not to bob up and down or fidget in desperation. Her boss wasn’t one for childish antics and she got the feeling Lena was already a little annoyed by her.
“Ok, so the clients are Muller Medical and we are doing the full suite of advertising for them.”
Nodding Demi hoped if she just agreed with everything the boss said she could rush off sooner rather than later.
“They are a medical industry equipment provider in Europe, direct to hospitals. However, they have just partnered with an American company and are hoping to move into the private healthcare sector. As such, we need to go through all of their products and create marketing materials for each and every one of them. Now given that we are not medical experts they arranged this little get away conference so that we can spit ball some ideas and talk to their experts. So, the basic presentation we are going to give tomorrow is just a summary of our work in the past and other campaigns. For example, I’ve picked a lot of your teams work for the Jacobs product line. But don’t worry too much about that, we will have a practice run through it all when we arrive.”
Still nodding she peered over the folder she saw the faintest look of acknowledgements from her boss that she was happy with how Demi was listening. Despite a part of her brain longing to wrap this up as quickly as possible.
“But for now, I would like you to go through this and see if you can organise some of these products into categories for the types of campaigns we would run for them. They sent them over in production grouping to make it easier for us…but most of it doesn’t make sense for us.” Lena said, handing over the heavy binder. “There are a bunch of sample products in the bus too you might like to look through”
“Certainly” Demi smiled, grabbing the binder. Pausing for a moment she waited for her boss to continue, before realising that the conversation was over and without giving her a second to change her mind she turned back into the minibus, walking to her seat she carefully placed the folder on the seat next to her. Seeing her half drunk bottle she uncapped it and took a quick swig from it. Her bladder protesting, but having not drunk anything over the last hour or so to protect it, her mouth was extremely dry. Swilling it around in her mouth for a couple of seconds she swallowed, feeling the liquid flow down her throat and a slight waiver of discomfort coming from her bladder. But that wouldn’t matter soon.
Stepping off the bus again she sighed in relief, taking a deep breath and despite the aching fullness in her abdomen and discomfort it was causing she felt strangely relaxed. Now on her own she didn’t have to worry about the pretence of not acting desperately and was free to gently press her crotch. The faint tingling returning although now dwarfed by the discomfort it was still enjoyable to think about what had happened over the last 6 hours. It seemed an age since she had tanked up on fluids this morning, somehow holding it through her run and even a five-hour drive. She had beaten her target of lunch time and putting a hand on her bloated bladder she was strangely proud of herself. Unable to stop herself she gave it a gentle press, the allure of the consequences and knowing she shouldn’t do it getting the better of her. But feeling a sharp pulse from it, her knees threatened to give way as she moaned softly. The location she had pressed now throbbing and sending more ripples of pain and pleasure around her body.
Returning her hand between her legs she shored up the muscles that she had just abused, deciding that perhaps now was the best time to go before she actually lost control. Her aching muscles still feeling strong and in control, but being tested by the volume of liquid she was asking them to keep inside her. However, as she enjoyed the momentary relief of being alone she realised something, she was alone…and didn’t have the key to the minivan.
Looking through the door she could see her friends bags and belongings still on their seats, expensive phones laptops and music playing devices that she knew she couldn’t just leave. Sighing in frustration Demi slid the door closed, moving over to the small patch of grass and beginning to pace around. Conscious of the buses and cars arriving in the near distance and meaning that any one of them could come over and join them. Part of her wanted to just squat right here, but she would have hated to think what her boss would do if she saw never mind the passing strangers.
Pacing around that small patch of grass Demi cursed her boss and work colleagues in her head for the next 15 minutes. She could have sworn several of the cars she had seen going in had come out since they had been in there. What could possibly be keeping them so long, don’t they realise I have to pee, she thought to herself. Spotting a rock on the grass she swung her foot at it, only to groan in pain as the small pebble on the surface turned out to be a much larger buried rock.
“Fuck me!” Demi shouted, bending over and cradling her bladder as pain seemed to flow between her foot and the bloated organ inside her. The right foot now welling up with a warm pain not dissimilar to how other parts of her felt. “Where the fuck are they” she whispered to herself as she folded her arms across her stomach, her bladder now bulging far enough out she could almost rest her arms on it. Her normally flat stomach pushing out further than she could ever remember…well maybe other than the time she had gone a little overboard at an all you can eat Korean Barbecue. But as far as holds went, this was quickly moving to the top of the list.
Thankfully a minute later she noticed the gaggle of her co-workers walking towards her. Assuming on one would steal anything in the time it took them to get there she started towards them, her gate awkward as she walked on stiff legs.
“Hey, boss got us all a coffee” Jessie said, holding out a trey of four cups towards her. But the last thing on her mind was more liquid. “Just…popping to the loo” Demi said hastily as she shuffled passed the group.
“You only have like 5 minutes” Jessie replied.
Nodding as politely as she could, Demi couldn’t help but think whose fault that was as she continued her dash around the back of the building. But approaching the toilets she could have wept, a long line of over 25 women were stood ahead of her. Tapping their toes and some with stern expressions on their face, it seemed she wasn’t the only one in need of relief. How could this be happening to her!
Biting her nails Demi grunted in discontent as she pressed her legs together tightly while her bladder throbbed in anger at what she was realising, she would have to keep holding it. The very thought sending painful waves of desperation shooting through her body. Looking to the right she thought about rushing into the men’s, but there was an equally long but faster moving line. A tour coach having just arrived and beaten her too it.
Why was the universe punishing her, she had only wanted a little fun in her own privacy not this! The stars and her own ego aligning and creating this terrible situation that had now gone well past her expectations and limits for fun. She hadn’t even wanted to come on this trip and now she was suffering for helping them out and coming at the last moment.
The door to the toilets opened and out came India, the slight woman appearing a little sheepishly, her skin flushed and sweaty with a strange look on her face as she avoided making eye contact. The short woman clearly feeling the effects of having to hold her bladder for the last 5 hours, although part of Demi wondered if she had made it completely dry by the strange look she had on her face. A thought that would usually have excited her, but now all she could do was wish that she had been next in line. The fidgeting woman smiling and pushing into the only available stall.
“Oh…” India said, looking up and realising it was Demi “Were you waiting for me?”
“No, I was” Demi gestured to the line, standing upright and doing her best not to fidget in front of her co-worker.
“Oh…OH” India said with a look of realisation before looking away. “So are you, I mean with the” India stammered.
“Yeah, I will be fine. I barely need to go” Demi waved it off lying. Could she make it 4 hours to the hotel, or maybe she could convince her boss to stop somewhere.
Walking back to the bus Demi did her best to control herself, trying to appear normal although the subtle glances from India suggested she was doing a bad job of that.
“Are we all ready to go?” Lena asked as they gathered around the bus, many of the others sipping on their small coffee’s. The boss’s generosity clearly limited but that might turn out to be a good thing with no more bathroom breaks until they arrived.
“Here” Jessie said, handing Demi and India a pair of coffee’s.
Pausing for a moment Demi met India’s gaze as they both seemed to pause, wondering if it was a good idea. But with Jessie stood expectantly they both gave in and accepted the drink. After all they didn’t have to drink it.
Sitting down in her chair, Demi couldn’t help but let out a gentle sigh, her bladder tensing and throbbing inside her. It was clearly angry about its current predicament and was making sure she knew. But with no other options she just had to cross her legs and hold it. She did this stuff all the time she reminded herself, she could totally do this. After all her breakfast and water from the run must have already gone through her, so surely it wouldn’t be getting any worse if she didn’t drink anything. But looking down at the coffee she realised that she would probably and should probably drink it, otherwise her boss might get a little annoyed. On the plus side its small volume surely wouldn’t have made a dent on her empty bladder so it wouldn’t have too much of an impact on her full one...right?
Taking her first sip she felt her bladder complain again, but with her toned thighs gently rubbing against each other Demi tried pushing all thoughts of peeing to the back of her mind. The bus pulling back out of the services and onto the road, she was once again trapped with a full bladder and 4 hours until her next stop. Placing her hands on her bloated abdomen she was amazed to feel how full it was, she was really pushing her limits. But despite that, Demi still felt strangely confident, or maybe intrigued to see how far she could really push her body. That time at university was the last time she had really lost control, she had been about to pee almost an hour before the alarm, but the situation had pushed her further than she could remember. The only thing that made her break was returning to her room and being able to pee. Since then her control had gotten so much better after years of experimenting, and she hadn’t drunk nearly as much as that day yet. Maybe she really didn't know her limits, how far could she push it if she never got that chance to pee?
Looking down at her coffee Demi bit her lip for a moment before raising it to her mouth and taking another mouthful, she would be fine.
Grabbing the folder on the seat next to her she began to flip through it. Scrounging some post it notes from Becca ahead of her, she began creating a key word list for each product and device. That way when they go there they could all start grouping them as their boss had asked. Perhaps if she finished it early enough, should could regain some good will with Lena, maybe even enough for a rest stop.
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I hope you all enjoyed part 2, but of a slow start but I hope enough tension to keep people interested.
Thank you for all the kind comments so far!
Those were both shorter parts so it was easy to get them out so soon one after another. Might be a few more days before the next one. |
Chapter 3: Snowfall
Four hours later the binder was now laying on the seat next to her, the labelling unfinished, Demi struggling to concentrate on anything but the increasing pressure in her bladder as the bus started the climb through the mountains. The confidence that she had felt when they left the services had been steadily eroding with each hour that passed. Her bladder filling and her discomfort increasing more than anticipated, but still less than she had feared. Even so she was beginning to worry about making it if there was any sort of delay, her little game had gone on far enough. Feeling another wave of desperation she raised her heels pressing her toes into the vibrating metal beneath her and clenching her thighs tightly around each other as they rhythmically bobbed on the spot. The throbbing dull ache in her abdomen causing her some trouble, but checking her phone she was relieved to see they were almost there. She had asked for the name and put it into her phone an hour ago, but not only for herself.
Once again she was aware of the desperate antics of her colleagues, the coffee seemingly enough to cause a number of them some serious issues. The general chit chat stopping and replaced with semi-urgent sighs and noises. Everyone with the exception of India seemed to be sitting with their legs crossed, most trying to read something but their unmoving eyes telling Demi they were too distracted or concentrating on something else. A fact that made watching them and stealing glances a lot easier, although she couldn't help but feel guilty for finding some enjoyment from their discomfort.
India for her part had her legs squeezed together, a hand firmly resting in her crotch, a faint hue of sweat gathering on her hairline as her brow furrowed occasionally as she flinched in her seat. The woman was clearly feeling her full bladder, although she was probably in a tie for the number of strange noises with Sally. Sat a couple of rows ahead the brunettes’ legs seemed to be double crossed, bounding up and down even quicker than her own as they drove. Her rigid posture and closed eyes a clear sign of the short woman's discomfort. Demi wondered how she could survive if the small coffee they had all gotten was enough to cause this level of discomfort in just a few hours, not that she could blame her for it.
Feeling the bus hit a large pothole Demi winced as she looked around the bus, her left hand pushing into her crotch. India seemingly feeling the impact severely since she was sat above the wheel arch, her eyes shooting open and her torso quivering as she moaned out loud. A similar groan escaping from many of the others, the loudest squeak unsurprisingly coming from Sally near the front.
I wonder if she is still dry... Demi thought for a second before shaking her head, trying to remove the lude thoughts from her mind. Why was she like this she thought, they were her colleagues and she had never even considered thinking anything like this in the past. The days events and build up from the week in expectation of her own private games clearly warping her mind as she remained unsatisfied.
“Sorry about that” Lena said, herself sounding unphased.
“Are we almost there?” Sally said quietly, her legs wrapping themselves around each other even tighter.
“Yes, I think its just up this road here” Lena responded, turning sharply and causing another chorus of groans to fill the bus as the contents of the women’s bladders sloshed around inside them.
Gripping herself tightly Demi was amazed at her own abilities to hold, checking out the other women all looking far more desperate but all having pee’d several times since she had. It was only then that she realised what she had done, checking her watch it had been almost 20 hours since her last bathroom visit. She had held it this morning to maximise her fun, but now as she squirmed in her seat it had been almost an entire day. 20 hours! She thought to herself, she really had outdone herself, all goals and expectations surpassed and by some margin. What was her bladder capable of?
“We are here” Lena said as the bus slowed to a holt in front of the ski lodge, several sighs of relief sounding around the bus.
“Oh thank god” Sally said in a repeat of their earlier and single break in the last 9 hours.
Despite her self praise Demi could definitely use a bathroom right about now. The game she had played was pushing her body quite far and despite surviving at least 8 hours longer than she had planned, the discomfort she was feeling was outweighing any fun she may have been planning. The heavy weight of pee sitting inside her felt like a bowling ball, pressing down on her muscles as she tried to control them in front of her colleagues and boss. Her clothes pushed outwards several centimetres by her bloated organ.
Stepping off the bus Demi was surprised at the warmth she felt, the mornings snow still piled up at the side of the car park, but it was no where near freezing. Grabbing her bag she noticed Sally almost dragging her bag ahead of her, unable to stand upright without loosing control of her bladder. The petite 5 foot woman clearly in serious trouble, but thankfully it seemed they had arrived.
“Hold up guys, I need you to take this stuff to the meeting room!” Lena shouted behind them.
“I just need to visit the ladies!” Sally squeaked back again without stopping, but their boss was seemingly not in a kind mood.
“We cant just leave the clients goods in the bus, it will be much faster if you all just grab a box each and carry them over”
Turning around Demi could tell that it wasn’t a suggestion, Jessie rolling her eyes at her as she too joined in. Each of the women grabbing a box of supplies and uncomfortably heaving them into the air as their bladders strained. Despite the shorter time between bathroom trips, it seemed the coffee had worked her colleagues’ bladders overtime and they were suffering from their bosses generosity. In fact, Lena seemed to be the only one that didn’t seem to need a bathroom break.
“Right you guys take those over” Lena said indicating to a small lodge building to the side of the main hotel. “Code is 2222. I will go and sign us in and join you shortly.”
A loud scraping noise interrupted them as they looked over to see Sally hastily dragging a small plastic box behind her as she hurried towards the lodge with her legs pressed awkwardly together.
“Sally!” Lena called after her.
“Im sorry, I just really need to use the bathroom” She curtsied slightly in discomfort.
“What if the clients are already here and saw you doing that with the supplies they had given us?”
“I…im sorry, please I just….” Sally pleaded
“Well, if you did things properly then you might have been done already and I wouldn’t have had to interrupt you.” Their boss chastised her before shaking her had and dismissing Sally who with a loud groan and bowing legs picked up the plastic container. Now shambling slowly towards the door of the lodge.
“Put them all in the meeting room please” Lena finished as she left them too it.
Punching in the code Jessie swung the door open for the others, sally resorting to dragging the container again now their boss was out of sight.
“I am literally going to pee my pants!” She admitted as they moved the crates into the fancy meeting room. The one story wood lodge extremely modern looking from the inside, even containing half a kitchen and full bar.
“I am about 2 minutes behind you” Becca said, before leaning over and whispering “Im not even sure my underwear is still dry after the pothole.” Giggling slightly despite the seriousness of her predicament.
Only India and Jessie seemed to be largely un effected by the lack of toilets, the red head clearly feeling better now she was out of the bus and walking around. Now that the toilets were so close it seemed that even for Demi the anxiousness of not knowing when she could pee had abated her need somewhat.
“Where do we put these?” Jessie asked as they gathered in the room, many of them squirming subtly in place and trying to play it off as trying to get warm.
“I don’t care, lets just put them here.” Sally said, letting go of the box inside the conference looking room near the centre. Shrugging the others joined in, placing or in some cases slinging the containers on or under the large glass table.
“Ok, I cant hold this any longer. Someone point me towards the toilet or im going out and peeing in the snow” Sally continued, her short legs bounding together as she looked around.
“I cant see any?” Becca replied as they looked around and Demi could see they were right, it seemed this lodge didn’t go as far as any plumbing, even the kitchen didn’t have any conventional taps or sinks, just a large emersion heater tank.
“They have got to have one in the lobby” Demi suggested, the group starting towards the door, only for it to swing open.
“Where do you think you are going?” Lena asked as she entered.
“I need the bathroom” Sally said, marching on the spot.
“And you were all just going to leave all the equipment here?”
“We were going to take it in turns” Sally lied, not caring what she had to do to get out of here and into a bathroom.
“So, that’s why you were all walking towards the door?” Lena replied raising an eyebrow.
“The door has a code, we thought it would be safe.” Jessie countered, getting a set of nods from the others.
“Fine, but one of you should stay here just in case. But now I need you to give me all your passports, apparently they need them to check you all in.”
“Can’t we do it in like 2 minutes” Sally replied.
Sighing Lena shook her head, clearly disappointed. “You know, you should all be able to control yourself better than this. This is not the kind of behaviour that I expect from….”
Lena's comment was cut off as the ground began to shake, the fake glass chandelier above them rocking back and forth as the women grabbed onto the table or walls for balance.
“Is it an earthquake?” Jessie shouted above the rumble of the ground. But moments later they watched as the windows and doors were suddenly blacked out. The lights inside flickering and leaving them in intermittent pitch black. A thundering noise enveloping the building which seemed to creak and strain from the impact. But a few moments later, as the lights came back on it seemed whatever was happening had stopped, the group taking a moment to breath in relief.
“Was that an avalanche?” Maggie asked
“No no no” Sally repeated, going over to the blocked door and trying to open it. But the push door wouldn’t move a millimetre despite the light on the key pad flashing green. “What about the windows she asked desperately?”
Going over to the few small windows that were three quarters of the way up the wall, Demi ignored the displeased look from her boss as she climbed on a chair. “I…these windows don’t open and they look pretty packed in too.
“This cant be happening!” Sally moaned, putting both hands between her pretzeled legs..
“Listen here, im sure it will all be fine. It cant be the first time this has happened, it’s a ski resort. So why don’t we just take a breath and I will go and call the reception. In the meantime, why don’t you start setting up the presentation since it seems we may be stuck here for a couple of hours.” Lena said, almost as if she had been in this situation before. Their unflappable boss truly displaying that characteristic, if she had been even 10 seconds later walking over she could have been caught in that rush of snow and yet she really didn't seem to care about what could have been.
As Lena turned to walk away, a quiet whimper escaped sally as her bladders refuge was cut off.
“Maybe it will help take our minds off it” Jessie suggested, bur none of the others seemed particularly enthused by the idea. Even those who were not as desperate as Sally would likely struggle to wait too long if no one came to rescue them. On the plus side at least the lobby was only about 100M away, surely anyone there could help dig out enough to get to them and let them into the main building. If it came to it, she could just smash the door and do it themselves and say it was broken by the avalanche.
Attaching the laptop to the projector it seemed something wasn’t working. The lights not turning on and switches seemingly not powered.
“I think we might have a problem” Demi said as she repeatedly pressed the on button, the others looking up at her with a mixture of relief and annoyance.
“Yeah its not just that switch, I think they are all out” Maggie added, holding up her phone as if signalling the charger she had plugged in was not working.
“Maybe a fuse went or something?” Jessie asked, her legs squeezing noticeably closer together than they had been on the bus.
“Who wants to bet it on the outside of the building” India Joked.
“Ooh” Sally groaned again, “I really am about to wet myself here.”
“Look there is Lena, maybe she has some good news?” Demi pointed out as their boss came over to poke her head in.
“Bad news guys, looks like we might be here for the long run. Seems it was a pretty big one, the rescue teams are on the way but are prioritizing skiers and people that might be hurt at the bottom of the slops. They said that since we are all ok, the best they can do is probably tomorrow morning when the sun comes up.
“Tomorrow!” Becca and Maggie said simultaneously.
“Yeah, but the heating still works and some good news, they say that because of the inconvenience we have free reign on the fridge and bar supplies.”
“I..I cant hold it that long, I need to peeeeee” Sally whimpered.
“I don’t think any of us can” Becca admitted.
“I am going to wet myself any minute now” Sally continued
“You will not pee yourself!, I will not have any of my employees disgracing the name of my company with such a childish act. This company was built by strong independent women and I only employ strong independent women.” Lena said, firmly pointing a finger at Sally.
“But its been so long, I ca…”
“No, there is no excuse for this kind of behaviour. If you cant hold yourself to the levels the company demands of you then I will have no excuse but to let you go.” Lena finished, now standing firmly in the doorway.
“You cant fire us for needing to pee!” Jessie countered.
“No, But I can fire you for not managing to behave appropriately and disgracing the name of the company. If you remember, you are all on the clock right now!” she said tapping her watch. “You are all being paid for this weekend, all of it. As such, you are expected to represent the company at all times. So there are no excuses.”
“But…”Sally tried weakly.
“What did I just say.... Since you are struggling to understand me, ill rephrase it. Any woman who loses control of themselves will no longer work at this company.”
Silence filled the room, the others barely able to believe what they were hearing, how could someone expect them to hold their pee as part of their job. They all knew Lena was a task master but seriously, this was mad even for her.
“ I am going to make the most of my phones battery and go and call the home office and see what I can do. No point wasting valuable time.” Their boss finished, turning and walking towards one of the small areas, her phone apparently still able to get signal.
“She cant be serious can she?” Jessie asked, the air of disbelief still in the room.
“I was serious, im about to pee myself.” Sally said, both hands squeezed deeply into her crotch.
“It cant be legal, to fire us for it?” Demi said quietly, her own bladder tensing up and threatening to implode from the demand she might be putting on it. She had been on the edge 8 hours ago and had walked a tightrope of control since.
“Well, even if its not. I wouldn’t want to be the one known suing her for being the woman fired for peeing herself. I mean, I can only imagine what the tabloids would do with that.” Jessie commented.
Once again silence filled the room as they took in the new commands against their body.
“There has to be a way of peeing without her noticing” Demi suggested in a hushed tone.
“Maybe there are some bottles in the fridge, then we can pee in them and just hide them in our bags or something.” India suggested, the first thing she had said in a while, her face now red and stance more awkward that it had been a minute earlier.
“Anything, even if its just till we come up with a better idea!” Sally said urgently.
Opening the fridge’s Becca and Maggie showed they were not going to get lucky this time. The shelves filled with what looked like “Eco” cartons of drink, even the wine and whisky was in weird pouches that once opened would be completely unusable for them to pee into.
Checking the bar itself Demi was Frustrated to see that while it lacked any sort of real plumbing, there were a row of taps for ale and beer that seemed to operate just fine.
“What about a cup?” She said holding one up
“There is nowhere to pour them out and we cant just leave a dozen cups of pee around the place, no way Lena doesn’t notice.” Jessie countered.
“Oh god” Sally uttered as she staggered a couple of steps towards the table, her hand reaching out and pressing against it as she twisted herself in desperate knots.
“Wait, what about the stuff?” Demi said, pointing towards the tubs they had carried in.
“What about them?” Jessie asked confused.
“They have stuff in from the company and they make medical devices, maybe they have some bags or pots or something to pee in” Demi said, grunting as she fell to her knees too quickly next to the boxes, her bulging bladder sloshing and complaining violently. Painful spasms caused by the shock flowing out from her bloated midsection for a few seconds before thankfully calming down again. While she may have been looking for something to help Sally, she was also hoping to find a solution for her own predicament. She had lasted 20 hours but there was absolutely no way she could last until the morning or even later if no one arrived to help them.
“I cant see anything” Jessie replied, the others grabbing a box each and looking through them.
“What are we even looking for?” India asked
“Something we can pee into without it smelling spilling or being obvious to Lena” Demi replied.
“So like a portable toilet thing?” Becca asked
“Hell, I’d seriously take a diaper at this point” Sally replied, her legs shaking violently as she continued to grip her crotch.
“Ew gross” Maggie replied, turning her nose up at the idea.
“More gross than me wetting myself right here, which im literally about to do” Sally squeaked.
“Weirdly, yes” Maggie replied, some of the others looking at her confused for a moment before continuing to dig through the treasure trove of medical devices.
“What about these” Maggie said a moment later holding up a series of silicone test tube looking things.
“Too small, now way I don’t make a mess” Sally said, urging them to find something else.
“Plus, I think we would need about a thousand for all of us to be able to pee into them.” Jessie countered before Becca made a strange noise.
“I…well we have this” Becca said holding up a long clear plastic tube.
“What is it?” Demi asked confused by her friend’s interest.
“It’s one of their new catheters. Its designed to go into their new med station things, makes it easier to handle waste and saves busy nurses a job they don’t want to do anyway” Becca explained, clearly having read the folder Demi was supposed to have made her way through on the journey.
“Do we have one?” Demi asked excitedly
“I…no, they are pretty big so wouldn’t fit in one of these boxes.” Becca responded, her facial expression changing slightly as she clearly considered what she was about to say next.
“But it could buy us some time” She said, looking strangely apologetic about what she had just said,
“What do you mean buy us some time, we still don’t have anything to pee into.” Jessie countered, still flicking through her box in the hope something would come up.
“I mean, we all have bladders…some bigger than others” Becca said slowly, nodding as if they were supposed to fill in the blanks.
She couldn’t really mean it right, Demi thought to herself. It had to just be her perverse mind playing tricks on her, there is no way that the others would think that.
“Look, im about to pee myself can you quit it with the riddles” Sally squeaked, the short woman doubled over in discomfort still wedging her hands between her trembling thighs.
“I mean why don’t we ‘reallocate’ some of the groups room to each other”
“I still don’t get what you mean?” Jessie said, clearly not getting it.
“She means we pee into each other” India said bluntly “Which is…Crazy” She continued, blushing as the words came out of her mouth.
“You can’t be serious” Jessie replied.
“Is it even safe?” Sally asked, her desperate mind clearly contemplating it.
“Why wouldn’t it be. Look, I know its crazy but im not going to lie I really need to pee too and I don’t know how much longer I will be able to hold it. Half an Hour, an Hour Max, the Coffee went straight through me and it wants out. I cant hold it till tomorrow...but we don’t need to, we only need to make it long enough for Lena to also need to pee. Then she will realise that holding it till tomorrow is impossible and let us pee somewhere.”
“What does that have to do with peeing into each other?” Jessie asked
“Well If we can give it to the people with the best chance of holding it the longest, then we have the best chance right. Plus… at least one of us here is known for never needing to pee at work” She paused, looking at Demi and causing a cold shiver to run down the sporty brunette’s spine.
Realising where this was going, a sense of foreboding excitement ran through her body, the prospect of being pumped full of other desperate women’s pee a concept she hadn’t even thought of but was uncomfortably enticing. Her bladders capabilities giving her somewhat of a position of power over them, able to make them wait as long as she wanted them too, to watch them squirm until they were begging her to let them pee into her.
Pressing her thighs together a raspy breath escaped between Demi’s pursed lips as she felt herself getting dangerously worked up, closing her eyes she twitched slightly as an erotically charged pulse seem to shoot upwards and make her light headed despite her best efforts to ignore her body. Wait, what did she mean, known for not peeing? Were the others watching her, paying attention to her bathroom habits? The thought of everyone in her office watching her after a long day of work, squirming in her chair and taking bets on whether she would make it. Their hungry gazes fixated on her, typing away the last email of the day, then another, and another until she couldn’t hold back any more. She’d had those dreams in the past but it turned out it was almost true.
But what followed those thoughts soon brought her back to earth, a pulse of desperation from her already maxed out bladder. There was no way, as much as she wanted to, that she would be able to hold all their pee with what was already inside her.
“I…..” Demi paused, how was she going to explain this. What could she possibly say to explain this, it seemed they knew her proclivity for not peeing and all they had seen her drink today was a single coffee and a water bottle. Nowhere near her usual amount. It wasn't like she could tell them that she hadn’t been to the toilet since yesterday evening, how she had been looking forward to her morning run with a full bladder all week, or about the extra litre she had drunk before bed despite already feeling a need to pee. Water that combined with her coffee and fruit juice at breakfast was now pounding against the walls of her bladder unlike anything she had felt for a long time.
Feeling her face heat up she could tell how bright red she was becoming, but as thoughts of every thing she had done raced through her mind her suddenly dry mouth just hung open unable to say anything at all.
“Sorry, I know it’s a bit weird” Becca said, looking down. Taking the blushing Demi for someone embarrassed by the suggestion or talk of her bladder.
“Please, at least a little bit for me” Sally squeaked as she pivoted hard on the spot. “Anyone?” she pleaded quietly to the room.
“Come on Demi, we have never seen you need to pee.” Jessie added, a slightly strange addition from her housemate who she knew for sure had seen her desperate, but maybe she was better at hiding it than she thought.”
“Yeah even on that company picnic last year, it was like 8 hours and you didn’t leave once to use the bathroom.” India added.
“See, I bet you don’t even need to pee now” Jessie said, the others getting increasingly excited by the idea of a way out.
“I do need to pee a bit” Demi lied, her heart fluttering at the understatement of the month. She had never spoken so openly about this to anyone and now people were demanding she talk to them about her ability to hold, the size of her bladder and her peeing habits.
“See its been like 10 hours and you only need to pee a little bit, you will be fine!” Becca said enthusiastically.
Demi could feel the room turning against her, not that she was putting up much of a fight. She knew she should say no, her bladder was already full…or was it. The quiet voice in the back of her mind was shoving its way forwards again, teasing her, telling her to go further, she wasn’t really at her limits after all.
“Ok fine, but just enough to out hold Lena” Wait…had that come out of her mouth? Demi had surprised herself, not so reluctantly agreeing to Becca’s strange plan. But feeling the butterflies in her chest and lower down, she was doing her best not to be overcome by another sensation as the others grouped around her and Sally, were they going to watch?
As Becca handed her the device she waved a hand dismissively at the others for some privacy, even with her secret exhibitionist nature she would never really do anything like that especially with work colleagues.
Quickly reading the pamphlet she managed to get things connected on her end, looking up to see the lock jawed Sally squirming on the spot.
“So how does it…” But Demi was cut off as Sallys shoulders sagged, her movements slowing and moments later a strange heat began filling Demi’s abdomen. Her already full and bloated bladder stretching more as the contents of Sally’s bladder fired its way across into hers. The poor woman clearly close to her limit, twitching in the release of her pee.
Grunting Demi’s hands fanned out across her distended bladder, feeling its contents swirling and churning with the new additional liquid. Each second that passed causing spasms to fly through her abdomen, her breath catching in her throat as the unusual sensations continued.
“Oooo” Demi whimpered softly, a painful cramp causing her to double over and groan. She knew she could have held back the noise but she hoped it would signal to Sally to stop, not wanting to ask her to do it too soon for the weak bladdered woman to make it. But at the same time feeling her body reaching its limits rather quickly.
Despite this, the seconds continued to pass and so did the liquid from the tiny woman. Demi’s bladder continuing to inflate like a balloon inside her, her muscles clenching instinctively to try and slow the flow. But still, she didn’t say anything, biting her lip she watched the liquid flow through the tube in an almost morbid fascination. Finally Sally ran dry, the “little bit” to help her hold clearly turning out to be her entire bladders worth.
“Oh god, I am so sorry.” Sally stammered, looking up at Demi.
For her part she was breathless, sweaty and her entire body was tingling in excitement, nervousness, pain and pleasure. Truly it was something new, unlike anything she had felt, her body doing something completely foreign to her and she wasn’t sure if it was the worst or greatest feeling of her life.
“I… its ok” Demi said hoarsely as she flinched from a strong spasm, her hand resting on her enlarged bladder that was now pressing even tighter against her athletic ware. The elastic waist cutting into her abdomen but struggling to cover up the bulge entirely.
“Ok me next!” Becca announced, the group clearly having watched them from around the corner of the room. Its large glass partitions not really offering any cover for them.
“Wait what?” Demi asked, raising an eyebrow.
“C’mon C’mon C’mon” Becca said, waving a hand at Sally to give her the device so she could relieve herself.
“Wait, I didn’t agree to this.” Demi uttered in slight shock.
“You cant just let Sally go and not the rest of us. We all need to go and there is no way we can hold it much longer” Becca continued.
“Hey, this was only supposed to be for Sally and then we would try and find another way” Demi protested again.
“There are no other ways” Maggie added, standing in what seemed to next in line to fill her with her arms crossed and legs stepping urgently from side to side.
Looking around Demi could see it was true, the large plastic boxes contents now sprawled around the room, with no bottles, containers or anything to use there really were no other options. But that didn’t mean it had to be her right.
“So, You will all just have to hold it. Look I have already taken one for Sally the rest of you will just have to cope.”
“The only reason we are in this predicament is because you and Jessie were late. Otherwise we could have stopped several times on the way down.” Maggie responded, her eyes showing some actual resentment towards Demi.
“Hey, I was supposed to even be here” Demi replied, trying to defend herself.
“Yeah but now you are, although Jessie is as much to blame as you.” Maggie replied, looking over to the dark skinned beauty staying quiet near the corner.
“No way, you are not coming near me with that thing” Jessie said, holding her hands up.
“Really, so you think Demi should get it all even though you were the one to say she would be ready to Lena?” India said accusingly.
“Well, I didn’t know she was out, or what Lena would do.” Jessie said a little flustered.
“Come on Jessie, you know you also have a strong bladder too. Just enough to take the edge off a couple of us.” Becca said, starting to dance side to side as Sally was caught between giving her the tube and listening to Demi.
Standing there Demi wasn’t sure how much more she could take. Her even fuller bladder still giving her grief from the first load from Sally. Maybe it was the fact that this would spread it out, or maybe she subconsciously wanted to filled, but either way the next thing that came out of her mouth was an agreement. She would take half and Jessie would take the other, despite her house mates objections it seemed they were falling on deaf ears.
Maggie had found another tube and was currently forcing it into the hands of Jessie, while Becca had finally gotten the tube from Sally and had rapidly attached herself to it.
“Oooahhhh” Becca moaned in relief.
“Just a bit, remember,” Demi said as she gritted her teeth, the uncomfortable sensation of her bladder being filled starting up once again. The strange heat radiated through her core, her hands exploring her stretching body excitedly despite the painful pressure building inside her.
“Okay that’s enough” Demi said more forcefully this time.
“Oooh ahh” Becca groaned, clenching her thighs as a couple of seconds later she managed to stem the flow, keeping enough in herself to stop Demi exploding on the spot.
Breathing heavily Demi pressed both hands into her crotch, Suring up her defences and helping her unhappy muscles to hold.
“Stop, Stop, STOP!” Jessie cried out behind them, a sense of real urgency easy to hear in her voice as Maggie peed into her.
“I’ve only just stared, URGH, I cant” Maggie cried quietly.
“I cant, my bladder!” Jessie whimpered as she cradled her stomach. Despite still showing no signs of a bladder bulge, it was clear that she was feeling the impacts of the stream from Maggie which was continuing.
Resorting to groaning Jessie was twitching on the spot, her face screwed up in discomfort as she squirmed. Her comprehension no longer even able to tell Maggie to stop, which was fortunate because it didn’t seem like she was planning, or able too. For 20 more seconds a clear liquid flowed through the tube, forcing its way into Jessie.
The connected women groaning softly but for opposite reasons. Maggie enjoying relieving herself for the first time in almost 5 hours, while a low whine escaped Jessie as she reluctantly accepted the other woman's pee despite having been denied a bathroom break herself for the same amount of time.
Finally the flow stopped, Maggie looking up sheepishly as she realised what she had done. Apparently neither her nor Sally could control themselves. The pair of them fully emptying themselves into Demi and Jessie, their tardiness coming back to haunt them.
“MMMMmm” Jessie hummed through her pursed lips, holding up a finger aggressively to stop Maggie speaking.
Looking on Demi half expected to see the liquid shoot back down the tube and back into the smaller woman. But somehow as the others watched on nervously Jessie acclimatised to her new bladders fullness.
“I…I cant hold this, there is no way” The brunette said firmly, the group still trying to be quiet to keep what they were doing a secret from their boss on the other side of the building.
Clearly wondering the same thing as Demi, Maggie decided it was best to not wait any longer and disconnected herself, offering the free end to India.
“No!” Jessie said firmly “ I will piss myself if you go anywhere near that, and I’ll sure as anything take you all down with me.” She threatened, still half doubled over and holding herself.
“But I need to pee” India said, her exclamation strangely innocent sounding as she curtsied in the middle of the group.
“Use Demi, I am full” Jessie announced, clearly indicating she was done with this idea even if they were trying to blackmail the pair of them.
Not even really waiting for any permission India slowly walked over, moving towards taking the tube still connected to Demi who was really starting to regret accepting this crazy idea. She had already taken all of Sally’s and probably half of Maggie’s bladder on top of her own that she would previously have listed as full. How she was still holding was a mystery to her, even as she looked down at her massive bulge of a bladder she wondered where it was going and how much more would fit there. She was clearly capable of far more than she thought, her body reaching new extremes as it was pumped full. Yet even as it ached, painful pulses shooting across her taught skin she could feel the pleasure following it. The strange ecstatic tingles all over her body, radiating out enticingly.
“I guess I don’t have any choice” Demi said, accepting her fate and strangely not hating the thought of it. Although, as fun as it may have been seeming in the short term, she would likely hate it in the long run. But how long could Lena really hold it, she had never exhibited any super holding abilities…although Demi had never really paid much attention to it.
“Can we do this somewhere more private?” India said as she took the tube.
But holding her hands up, there really was nowhere else to go.
“I don’t think I can do it with you all watching, would you mind going in there maybe?” India asked, blushing as she asked Demi to do it in the state of the art business suite. Despite the glass walls it seemed not being in the same room would help her, not that it made any difference to Demi.
“Sure, why don’t you guys grab a seat and we will be over shortly” Demi smiled, nodding towards the leather sofa’s and book shelves in the corner of the large wood cabin.
“Thank you” India said as she approached Demi to get the tube, having not got that far last time.
Going to hand it over Demi was suddenly surprised by the closeness of her co-workers face which had appeared right next to her. The red head leaning in towards her, a strange smile on her face.
“I know why you are doing this.” The red head said, smugness and a tint of something else audible in her tone.
“What” Demi said, trying to sound as innocent as possible. She couldn’t possibly mean what she said right?
“You forget, I am the ICT girl, I fix all your computers and see all your dirty little secrets.” India whispered almost seductively, her face close enough that Demi was sure she could feel the warmth coming from her cheeks as she swallowed deeply and tried to compose her voice so it wouldn’t crack when she finally spoke.
“I don’t…”
“You really should delete your browsing history before asking someone to fix something on it. I didn’t even go looking, it was just there in the most visited when I opened it up to connect to our sever.” India smiled, turning away from Demi now clutching the tube. Although strangely her posture was now much more relaxed, her desperation seemingly having disappeared instantly.
“What do you want?” Demi asked quietly, still blushing madly, her entire body hotter than she thought possible, but not in a good way. This was humiliating, to have someone else know her secret, she was usually so careful, how could she have slipped up!
“Nothing, except to use you when I need to tonight. I’m not as much into holding it as you, although I expect you will have enough fun watching the others squirm.” India said calmly, although there was clearly a small tremor in her voice, one that if she hadn’t been so preoccupied with her own situation Demi may have noticed.
“And?” Demi asked nervously
“Nothing.” India said, shrugging.
“Wait, that’s it?” Demi asked, slightly relieved.
“What yeah, I mean ive known for months. I hadn’t planned on doing anything with that information but then….” India stopped herself. “You know…” she indicated to the door currently still blocked in by the snow.
“Fine, but you better not get me fired.” Demi replied defensively.
“Trust me, that’s not my intention” India said lowering her shoulders and relaxing her torso now the tube was attached.
A few moments later and without warning, Demi once again felt her taught bladder filling even more. Closing her eyes she breathed deeply, more powerful and painful pulses shooting out from the core of her body.
But to her surprise after only 10 – 12 seconds she felt the stream stopped, was that it?
Opening her eyes she looked at India, puzzled as to why her would be black mailer was holding back.
“Why, I mean what..”
Smiling India let out a single laugh.
“Where would be the fun in that. Besides, I don’t really need to go. I just thought I would take the edge off and give you a taste. You see I wont be doing a Maggie and blowing my load in one go, so to speak. I want you to start getting comfortable, maybe thinking you can hold it, only for me to come calling.”
Why was India doing to this, she had been nothing but nice to her at work. But worse, why was she enjoying this, she should hate it. She was being black mailed; her secret being used against her. Her bladder was literally being dominated, controlled, and filled by someone else who didn’t care how full she was. Someone who would likely keep peeing into her all night in secret…
“Ooohoa” Demi moaned as a shiver of pure pleasure ran up her spine. The noise causing another smirk to appear on India’s face opposite her.
“Should we go and join the others?” India said, carefully folding up the tube and placing it into her pocket.
Walking back out into the main room Demi watched as India seemed to switch back to her quiet but social woman persona. Her bladders dominator walking over to the kitchen area Demi felt her bladder churn and a pit open in her stomach.
“So who wants a drink, I am parched” India announced, pulling herself a pint of beer from the tap.
“Sure” the others all agreed other than Jessie, the group clearly enjoying their empty bladder and almost instantly forgetting the discomfort they were in mere minutes earlier.
Demi wanted to say something to stop them, but looking up she caught India’s gaze which told her not to do or say anything. Her mouth opening for a moment before she closed it, keeping her objection to herself as she watched the large pint glasses begin to be filled with the frothing amber liquid.
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So there we have it, the scene is set but how will it play out? Most of the group are enjoying their empty bladders while Demi and Jessie are not so lucky. India has revealed herself to Demi, but where will it go from here?
I hope people enjoyed that chapter.
Once again, I really appreciate all the nice words from everyone. |
Chapter 4: Tipping the Scales
Sitting down with the others Demi eyed them slightly, the group clearly relaxing as they drank their beers. The free booze taking the edge off what would ordinarily have been a bit of a worrying predicament. After all, while they may no longer need to pee they were still trapped.
“Crisps?” India asked still near the bar, holding up a packet of salted crisps and other bar snacks before tossing some to each of them as they held up their hands.
Crossing her legs, Demi instead put a hand on her thigh, pressing firmly into her skin as she leaned forwards slightly. Her bladder and body were throbbing in desperation and discomfort as it tried to get attuned to the new contents and pressure inside her. Looking down she could see her bladder sticking out several inches at this point, the pot belly replacing her ordinarily flat stomach. Its contents continuing to swirl and press up against her muscles that somehow, were still holding the ocean inside at bay.
But in forcing her body to do so, she was really pushing it to its limits. Even as she sat there, her legs tightly crossed and trying to act normally, her entire body was burning. Sweat starting to form all over her as a stress response to what she was making it do, even her well trained muscles were starting to struggle with her demands.
Chewing her bottom lip she could feel the nerves creeping back in, her legs uncrossing and re-crossing the other way around. There was absolutely no way she could hold it much longer and yet she wanted to. Caught in a strange feeling of not wanting to let India down by wetting herself almost a stronger impulse to hold than loosing her job. But feeling a painful fork shoot up her right side where running gear constricted her bladder, she decided she’d had enough of this.
“Im going to go and get changed” She said, the others looking over or not caring about what she had just said as they enjoyed their new comfort.
Grabbing her bag she found a secluded corner, stripping off her athletic ware she breathed in relief as her bladder was finally able to expand fully. The tight line across her abdomen leaving her skin red and almost bruised looking due to the force being applied by her bloated bladder.
Pressing on it she squirmed, her legs squeezing together as she played with her bladder. Looking down she looked weeks if not months pregnant at this point, the normal sized bladder bulge she had seen more than once with her holds, replaced by a giant mound. Her skin pulled tight over her extended midsection so painfully full of pee. Taking a finger she tried to press it in again, but it was completely rock sold, her organ clearly full to the brim and unable to be compressed by a not so gentle prod.
Groaning quietly as she leant over to grab her pyjama’s jogging bottoms and a loose shirt she was still finding a way of enjoying the sensations going on inside her as she stayed bent over a few extra moments to enjoy the pressure. Her mind going back to last night when she had worn these clothes, blissfully unaware of the day that would follow her. If she had known would she had peed? or would she have held it anyway? She honestly didn’t know at this point, something that was slightly concerning to her. But then again, when was the last time she actually had fun, or did anything that felt as exciting as this. Her life had become monotonous in the worst way, but now she found herself living one of her ultimate sexual fantasies and surrounded by other desperate women. Was this why she was enjoying it so much, because it was so unlike anything she had done in months or years? What her younger self wouldn't have given to be in this position, although if it hadn't been her co-workers and boss it would probably have been more fun. Especially given the extra unseen forces for India somehow finding out her secret, but she had known for months and not said anything? Demi's thoughts going back to the conversation and now able to process her remarks.
Why had India waited until now, she would have let her use her just like the others anyway. Why admit what she knew to her?
Looking over she couldn’t help but see India in a new light, no longer the quiet social able one she was a cruel mistress hidden under the cute exterior. She couldn't believe how she had switched so easily between her bladders task master and friendly co-worker to the others, look at her over there at the bar, the way the light danced off her long scarlet hair, her smile even the way she laughed at something Becca said…shit, was she getting feelings for her co-worker… No, its just the haze of desperation she tried to convince herself.
Kicking her clothes into her bag instead of risking bending over, Demi gave herself a moment to press between her legs both for the enjoyment and reassurance it gave her that she could hold. The pressure had abated a little with the much looser clothing, although even with the ribbon pulls completely loose her trousers were tighter than she could ever remember them being.
Walking back out she took her seat again, sitting down slowly and carefully she saw a knowing smile from India.
“Hey, so we were just asking. If you could live in any tv series, book or film universe what would you choose?” Sally asked cheerfully, clearly feeling a lot better.
“Uuuhh…” Demi responded, surprised by the random question.
“So far we have had, Narnia from Sally, Avengers from Jessie..”
“For Captain America” Jessie chimed in, her face still looking a little clammy but appearing much calmer than she had earlier. Knowing the feeling Demi was sure that the pulses and extreme discomfort she had felt the first time had likely subsided and helped Jessie feel more in control again.
“You realise Chris Hemsworth exists in this world right?” Demi asked, getting a thoughtful look from her housemate as if she had never considered that.
“Star wars from Maggie and I said Lord of the Rings.” Becca finished the round.
“I dunno, maybe Westworld?” Demi shrugged
“Oh yeah!” Jessie laughed, a couple of others smirking at her.
“What?” Demi asked, although she was already regretting her answer now she had thought about it.
“Nothing, but we all know what that park was really made for” Becca joked.
“Gross, no its just I love cowboy stuff but who wants to die of Polio.” Demi countered their remarks.
“Don’t you have to be rich to go to the park thing in that show?” India asked, still leaning on the bar.
“Well yeah, but come on if Jessie can pick Marvel to date Captain America, I can be rich in mine?”
“Fair” Becca said, holding an open bag of crisps towards her.
Taking a crisp Demi smiled for the first time in what felt like ages. Her body relaxing slightly despite complaints from her bladder as she sat back and the group started to get to know each other without the distractions of phone or televisions.
“Guys, I need to pee again.” Becca announced a couple of hours later, her leg bouncing having increased steadily through the evening. The cheerful atmosphere leading to a couple more drinks and snacks as the group enjoyed the break from what had turned out to be a stressful day.
“Well you are just going to have to hold it.” Jessie said sternly, her demeanour had also become more carefree until the unpleasant reminder of what she had done earlier.
“I do too…” Sally said quietly, despite having emptied herself fully it seemed her small bladder was going to cause them yet more trouble if they were all still going to try and make it without anyone being fired.
“Maybe Demi you could..”
“Oh no, im done.” Demi said, pointing with a large crisp in her hand and drawing a line in the air.
“But…” Sally squeaked
“Im not the one who drank the beers, I might have been part of the problem with us being late but this time its on you guys to hold”. She said firmly but trying not to spoil the atmosphere. She felt a little bad, but she really was full and now they would just be taking advantage of her earlier kindness. It may have been exciting and fun to begin with, but now things were starting to get serious. All of the relief that changing into her casual wear had brought her, had steadily disappeared with each extra minute her bladder was tasked with holding back at least 3 bladders worth of pee. She had taken her one for the team, she was done!
“Please, just a little I am sure Lena needs to pee by now.” Sally begged.
“Where is Lena anyway?”
“I guess she is still on a call?” Demi said craning her neck around to check for her boss.
“Well maybe she already needs to pee, she cant be on her own all night. We just have to wait a little longer.” Maggie said, her crossed legs clearly including herself in the ones waiting.
“But what if she doesn’t need to pee?” Sally asked glumly.
“Then we make her need to pee” India replied, her tone suggesting it was a casual remark despite the strangeness of it.
“What does that mean?”
“I mean we just get her talking about something and ply her with some drinks. Eventually after a few pints she will need to pee and then maybe she will come up with something, or at least relent on us having to hold it all night.”
“You cant be serious?” Maggie questioned suspiciously.
“Why not” India shrugged “Its not like we are doing anything mean, we are just giving her a couple of drinks and its up to her how to act right? Who knows she might actually have a solution we haven't thought of”
“I like this plan, maybe we should start it sooner rather than later though?” Becca nodded, her legs pressing against each other tightly.
“Sure, Ill go take her some water assuming the taps work?” Demi said, slowly raising her bloated form from the chair, her muscles complaining at being taken from their comfy refuge as gravity took control of the mass of pee contained within her body.
Walking over to the bar she searched through the cupboards, finding a large pitcher she inspected the base 2.74L, was that too much? Well she didn’t have to drink it all.
Grabbing the pitcher she began to fill it, the noise of the immersion tap causing her to squirm in place as the clear water splashed noisily into the glass container. Filling it to the brim she grabbed an empty glass and started towards where her boss had been for the last couple of hours.
Knocking on the door softly she could hear one half of a conversation, so she was still awake and on the phone. Stepping in she placed the water down on a table with the glass, getting an appreciative nod from her boss who was pacing around, clearly anxious about something. Taking a moment to glance around the room Demi could see a couple of bottles of water and other things piled neatly in the rubbish bin, she had clearly been helping herself to contents of the mini fridge without anyone realising.
Walking back out and closing the door the others gave her a look as to ask how it had gone, but Demi just shrugged, what were they expecting from her. Its not like their boss would have pissed herself in secret. “She is still on a call, doesn’t seem to be going that well but who knows.”
“So now what?” Sally asked eagerly.
“We just wait, at some point she will need to pee.” Demi said confidently, moaning softly as she sat down again, her back thankful for the support of the seat. The added weight of pee inside her pulling at not just her bladders muscles.
However, 45 minutes came and went as the group sat there in hopeful anticipation, but there was still no sign of their boss, the women all showing increasing levels of desperation as time ticked on. Becca having half emptied herself a couple of hours earlier was seemingly filling back up to previous levels, while Sally who had been completely empty was regretting the two pints of beer that India had plied her with. As evening passed into night the room had become a lot quieter as most small talk gave way to silent desperation.
“Hey Demi, did you say you had some pain killers earlier, think I am getting a head ache?” India said breaking the tension and rubbing her temple. Although Demi didn’t remember saying anything about pain killers during her conversations.
“Yeah I chucked some in your bag” Jessie said from her position now all but curled up in the foetal position on one of double the couches, her arms wrapped around her abdomen and both hands pressing deeply between her legs as she held her bladder at bay. But as one of the only ones not to drink, it seemed she had managed to almost adjust to the constant need to pee from the liquid that had been forced into her. A single coffee and Maggie’s full but seemingly small bladder enough to give her some discomfort but not enough to break her…yet.
“Ok, ill come and help you look” India said, standing and heading towards the office where they had dumped their bags. Standing slowly Demi breathed out heavily through her nose as she once again felt the strain of standing. Her muscles growing impatient with her long hold and wanting to finally free themselves of the burden of pee sitting inside her bladder
“You know I could probably have found them on my own” Demi said, a little confused why India had come with her, but a moment later the smile on the red heads face reminded her of their little arrangement. Not that she had forgotten, but she had successfully put it to the back of her mind given the fun and casual evening they had all spent chatting.
“Well I was about to explain, but going off that look on your face I’m guessing you figured it out.” India said smugly, rummaging through Demi’s things.
“What do we have here?” She added, holding up a tube and shaking it slightly a few moments later.
“They are hydration tablets from my run this morning” Demi answered.
“My my, we did come prepared.” India smiled again before pocketing them “Who knows, they might prove useful. But we should get this started, otherwise the others might get suspicious and we wouldn’t want them thinking they had been short changed and demanding to use you as well would we.”
“No” Demi said softly, the proposition sounding much less fun than it had 3 hours ago.
“How are you feeling by the way.” India asked, a hint of genuine concern in her voice.
“Full” Demi moaned, her hands moving to her bloated bladder that seemed to be quivering in anticipation. The dull pulses and pains shooting through her for the last few hours almost becoming normal, her long hold taking her muscles and body to the edge and forcing it to stay there for hours on end. But now she was about to move the edge, another load of pee was on its way as she looked down at the tube, time almost seeming to slow down as it approached her. But then it was there, the warm tightness, aching and painful while India breathed out in relief.
This time Demi could almost feel her bladder creaking under the strain as she stretched it once more, the new intake surpassing the last as she bit down on her hand to stop herself groaning in discomfort. A muffled noise escaping but hopefully not loud enough for anyone to hear.
On and on the pee went, it was probably only seconds but It felt like so much more to Demi. Her straining muscles sending signal after signal through her body, her nerves transmitting the instruction that her bladder was full, but still she ignored them, even as the pressure grew.
Gripping herself as tightly as she could Demi hissed out another complaint as she clenched her jaw and stood rigidly on the spot, hoping to turn to stone or some other way of holding herself together. Although as she felt another painful pulse, she wondered if stone would be enough or would it crack against the pressure building up inside of her body.
Finally after what felt like an age the flow stopped, India once again stemming the flow and not relieving herself fully. Was this pity or was this cruelty, to need to fill her later once more.
With a shaky hand Demi handed back the device to India before thrusting it back between her legs, doubling over as the strongest spasms yet tore through her body. Wave after wave of desperation flowing up from her bladder as her entire body seemed to be contracting around it. Pressing both hands deeply between her clenching thigh’s, and feeling her core muscles trembling under the new weight of pee inside her she groaned softly again. Cupping herself she felt the first cracks in her defence appear as she spasmed uncontrollably, her bladder still sealed shut but threatening to release her long held waters. The tremors feeling deeper and more desperate than they had until now. A strange feeling as though her very body was fighting itself, impulse against muscle.
Finally after a few perilous moments of worrying she might actually be about to wet herself, Demi managed to slowly straighten up. Pressing her legs together she controlled her breathing and as quick as her overburdened body would allow she followed India back to the main group.
Sitting down carefully she twitched slightly, the position now applying pressure even when sitting. Her bladder spilling out onto her lap and had she not had her muscular thighs under her, she would have thought that her bladder would have been touching the chair between her legs, such was its size. Stroking a strand of hair from her sweaty face she tucked it behind her ear, flexing her neck to work out a crick as even it seemed to be under more strain than normal.
“You ok, you look a little pale” Sally asked, her own legs double crossed and bouncing up and down. Part of Demi had forgotten about her and the others increasing needs, but she was in no condition to help them now.
“Just a little tired” She lied
“It has been a long day” Sally smiled back.
Hearing a quiet rattling coming from the corner room the group looked over, mostly in relief to see their boss walking towards them with an empty pitcher in hand.
“Does anyone have a phone with an unlimited plan. Mine has just died, turns out the man who sold this to me in the shop was clearly lying about its all day battery.” She lamented to the group.
“Sorry mines dead”, “Me too” the group announced together as their boss rolled her eyes. “What was wrong with the old phones, mine use to last all week never mind all day.” She uttered to the group, the comment making her seem much older than she was.
“You want a drink boss?” India said, the term both a familiar name they used but also something she was happy with as it still showed her the seniority she had over them.
“Sure, but you lot had better not be getting drunk. We still have business to do tomorrow.” She looked around the room sternly.
“No, just a couple of beers.” Maggie replied, appeasing their boss who on this trip was reaching new levels of professional expectations of their behaviours.
Looking over Demi couldn’t help but meet the eyes of India who had a glint in her eye again, her hands disappearing beneath the table for a few seconds as she carefully watched the group. Soon they reappeared above the glass, trying to subtly drop something into the drink. The half filled pint glass frothing slightly before India swirled it around and put it back under the tap to fill it up to the top. The white head covering any evidence of what had just transpired.
Going wide eyed Demi looked away, almost not wanting to see the incriminating evidence of what must have just happened. Her task master clearly spiking her bosses drink with the hydration tablets she had “confiscated” earlier. From her experience one was enough to increase her need to pee subtly, but quickly over an hour or so. She didn’t know how many India had put in, but it was clearly more than one from the amount of fizzing. The extra strength and caffeine boosted tablets sure to make an impact. But, while part of her knew she should say something, another part knew this was likely the only way that she let alone Sally would get to pee tonight. Their bosses bladder seemingly indomitable as she sat with her legs apart, several bottles of water, coffee and even a large pitcher of water not enough to make her show the slightest signs of needing a bathroom. Her earlier pacing must have just been due to the call.
Watching her boss take the glass from India she sipped it, nodding approvingly at the taste which apparently she liked.
“Bit of a strange fruity after taste but not bad” She summarised leaning back. Getting a couple of strange looks from the others, none of who remembered it tasting fruity. Likely down to the lack of dissolved summer fruit tablets in theirs…as far as Demi was aware.
“Now what?” Sally mouthed to Demi as her legs bounced in a more restrained manner. Their bosses appearance clearly making the young women reign in her desperate antics, but given it had been over 3 hours again since her last bathroom break, she would likely be as desperate as ever.
Now sitting in almost silence the group awkwardly exchanged glances between each other, unsure of what to talk about with their boss right there. The not even middle aged woman not known for idle chit chat or games, her professional demeanour apparently a constant affair and not just something she put on at work. Thinking about it, Demi wasn’t sure if she knew a single thing about the woman in front of her. But feeling her bladder complaining again, she knew she needed something, anything to take her mind of it and to put the painful impulses and cramping muscles to the back of her mind.
“So um…” Demi started before really thinking about what she was going to say. “How did the call go?” she panicked, defaulting to work talk and getting a couple of eye rolls from her colleagues.
“Oh you know, standard bureaucracy and incompetence." She said taking another long swig of her drink. “You see our partners at Jenkins and sons are supposed to be managing the Bradstreet expansion right, but they have literally no idea what they are doing.” Taking another long swig from her drink Lena stared off into the distance thinking for a moment, Demi catching a look from Sally as if to keep going. She was a little confused until she saw that Lena had drained almost three quarters of her beer already. The others in the group catching on as India seemingly began pouring another beer, ready to swap out for their bosses one. A strange sense of excitement filling the glances between the group as they realised they might be on to something here. Apparently talking about other peoples incompetence was some what of an inhibitor remover for their boss, enabling them to start sneaking drinks through her defences and increasing their chances she would need to pee.
Sure enough a couple of minutes later she set her empty glass down to the side, it was almost immediately replaced by India who couldn’t help but wink to Demi as she passed causing her to blush madly.
“You know” Lena said picking up her new drink and still pondering. “The real problem is that their leadership is too lax, they give their employees to much freedom and that means that they get away with working slowly.” Stopping again for another swig she this time turned to look directly at Demi “If I was them, I’d get rid of all of the middle management. Just have it like we do, Boss” she said pointing at herself with her thumb, “and then workers.” She said now indicating to them. “If they lack the ability to manage a team in person, then they shouldn’t be in charge of a whole company” she finished.
“Get rid of all of them?” Maggie asked, trying to keep the conversation as India already began refilling her previous glass.
As all attention moved to their boss it seemed to lift the groups spirits, they had formed a single group with a single mission, fill their boss with as much liquid as she could take. With each cup that was drunk, their chances of not being fired by the woman drinking them increased.
But even as minutes became hours and the seventh pint was finished, it seemed their bosses bladder really was bottomless. A fact that was not lost on any of the increasingly stressed looking women sat around on the chairs. Even Demi was feeling her bladder throb more and more, despite only taking tiny sips from a glass of water next to her. The optimism the pints had given her an hour ago, not surviving this far as she crossed her legs tightly, squeezing them against each other rhythmically.
“Well then, I think we should maybe call it a night. It is getting late and I want you all up bright and early tomorrow so we can make the most of the day.” Lena said, finishing off the remnants of her pint and standing up while patting her stomach as if taunting them. Demi’s bladder spasming hard as if it had been hit instead.
Leaving them too it, the group stared at each other in disbelief, their plan in tatters despite going off without a hitch.
“I have to pee!” Sally whined as the gathered around.
“Your telling me, I cant believe she didn’t need to go. What are we supposed to do?” Maggie asked nervously.
“Maybe some of the snow has melted and we can get the door to move?” Becca said hopefully, but after a quick check it was easy to see that the compact white layer trapping them in was as solid as ever. Now the sun had gone down and the temperature dropped it seemed even more jammed as the melted snow became Ice.
“Now what?” Maggie asked again, her hands in her crotch as she began stepping quickly from one foot to the next.
“I cant last until tomorrow, I will barely make it 10 minutes” Sally whined, all hope having left the group as their boss seemed completely unphased by what she had drunk. Their last-ditch attempt for some comfort tonight had come to absolutely nothing. With the realisation they were all but bared from peeing, their bladders wanted rid of the last 5 hours’ worth of pee with renewed force. Checking her watch it was gone 10PM, many of them somehow lasting longer than they had even on the bus, but as such their control or at least confidence seemed to be slipping.
“Maybe we could….” Maggie started, turning to Demi with a hand open to her.
“No, I said earlier im done with that.” Demi shut them down again.
“But you look like you are still so confident, you barely look more desperate than you did earlier.” Becca added sweetly, a sense of slight jealously detectable in that comment.
Standing with her legs pressed tightly against each other Demi couldn’t argue that she was still doing well. She didn’t know how or why, but no matter how much was pushed into her overfilled bladder it didn’t break, just like it never had before without her giving up control. The last lost from India had pushed her further than she had ever been, although that wasn’t about to stop being true from this point on.
The strong pulses and almost disastrous quivers from her bladder had somewhat subsided with no fresh intake for at least 2 hours. In fact, other than the pain and stretched skin, she felt in control. Her giant bladder troubling her massively but securely shut away, something she couldn’t say the same about for the dancing women in front of her. Watching them pee dance it tugged at her heart in both a kind but also horrible way that made her feel a little guilty for enjoying it so much. She was sure the events of this day would surly be burned into her mind for the rest of her life, not that she had much time to enjoy them at the moment.
“Please” Sally begged looking up at her. “I don’t want to get fired”.
“I don’t know if I can…” Demi said slightly breathlessly.
“Ok what if its just us 3? The others don’t seem as bad as us” Maggie joined in, indicating to her Sally and Becca.
“I….I suppose I could take a little, but I mean a little. My bladder cant take that much or it will explode and you can be the one explaining it to Lena.”
Getting a series of nods from the three desperate women Demi Sighed, what was she doing she thought to herself. This was madness, in fact the entire day had been madness. First her run which she had already thought she was desperate before getting interrupted. A 9 hour journey into a different country, an avalanche and to top it all off she was about to be filled with her co-workers pee, and not even for the first time.
On unsteady legs Demi walked towards the private corner they had been using, pausing for a moment as she felt India attempt to secretly hand her the tube so the others wouldn’t get suspicious.
Standing awkwardly the three of them clearly trying to wait patiently but failing as she entered the room a few moments after them.
“Me first, I only went partly last time, so im still dying from then” Becca said hurriedly as she bobbed her knees, a gleeful look on her face as if she had won a prize when no one objected.
Getting it connected was much harder this time, her control now linked to muscles that had been locked in a vice like grip for almost half a day.
“R…Ready?” the smaller woman asked.
Biting her lip Demi did the best she could to prepare for what was going to happen. Nodding slowly she saw Becca’s legs wobble as she let go, the tube rumbling slightly as more hot pee steamed towards her begrudging bladder.
Wincing involuntarily she felt her already stretched bladder forced to grow even more. Her body fighting what she was doing every step of the way as she groaned quietly, Becca pushing her own desperate relief onto Demi. Almost instantly the pressure inside her had doubled if not tripped, causing her to take a sharp intake of breath.
“Ok stop now.” Demi said after only a few seconds as her hands moved to support her creaking bladder.
“Im trying” Becca squeaked, twisting her legs she just about managed to stem the tide, doubling over and placing a hand on her thigh as a few final spurts fought their way through and down the tube into Demi.
“Thank you” Becca panted, rubbing her aching but now thankfully a little emptier bladder.
Wasting no time Sally had seemingly already undressed down to her underwear and grabbed the tube from Becca, giving poor Demi almost no time to recover before she was attached to the next cruel donor.
With little warning and even as her bladder continued to spasm from Becca's load, she felt Sally's pee already entering her. Feeling her bladder protest violently as the second dose of pee flooded in. Unable to stop herself Demi groaned loudly, doubling over and balling up her hands into tight fists as she fought back the discomfort. Last time it hadn’t been pleasant but this time there was just so much extra pressure, as if she was finally reaching her bodies physical limits. Her still growing bladder feeling as if it was almost being crushed inwards by everything around her again.
“Im…” Demi groaned, unable to form words and tell the petite woman to stop.
But as she let out a louder groan, her entire body shaking violently with a spasm, she felt the flow of urine stop. Either Sally was doing what she said she would, or she was taking pity on her. Either way she didn’t care, her entire body was racked with desperation. But it wasn’t over yet.
Stepping up next to the almost conveyor belt of bladder fillers, Maggie grabbed the tube from Sally who was starting to think this had been a bad idea. But watching those two relieve themselves, even slightly, had been too much for Maggie. Her bladder had almost released its contents in sympathy, not that she was showing any to Demi. In a swift action Maggie took the device and attached it to herself, her underwear sporting a small wet spot that showed just how close she was to losing it. Immediately a new torrent started, the pressurised stream erupting from her. A small bulge visible in Maggie’s abdomen now she was all but naked that had not been there before.
Moaning out loud again Demi could feel the pressure inside her increasing massively, causing her to stoop once more while cradling her massive and still growing bladder.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god” Demi repeated breathlessly as her hands tried to help carry the weight of her bladder as Maggie continued to fill it beyond anything she had seen before. The spikes of desperation and pulses now an endless wave of desperate feelings and signals that washed over her body constantly.
Feeling the pressure still increasing she couldn’t help but moan again and again as she clenched everything she could. Her bladder distending to ridiculous proportions that made her wonder if she could even survive once she was detached.
“P…Please I cant, you have to stop” She whimpered.
“Ok, im stopping” Maggie claimed, but still her pee carried on leaving her body, the small bulge all but gone in just the few seconds she had been peeing.
“Oooohhh” Demi moaned, shuddering violently as her bladder screamed at her to let it pee.
Finally after a few more seconds the stream finally ended, her torment over. But as she battled her body, Demi wasn’t sure if she could even move, let alone hold it.
“So…much” Demi groaned as she clutched herself, the pressure inside of her now indescribable. Her hands and crossed legs the only thing keeping the dam from breaking under the weight of all the extra pee she had just taken. Her abused bladder now spasming madly.
“You’re a life saver” Maggie sighed contently, clearly feeling much, much better. Her demeanour making Demi wonder quite how much she took from her in those few seconds, it sure felt like a lot.
“Mmmm” Demi hummed as she continued struggling, the others looking at her in a way that didn’t make her feel any better. But as the seconds passed she was slowly regaining control of herself. The pressure unrelenting but immanent loss of control avoided.
A few minutes later the women all said their goodnights, splitting up to grab the separate couches, chairs and padded benches that lined the expansive lodge. Finding herself in a smaller meeting room off the side Demi had found a long couch by one of the windows, pulling it out with some effort into the room.
Looking at it Demi didn’t know how she was going to be able to sleep or even lie down. Could her tired and abused muscles take it?
Teetering slightly where she stood, her entire body on Fire she quickly discarded her top and pushed her trousers from the mound that was pushing out of her body. Sitting first she slowly swivelled her body around, grunting as she twisted before lowering herself back carefully as if she had an injury she was trying not to make worse instead of just an overfilled bladder ready to explode.
Finally down she let out a sigh, her body aching and tired after the long day and lack of sleep the night before. But lying on her back she was in shock and awe at the size of her bladder, towering inches above her body and bloated beyond her wildest imagination. Her white skin taught and pulled tight by the towering monstrosity of a bladder she was now containing.
“Jesus” She moaned softly, her hands hovering above her bladder desperately wanting to touch but knowing that any slight contact would cause her significant pain and possibly be the end of it all. Staring at her distended abdomen lustfully she could feel her eyes becoming heavy, her exhaustion overtaking her as her blinks became longer and longer until she was in darkness.
Rubbing her eyes Demi shook her head, confused at where she was. Dim music was playing and she seemed to be in an elevator although the numbers on the sign seemed to be in complete gibberish. Trying to focus her eyes she did her best to read them, but they and everything around her didn’t seem legible or at least wasn’t English. Finally a soft ding sounded and the doors slowly opened.
Stepping out she found herself in a wonderous land of bright colours, strange birds flew overhead as she walked along a yellow path. It was strange place but she felt weirdly safe, almost like she had regained her childlike wonder at the world. Stopping to inspect a bush she leant down to smell one of the crystallised flowers, their odour powerful and sweet. Pulling one off she realised it was actually made from sugar, tentatively breaking off a petal and enjoying the juicy flavour as she crunched it.
Walking down the path she continued to look around her in amazement, it seemed everything around her was made of something edible. From gummy worms wriggling through the chocolate cake like dirt, to cup cake ducks on a river of chocolate. But rounding a corner in a flump forest a new delectable scent reached her nose. Almost pulled forwards she was lured towards a large bush, small yellow fruit hanging from the glistening tree. Pulling one off she inspected the tiny fruit, squeezing it in her fingers for a moment before popping it into her mouth.
The taste was delectable, each chew causing a surprising amount of juice to come out of the sweet fruit. Swallowing it she picked off another, repeating the process a couple more times and loving the taste, it was the most amazing thing she had ever eaten. Deciding to move onto the next treat Demi stepped away from the bush only for her stomach to rumble slightly. Trying to ignore it she continued walking back along the path, only for her stomach to rumble much louder this time.
“Oooh” Demi breathed out in discomfort as her hands rubbed her stomach that seemed to be upset by something. But it wasn’t just her stomach as the first signals of needing to pee became apparent. Looking down she was alarmed to see her skin above her bladder turning yellow, just like the fruit.
“Oooh!” Demi moaned louder this time, feeling a spike in discomfort from her abdomen.
Looking down her eyes went wide as she watched her stomach beginning to expand. Her flat toned body growing with each second that passed, pushing out of her as she expanded more and more. She felt like she was being blown up by a balloon, unable to move she tumbled onto her backside. Now sitting her stomach continued to grow, more and more with the pressure she was feeling increasing at a similar rate. Soon her body had passed that of a 9 month pregnancy, sweat forming all over her body as she groaned in pain and discomfort as what ever was happening continued. Her skin tight and feeling ready to pop, her bladder now complaining and full. But still her body swelled, beyond all reasonable proportions it grew. Her legs pressed wide, arms unable to reach anything as she was forced onto her back by the weight of her body. Wide eyed she realised what would happen if it didn’t stop soon. Her balloon of a body turning lemon yellow and feeling primed to pop any second now.
“Demi!” someone hissed through the haze of the dream causing her to stir slowly.
“Ooooh” Demi groaned again, but this time in real life, the world coming back to her. Opening her eyes she could see Jessie hobbling around next to her, or more accurately she could see Jessies head as her bulging bladder was currently blocking the view of the rest of her. But judging by the way she could see her head bobbing up and down and the noises she could hear, it wasn’t had to figure out what was happening.
“Oh god, oh shit” Jessie cursed as she desperately danced around in small circles, her legs rising and falling
“Jessie? What time is it?” Demi said, attempting to sit up before her bladder almost exploded on the spot. Painful bolts of static desperation flaring up all over her body the instant she tried to use her core muscles.
“Fuck me!” She almost yelled, the pain causing her to whimper softly se she squeezed her legs tightly together the other side of her mammoth bladder that seemed to have gotten even bigger over night. No wonder she had such a weird dream, it was basically true. Although she worried what might have happened if Jessie hadn't woken her, the last moments of the dream still caught in her subconscious and she was all to aware of how she had been about to let go and pee.
“Its morning, like quarter to 8. But you have to help me” Jessie pleaded, the anguish and pain easy to hear in her voice as she spoke softly but labouredly.
Breathing rapidly through her nose Demi hoisted herself around and somehow got to her feet without losing control of her bladder which seemed angrier than ever. Those bolts of pain and pulses of desperation she had felt yesterday now a constant feeling. Her taught and massively distended bladder sending constant waves of discomfort around her trembling and sweating body as she started to fray around the edges of her absolute limit.
“I…im sorry…I cant” Demi groaned out as she doubled over, thrusting both hands between her trembling legs muscles.
“Please I cant take it any more!” Jessie pleaded, her own posture and appearance not far from Demi’s, her dark tanned skin glistening as if coming back from a day at the beach. But Her discomfort was unsurprising given that her housemate had managed to go 14 hours without a bathroom visit and had let someone else fill hers. A feat that Demi would have thought impossible even for her, never mind someone with much less “experience” at being desperate. In a weird way she was impressed with her friend, her holding capabilities far greater than she could have imagined. But right now she only had time for a brief moment of admiration, the other 99% of her concentration being spent on controlling her own body which after 31 hours was at its absolute limit.
“I’ll pay your rent for the month, fuck it the year! Just get this out of me!” Jessie begged again, sobbing slightly.
“I..cant.” Demi said breathlessly, not even enjoying what would have been a sentiment or confession from a beautiful woman which would have driven her absolutely wild on any other day.
“Pleeeease” Jessie almost sobbed, still dancing with both hands between her legs.
But feeling her own bladder cramp massively, Demi knew it wasn’t a question of her will power, she just didn’t have any more room left physically.
“We…should go…and find Lena. She must need to go by now.” Demi said shakily between stifled grunts, her face occasionally grimacing as the intense waves of desperation battered relentlessly at her bladders walls.
“Hey guys, Lena wants us all in the conference roooo....” A voice trailed, India rounding the corner and stopping as she saw the scene ahead of her. The red heads eyes instantly falling to the giant protrusion sticking out of Demi who at this point was still in her underwear.
“Oh god…I….I cant” Jessie sobbed, turning around and leaving the two of them in the room. Her desperate whimpers disappearing into the main room.
“Holy Shit, you look like your 5 months pregnant!” India said, her eyes still locked on Demi’s bulging bladder.
“I know” Demi said between pained breaths, a hand going to the base of her back as she struggled with the weight of it.
“I..was…” India started but the thought got lost somewhere.
“What?” Demi asked, her tone slightly more aggressive than she meant.
“I was going to…” India held up the tube “But you look like you are about to explode.”
“Oh god, please…no. I Cant handle any more.” Demi groaned, a strong wave making her visibly shudder.
“Yeah ok” India said, not even putting up a fight or objection. She truly seemed in awe of Demi and her bladder.
Looking up to meet Demi’s eyes for the first time she blinked a couple of times, coming to her senses. “You should probably get dressed, I think Lena wants us for a meeting in like 5 minutes. Probably needs to be business wear.”
“Ok, Thank you.” Demi replied, almost waddling over to her bag. But attempting to lean over she felt it again, the spike in pain and discomfort that threatened her bladders control.
“Ohhhhh” Demi breathed heavily, clenching her jaw and balling her hands up again as her nails dug into the flesh of her palms.
“I…I’ll leave you to it” India said hastily, her face madly flushing as she too seemed to squirm in place.
“No wait…I, I need your help getting dressed” Demi confessed, feeling humiliated at the admission of her inability. But in a strange way she wanted India to help her.
“I, are you sure?” India asked quietly, looking around as if she had just admitted a secret and didn’t want anyone to overhear.
Nodding Demi breathed in “I cant bend over or I will wet myself. I need you to help me.”
Going over to her bag which was thankfully on the hip Hight table next to her, Demi pulled out her professional wear. The slacks she would have worn having no chance of fitting her and her new frame. Passing India a pair of stockings the shorter woman took them sheepishly, her face still flushed as she almost avoided making eye contact with Demi again.
Lowering herself gently onto the bench she had been sleeping on Demi grunted, raising one foot off the ground to let India start clothing her. The silky material gliding up her toned legs, the action almost erotic and feeling strangely intimate as India clothed her. The other woman's breathing audible as she slowly slid up the stocking to her bare thigh where she let it rest, her hands pausing for a moment near Demi’s crotch before retreating quickly and repeating the same process for the other leg in almost silence.
Grabbing the black skirt she stood up, stepping into it and letting India pull it up her body. Passing her thighs it began to meet the resistance of her expanded bladder, but softly pulling it up India managed to get the undone skirt on her easily enough. But as she reached the top, the back of India’s hand seemed to graze her bladder.
“Ooaah” Demi moaned, the other woman’s gentle touch sending her desperation into overdrive again.
“Sorry” India said shakily.
“It’s ok, I think I can manage the shirt.” Demi said, grabbing her pressed white shirt and putting it on, the fabric and buttons stretched to their absolute limit by her bladder. The form fitting cut of shirt usually made to somewhat extenuate her slender frame, but now it was barley able to contain it. The button holes pulled far enough apart it was possible to see skin, but there was no other way of dealing with it now, even if it did make her look a little less professional. Maybe Lena wouldn’t notice.
“I am guessing this is a no?” India said, holding up the belt that usually went with the lose skirt.
If she hadn’t been about to pee herself Demi would have laughed, but allowing herself a momentary smile she just shook her head and the pair slowly made their way to the meeting room to find the others and Demi hoped, to see a desperate boss who would let them all pee.
Walking out into the main room they quickly found Lena already at work, an empty coffee pot next to her with a single cup. But to everyone’s dismay, she still seemed completely unphased. Although from her position Demi could see what must have been her bladder jutting out, nothing compared to her own but enough to be noticeable. Especially because her boss had unlike her, chosen to wear a belt. The thin leather strip clearly cutting into her stomach, a bulge not usually there pressing out and wrapping around the restricting clothes. It had been more than 14 hours for Lena, who had drunk the most by far. By her reckoning she had consumed 3 bottles of water, a small coffee, a large pitcher, 7 beers and now an entire coffee pot, and yet was still in complete control and sitting there as if she had peed 2 minutes earlier.
Good, now you are finally all here, we can start” Lena said, taking the glasses resting on her nose and placing them on the table.
Exchanging desperate glances the team slowly filled the vacant seats around the table. Many of them lowering unsteadily into them, their bladders filled by a nights sleep and the remnants of the drinks yesterday. Despite their bosses insistence of looking professional, many of them looked a bit sweaty and dishevelled. Their makeup half done or already smudging off their clammy and red faces as they all battled an insurmountable urge to pee. The sensation likely hitting them harder not just because it had been 8 hours, but also because the subconscious knowledge of usually peeing in the morning and knowing they were still blocked from it.
“So I wanted to go through the project marketing plan.” Lena started, ignoring the dishevelled state of her marketing team.
Blinking Demi was trying to pay attention, nodding occasionally to what was being said, but she was struggling in more way that one. Her bladder feeling more akin to a pressure cooker, the rolling ocean of pee bubbling away inside her overstretched bladder and ready to explode at any second. A strange haze forming over her eyes as she gently rocked in her chair. Pain was radiating out of her bladder as she sat there, the new position making things 10 times worse. At least while she had been lying down she had basically been naked, giving her bladder the freedom to expand as much as her tight skin would let it. But now it was confined by her skirt, her legs applying extra pressure against the bulge resting on her lap. Her expression blank as she tried to fight back the moans and groans constantly rising to the surface from her exertion.
Around the table the others didn’t look much better off, only India seemed able to act professionally. To her sides Demi had Sally and Jessie, both women desperately bobbing their legs in a slightly distracting manor. Sally in particular fidgeting wildly in her seat, although Jessie was likely too full to be able to move that quickly without losing control. Soft gasps or heavy breaths escaping from time to time but being completely ignored by their boss who was in full flow by this point 25 minutes later. What exactly she had said Demi didn’t know, but at this point she was beyond caring.
“Do you know when they are coming to free us?” Sally asked unexpectedly a couple of minutes later. Lena looking unimpressed by the interruption to her flow. The petite woman clearly suffering quite badly.
“What?” Their boss said, turning her focus to Sally and glaring at her.
“I need…did they say when they would get here to let us out.” Sally repeated quietly.
“They get here when they get here, in the mean time if you wouldn’t mind not interrupting with unhelpful questions we should continue.”
Whimpering softly Sally backed down, looking at the table as her hands flew beneath it, clearly squeezing herself as she jittered in place. Her whole body now shaking with her leg movements.
“Oh god” Demi exhaled quietly, another spike of desperation hitting her hard, but worryingly this one didn’t seem to have a cause. She had not moved and nothing had made contact with her bladder and yet for the briefest of moments, she had felt her body rebel and her control threatening to end for a moment. How she wished she could cross her legs, her usual move impossible with the size of her bladder and how far it was jutting out. The manoeuvre would just end up squeezing and applying pressure, the opposite of what she needed. She was stuck, her bladder threatening to explode but she couldn’t cross her legs, she couldn’t even squeeze herself without Lena who was now stood opposite noticing.
Desperately trying to pay attention, to distract herself for even a moment she swallowed hard, her eyes fluttering as another spasm hit her.
They could be here, in one minute, 5 minutes, 10 minutes and they would definitely be here Demi told herself as she rocked in her chair. But 10 minutes came and went, maybe by 9am she thought, moving the goal posts once more.
But 9am came and went as well, a quiet squeak escaping Sally while Jessies breathing seemed to be getting heavier and heavier. Sally's strange noise getting a look of ire from Lena as she was once again interrupted, but remained completely impassionate or ignorant of her staff’s plight.
“9.30” Demi accidently whispered out loud, barely containing a groan that caught in her throat as her bladder throbbed deeply inside her, the pulses now back but somehow happening at the same time as the constant waves of desperation. Her body finding new ways of sending signal on top of signal about her dire need to pee. But still she held on.
Staring at the clock on the wall behind her boss, Demi’s eyes and brain had glazed over again. Watching as the minute hand aligned with the 12 again, she needed a new goal post. Refocussing on the world she was aware of the increasing fidgeting around her as her co-workers passed the 11 hour mark of holding. At some point Sally’s legs had stopped moving, her face red and entire body sitting rigidly with an unhappy look of embarrassment and awkwardness on her face. But in turn Becca and Maggie had quickly taken her place, their legs shuffling constantly beneath the table, Maggie doing her best to keep her torso still as she rested her elbows on the table but he rleft foot shaking with almost supersonic speed.
Ok, 10.30, they will definitely be here by then Demi thought, trying to bargain with her body and remain calm even as she felt her bladder pulse strongly, cramping her body harder than before and causing her to groan audibly for a moment, unfortunately getting the attention of Lena.
“Something to add?” Lena asked indignantly.
“Sorry” Demi said meekly.
“Well, actually why don’t you go through what you did on the way here. I feel like you have all had enough of my voice.” Their boss said, causing demi to cringe inwardly.
“Well I…” Demi started.
“Come on, properly please.” Lena said, taking her seat and indicating for her to stand and present what she had done.
Grasping the table with a shaking hand Demi pushed herself up, turning away from her boss and allowing herself to grimace deeply. Her bladder throbbing wildly as gravity tugged at its contents once more. The painful support that her legs had offered while sitting now lost and increasing her desperation significantly. Like an overfilled water balloon being pressed on, it felt ready to explode. Any sudden movement or impact and it would be over, she knew it would.
“10.30” Demi whispered to herself again, just 24 minutes and she would be free.
“Um, so I have done…done a preliminary list of groups.” She stuttered, pulling the folder open and getting out the sheet she had made, only now realising it was still half done and she would have to make it up as she went along.
“I was thinking, instead…instead of grouping, by product type we should…should group by potential buyers.” Demi continued, her legs bowing slightly as she was forced to squeeze herself for a moment. Her trembling muscles begging for support and with her concentration too divided to realise what she was doing, she had already put a hand up her skirt.
“Oh for peat sake, control yourself woman. Don’t think I cant see you all acting like children under the table.” Lena said clearly annoyed at the lot of them.
“I…” Demi said breathlessly as her body was wracked by another shower of painful desperate sparks. Leaning heavily on the table all she could feel was them flowing over her body as she became light headed, holding her breath for a moment fighting her instincts to hold herself.
Removing her hand from between her shaking legs she straightened up.
“As you can….As you can….As you can.” Demi stuttered before closing her eyes.
Within moments a loud hiss filled the room, twin rivers of clear liquid bursting out from under her skirt and running rapidly down both of Demi’s quivering stocking clad legs. Her breath laboured she let out a long moan of relief as the contents of her tortured bladder rushed down her toned legs. The onslaught of feelings exploding with her too much as she bent at the knees, increasing the sound of the splattering as more heavy streams hit floor. Her lilac panties instantly saturated and turning a dark purple as she continued to piss herself, the forceful jet flowing between her legs as she stumbled slightly as immeasurable pleasure overtook her, her pee racing around to the front of her legs and adding to the giant puddle she was creating. The metallic grey carpet darkening in a ring around her as it became saturated with her piss.
With her eyes closed she was almost lost in her relief, the days worth of pee bursting forth and cascading down her legs, her stockings not absorbing much as they became warm and shiny, covered in her pee that was still erupting out of her noisily.
A few moments later she was brought back to the world as a whimper came from her left, the loud hissing and splattering of Demi; s accident clearly too much for Becca’s bladder. A louder pattering noise joined the symphony as pee rained from the woman’s chair, her darkening red skirt doing nothing to slow the accident as her white panties became engulfed in pee, turning almost transparent. A waterfall of her desperately held pee now raining off the front, back and even side of her chair as she covered her face in humiliation. ”I…couldn’t hold it” she whimpered, clearly feeling far more shame that Demi was.
“What on earth do you both think you are doing?” Lena shouted angrily, standing up and backing away from the table in disgust. “I warned you what would happen if you disgraced yourselves like this, but I cant believe it was you Demi. I would have put my money on you Sally, so congratulations you are not the….”
But she was cut off by an ashamed looking Sally standing up from the table. Her grey business slacks clearly soaked from the waist down. The fabric showing signs of drying but being completely soaked in other areas. It seemed the petite woman had lost control some time ago, and likely many times over during the last two hours. But somehow she had managed to keep her loss of control a secret, wetting herself quietly and somewhat discretely. But now that the jig was up Demi could see the woman’s crotch glisten again as new streams raced down from her crotch, soaking areas of the pants that had managed to escape so far in her seated position.
“Really girls?” Lena said loudly, the phrasing clearly not accidental as she scoffed in disbelief. But Demi couldn’t do anything even if she wanted too, as more than a day’s pee escaped and flowed down her constantly warming her legs for almost a minute now. She also wasn’t sure if she cared what Lena was thinking right now, she was in sheer bliss and surrounded by desperate and peeing colleagues and part of her wondered if she as still asleep. But no dream, no matter how realistic could feel as bad as this had felt, or as good as it felt right now.
But as her stream continued she yet again heard a loud sigh from her right and looking over she could see pee beginning to run out of the bottom of India’s corduroy trousers. The red head seemingly in full control just minutes ago, was she doing this on purpose?
Looking at her face she could see the task master of her bladders face twitching in delight, a soft moan escaping between her lips as the brown material around her crotch continued to darken, streaks forming down her legs and spreading rapidly across her crotch. Why would she be doing this Demi thought, she had been using her to pee all night and yet given the volume rushing down her legs, it seemed she still had plenty inside her. Why would she risk being fired, was she doing this in solidarity with the rest of them, a peeing protest? Or maybe she just felt guilty, after all it was her fault that the river escaping Demi was going on for so long.
“Well I never!” Lena said loudly, shaking her head at the lot of them.
Finally after almost 3 minutes Demi’s pee finished, around the same time that India’s did. Her face a picture of pleasure and relief, the opposite of most of the others who seemed embarrassed, almost ashamed as the lake of pee continued to spread and soak into the expensive carpet under the table.
“At least one of you has some control” Lena said, indicating to Jessie who had somehow managed not to wet herself despite being the second fullest. This morning Demi wouldn’t have given her much hope of lasting 10 minutes, yet here she was still holding on. But as she got some praise from her boss there was a look in her eyes that seemed to be a mixture of panic and envy. The woman holding on by a small shred of control as all those around her lost control.
“its been almost a day how do you not need to pee!” Jessie wept at her boss catching Lena by surprise, tears beginning to well up in the corners of Jessies eyes. But any rebuttal was cut short as the group watched the front of her light navy slacks darken. A small patch racing down the insides of her legs before rapidly blossoming out of her crotch as Jessie lost control of her bladder, her pee rushing out with an audible hiss to join the giant puddle that now almost covered the entire floor of the room. Ripples flowing across the surface from where her pee drained out of her trousers legs, over flowing her flat black shoes.
“None of you, none of you can control yourselves!?” Lena asked, her face redder than any of them had seen it before. “I cant fire you all, but consider yourselves lucky I’m being this lenient and this is not the end of this!” She berated them, pointing her finger angrily at all of them including Jessie who was still peeing, her legs shoulder width apart and face relaxed and almost happy looking.
“You two, go find a mop for gods sake” She said pointing angrily at Demi and India who were both lost in their own little worlds “And the rest of you, go and get changed… children” she spat at them forcefully as she walked away.
Walking out of the room leaving wet trails across the floor, Demi and India quickly found the supplies room as the others tried to find some privacy to strip off their pee drenched clothing.
Looking around Demi realise it was just the the two of them alone and she could feel her emotions welling up, the reality of the situation hitting her, she could have been fired!
“I can’t believe you made me do that!” Demi hissed at India, the woman next to her all but responsible for the mess she had made in her clothes. The rapidly cooling underwear and stockings sticking to her legs and crotch.
“Tell me you didn’t enjoy that” India challenged, turning to face her and squinting her eyes at Demi accusingly but seemingly searching for something in her reaction.
“I…well..that’s not the point. I could have been…” Demi’s thoughts flustered as she stumbled between the truth and keeping hold of the anger that was quickly dissipating. But before she could carry on she was interrupted as India leaned in, pressing against her and kissing her passionately for a few seconds before breaking off their embrace .Demi was speechless, emotions racing through her body as she once again looked at the woman in front of her in a way she had never seen her before today. In fact, she was remarkably beautiful, her pale skin and almost purple hair contrasting to each other, a few pale freckles scattered across her skin that was currently very flushed. Not to mention her drenched clothes, her brown corduroy trousers shining and sticking to India’s legs, a few remaining drops still falling from the saturated material as it pressed up against Demi.
Feeling her heart beat faster Demi could feel a desire building up inside her once again, it had become hidden by such a strong need to pee. But now it was back and she wanted India more than anything else in the world at that moment. The other woman clearly waiting for a moment to see if she had gone too far kissing her, but she needn’t have worried. Almost launching herself at the ruby headed beauty, Demi planted her lips on India’s, their hands grasping and fondling each other as they smacked into the wall behind them. Stumbling from side to side with their lips still locked onto each other and their bodies pressed together they somehow managed to push their way through the door for some more privacy, separated only for a moment as India almost stumbled over the mop bucket they were sent for.
Unable to take it Demi pushed India to the floor while still locked in an embrace, the pair landing with a loud clunk and in an ungainly mess, their wet clothes pressing against each other and only adding to the fire. Bursting out Laughing at the inelegant moment Demi couldn’t help but get lost in the eyes of the woman under her. The pair sharing a moment before she pressed her lips against India’s, the build up of the last two days driving her mad, and in combination with what she was now sure was their shared interest, she couldn’t help herself.
Placing a knee on the ground between India’s wet thigh’s she started to push herself against her, their lips still hungrily exploring each others faces and necks. Reaching around she placed a hand up India’s shirt, fondling one of her breasts through the fabric of her bra and enjoying the ragged whimper that her partner let out in response.
Feeling a reciprocating hand snaking up her front with another on her back pulling her closer, Demi was lost in the sensation and heat of India’s body. Moaning loudly as India kissed along her neck while playing with her nipple, Demi couldn’t help but speed up her thrusting. The friction of their wet legs sending waves of pleasure through her body that had seemingly been on edge for days.
“Im going to cum” Demi whispered hoarsely into India’s ear as her thrusting became more frenzied, her body not needing much to get going given everything that had happened.
“Cum for me” India said demandingly, thrusting upwards and pulling Demi close as the orgasm overtook her. Her thrusting continuing in a twitching manor as an explosion of pure ecstasy erupted between her legs, causing Demi to arch her back and throw her head back. A wisp of air escaping in almost a cough as she quivered in delight, experiencing a pleasure so immeasurable she was completely lost to it. Never before had she felt like this, her body burning, twitching and convulsing with pleasure .
But she didn’t have time to recover before she found herself being tossed to the floor, India taking the dominant position as she sought out her own pleasure. Pinning Demi’s arms to the ground with her hands on her wrists, India planted her lips forcefully onto Demi’s still tingling body as she ground her womanhood into her now flat stomach. Sliding back and forth with some speed it took mere moments before a grunt escaped her, hunched over her torso lurched forwards as she groaned into Demi’s mouth, their lips still connected. Demi could feel India's body shaking and quivering as she succumbed to the incarnate pleasure as well. The pair having been able to live out more than even their ultimate fantasies would have thought of, not just with them but half a dozen other people. The weekend had proven more than they could ever imaged.
Breathing heavily India let her body collapse ontop of Demi, the pair exhausted and spent after the events of the last day. The pair lying motionless where they were, bodies coated in sweat and pee, hearts racing and minds in euphoric bliss.
Chuckling exhaustedly Demi kissed the back of India’s head as it laid on her chest.
“Do you think we should get out of here?”
“I don’t think I can move” India said back, clearly satisfied.
Laughing again Demi carefully moved India from her body, starting to sit up before falling back.
“Yeah maybe give it a couple of minutes” She said softly, her body completely drained.
“Did we lock the door?” India laughed into the floor as she laid motionless. Causing them both to chuckle, what would anyone think if they walked in on the pair of them like this?
But at this moment, neither of them could care in the slightest.
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Hi, hope you all enjoyed that chapter and the development of Demi and India's relationship. Took a few more days than I aimed for.
This may be continued, I have a few ideas of where I would take this, but fancy starting something new. Started to get writers block and sometimes a new story can help fix that.
Although I was thinking back to my previous stories and was wondering which if any of them, you guys might like to see a continuation of, sequel or for me to expand the stories of? |
Hi guys, sorry for the wait. Im naturally a slow writer but had some tech issues. Nothing quite like losing your writing to kill your motivation, the second version never feels as good as the original. But I hope you all enjoy it!
Chapter 6: Downhill from here.
Sliding her wet stockings from her legs, Demi felt her skin tingle with elicit energy. Her and India’s romp in the cupboard enough to dissipate the tension of the last day, but apparently not enough to rid her of the intense need and anticipation of what the future would bring for her. Her chest filled with excitement and head full of all the fantasies she had thought up since developing this kink. A kink that she never thought she would find someone to share with, but she had really hit the jackpot with India, the beautiful half dressed woman eyeing her from across the room apparently more than happy to indulge this side of her life.
Towelling down her legs she couldn’t help but think of how she would likely have been doing this today, even if she had been at home. Her plans going out the window, but somehow reaching the same wet conclusion. Although the dull ache still coming from her bladder was reminding her of just how far she had gone this time, reaching limits she would have thought impossible for her. It seemed all she needed was some suitable ruby haired incentive to reach the levels she had dreamed of. Well, that and the possibility of being fired.
Pulling up the business slacks she had seen earlier, she was once again glad of Jessies preparedness when packing. Although with a day still to go anything could happen, she might have to resort to wearing her gym clothes on the way back, but without a full bladder they should be comfortable enough. Inspecting the bottom of her white shirt she could see where it had gotten wet. Tucked into her trousers it had not escaped the torrent that had burst out of her, the bottom of it transparent and still wet.
Changing out of it she left it hanging over the chair, unlike her dress and pants which were completely drenched, she could probably get away with wearing that tomorrow if she needed it. With only one other shirt she may not be able to be picky, depending on what the rest of the day might entail.
Buttoning herself up a fresh shirt she grabbed her jacket and proceeded out to the main room, Sally and Becca finishing up drying the floor. The mop bucket almost overflowing with liquid as they squeezed the groups giant puddle into it.
Walking through there was somewhat of an awkward silence amongst the group now, unsure of what to say or do. They had all lost control of their bladders in a rather spectacular fashion, not that they could blame themselves given the situation. But unlike Demi, for them this was humiliating.
“Where is Lena?” Demi whispered to Jessie who was now dressed in rather more figure-hugging clothes, her tight slacks wrapping around her curves and purple pastel shirt barely containing her breasts. It wasn’t the most professional look with one too many buttons undone, but knowing her housemate well, she was probably trying to feel sexy or at least feminine given what had happened. It was her coping mechanism that she had seen many times, as if convincing herself that she was still attractive, even if she had just pissed herself. Not that Demi could think of a more alluring thing to do, the glistening wetness of her legs, desperate groans and...
“Power is back on so she went to take a call now she can charge her phone.” Jessie nodded towards the corner, their boss sitting with her legs tightly crossed over one another. “But she said be ready to continue this at 11, especially now the powers on.” Jessie concluded, snapping Demi out of it.
“If the power is on, does that mean people are on their way?” Sally asked excitedly.
“God I hope so, I am dying of thirst but I don’t…” Jessie trailed off, her cheeks flushing as she looked down at the brush she was using to sweep up after the mop. The memories still fresh in everyone’s minds and none of them wanting a repeat performance.
“Yeah I hear you. But I’m sure they will be here soon, they said morning and it is almost afternoon.” Demi said, trying to cheer up Jessie and glad to see her shrug in agreement. “Besides, I haven’t finished the product categories, so if you wouldn’t mind not hoping too hard for time to fly by.”
“Well you have 20 minutes” Jessie said smiling, Demi always the forgetful one.
By some small miracle, 20 minutes later the binder was full of scrawled notes, rough summaries of functions and all sorts of random phrases that she hoped would still make sense to her in the presentation. Clicking the binder closed she leant back, sipping the cup of coffee India had brought her. Her Co-worker handing over the cup with a wink that she wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad sign, but given the disturbed sleep she figured her other needs were more important. Plus, having just peed for the first time in a day and a half, she figured she could handle one coffee.
“Alright then, shall we try this again and this time lets try and act a little more adult, should we.” Lena said harshly, sitting down in her chair and placing a pitcher of water on the table while sipping from yet another cup of coffee.
Blushing the women looked anywhere but towards her as she reminded them of their accident.
“Right then Demi I think you were going to take us through your thoughts on a marketing strategy.”
“Sure” Demi said smiling, standing up and feeling much happier and comfortable than she had last time she tried this.
“So looking at their products I think there are four potential marketing strategies. We have the usual direct to hospital strategy that we have done before, along with a campaign we can do as direct to consumers. I think its more common in the US but it should be possible to create suitable marketing portfolios for them.” Demi started, flicking through to some of her notes and just about able to read her own handwriting. Looking up she was relieved to see the others all listening intently, including Lena who at least seemed less upset about their accidents now they were back on track after a short clean up.
Getting into full flow she managed to summarise her strategy with a combination of the notes and on the fly decisions that seemed to be going down well. Lena apparently agreeing with the strategy she had outlined over the last 35 minutes. But just as she was coming to the end of it, she couldn’t help but pause. A strange scraping noise coming from somewhere outside.
“Oh my god, there here!” Sally said happily, a couple of them standing and moving towards the door eager to escape their overnight prison.
“Where do you think you are going, we are in a meeting!” Lena said crossly.
“But…” Sally mumbled before sitting back in her chair reluctantly.
“What has gotten into you lot, really! The level of unprofessionalism on this trip is incredibly worrying. First you disgrace yourselves and now you act like this, like children hearing an ice cream van and unable to control themselves, in more than one way.” Lena chastised the group again. “I know we are out of the office but I do hope you won’t embarrass yourselves in front of the client this afternoon.” She finished, the room falling silent other than the tapping of Lena’s pen against the table.
Even without needing to pee, Demi could understand the others eagerness to get out of the cabin for some fresh air. They had been stuck in here for 18 hours and now it seemed the air as well as the atmosphere was becoming a little stale, a faint lingering smell of their earlier accident still detectable from the soaked clothing strewn around the rooms.
But sighing internally she went back to her talk, the noises outside getting louder and closer with each minute that passed. Her co-workers around the table clearly paying more attention to those noises than what she was saying, but she didn’t care. As long as Lena was satisfied, she could catch the others up later.
Finally, at just after 12 o’clock and as she was wrapping up, Demi could hear shovels clanging against the outside of the building. Shafts of sun light breaking through the window as the top layer of snow was removed.
“Anyone in there!” A strangely cheery voice shouted.
Looking at Lena their boss simply waved a hand dismissively. “I think that was about it for the marketing anyway” she said dismissively, giving into to them finally and pouring herself a glass of water.
“Yes, we are in here” Sally said, almost bolting from her seat the moment she was given permission.
“We will have you out in a jiffy” The man replied. “Most of the road out here is clear but cant get the vehicles to this bit because of the dip, don’t want to beach them.”
“Its no problem.” Sally replied, just happy to be able to see out of the building finally. The slightly grey sky and low clouds doing nothing to diminish their enthusiasm for wanting to leave.
A few minutes later the group heard the door chime and this time, it successfully slid open. A cold breeze flowing into the room as they all sighed in relief at the refreshing air. Grabbing her coat Demi followed the others, excitedly stepping out of the building and into the snow. The area around them now clear of snow, large piles of it placed around the buildings and car park. The sound of dripping surrounding them as the snow melted away from every recess of all the buildings that it had piled up on. Several of the windows of the main lodge broken and a rather annoyed looking woman was currently shouting at a man with a clip board who seemed to be inspecting the damage.
“Sorry it took so long for us to get to you.” The luminous orange man said, his raincoat and overalls almost too bright to look at. “We had a few more priorities at the bottom than we knew about when we gave you the estimate. Don’t usually get avalanches on this side, hope it didn’t cause you any problems.”
“No, nothing” Becca said hastily, blushing madly and a hand unconsciously moving to cover her bladder.
“Oh god, its nice to be out of there though.” Jessie said loudly, straightening her back out like she had been trapped in a cramped space and not a large luxury lodge. Taking a lung full of cold air Demi felt the sun on her face, the anxiety of being trapped finally ebbing away. But just as she felt herself beginning to relax, she spotted a large black SUV pulling up to the lodge. Its windows heavily tinted and exterior spotless.
“Ah, this must be our contact.” Lena said excitedly, moving towards it before turning back. “Go set up the presentation quickly. I wasn’t expecting them given the roads, but it seems they must be clearer than I thought”
Switching into Business mode Demi nodded for the others to follow while taking a moment to smooth out some of the creases in her shirt. Sweeping her slightly matted hair from her face she regretted not brushing it earlier when she had the chance. Reaching the lodge she quickly grabbed a hair tie from her bag, pulling her medium brown hair into a tight pony tail.
Looking at her still wet clothes she couldn’t help but feel a certain fondness for them, despite the uncomfortable and difficult situation that had led to them. Her tough time quickly forgotten now it was over and replaced with lustful memories. Reaching over to her sodden underwear she rubbed the wet material between two fingers, a few drops leaving the still saturated cotton and coating her fingers.
Shit, the bucket! Demi snapped out of her trance, remembering the mop bucket still filled to the brim with her and her co-workers piss. There was no way they could get it outside without anyone noticing. Leaving her room she found the others tidying the place, pushing and hiding the stuff that littered the floor. From their bags to errant pieces of paper blown across the floor as the door opened, the place was a bit of a mess. Finding the bucket pushed into a corner of the kitchen she really wished this place had a sink, drain or anything really…although that would have likely stopped the fun last night. Pushing the sloshing evidence slowly she placed it back into the cupboard they had found it.
Looking down she could still make out the wet imprints of where her and India had pleasured each other on the wooden floor this morning. A wet sheen covering the floor, the room still not cleaned, but in a strange way she felt it would be a shame to do so.
Quickly leaving those thoughts behind she moved to the meeting room, turning on the projector as they each grabbed their notes, mentally preparing for the presentation they were to give. For her part Demi had just done it, but even so she couldn’t help but feel she wasn’t ready. The others had been given weeks to prep for this, she’d had one day, and not a very focused one at that. Grabbing a glass from the set Lena had brought in she poured herself some water, her mouth still dry. But is seemed she wasn’t the only one, the rest of them rushing over to do the same.
Jessie hastily downed her first glass of water like she had gone days without a drink. Quickly pouring herself another and drinking that normally. The others each joining in with a second glass and draining the pitcher between them. Grabbing the empty pitcher Demi went to refill it, conscious her boss might not be pleased if there wasn’t anything to drink available to her or the clients. She had always stressed the importance of making the people they worked for feel comfortable and at home. The simple gesture of water usually a good way to settle them in and also give their hands something to do.
A few minutes later a blast of cold air swept through the building as Lena entered, joined by a man and a woman. The tall blonde behind clearly a secretary or assistant, her arms full of binders and items, while he just appeared to be in a partially undone shirt with his sleeves rolled up, despite the temperature.
Walking towards them Demi could see him eyeing them all up and down, almost evaluating them a little bit. It wasn’t unusual in business meetings, although it was something usually reserved for checking out the competition to find weaknesses, not people you are hiring to work for you.
“Hi, im Chuck” The man said, leaning in to greet them all with a firm double handed handshake. “Its nice to meet you, nice to meet you, its especially nice to meet you.” He said, taking Jessies hand and kissing it. His move probably looking good in his head, but they could all instantly feel the lecherous energy coming off him. Maybe Demi had given him too much credit for why he was giving them a once over. “How are you girls doing. I heard you had some problems last night.” Chuck said, forcing a cheesy customer service smile that Demi wondered if he knew how bad it was.
Greeting them she picked up the pitcher of water, moving around the table to pour everyone a glass of water and feeling his eyes following her. Pouring the water into his assistant’s glass she couldn’t help but notice her professional expression faulter slightly.
“No, nothing too major. Now about these products.” Lena countered as they took their seats in the meeting room.
“Straight to business, I like it” He said pointing a finger at Lena before leaning back heavily in his chair and putting his feet on the spotless glass table. A move that Demi was surprised didn’t make Lena combust on the spot, but she was a professional. “We have already drawn up some ideas of our own.” He said, indicating to his assistant to hand out something.
“I was under the impression you were hiring us to do this?” Lena replied trying to sound as patient as possible, accepting the pack of papers from his assistant and starting to hand them around the table to the others.
“Well yes, but we have our own guys looking at this. We just need you to, you know, juush it up a bit, slap some marketing wisdom on and ship it out there.” He said, his hand mimicking a plane taking off before he winked at her assistant as she returned to her seat next to him.
“Have these been proven?” Demi asked, inspecting the page that had been passed around. The bold claims over what some of the pills do causing her some ethical concern.
“What?” Chuck asked, staring at her disapprovingly. A look almost identical to the one she used to get if she interrupted Lena, before quickly learning not to.
“These are not in the list of uses on the documents they sent over.” She said, sliding the page towards him and pointing at the section to the right
“No, that’s why it clearly says here, may…help…with” He said, leaning in and reading the last part condescendingly slowly. “They are off label benefits” he continued, his dismissive tone again suggesting that it should be clear and common sense what that means.
“But its literally on the label.” India said, coming to Demi’s defence as she pulled out one of their mock-ups that showed the packet of pills with the very claims he said was off label, written on the front of it.
“Do we have a problem here?” Chuck asked, his face appearing serious for the first time since he had arrived and sitting forward in his chair. “We are not going door to door selling false promises or girl scout cookies. You are not the medical professionals, so for you it doesn’t matter if it works or not. We just need you to help us sell them and help us meet our quota. This isn’t rocket science, you are selling products that people need. You just need to convince them to buy our brand and not our competitors.”
Pausing for a moment he looked at them expectantly as Dem shifted uncomfortably at where this was going. “This should be the easiest job you guys get, take our ideas, put them into a campaign I can take to my supervisors and that is that. You get paid, I get paid, everyone is happy.”
“We can certainly look over them and make some suggestions.” Lena said trying to dissipate the tension, smiling sweetly at the man who seemed her complete opposite in professionalism.
“Perfect. Now then who wants to go Skiing?” Chuck said happily clapping his hands together and standing up, not letting anyone continue this line of questioning or worse, letting their morals get in the way of money making.
“Skiing?” Sally said, confused by the sudden change in topic. What about their presentation they had been working on all month?
“Yeah you know, the long things people put on their feet, with poles to push forwards” he said miming the action and clearly finding himself hilarious.
“I thought this was a business meeting about our collaboration?” Lena said confused.
“It is, which means we can write off the expenses” Chuck said happily, making Demi wonder If this was the whole reason for meeting here at this resort. He didn’t seem that interested in their work, or working himself for that matter. Maybe this was all just a write off, it wouldn’t be the first client trying to stretch out a project so they can earn more money by making it take longer than necessary. Although this was the most transparent attempt, much less pointless back and forth before settling for the original.
Hopping in the minibus 45 minutes later, the group and their new rental gear followed the posh black car further up the mountain. Fresh snowfall hitting the windows as Demi rubbed her hands together, thankful for the new gloves and cold weather coats Chuck and his company had paid for. Turning the next bend she could see back down the mountain, their lodge now a small spec in the distance. The realisation hitting Demi they still hadn’t technically checked in. After arriving yesterday they had been stuck in the business lodge before being swept up by Chuck and taken to the rental shop next door. Hopefully that wouldn’t cause any issues later, she would quite like an actual bed to sleep in. The benches good enough for an exhausted nights sleep, but not really something she wanted to repeat.
Sipping on the free large coffee given to them while waiting in the shop she enjoyed the warmth of it spreading through her. Wiggling her feet to keep them warm in the large boots she was now wearing, they remind her of the boot she had been stuck with after tearing her Achilles playing football at University. She had been stuck with it for 8 long weeks, made even longer by the fact she couldn’t shower easily or more importantly…wet herself. It had been tempting at times, living on her own for the first time she had really embraced her fetish. Quite often peeing in the shower each morning still wearing her pyjama’s before showering in them too. Those years had definitely been the most extreme in terms of her embracing her fetish, unleashed with her freedom from her parents house. But those 8 weeks had been hard, showing her quite how addicted to it she had become. Although of all the things to become addicted to at Uni, this wasn’t exactly the worst.
Finishing off her coffee Demi looked ahead out the front window, able to see the black car they were following. Despite her misgivings about Chuck, she couldn’t help but feel excited to go skiing. She had never been before, but always wanted to try it. She had gone through phases of trying most sports, including some of the more intense or extreme ones, not none had captured her interest, or were simply to expensive to do often. But with the exhilaration of rushing down the slopes, maybe this would be another one to add to her hobbies. It was kind of strange now that she thought about it, her working life seemingly as safe as possible and taking no risks, and yet she loved things that took her out of her comfort zone as pass times. Maybe she would have to start taking more risks in her business life too. She had been passed up for promotion several times and had never really complained or thought much of it. But maybe the next time would be the last. Given her experience, she was sure there would be a lot of places that would take her. Although given what had happened over the last 24 hours, she wasn't sure if it made her more or less likely to want to change.
“What are you smiling about?” India asked from the chair in front.
Had she been smiling? Maybe she wanted this move away more than she realised, or maybe it was the memories she had brought up from University. Her free hand subtly gravitating towards her crotch in search of the feeling that usually accompanied those morning wettings.
“Just looking forward to skiing.” Demi replied, getting a smile back from India who had apparently been watching her and wasn’t buying it for one second.
Turning her attention back to the window she could see them slowly approaching the base of the giant Ski slope, a large visitors station looking unaffected by the nights avalanche.
“Here we go ladies” Chuck said, sliding the door open and bowing to them for some reason. His white puffer jacket making him look more like a James bond villain than the cool guy he was probably going for.
“Thanks…” Demi replied as she reluctantly accepted his hand and help out of the minibus. The gentle squeeze of his hand feeling almost weird and slightly too long. She felt a little bad for being this against him since he had never actually done anything to her. But given his demeanour and how he spoke in the meeting, she wasn’t too worried about it.
Exhaling deeply as they walked towards the station she saw her breath condense in the cold air, the higher altitude adding to the wind chill as it blasted past. Pulling the zipper on her coat up an extra inch she felt the first twinges from her bladder. It was strange for her to feel them this soon after peeing, but given what she had put her body through it probably shouldn’t have surprised her.
“Alright then our chariots await.” Chuck said happily, walking towards the ski lift and leaving the rest of them to lug their skis along with them. His assistant currently carrying both her own and his under each arm.
Waiting in line for the gondola carriages to take them to the top of the slope, Demi couldn’t help but watch as Chuck tried to flirt awkwardly with Jessie. Lena for her part was accidentally protecting her employee by bringing up things about their contract or work, to his apparent annoyance as she sipped on her second large coffee. It seemed clear to everyone but her, that he wasn’t here for work at this point. For him this was a trip for fun, never mind the rest of them.
Slowly the first carriage arrived, the small white coloured box slowly rotating around the station and stopping ahead of them. Not large enough for the entire group in one go, Lena made sure to be on it with Chuck, while he himself made sure to keep Jessie close even at the expense of his assistant being forced to stay behind. But a knowing look on the woman’s face seemed to suggest this wasn’t the first or last time he put his interests above her.
“Hi, I’m Demi” She said introducing herself finally now their bosses were gone. The pair stowing their skis together as the next carriage arrived and offering her a hand to shake.
“I’m Beth” The blonde said, taking and shaking it gently.
Taking their seats they looked out of the large glass windows, the wind picking up and throwing blusters of snow up against the cabin.
“So have any of you been skiing before?” Beth asked the group, curling a leg up on the small bench they shared.
“I have a few times.” India replied raising her hand, but it seemed she was the only one.
"You will all be fine, trust me. I was never a sporty type and I picked it up pretty quickly." Best said, smiling at the group.
“So have you been a lot?” Maggie asked, opening her bag and pulling out a packet of crisps.
“A few times, Mr Dowell likes to arrange these meeting in places like this so its comes with the territory.”
“Must be nice.” India said, but just got a knowing shrug from Beth who it seemed didn’t want to make to much out of it.
Not wanting to press something she didn’t want to talk about Demi simply looked out at the snowy expanse passing by. Skiers passing by quickly 10 meters below them, blurs of colourful hats and reflective coats. It was weird, but it was only now that Demi was realising she was in another country. She had basically not interacted with anyone or anything beyond what she would have ordinarily. But breaking through the cloud layer a minute later there was no mistake where she was, a vista of snowy capped mountains and blue sky extended to the horizon. It really was beautiful.
“Woah” Maggie said as they all felt the carriage lurch slightly on the cable. Their movement stopping as it swung gently in place.
“What was that?” Demi asked nervously.
“Is it me, or are we not moving?” India said standing up to look out the windows more clearly. Skiers still shooting by under them without a care in the world, everything appeared as it had done seconds before.
“Maybe its just high winds and they have to pause is for a minute?” Beth said, the others feeling a little more comfortable since she had been here before. But a few minutes later they were still sat, their progress paused about halfway up the mountain.
“Attention Skiers, we apologise for any inconvenience, there has been a power outage as they make emergency repairs to a powerline that supplies us after yesterday’s avalanche.” A voice came over the intercom. The speaker going silent as quickly as it had come to life, the person on the other end clearly feeling what they had said was more than enough to explain the situation.
“Seriously!.” Sally said, clearly annoyed at being stuck once again, a sentiment all of them shared. They had only just gotten out of one location and now they were stuck in another. The universe seemingly intent on making them suffer, or at least stop them enjoying themselves.
Slouching back on the benches the group let out a collective sigh, stuck again.
“It could be worse” India offered up to the group.
“How could It be worse?” Sally asked, staring out the window with a hand resting up against the glass. It reflecting back the worried and unhappy looking woman’s face as she watched the skiers go past below, ignorant of their situation.
“We could be with Lena and Chuck” India smirked, managing to get a chuckle from Beth and lightening the mood considerably.
“He seems like such a schmoozer, no offense” Maggie said, adding the last part as she remembered Beth was his employee and technically also their partner for this project.
“He’s not that bad. He just, likes to think he is one of the good guys.” The blonde haired woman responded, clearly a little uncomfortable to be talking negatively about him.
“That explains all the “chivalrous” behaviour. He is one of those people who thinks if they do stuff like that it excuses other behaviour.” Demi replied, the picture clicking into place for her. Without saying anything Beth just smiled, touching her finger to her nose and causing the others to laugh.
“So why do you work for him?” India asked.
“I get paid a lot and you might have noticed he doesn’t work that much. I wont stay with him forever, but its hard to say no to that combination.”
“You’re using him” Maggie replied, clearly appreciating Beths work.
“We are using each other.” Beth countered, clearly looking a bit uncomfortable and perhaps wondering if she had said too much.
“So, what do you want to do?” Demi asked as she put her feet up on the seat, hugging her legs. Her bladder protesting for a moment as she squeezed it.
“Oh, I love the company. I would just look to go into the product development. I actually qualified as a nurse before taking this job. But the product team get paid a fraction of what I do… But enough about me, what about you guys, what’s it like working for Lena?”
“Its good, but she can be a little…intense?” Demi replied politically. It was the truth, but at the same time she felt bad about being negative towards Lena. Her boss was the ultimate professional and simply held others to her level, no matter the consequences. She would never ask anyone to do anything she wasn’t prepared to do, even with this weird bathroom thing she had been there right with them. After all, if Demi hadn’t been filled with the others bladders, she would probably have been totally fine. A little desperate, but nothing like what had actually happened.
“So what do we do now?” Sally asked dejectedly as she sat back down.
“I guess we wait, cant be that long right.” Demi said hopefully.
35 minutes later the group was sat around in almost silence, the small talk dying down as the cold set in. Thankfully the pods came equipped with emergency boxes that included foil blankets they had wrapped around themselves. The gentle crinkling of the material the only sound for the last couple of minutes other than the gentle patter of the snow being blown into the large windows.
“Hey guys…its worse” Sally said awkwardly, her face burning a little red as she sat rigidly with her legs pressed against each other. Her posture already cluing Demi into what she meant, she had been seeing the signs from her for some time now. The morning coffee and water clearly working their way through her system and making her more and more uncomfortable.
“Whats worse?” asked Maggie, her own posture slightly strange and her legs clearly crossed tightly over each other.
“When India said it could be worse…well it is, I need to use the bathroom.” Sally admitted reluctantly, her right foot begging to bounce up and down on the spot. She had been trying to hide her desperation, but having just announced it there seemed little point to that now.
“How badly?” asked India, Demi wondering if it was out of lustful curiosity or from genuine concern. A strange part of her mind feeling almost jealous that someone else’s need was getting India’s attention instead of her.
“Pretty badly, I don’t know how much longer I can hold it.” She replied, the second half of the sentence getting more and more quiet.
“Yeah, I kind of need to go too. We haven’t gone since…this morning and its almost 2pm.” Maggie said, eyeing Beth as she tried to skirt admitting they had all wet themselves this morning. Her legs uncrossing and re-crossing the other way around, a hand sitting gently in her lap.
“I have to admit, I do need the bathroom myself. But it doesn’t seem like there is anything we can do about it.” Beth said calmly, trying on a smile to make them feel better.
“Why is the world out to get me.” Sally moaned, standing up and beginning to pace around the tiny cabin like a caged animal. Its size meaning she was only taking three steps before having to turn around.
“What…what if there was something we could do about it?” India said, stealing a glance at Demi before pulling out the catheter device they had used the night before.
“Why do you still have that?” Maggie asked, her face slightly disgusted but also relaxed as they now had a way out of holding.
“I didn’t want Lena to find it.” India said calmly, Maggie shrugging it off or simply not caring.
“What makes you think I am going to agree to this again?” Demi said sternly.
“Because this is a tiny cabin that means we would all get covered if anyone tries to pee in here. Plus, we don’t want to meet Chuck covered in our pee do we.” India said, raising some good points and almost sounding as if that was the real reason she wanted to do this. Demi silently wondering why she had the device, had she planned something for the two of them? Either way, it sure was “Lucky” that she had it to hand.
“Ok, but we cant just do this in front of Beth, she is our client and its not very professional is it?” Demi said, trying one last challenge, not for the sake of her bladder but because she didn’t want to appear eager, the others might start to question it.
“Well, I am sure Beth would give us confidentiality if we allow her to relieve herself too.”
“I am sorry, what is going on here?” Beth asked, clearly confused.
“Ummm…so we were trapped last night and used your catheter system to…pass liquid between us.” India explained, trying not to go into too much detail.
“Oh…”Beth said, pausing for a moment as her mouth opened to say something before closing again for a few seconds. “That’s really interesting”. To their surprise, rather than being disgusted by them, it seemed she was genuinely intrigued by what they were suggesting. “Its not a product I had ever thought about before, but I can see the possible applications for this.” She said, staring thoughtfully at what was in India’s hand.
“Can you?” Maggie said, scrunching her face up in disbelief.
“Ok great, we all love the idea. Can we get on with it.” Sally interrupted, now marching on the spot with her hands clenching rhythmically.
Handing Sally the tube she wasted no time in lowering her skiing trousers and attaching the device. Doing the same Demi couldn’t help but shiver as she exposed her bare skin to the cold temperatures.
Now proficient in performing this duty it took mere moments for the process to be completed, the urine flowing from Sally and into Demi. The strange warmth and tightness filling her abdomen once more as her tired muscles complained. Her bladder that had already been warning her of her own need, was now rapidly inflating inside her as Sally peed, the morning coffee really going through the small woman and now into her.
Blushing slightly, Demi couldn’t help but notice the captivated stare of Beth as she watched what was happening in front of her. Was she into this as well, or was it just her curiosity and interest in the procedure? Either way, having someone watching what they were doing so intently was both exciting and a little embarrassing. She was their business client, a professional contact within the industry. Yet here she was, watching Demi’s bladder swell from being filled by a co-worker, soon to be replaced as Sallys short stream ran dry.
“My turn, then you can go if India doesn’t mind waiting?” Maggie said, accepting the device from the much-relieved Sally who sagged back down into one of the seats. “Why does this keep happening” she said sighing contently and lounging back, a sentiment that Demi shared as the second batch of pee began rushing into her. The first load still causing some strife in her bladder.
“I don’t need to go.” India said, herself looking a little red faced and flustered as she watched. The attention Demi was getting from her turning what should have been a horrible sensation into something much more fun. Her lover watching as her bladder grew and grew, the desperation getting worse and worse, a tantalising prospect for both women.
This time there was considerably less pressure from Maggie, the last time the poor woman must really have been about to burst. But even so, while the pee was flowing into her slower, it seemed just as copious as her aching bladder really began to protest. The gentle warm numbness and subtle complaints, being replaced by the all too familiar pulses and ache she had battled all of yesterday. Her bladder once again stretching to its limits as it accepted its second bladder full of pee. The sensations not helped by the sudden and massive influx, compared to the partial pees she had taken before. But even so, this felt far more manageable.
Rubbing her bloating organ Demi was glad to feel the flow stop as Maggie disconnected herself. Her pee putting a dent in her capacity for sure, but Demi was in no doubt she could still comfortably hold more. The aches and pulses would dissipate soon enough, she had taken at least this amount on what she had believed was a full bladder yesterday. Although she would have to be careful not to strain herself too much, her body still recovering from being pushed and filled so much.
“Are you sure its ok?” Beth asked nervously, taking the end of the device she had been handed.
“Its ok, as long as we keep this between us.” Demi nodded, trying to fight the instinctual tightening of her muscles as a pulse hit her harder than she expected.
“Ok thank you” The blonde haired woman said as she adjusted her skirt and leggings underneath.
“Ohhhahhh” Beth moaned in relief as she peed, the woman clearly feeling more of a need than she was letting on moments earlier. A clear stream of pee rushing out of her and through the tube. Despite her confidence, Inside Demi the pressure was increasing exponentially. Unlike the others which had taken her from comfortable to uncomfortable, this was taking her even further. Her skin was stretching more and more as Beth continues to pee, blissfully unaware of what Demi was feeling. The brunette’s muscles starting to twitch as she tried not to squirm, her legs gently brushing against one another as she put on a brave face.
On and on the pee went, for almost 40 seconds the slim blonde peed and it wasn’t like she was a slow pee’er. Her bladder was just seemingly bigger than the others of the group, her un-desperate state a mirage of how much she was holding. A small ocean of pee that had now forced itself through the tube and into Demi. A sheen of sweat was building up on her face and body, her lips pursed and squeezed shut as she struggled not to groan, her bladder beginning to struggle in earnest. But she had agreed to this, there couldn’t be much more…could there?
Beth’s substantial pee was starting to worry her, breaking her confidence slightly as she expanded, her body now bloated substantially with her clients pee. The rapid inflation causing all sorts of ripples and painful pulses to race through her, some she hadn’t even felt last time the others had forced her to hold their pee.
Resting a hand on her bladder as it continued to grow she could feel the pee bubbling away inside, vibrations from her twitching muscles making it seem like she could feel the pee rushing into her, or maybe she could? Biting her lip she gently rubbed the balloon like tightness in her skin hoping for some comfort, but only sending static electric like shocks racing across its taught surface.
Finally Beth’s pee ended after almost a minute, the blonde carefully adjusting herself and making her clothes presentable. Still sitting on the floor Demi wedging her left foot under herself to jam her muscles closed. The pressure inside of her much greater than it had been, but slowly ebbing away as her body adjusted to its new load once more. Even so, while she could feel her body adjusting to her uncomfortable fullness, she had to keep reminding herself that she had taken more than this before.
Groaning lightly, she heaved herself up and back onto one of the benches, just in time to feel the cabin lurch. The movement causing the contents of her bladder to shift, pulling out another moan of discomfit from between her lips. A spasm causing her hole body to shudder and muscles to weaken for a moment. But looking out of the window, she could see they were on their way once more.
“Really…” She lamented out loud, getting a crooked smile from India. The universe once again testing her, if they had just had a bit more patience then they could have all just gone at the top. They had miss timed it by a matter of minutes, but maybe this was a blessing in disguise.
Feeling her bladder throb she focused on it, enjoying the desperate and forbidden feeling again that made her breath catch in her chest. Last night had gone a little further than she ideally wanted too in terms of discomfort, pushing herself well beyond the edge of anything she had known previously. But now, as she sat there almost filled to bursting point again, she could enjoy it, especially knowing that she would soon be at a toilet. Allowing herself a moment she squirmed slightly, pressing a hand between her toned legs, enjoying the look and hard swallow it elicited from India. The other woman’s face blushing slightly as she couldn’t help but watch as Demi squirmed. As much as India was in charge of her bladder, she still had control over the other woman and was able to push all the buttons she wanted.
Removing her hand as she felt her bladder calm a little, a simple cross of the leg sufficient to support her muscles and keep her bladder in check, for the time being. looking across the cabin she noticed Beth scrawling something on a piece of paper. Was she taking notes about what had just happened? She said she was interested in product design, but what could she possibly be thinking? Surely this wasn’t something that happened frequently, or maybe there was a demand for these products she wasn’t aware of. Either way she was happy to be on the move and so it seemed were the others.
Arriving at the top 10 minutes later they once again stepped out into the cold, the wind at this altitude much colder and whipping past faster than it had been at the bottom. Moving forwards out of the hut they quickly noticed Lena and Jessie standing to the side in rapt conversation.
“Where are the others?” Beth asked as the group reassembled, clearly worried she had been forgotten by her boss as she carted his ski’s along.
“Oh, they couldn’t control themselves again and have gone to find the bathrooms. As for your boss, he mentioned something about compensation.” Lena said, clearly frustrated by the basic need to pee that her employees her exhibiting again.
But looking at her boss, Demi was surprised it wasn’t Lena who had run off. The bulge in her abdomen she had seen this morning still there and if possible, it even seemed to have grown. Their boss clearly full but unwilling to give into her needs and making Demi wonder how much she could hold before she burst like the rest of them. She had always thought of herself as having a far above average bladder, proven true by her exploits yesterday. But for Lena to still be holding more than 24 hours later and after drinking so much, perhaps her giant bladder wasn’t alone here.
“Well if we are waiting, I think I could do with a drink.” India said, looking towards the visitors centre and coffee shop that was here at the top of the mountain.
“Good idea, if you wouldn’t mind getting me a refill.” Lena said, taking out the large thermos she had apparently added to the two large coffees, coffee pot and bottle of water she’d drunk so far today, despite it only being early afternoon. A tally Demi was quietly keeping track of in fascination with her bosses bladder and its capabilities. She had never seen her remotely desperate to pee, even after working with her for years, she never even saw her entertain the idea of using the toilet at work. Although to be fair, it was rare for her to use it as well. India quickly took the empty thermos eagerly from her boss and exchanging a look with Demi as if she was thinking the same thing she had moments before.
“Good news ladies!” A voice called from beside them as a very happy looking Chuck walked towards them. “I have managed to get us all a free skiing lesson package as compensation for being stuck.”
“Awesome” Sally said, seeming genuine in her appreciation of his efforts. Gratefully accepting the pass and some other things from Chuck. He sure did know how to get the most out of anything, Demi beginning to read through the leaflet he had given her as well.
“We just need to wait for the others to come back from the bathroom.” Maggie replied. Her sentiment causing a ripple of discomfort to flow through Demi. Maybe she should go and find the toilets before this, the pulses in her bladder strong enough to worry her now let alone when she was exerting herself.
Rubbing her distended bladder Demi felt it still protesting, but now with a pleasurable warmth and desperation. Her gently rubbing soothing it slightly, even as it added to the pressure and need to pee she felt.
“I think I might go and…” She started.
“Hi guys, I got you all something.” India said loudly, cutting her off and appearing with Jessie and the others. Each of them holding a large beverage of some sort.
“Here you go boss, they weren’t able to fill up your thermos from the coffee machine, so I got you a tea in that, but I got you a coffee separately.” She said handing over the large thermos and giant coffee. Lena grateful accepting them both, stowing the thermos and taking the coffee to hand. Her bottomless bladder only tied for size with her bottomless need and ability to drink coffee.
Watching India, Demi instantly spotted the other large coffees in her hands, sighing as she realised what India was doing. There was no way this was pure generosity, she wanted her to drink more to increase her desperation. But to disguise it she had bought one for everyone. The slim and secretly scheming woman handing each of them a large cup of coffee, the others thanking her genuinely, but Demi knew her game.
“Were you going to say something Demi?” Lena asked, already drinking steadily from her cup.
“I….its nothing.” Demi shrugged off, catching India’s gaze who just smiled at her, causing her heart and bladder to flutter slightly. Why was this so enticing, Demi kicked herself.
Slamming her feet onto the ski’s to lock her boots into place Demi’s couldn’t stop herself from letting out a grunt. The shockwaves flowing through her bladder and causing some immense discomfort as her muscles retracted and its contents sloshed violently around inside her.
“Alright then guys, lets start out simple.” The guide said, the rugged Swiss man capturing the attention of many of the women of the group.
“All I want you to do is climb up the slope like this.” He said, twisting sideways and side stepping up the slope with ease. “Then when you get to that market post there, just slowly come back down. Remember you slow down by twisting your feet inwards into a V, but be careful not to cross the ski’s.”
Stepping up the slope Demi felt her thighs burning and in a strange way taking her mind off her bladder. But coming back down was another thing, pushing off she could feel each and every tiny bump reverberating up through her legs, the semi squatting position doing nothing for her predicament as her poor bladder pulsed viciously inside her.
Stopping at the bottom she couldn’t help but throw a hand between her legs for a moment, squeezing her crotch and blushing madly when the instructor asked her if everything was ok. But despite this, it seemed she was a natural, or at least not a total novice. Her and India managing to go up and down several times with no issues, graduating to the slightly larger slope next to it while the other remained behind. The pair of them sidling up next to each other one foot at a time.
“Oooah” Demi groaned, her bladder really starting to burn inside of her. Her overloaded organ stretched from its contents and now from this exercise. Each time she had to separate her legs over the last 30 minutes it was getting harder and harder, threatening to spell the end of her control. She didn’t feel as dangerously full as last time, but unlike then she wasn’t just sat around doing nothing. Plus she could already feel her defences beginning to fatigue, each time she reached the bottom they needed the reassurance of a squeeze of her hands. The Coffee India had bought her speeding through her system and joining the copious lake of liquid already inside her.
“Oh god” She whimpered again, doubling over as a particularly strong pulse hit her.
“That bladder of yours must be feeling pretty full by now.” India said beside her, the red head having watched intently as the battle between Demi and her bladder heated up.
“Yes it is, I wonder why?” Demi shot back sarcastically, still bent over.
“Shame…” India said wistfully.
“What’s a shame?”
“I was just thinking it’s a shame you are not allowed to pee until we reach the bottom of the hill.” India said, laying down the challenge to Demi and her bladder. Feeling another pulse Demi knew she should just say no, ignore the crazy woman intent on torturing her. But she couldn’t, the allure of the challenge, the fantasy of once again being at her mercy too much for her primitive mind.
“Just you wait” Demi said, scowling playfully at India and accepting the bet, her bladder throbbing inside her as she finally stood up straight.
“For what?” India said playfully biting on her finger innocently.
“For your turn, don’t think I will be going lightly on you after everything you have done to me.” Demi said playfully sternly, but she was testing their relationship now. This time yesterday she had barely known India and now here she was trying to be the dominant one. Would she go for it, or was this a one way road, not that Demi minded either way.
“Well then, this kitty has claws.” India growled, clearly enjoying the more authoritative display from Demi despite the wiggles and restricted pee dancing that was going on. “But you should know, you are not the only one with an iron bladder. So I wouldn’t get your hopes up too far.” She added confidently nodding. “Now I think we should finish up here and head for a drink before starting down the hill, don’t you?” she added, possibly spurred on by the authoritative moment from Demi and keep to show her who was the boss this time.
Feeling tingles of lust, excitement and desperation mixing in her abdomen Demi could barely move her legs. Willing them not to fail on her now as she unsteadily started after India back down the slope once more, her heart beating a little faster now as she almost chased after her partner. The excitement she was feeling less from the skiing and much more because she had just crossed another boundary. India was up for her challenges too, so as much as Demi had enjoyed being filled to her absolute limit, it would be fun to do the same to India. Ever since the admission of interest and India peeing freely in front of their boss she had been wondering about it, did she like holding as well, would India hold for her until she burst, or was it going to be just her desperately paraded around by the ruby headed woman? Even just that would have been enough for her, but for her to be willing to hold just added a new layer to what the two of them could get up to together, the possibilities endless and her previous desires and dreams flooding her mind like she was 16 again.
“Well done guys, that’s it for this lesson.” Their instructor said as the group gathered around. “Demi, India, I am not sure how much more you will get out of this slope. You have both picked it up quickly so if you want to move onto the main slope then I would feel comfortable with you both doing so. The rest of you can as well of course, but I am available for another 45 minute session here if you want it.”
Eyeing her India raised her eyebrows at Demi, it wasn’t hard to figure out why. So grabbing their skis and leaving the others too it they left the beginners park and headed towards the main slope.
“Lets head into the visitor centre for a drink first.” India interjected as they approached it.
“God, I do not need another drink.” Demi moaned
“Perfect” India smiled as the made their way over, Demi rolling her eyes at her.
Finding a bench outside Demi allowed herself a moment to squeeze herself, the pressure giving her some much needed support as India went to order their drinks. The heavy weight inside her only increasing as all of the drinks she had already had today mixed with the contents from her already full bladder. Under her warm winters clothes she could feel it stretching out of her and pressing against her leggings and the waterproof trousers she had on, on top of them. The dual waist bands adding additional pressure that she didn’t need right now. Crossing her legs she started to bounce them, now out of sight of their boss and client there was no reason to pretend, especially as it was what India wanted.
Speaking of, she had been gone for longer than she thought she would have needed to be, what could she possibly be planning?
A couple of minutes later she reappeared, carrying a tray with a large teapot on it and several cups.
“Those bathrooms are fancy” India grinned, the mere mention of one making Demi moan softly.
“How come you get to go?” Demi complained, fighting the impulse to follow suit.
“I don’t remember me not going be a rule? Anyway, you can go soon. Just drink up and we can head down.”
Grabbing the heavy teapot Demi grunted slightly as it seemed to pull on her abdominal muscles, forcing her to place it back on the tray.
“Here let me” India said, picking it up and carefully pouring it out into one of the cups, filling it almost to the brim before putting it back down.
“I…aren’t you having some?” Demi asked, wondering why she hadn’t taken a cup for herself.
“No, I wasn’t thirsty.”
“India, this is for four people!” Demi cried, looking at the giant pot of hot water on the table, three more white cups still stacked together next to it.
“I guess you had better start drinking, or we will never get out of here.” India said, her voice deep and unforgiving.
“I cant drink that much, I will literally burst.” Demi complained softly, her leg wiggling increasing drastically. But looking across the table at India, she could see that she wasn’t letting up, the horny devil on both their shoulders pushing them to do this, even though they both knew the risks.
Reluctantly picking up the cup Demi began to slurp down the tea. The hot liquid rushing down her throat and pooling in her abdomen which was already radiating with its own heat. Each cup that entered her instantly replaced by another as India poured it. A seemingly never ending stream of hot tea designed for a group of people but now all entering her. None of it was reaching her bladder yet, but it wouldn’t be long before it started trickling through and given the volume of the pot, that would likely be the beginning of the end of her control.
“How did you know?” Demi asked quietly a few minutes later, catching India somewhat off guard as they had been sitting in almost silence. Her bladders assaulter seemingly content to just watch her drink and struggle not to wet herself.
“Know what?” India replied.
“That I would be into it, pretty big gamble. I mean you did make me piss myself in front of the boss.” Demi said between mouthfuls, draining the last of the 4th…5th? Cup of tea and automatically placing it back down next to India who was all to happy to fill it back up again.
“Yeah sorry…that may have been a little too far.” India admitted, pouring the dark brown water into Demi; s cup and only stopping once it neared the rim. “I really did expect Lena to have to pee at some point. She didn’t even go at the services. I am starting to think you might not have the biggest bladder here after all”
“Yeah, but still” Demi asked, shuffling her legs and looking into India’s eyes.
“I mean come on, when I went on your PC there were dozens if not hundreds of porn videos in your history. Its not like it was hard to figure out what you were into.” India said slightly too loudly for Demi’s liking and causing her to blush. “But I also figured you had something you were going to “do” while we were away. Given we don’t speak all too often and you asked me like 6 times when exactly we would be back. Part of me wondered if you had someone coming round, but according to Jessie you aren’t in a relationship.” India continued, indicating for Demi to keep drinking with a nod of her head.
“Wasn’t” Demi smiled back, raising an eyebrow. Her heart fluttering for a moment as she tried to force her confidence, had she gone too far. Why was she doing this, pushing things that didn’t need to be pushed.
“Oh really” India smiled, leaning back “You want to put a label on this.”
“Well, sexy lesbian who makes me pee myself was a bit long” Demi replied thankful India hadn’t made to much of her desperate insecurities and raising the cup to her mouth without looking away.
“I don’t know, I think it has a ring to it” India said smiling.
Looking deep into her eyes Demi could feel the connection between the two, it was genuine and thankfully not entirely based on their shared fetish. It certainly had helped, after all here she was with someone who just seemed to get her and who knew her deep dark secret. But she was not only totally ok with it, but actually shared it!
“Alright lets speed this up or I am going to piss myself before that thing is empty.” Demi said, spurred on by their conversation despite the tightness in her bladder increasing for every moment that passed.
Picking up the three extra cups she laid them out in a line, grabbing the pot and feeling relieved at how much lighter it was…although that did mean it was all in her. Pouring out the tea she filled the first three, but about half way up the fourth the stream of tea slowed to a trickle. The dripping of the water not helping her comfort levels or desperation.
Picking up the first cup she drank heartily, her stomach complaining at the continued onslaught of liquid, it too now bloating wildly. But ignoring the complaints from both it and her bladder Demi swiftly moved onto cup two, then three and finally with an unsteady hand and jiggling thighs she picked up the final cup. Draining its contents with some difficulty as ever her throat tried to stop her swallowing it, but finally her great task was complete. The giant pot of tea consumed and now coursing its way through her system at speed.
“Okay, we need to go before that reaches my bladder.” Demi said, standing swiftly and groaning deeply as her stomach and bladder pulsed in unison, upset by the sudden movements.
“You’re so fucking hot right now.” India said, apparently her thoughts coming out of her mouth with no filter as she blushed slightly from the sudden compliment.
“Yeah well, all my “hotness” is about to rush down my legs so if you wouldn’t mind…” Demi said, desperately indicating for them to leave. Her affection and desire to satisfy India's fantasies had fuelled her drinking, but given how much was inside her aching bladder already there was only going to be so much more she could take before she would end up losing control. A fact that was only reinforced as she felt her bladder spasm inside her, a significant sign she was reaching the edges of control. The last time she had felt one that strong was only about an hour before she had wet herself in front of everyone. The memory and her current desperation making her a little weak at the knees, but she couldn’t afford to dwell on this, she needed to get down the slope.
Snapping on her Skis more carefully this time Demi was already aware of the ticking timebomb inside her. The pressure and need to pee she was feeling now relentless and it was only getting worse. Even with her careful stepping into her ski’s, the fact she had to change her posture seemed to cause her bladder some serious trouble. Her legs almost buckling as she raised one foot to put on the ski, the position straining her bloated abdomen painfully.
Stooping into position she pushed off with India close behind, her bladder instantly complaining as she separated her legs a shoulders width apart. Gaining speed she lent over more, feeling her body compress her bladder and causing her to grunt loudly as she sped down the slope. Each twist or change of direction caused her to groan as she moved her muscles that wanted nothing more than to let go of her over taxed bladder. The small adjustments causing painful pulses to once again fly out and race around her body. The only blessing was, when she needed to slow she could press her legs together, careful not to overlap the ski’s but enjoying the rest bite. Despite this she couldn’t help but feel trapped, needing to reach the bottom as soon as possible, but occasionally needing to slow and help her ailing muscles.
Halfway down the steepness seemed to increase, the slope becoming more advanced and meaning slowing wasn’t an easy option. Her muscles now tired after 15 minutes of this torture, she was worried she was going to start losing control soon. The aches and pains of her muscles really starting to blend together, each flex or relaxation of a muscle could be the wrong one. Her abdomen a tight mess of pulses and pains, joined by her burning thighs and arms which were putting in the work to keep her going.
Every divot of snow, stone or patch of ice causing her to groan loudly, hoping no one could hear her pained noises. Her only hope speed, but that just made things worse whenever she hit anything. Going over a patch of uneven ice she felt her body vibrate across the rough surface for a few seconds. The strange feeling causing her entire body to tingle, but hitting the soft snow once more she was groaned out loud. The smallest lip of compact ice jarring her body from her feet to her head, straight through her perilously full bladder.
Unable to control herself she instinctively moved her thigh’s closer together, the impact reverberating up her legs and shaking her bladder violently. Hissing air out through her clenched jaw Demi was really starting to worry. Her defences had been rattled and were threatening to give way to the powerful blast of desperation that had exploded from inside her abdomen. The usual tactic of moving her legs together and protecting her aching and quivering muscles, doing nothing but slowing her progress. Her skis pitching inwards and losing all of her momentum.
Grunting again she shoved a clenched fist between her legs as she doubled over for a moment, her legs and bladder burning from how much effort she was forcing them to put in. Looking up as sweat dripped from her brow even in spite of such low temperatures, she could make out the visitors centre at the bottom of the hill, she was almost there!
Grimacing behind her scarf she clenched her sticks in a death grip and pushed off, ignoring the fierce pulses and pangs of discomfort flowing through her. The bloated and bulging mess of a bladder, still just about contained by her abused muscles. They had been given no rest since the last hold, from one extreme situation to another. Now forced to hold almost as much, but also survive the added trauma of hurtling down the mountain at some speed.
Breathing heavily her eyes locked onto the building ahead of her, Demi using it as inspiration or bribery for her bladder muscles to just hold on a little longer. She was almost there, just one more minute and she could pee. The restless lake inside of her could finally be let out.
For the last 100m a surge of desperate anxious intensity hit her hard, an almost excited feeling overcoming her as she approached the lodge. Reaching the forecourt she clicked off her ski’s not even bothering to pick them up, just letting them slide under the rack they were supposed to be neatly stored on.
Gripping herself tightly as she ran up the stairs she could finally close her aching legs, walking with an awkward gate through the automatic doors. Ahead of her she could see it, the universal sign of a ladies room!
“Where do you think you are going speedy.” A voice came from beside her, India having reached the bottom moments before her.
“I need to pee.” Demi said, half ignoring her and continuing the waddle towards her salvation.
“I think we should have one more drink.” India said, her voice playful but the demand not so much.
“Come on India, you said I could pee when we got here…Please.” Demi begged, stopping where she was and bobbing on the spot desperately. Ignoring the looks from the other patrons and skiers, probably wondering why there was a grown woman doing an obvious pee dance in the entrance way.
“I said you could only pee at the bottom, I didn’t say when.” India responded, taking Demi’s hand into hers as she approached her closely.
“I am going to wet myself. I don’t know how much longer I can hold this!” demi pleaded quietly to her as their bodies almost touched. The same electricity she had felt between them both last night ever present.
“Lets go find a table then maybe you can pee.” India responded, the devil inside her wanting to prolong this as long as possible. But Demi wasn’t sure she could play this game any longer, even if she wanted too. But unable to say no to the woman so intimately close to her, she let herself get led away from the toilets and towards the restaurant. Her bladder loudly complaining as its release was delayed even longer. The angry and consistent nagging from it, increasing in intensity despite no longer skiing, the copious amounts of liquid she had been made to consume finally starting to catch up with her.
Finding a secluded area on the outskirts of the seating outside, Demi threw herself onto the bench having at some point lost India. Desperately she crossed her legs tightly, writhing in desperation. Screwing her eyes closed she swept her legs back and forth, her heels bouncing up and down as she fought back wave after wave of desperation. Somehow it felt even worse than it had this morning, the pain was less but the desperation, it just felt worse. The angry pangs from her bladder and anxious pulses from it driving her mad as she writhed in desperate agony on the bench. Her hands glued to her crotch as she tried to sure up her aching and almost failing defences. The fact she had been expecting to pee immediately after arriving making it 10 times worse, not to mention the fact that she could technically go and pee right now. She could, she should, just stand up and go to the bathroom. It was right there! Yet even as she looked longingly in that direction feeling an unsurmountable need to pee, she didn't move, she had been forbidden from peeing by India and for some reason that meant everything to her.
“Here we go.” India said a few moments later, interrupting Demi's self-pity and placing a beer down in front of her.
“You cant be serious, Ive got 4 bladders worth of pee inside me. I need to go to the bathroom.” Demi Whined again, but got no response from India who simply sat down opposite her. India's face flushed and clearly enjoying the show Demi was putting on, her erect nipples clearly poking through her fleece, and joined by a horny glassy eyed look on the red heads face. At least someone was enjoying this Demi thought to herself, a pain radiating out of her core which felt ready to explode any moment. Even her twisted and tightly knotted legs did little to offset the intense need to pee she was feeling.
“Drink up.” India said, her voice cracking slightly.
Reluctantly raising the glass to her lips Demi once again felt her body quiver as the amber liquid entered her mouth. Swallowing with some effort she managed to drink a few mouthfuls before a crippling spasm hit her, forcing her to put the glass down. Rocking in her seat with both hands between her legs Demi could feel the panic starting to creep in now, she was in dire straits and feeling things she hadn’t even felt that morning. There was a real danger she was going to pee herself, in public, surrounded by dozens of people.
“im going to piss myself” She half groaned, half whimpered breathlessly.
“No, your not” India said authoritatively, commanding her to hold it longer. But right now it didn’t feel like it was up to Demi, her muscles starting to revolt and tremble violently of their own accord.
“I cant hold it, im about to pee.” Demi said slightly panicked, her legs bouncing with fervent speed as she tried to buy herself a minute.
“No, your not.” India repeated.
“Im serious, I…”
“No you are going to hold it and finish your drink. If you leak then you will have to hold it till we are back at the lodge.” India said, sliding across the tall glass still mostly full of beer towards her. Her other hand under the table and possibly explaining why India herself was wobbling in her seat, sweat gathering on her face which now almost matched her hair colour. Faint twitches in her eyes as her shoulder moved around in small circles, her nostrils flaring with each deep breath as India watched her intently. Her gaze almost unblinking as she watched Demi's every desperate movement.
Picking it up Demi drank deeply from the glass, wanting to put on a show for her lover. Leaving only a small amount in the bottom of the glass she felt her bladder spasm powerfully again and forced her to place the glass back down heavily. The glass almost getting chipped as Demi threw her hands between her legs, her elbows bowing out slightly by the sheer mass of her bladder bulge. She was there, at the edge of control, she had to go, NOW!
Pulling up with all her might she tried to keep it together, to squeeze herself shut like a vice. But even as she shoved her hands deeply against herself, she could feel her muscles trembling, vibrating and finally they started to fail.
“Oh shit” Demi whispered, her hands suddenly warm as a burst of pee shot through her muscles, hissing loudly and splattering against her waterproof over-trousers. Her crotch suddenly warm and wet, her tight leggings trapping some of it against her skin.
“No, Hold it!” India said, although unlike the commands this one was much more surprised sounding. Her body jerking slightly as India herself moaned breathlessly. Short sharp gasps escaping her as she continued to twitch sporadically.
“I cant…I…I…” Demi spluttered but it was no use. A second burst of wetness hissed into her leggings, a heavily pressurised stream that splattered forcefully against her hands still pressing intensely between her legs.
Soon a third, then a fourth and finally the dam broke, a constant squelching hiss emanating from Demi who groaned in pain and pleasure as her bladder finally exploded all over herself. The ocean of pee erupting like a geyser between her legs, a torrent of liquid spilling out of her, rushing down her legs and splattering noisily onto the bare concrete ground under her. The layer of snow instantly melting as it was covered in Demi's burning hot pee.
“oOooOO” Demi moaned again, rocking in her seat with each pulse from her bladder. Her hands relaxing and almost enjoying the warmth spreading out from her crotch. Her legs drenched by the deluge of piss, but not noticeable because of the second layer of trousers.
Breathing heavily Demi’s eyes rolled back, her body sagging where she sat as she gave up all pretences of holding anything back. But feeling something touch her left side she opened her eyes. At some point India had come around and was now sat next to her, an animalistic look of lust plastered across her face which now pressed against hers. Kissing passionately she could feel India’s ragged breaths as she failed to control her emotions, their closeness and the thundering of pee leaving her, causing Demi to groan deeply. Leaning into India she felt a hand sneaking into her trousers, the gentle explorative touches enough to almost make her orgasm on the spot.
Biting her lip Demi forced her head into India’s shoulder, using it to muffle her moans of pleasure as India moved her hand around inside her drenched underwear. For the second time today she had, or rather was, still pissing herself. The stream now being blocked occasionally by India's hand which suddenly increased its pace, pressing and exploring her with an intensive frenzied desire.
Slamming her hands into the table Demi's fingers and toes curled as she was overcome by explosive ecstasy. India somehow finding all the most pleasurable spots, her fingers entering her and causing Demi to groan loudly, but she was beyond caring if anyone noticed. Shaking with pleasure Demi gripped the table, her nails scratching along the wooden surface as her back arched and a silent scream of pure pleasure left her, the jet of pee still shooting into her clothes stopping intermittently as her muscles contracted around India’s fingers still inside her. Instantly she became lost in the pleasure, her head lost to the clouds as she erupted in more ways than one. For seconds she shivered in ecstasy, her body brought to the painful brink of control before finding the ultimate pleasure in a way that only seemed to enhance the mind blowing orgasm Demi was having. Her face flushed bright red and chest still heaving Demi returned back to her body after some moments. Sagging down even more into a puddle of pleasure, her pee finally stopping.
“Holy shit.” India said breathlessly.
“Muhun” Was all Demi managed, her mind actually wrecked by what had just happened.
Looking into each others eyes they shared another moment of silence, knowing exactly how each other was feeling.
“Worth it right?” India smiled a few seconds later.
“Totally…but don’t think that gets you off the hook. You have made me piss myself twice now!” Demi said, her senses returning and legs beginning to rapidly cool. Her absolutely drenched leggings were sticking to her soft skin and the pee caught by the material chilling her. Yet no one could see a thing, other than the absolutely massive puddle under the table. Meters worth of snow melted by her accident...if she could call it that.
Rubbing her eyes Demi sat forwards, she felt exhausted. But looking at the glass in front of her, she knew exactly what India would be doing to make it up to her.
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As always thank you for your comments and I would love to know what you guys think!
Hope you enjoyed, and it was worth the wait.
I wonder what Demi might be plotting for India? |
"Gotta hurry! Gotta hurry!" Min Min whispered as she ran across the hallways of the Ramen Bowl stadium. Her ARMS,consisting of Two dragon shaped cannons, had transformed into normal hands which she then placed on her crotch while she ran. After taking multiple hits and moving around a lot,Min Min had reigned victorious during an exhibition match. She has happy that she managed to finish the match as quickly as she did. Not because she was longing for victory or because she was trying to break a record.
No,it's because she really needed to go. She stopped in front of one of the restrooms and clicked her tongue. There was an out of order sign on the toilet door,the same one she saw before her final match. Min Min squeezed her thighs tighter and then ran away from the door. There was more than one restroom in the stadium,all she had to do was reach it in time. She continued running around the halls,desperately holding back the flood that was threatening to come out of her body if she didn't find a toilet now.
Min Min entered a room where some of the crowd spectated the match by TV. Multiple fans turned around and cheered for her. Her fans quickly began closing in on her,causing Min Min to panic.
"I can't stay here and talk! I need to go!" Min Min said in her head. In one quick motion,she stretched out one of her arms and grappled her way to the other side of the room. She waved back at her audience and then continued to run,much to most of the crowds confusion. Once she was out of sight,She put her hands back on her crotch and kept running until she found the place she was looking for. She skidded to a halt and her face brightened up as she saw the toilet door without an out of order sign. She took a few steps forward,But someone pushed her out of the way.
"Excusez-Moi! i can't hold it!" a voice said,belonging to none other than Twintelle. Min Min stretched her ARMS out and yanked Twintelle back.
"No way! i need to go too! And i was here first!" Min Min said.
"Ah! But i can't hold it!" Twintelle said,
"Neither can i!" Min Min said. The two stared at each other with fire in their eyes. Twintelle tried running towards the toilet again,but Min Min transformed one of her ARMS into a Dragon and lunged it at her. Twintelle turned around and used a Parasol to block the strike. She entered the bathroom and was just about to close the door until Min Min used both of her ARMS to pull her out of the bathroom. Min Min then threw her against the wall.
Twintelle got up and almost attacked again,but she stiffened up and hunched over to try and ease the pressure in her bladder. Min Min took the opportunity and ran towards the bathroom door. Twintelle transformed one of the hair-ARMS into a Chilla Glove and then threw it at her. Min Min looked at the incoming attack and in one quick motion,flip kicked the glove away. However,upon landing she quickly crossed her legs and let out a wine. With both her ARMS being transformed,she couldn't use them to hold her crotch.
Twintelle then threw her other ARM at Min Min and pulled her away from the door. And much like Min Min did to her,she threw her against the wall. Twintelle rab for the bathroom once more. But thinking quickly,Min Min transformed one of her ARMS into a Ram Ram and used it to trip Twintelle. She tried to get up,but she strayed on her knees and crossed her legs tighter.
"Oh! It's coming out!" Twintelle moaned. With twintelle down and too busy trying to keep herself from having an accident,Min Min quickly ran to the bathroom and closed the door. She locked it and transformed her ARMS back into small hands. She then hastily began pulling down her shorts. All while Twintelle began knocking hard on the door.
"Hurry! I can't hold it anymore!" Twintelle said. Min Min ignored the complaining and pulled down her leggings and panties. As soon as her rear made contact with the toilet seat,Min Min let out a load moan and her bladder let loose all the urine it had been holding. Min Min leaned against the seat and let out a loud sigh,her eyes half closed and a slight blush being visible under her mask. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back as her bladder continued to be emptied. The sound of her peeing was the only thing that echoed inside the small room,as it seemed twintelle had stopped banging against the door. Min Min leaned forward again and began whistling until her stream soon came to an end.
"Haaaah....i really needed that." Min Min said,reaching for the toilet paper. Once she had wiped,she pulled her pants up and washed her hands. What she saw upon opening the door made her freeze up. It was twintelle,Sitting on a bucket with her pants down. Her eyes were closed and she was exhaling. And the sound of splashing water could be heard inside the bucket. The sound soon stopped and Twintelle opened her eyes.
"I uhh...I couldn't wait." Twintelle said as she covered her face. Using her hair,she grabbed some toilet paper from a nearby cart. Which Min Min assumed is where she got the bucket from. Using the paper to wipe herself,she got up and used that hair to pull up her pants.
"Let's...never speak of this. Oui?" Twintelle asked. Min Min nodded with a blush and walked away from the toilet.
"M-Merci...." Twintelle said as she followed Min Min away from the bathroom. |
When Steven mentioned that he was “going on vacation” with the Crystal Gems, Connie, and his dad, Lapis and Peridot were eager to do anything they could to help. Eventually he said that they could do some “house-sitting,” whatever that meant, while he was gone. They weren’t sure at first, but when he explained that they could live where he lived and “make themselves at home” they were overjoyed. They had never lived in a real house before and wanted to try out everything Steven did while he was at home. They slept in a bed, played video games, relaxed on the beach, swept the floors, and tried to make food in the kitchen. When they couldn’t figure out how to cook anything, they looked in the fridge and found it full of soda cans. Once they tried the soda, they found it quite pleasing to drink, and they each made a point of having at least one can a day.
This came with an unexpected consequence: the need to urinate. Since they didn’t need water to survive like humans did, they each only drank enough to warrant one trip to the bathroom per day. Like with most things, Peridot was very regular; she would always enter and exit the bathroom at the same time every day, down to the minute. Lapis simply went whenever the urge to go hit her.
It was a few days into the stay when Lapis felt one of those urges. The clock on the microwave read 5:47 as she walked casually into the bathroom under the stairs. Just as she was about to pull down her knee-length skirt and sit down on the toilet, a thought struck her. Wait, isn’t this around the time Peridot usually goes to the bathroom too? She had an idea.
Instead of emptying her bladder right away, she turned on the faucets and took off her skirt and top. I’ll only make her wait a little bit, just to see how she reacts, and to see the look on her face. I don’t want her to pee herself in Steven’s house or anything. She stepped into the bathtub and sat down. I’ll just relax in here for a little while, and then after she hears that I’m done I’ll pee. That’ll really make her squirm. The rush of water into the bathtub reminded Lapis of her own need to go, but it wasn’t anything urgent.
As the water level rose around her, Lapis realized just how relaxing taking a bath could be. It wasn’t anything like Earth’s oceans, which were cold and constantly moving. This water was warm, it was still, and there was no scent of salt in the air. She slumped further back until her head was completely submerged, and instantly she didn’t want to come back up. The water was like a warm weighted blanket all around her, telling her that she could just relax all by herself. Man, this is nice. I’m all alone…no one can hurt me…no one can see me…and I…can’t…hear…
Oh shit, Peridot! She was pulled back to her senses by a dull thumping sound, and she jolted upright as soon as she figured out what it was. She hopped out of the tub and frantically began putting her clothes back on, not even bothering to dry herself off. Oh god how long was I in there? She must be about to explode out there! This isn’t what I meant to happen!
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To say that Peridot was uncomfortable was an understatement. She stood, or rather, danced in front of the bathroom door with one hand clutching the area between her legs. She was hopping from one foot to the other, and her hips wiggled back and forth with each move. She was clearly not trying to hide how desperate she was. I-It’s 7:43. I’ve been holding it in for 103 minutes past my scheduled trip to the bathroom! My knocks are surely of adequate volume, Lapis will answer me soon, r-right? I don’t know what the hold-up is, but my bladder is about to experience catastrophic failure! This is an emergency! I’m about to burst!
Without any warning, a couple of loud sloshes of water came from inside the bathroom, not what Peridot needed to hear right now. When Lapis finally, finally opened the door, she was still sopping wet and letting water drip all over the floor, not what Peridot needed to see right now either. Even then, Peridot barely acknowledged her. “Out…o-out of the way, Lapis!” she peeped before scampering past the blue gem and slamming the door shut.
The next task was taking off her one-piece jumpsuit. Peridot’s arm trembled as she tried to get it through the shoulder straps. It had never been this hard to get undressed before, but then, Peridot had never had to pee this badly before either. Indeed, she still had one hand wedged into her crotch and was rapidly crossing and uncrossing her legs. Her hips now bounced uncontrollably back and forth, clearly more agitated by the sight of the toilet right in front of her. All this jiggling and dancing made it that much harder for Peridot to get her arms out, and added that much more time before the ocean she was holding back would be released. After two or three tries she finally got the first shoulder strap off. She then had to switch the hand holding her bladder, and tried not to think about the dampness she thought she felt.
She got the other strap off, but now came the really hard part. She had to use both hands to pull the jumpsuit over her breasts and down to her waist. Now she started squirming even more, bending forward and backward at the waist. With her feet planted firmly next to one another and her thighs pressed together as tight as she could manage, she stretched her leggings over her butt and down to her knees. But squeezing her legs could only do so much, and she felt a couple of warm dribbles in between her legs; this only made her more frantic.
Now she was naked from the thighs up; there was nothing to stop her from leaking even more. All that was left was to get her feet out so she could make her way over to the toilet, but that was easier said than done. As soon as she had gotten her jumpsuit down to her knees her hand shot back between her thighs. But she was greeted by more warmth and more pee escaping her. Her lips had remained sealed during this ordeal but she had been breathing rapidly through her nose the whole time. Now, as she tried desperately to stop the coming flood with her hand, she let out a series of short moans, almost whimpers. No matter how hard she squeezed or squirmed, more and more came coursing through her fingers, down her thighs and into her half-removed jumpsuit.
Eventually it became clear that her floodgates were open and there was no stopping. She removed her hand and her whole body went completely still, and the warm stream grew in strength. Her thighs still together, the pee flowed down and between her legs and onto her feet. As she relaxed, the stream grew stronger. She moved her legs apart slightly, and the pee was directed onto the floor, making a splattering sound as it hit the tile.
Peridot stood there dazed. This had never happened to her before, and the extreme desperation followed by intense relief gave her a sense of calm and peace she didn’t know was possible; she shivered and her breathing went from a rapid panting to slow and deep, even as the last couple drops left her. Her jumpsuit hung at her knees, part of it soaking in the puddle that she stood in. She was reminded of this when she took a step, and the sock-like feet of her outfit squelched and absorbed more pee. She sat down on the toilet, now useless for its intended purpose, and caught her breath. She peeled off her leggings and let her outfit fall into a wet pile on the floor. Though she couldn’t deny the physical bliss she had just experienced, she was still greatly annoyed by everything that had just happened. She glared at the puddle and the wet footprints she had created. This is going to require some serious cleanup.
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Lapis had heard everything. She hadn’t intended to listen in, but the frantic whimpers and the distinct hissing of liquid against tile told her that the contents of Peridot’s bladder had ended up somewhere other than the toilet. Oh god this isn’t what I wanted, I didn’t mean to do that! She walked over and slumped down on the couch. A minute ago she had never been more relaxed, but now the guilt for what she had done made her whole body feel heavy. I just wanted to have a little fun, but no matter what I do I end up hurting people! She thought about the last time she had had fun hurting someone, as Malachite. Maybe I really am a monster.
The sound of the shower running, and the distinct lack of the toilet flushing, dispelled any doubts about Peridot’s accident. A bit later she emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. As Peridot walked past her Lapis thought, See, she probably hates me! I was so cold to her when I first moved in, and now she just peed herself and it’s all my fault! But the look in Peridot’s eyes wasn’t exactly angry, more...focused, determined perhaps. Peridot’s matter-of-fact voice cut through her thoughts, “Lapis, I’m going to do a deep-clean of the bathroom. Its cleanliness has become…substandard.” Lapis didn’t reply. “Is that okay with you?”
In reality, this was less than okay. Between the time she spent the bath and the time since Peridot’s accident, Lapis had already been holding her pee two hours longer than she intended. The sounds of the shower hadn’t exactly helped ease her nerves either. “Yeah it’s okay,” she said, not making eye contact. She probably doesn’t want my help. I can wait for her, it’s the least I can do. At least the bathroom wasn’t too big, cleaning it wouldn’t take that long, right?
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It had been at least three hours since Peridot had sealed off the bathroom for cleaning. It’s fine. I can wait, Lapis kept telling herself. She had been sitting on the floor in front of Steven’s bed watching TV trying to pass the time, and to not think about pee, hers or anyone else’s. Fortunately, sitting made holding it easier. She could cross her legs comfortably, and not moving around at all meant that her bladder wouldn’t burst due to an unexpected jolt.
Is she really still cleaning? It’s like 11:00. Lapis had thought about asking if Peridot was almost done, but she didn’t want to bother her. Peridot had actually left the bathroom a few times over the course of the cleaning, probably to get more supplies from who knows where; Lapis probably could have gone during the time Peridot was out, but she didn’t want to risk interrupting her. She’s probably just embarrassed. I’ll just wait until I’m sure she’s done.
She looked back at the clock. Oh man, I already had to pee at like 6:00, and I still haven’t gotten to go. Lapis’ hand migrated under the waistband of her skirt and rested on the bare skin between her legs. This only made her more aware of how desperate she really was. The more she thought the more her bladder ached, as if it was being stretched beyond its limits. She then felt another pang of guilt. This must be how Peridot felt. This is probably her way of getting back at me, making me hold it now, guess I deserve it.
As if on cue, the bathroom door finally, finally opened and Peridot emerged for the final time. “Okay! The bathroom is done!” she announced. Lapis was a little startled and didn’t know what to say, so she said nothing. Peridot walked up the stairs, stopped next to Lapis, and repeated, “Okay! The bathroom is done!” in the exact same tone of voice. As Peridot got near her, Lapis quickly moved her hand out from her crotch and back to her side; she still didn’t want to be seen desperate to pee. As she did this however, the urge to pee suddenly got much stronger, like she was about to burst. She squeezed her legs together under her skirt and started moving her foot restlessly. Peridot didn’t seem to notice any of this. Lapis was still beating herself up about the trouble she caused, and felt small as Peridot stood next to her. “Oh, okay,” she said shyly.
Lapis waited until Peridot wasn’t looking to get up and begin her trek to the bathroom. As she stood up, she instantly felt more pain coming from her abdomen and froze in place. Oh…this might be harder than I thought. She took small steps, keeping her bare thighs pressed together, and trying to shift her weight as little as possible. Every step felt like a balancing act, like any sudden move could cause her to let it all out. She didn’t dare hold herself, not when Peridot might see her. She thought she felt herself leak a few times during the agonizingly slow walk, but she convinced herself to ignore it. After what felt like an eternity Lapis reached the bathroom, which looked exactly as clean as it had earlier that day, and gently closed the door.
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Instantly Lapis’ demeanor completely changed. She let out a huge sigh, leaned against the door, and slid her hand back under her skirt and squeezed between her thighs. As she rested her butt against the door she leaned forward and crossed her legs tightly, with one foot up in the air bouncing up and down. It was a good thing she hadn’t been holding herself earlier, otherwise she may have had a conspicuous dark patch on the front of her dress.
All she had to do was slip out of her skirt and sit down on the toilet. God, this must’ve been torture for Peridot, her outfit must be a nightmare to get off when you really have to pee. With her free hand, Lapis slid her skirt down over her hips and onto her feet. She uncrossed her legs and kicked the skirt out in front of her. Clenching her teeth, she could barely focus on making it to the toilet. She jammed her other hand into her crotch, and she could feel another leak or two slip between her fingers. But that didn’t matter, now she could just rush over there and let loose. Her bare thighs slid past one another as she took one step, two…
She never made it. As she dashed towards relief, Lapis didn’t notice her skirt on the floor right in her path. Her foot caught it at just the wrong angle and it caused her to slip, throwing her completely off balance. She instinctively put her hands out to break her fall, but she still landed hard on her butt, only a few feet away from being able to let everything out into the toilet. With her legs spread in front of her, the impact of the fall, and her hands no longer clamped down on her bladder, there was nothing to hold back the tide. A small spurt appeared between her legs, and then everything came out in full force.
When she realized what was happening Lapis gave up; she was peeing on the floor and there was nothing she could do about it. She relaxed her entire body as she let out the torrent of pee she was holding in. It hit the floor in front of her and pooled around where she was sitting. With the hiss of the stream hitting the bathroom floor at point-blank range, the immediate feeling of emptiness in her abdomen, and the warmth of the liquid all over her legs and butt, Lapis actually felt herself enjoying this situation quite a bit, in spite of the knowledge that she was peeing all over herself. For a moment, she forgot all about her gloominess and about Peridot; she was back in the warm bath and didn’t have to think about anyone or anything. She let out a deep breath she didn’t know she was holding, and a shiver ran through her entire body.
After the stream slowed to a trickle, Lapis sat there motionless, taking in the warmth of the puddle she was sitting in, and everything else that had just happened. She had never felt relief quite as satisfying as this in her life, but she also felt humbled and ashamed. This was probably exactly what had happened to Peridot, and now Lapis had brought it on herself too. “Hah...hahaha...” she started to laugh at herself. Yep! This is it, this is what I get! You got me back, Peridot! We’re even! She still didn’t get up from the puddle of pee and sighed again, What am I doing?
Still smiling at herself she finally stood up and started to clean up the mess she had made. It was a good thing Peridot had left behind some cleaning product on the counter, and a good thing she was a gem with water powers. She turned on the shower and quickly brought over a surge of soap and water to wash the floor, before swirling it around and directing it all back into the shower and down the drain. Time for another shower, maybe a shorter one this time.
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The next time Lapis saw Peridot was the next morning, after Lapis had gotten some sleep and cooled her head. Lapis stood in the kitchen and aimlessly opened the fridge. She looked the remaining soda cans in the fridge, there were plenty left. They could keep on drinking them, but they had lost their appeal. Avoiding flooding the floor was more important than some dumb tradition she had with Peridot.
Apparently Peridot agreed; she walked up to Lapis’ side and said, “You know, this ‘soda’ has lost its appeal. The aluminum cans may have some utility but the liquid inside is actually completely useless.” Peridot lowered her voice slightly, “You probably don’t know this, but ingesting this substance can have some...unintended side effects.”
Okay you can drop the act, Lapis thought. You don’t have to pretend you don’t know. “Peridot,” she said out loud, “I’m sorry.” I peed myself too, I learned my—
“For what?”
Oh come on, now you’re just—wait, does she really not know? About anything? About me making her wait, or when I…there’s no way. The look Peridot gave was genuine. The sparkle in her eyes was back, or maybe it had never left. Peridot had never been mad at her, and she certainly hadn’t planned for Lapis to have an accident of her own, if she even knew about that at all. Lapis stayed silent for a second and then fumbled for a response, “For uh...not...realizing that sooner! I mean come on, I really thought that this stuff was good for you?! And you believed me?!”
They both laughed. Lapis had been getting used to hearing Peridot laugh at the dumbest things, and it was certainly a welcome sound right now. Neither one of them touched the soda cans again, and the bathroom sat unused, and perfectly clean, for the rest of their stay. |
"Alright,Miss Ida. Are you ready to continue?"
"Yeah! Of course!" Marina said. Wearing the more casual clothing she wore during the Hare VS Tortoise springfest. But instead of her usual kicks,she was wearing some Toni Kensa branded shoes. The Toni Kensa company had called Off the Hook for a collaboration,which the duo was more than happy to accept. The esteemed duo of idols were going to do a photoshoot with various of the Kensa products. Pearl was doing her shoot somewhere else,So marina was alone with all the camera Squid.
"Alright,Miss Ida! If you could stand in front of that slide..." The camera Squid said. Marina did as she was told and posed in front of the slide. The photographer took a picture and gave her a thumbs up.
"Perfect. Now if you could uncross your legs and place your hand on your hips...."
"Sure." Marina said,hesitant at first. She complied and the picture was taken. After which,she crossed her legs yet again and had both hands on her sides while bobbing her body up and down.
"Oooh,How many photos are there left? I need to go!" Marina whined internally. The beverages the crew had offered were delicious,but they filled up her "Ink tank" pretty quickly. She was starting to regret drinking all those cups and the lack of bathroom in sight made her feel even more nervous with each passing minute.
"Now if you could just place your left foot over there."
Marina raised her legs,gritting her teeth at the momentary increase of pain her body. She felt like her bladder was just a few seconds away from giving up on her,But she kept that pose and use every bit of her strength to hold back the flood. Once the picture was taken,she immediately lowered her legs and crossed them again.
"Excellent,now please come with me over here..."
Marina followed the photographer until they reached the next spot. While he had his back turned,Marina used her hands to try and ease the pressure. To very little avail.
"Alright,now if you could sit over here." Marina once again complied and sat down with her legs crossed.
"Oh! I actually hadn't considered that one! Good pose,Miss Ida!" The photographer said.
"T-Thanks,Marina said while smiling. The photographer took a picture and Marina got up. Her eyes widened as she felt a spurt escape into her panties.
"Oh! No! No! No! I need to hold it!" Marina thought,crossing her legs even tighter.
"Excellent. Now let's try the next product!" The photographer said as he pulled out another Toni Kensa Shirt and threw it at Marina. Marina panicked for a second but caught the shirt. She quickly hid her free hand behind her shirt and used her hand to squeeze her crotch.
"You can use the bathroom over there to change your clothes." The photographer said.
"Oh thank you..." Marina said incredibly relieved. The photographer gave her a funny look.
"...Umm,thank you for suggesting. I didn't know where i was supposed to go for a second." Marina said as she sheepishly backed away from the photographer. She steadily but stiffly walked over to the bathroom and entered the ladies room. Upon entering,her eyes widened in horror. The bathroom was an absolute mess. There was trash everywhere and a bunch of stains. Some of them looked like they were ink,which confused Marina considering Octoling and Inkling ink was known to disappear after a few minutes.
Wave of pressure went through her body,causing Marina to bend over and cross her legs. She couldn't afford to hold it until they reached a cleaner bathroom and she certainly was not about to go into the boys room. Especially not with the photographer right there to see it all. She took a deep breath and entered the nearest stall. Upon closing the door,She hung the shirt on the door knob. She then hastily grabbed some toilet paper and placed it onto the seat while shaking her hips. She hastily unbuttoned her pants and pulled down her panties. She then bent over and took a few steps back. She relaxed and let out all the pee she had been holding since the photoshoot started.
"Oooooh....cod! That feels so much better!" Marina said with a very relieved look on her face. Her voice slightly echoed inside the empty bathroom. Marina put her hands on her knees to avoid losing her balance. she closed her eyes and lowered her head as she continued to empty her ink tank. She raised her head and looked around.
"Man. I've heard of inking your Splat Zone,but this is a whole level of nasty." Marina said as she stared at the stall she was in. Thankfully,she didn't have to stay in the stall for very long. She felt her stream getting weaker and she reached for some toilet paper. After wiping herself,she tossed it in the toilet bowl and carefully removed the toilet paper on the seat. Once that was done,she flushed and pulled her panties back up. She felt a slight wetness in her panties,causing her to let out a sigh. She was just about to leave the bathroom until she remembered the 2nd reason she came here.
"Oh! Right! The shirt!" Marina said as she grabbed the shirt from the door and changed into it. She then looked into the mirror and smiled. The shirt looked pretty good on her. Before leaving,she did a pose in front of her reflection. Off the Hook's signature pose.
"Don't get cooked! Stay off the hook!" |
Part 1
Cousin Shirley
So this is the story of my wonderful cousin Shirley and our agreed upon challenge to hold in her pee to unbearable lengths.
Shirley was born a beautiful blonde girl to a household of mostly men. Her parents had had four sons before Shirley was born, and the household subsequently featured a noticeably masculine atmosphere featuring the camouflages, the hunting rifles, the fishing rods, the budweiser beer signs glowing at lighting fixtures in the hallway, just about all of the usual set dressing that comes with the majority of the households at Blythe County West Virginia. Whether by nature or by nurture, a debate that occurred on many less than serious dinner table sessions and drunken nights around the bonfire with family, Shirley emerged as a bit of a tomboy at a very early age. Nowhere to be found in little Shirley’s room were the Barbies, the princesses, the frilly pink dresses and the pink play cars of most little girls in the area she was from, instead, Shirley’s room was decked out in much the same manner as the rest of the house, camouflage, a steel guitar mounted on a wall beside a meatloaf poster (her father’s touch to her room), G.I. Joe dolls, fishing boots in the closet, but where was Shirley to be found in this oddly masculine room? Nowhere to be found. Shirley was out hunting and fishing with the boys.
Shirley was raised with a tough-as-nails, country girl demeanor, accompanied with the typical Southern, West Virginia accent of Blythe County. Though my mother had originally come from this same area, we moved up to New England years ago and I therefore had so little connection to the culture of West Virginia, that I often had to stifle a laugh when someone with an especially thick accent would let out a, “Well, Shucks!” a “Golleee!” or a classic, “Would you shut your pie-hole?!”. The whole thing was a bit of a carnival, visiting West Virginia, and I always viewed the place with a sort of detached, but not malicious, humor and amusement.
We’d attend a family reunion of some sort or another down in West Virginia every two or three years or so, and one of the unexpected consequences of these frequent visits was that I was treated to a fast track phantasmagoria of Shirley growing up through all of the awkward stages of childhood and adolescence, culminating finally in the gorgeous, and surprisingly, gorgeously feminine, young woman that she was turning out to be. I want to be clear here, this isn’t to suggest that Shirley had taken to wearing lacey plaid dresses, women’s sweaters and ribbons in her hair, her outward fashion sense was still as masculine and “redneck” as ever, but boy oh boy had this girl’s physique changed and developed over the years. At the ripe young age of 19, Shirley now had flowing blonde hair that reached past her shoulders when down, but she dutifully kept her hair tied tightly behind her head in a taut bun, military style. She had large round breasts, which she almost never showed off, kept hidden behind large, baggy, plaid flannel shirts, keeping with her “mountain girl” style, which often flowed behind her, covering her gorgeous ass which she often kept tightly encased in camouflage-patterned leggings, painted onto Shirley’s round derriere, stopping just above her knees on both legs. Long thick wool socks and hiking boots were her typical footwear of choice, in line with her exorbitant routine of physical activity.
Yes sir, Shirley had grown into a fine young woman, passing through puberty with ridiculous abundance. Gone was the nearly androgynous looking tomboy of a child she once was. Now Shirley had much more of a camoed out Jessica Simpson look. Large round breasts and a ridiculously toned body developed not from hours on the treadmill like most by-attending girls in her highschool, but instead from rigorous, outdoor survivalist-type activities, always much more intense and extreme even than most of the guy’s workouts of the young men she knew. Whereas most girls were happy to show off tamed thighs built strong from treadmill and elliptical sessions, Shirley’s mountain climbing workouts had the advantage of verticality, and the result was Shirley’s sublimely round, gorgeous toned, mouthwatering ass, a large, beautiful ass like Kelsi Monroe’s infamously round ass, and Shirley had another advantage over the other local girls, Shirley didn’t wear skirts, instead, her ass was displayed in tight shorts and tight leggings on a nearly constant basis as she trounced to and fro down the highschool locker hallways. Guys always drooled over the Shirley’s butt on the days when she donned her camouflage legging shorts, the green pattern waving and sashaying on her gorgeously tight butt-cheeks as she walked down the halls, an ass of the woods, the camouflage pattern suggested, the ass of a girl in a secret woodsy cabin you might luckily stumble upon on a hunting excursion, the ass of a fantasy redneck country girl these guys would happily “wifey-up” with if only they could get a date with her, the ass of a mystical “woman of the wood”, nature’s booty, walking away on this ridiculously sexy, hunter barbie doll with the great big Jessica Simpson smile and mane of blonde hair. Many boys relished the opportunity to walk behind Shirley as she descended a flight of stairs, drinking in the view of her delicious butt from below as her taut legs and sweet ass climbed upwards just feet before their eyes. Shirley knew she attracted looks, but couldn’t care less, always the tough girl, and almost never the flirt. Plenty of “Shirley you'll give me you’re number, right?”s and “Shirley I can take you out for sweet tea”s came Shirley’s way from the awkward teen boys of her neighborhood and school on a fairly constant basis. “That joke stopped being funny with Airplane” Shirley would retort.
So then, to go ahead and address some questions that may be haunting you, dear reader, was I attracted to my sexy cousin Shirley? Well, yes, I “Shirley” was. Did I feel conflicted about this attraction? The answer is also yes, for as taboo as this attraction seemed to me at the time, and still does now, all I can say is that if you ever had any family member that looked like Shirley, well then maybe, just maybe, you might understand, and might even have some fetishistic attraction and relatability to this very story right now, for after all, why else would you continue reading? You don’t have to answer that, if you don't want to, dear reader…
Our family had long had a tradition of renting a campground spot for our family reunions, they were always cheaper, and arguably more fun than your typical long distance road trip full of hotel rooms and expensive dinners. We were into the great outdoors, and pointless though it may have seemed to some, we nearly always rented a campground spot in the State of West Virginia itself, as though we were on a mission to try all them “right here at home” before allowing ourselves to move on to a different state with different spots. I never minded much, as it was always a novelty to me, being anywhere in West Virginia at all, in that we were coming from up north and out of state every time. This particular family reunion was a bit different however, as it seemed that with the advent and proliferation of “Air BnB”, all of the “adults” (my parents’ generation), had reached an age, or a level of money and the ensuing level of comfort, to now prefer renting a house near the campground while they allowed all of “us kids” to do the camping in the wilderness all on our own now. This prospect didn’t much bother us, as it meant that we could likely be freer and looser out in the woods, could smoke weed and talk about raunchy topics, could drink and laugh and carouse and be free of judgement out in the woods, and it also meant that we’d now have a secure, locked location in which to store some of our more valuable belongings if we so chose.
We’d been driving on the road all day long, since early that morning when we left New England, and had reached West Virginia and were close to the campground, but had been lost on thin woodsy Appalachian mountain roads for the past half an hour now, and to top it all off, my mom had been complaining about “needing the ladies room” with increasing frequency while my dad looked just stared ahead stupefied as he drove. Where was the campsite? This campground was new to us, and it had a reputation of being “gloriously lost in the hollows” and “hard to get to”. This proved to be an understatement to my father, and his frustration as the car wound around the twisting mountain roads was almost as palpable as my mother’s increasing need to pee, which she reluctantly displayed by shifting constantly in her seat, resulting in annoying squeaky sounds on the seat’s leather upholstery, tapping her fingers quickly on her thighs below her denim mom-shorts, letting out loud sighs of frustration, accompanied by utterances such as,
“Goddd, all that sweet tea. Im about to blast off…” as she fanned her thighs in and out, or,
“What? do people never pee around here?”
“Ugghhh, I really need the restroom, John.” (my dad), or, perhaps my favorite moment, as she all but intentionally gave my dad a big round of applause with the loud slapping sounds of her clapping thighs, my dad finally asks,
“Do you wanna pee in the woods, Susan?” at which my mom quickly grabbed her crotch with a tight squeeze, uttering a frantic sounding,
“Oh, please don’t say pee right now.”
She held herself for a precious two seconds through her shorts before removing her hand, gripping the seat beside her tightly, while the males in the car just ignored her desperate need. Wow, my mom really needs to piss, I thought to myself. If only she were a stranger this might actually be hot, though with it being my mother, a slim, attractive woman in her forties though she was, it was hard to see this scenario in much of a very “sexy” way at all, but if interested in a visual representation of my mother, lets just say she strongly resembled actress Kathryn Hann, a comparison she often gets, and on this day as we drove through the woods, she donned a cotton white button down short sleeved shirt, denim “mom-shorts”, and a very worried looking facial expression and fidgety composure that screamed “I need to PISS and I just can’t hide it.”
My dad pulled the car to a slow stop when we reached a large wooden sign finally, painted with arrows of differing directions, presumably indicating areas of the campground we were looking for. As my dad squinted throughout he windshield for a long moment, my mom squeezed her denim-clad crotch tightly once more and held herself for several seconds.
“Ohhhhhh, God, I need to pee, John!” she quickly turned back to me in the back seat. “Do you need to pee, Alex?!” before I could answer (and what would it matter?) she turned back to my dad, gripping his sleeve, “I need to pee so badly, John.”
“Calm down, Susan, we’re clearly nearly there, and they said they'd be out here waiting to meet us!” my dad replied with annoyance to his desperate-to-pee wife.
“They’re not here! I need to go somewhere.” and here, my mom actually unbuckled her seatbelt and reached for her car door handle, as if to open her door, however, my dad was already turning the car down the road saying,
“Hornton Campground, this way.” as the car again began careening down the thin, woodsy, dirt road.
HONK!!! A loud car honk had us all jolt to the right with sudden surprise, my mother letting out a loud, “Oh!” as she grabbed her crotch tightly for a couple of seconds. We all turned and saw, parked in a little removed nook in the woodsy road, Uncle Ronnie and Aunt Linda sitting in the front seat of their mini van, wearing funny looking costumes. Costumes you might be asking? Yes, for reasons which I was to learn of several minutes later, Ronnie and Linda decided to mark their new retirement as a pleasant chapter of their lives that came with a much more relaxed, goofy, youthful playfulness that extended all the way to dressing up like Wizard of Oz characters, it here being Scarecrow and Dorothy. My aunt Linda, my mom’s sister, strongly resembled actress Angie Harmon, but with dark red hair as opposed to dark brown. Today she had her hair in long braids like Dorothy from Wizard of Oz, and was wearing Dorothy’s classic blue-plaid farm girl dress. Linda looked annoyed to the point of near anger as we pulled up however, very out-of-character with Dorothy’s usual, farm girl beatific charm, as written by the great L. Frank Baum. Her husband, my uncle Ronnie, as I was to learn later, had felt that when Linda did her braids that morning, unbeknownst to her, she’d resembled Dorothy from Wizard of Oz, and he had then taken it upon himself to insist that he and his wife “be young again” and lean into the silly visual comparison, and that they’d actually gone out to GoodWill and Savers all morning as well as Party City, before departing on the two hour drive out to meet us near the campground and rental house. Ronnie was made up and dressed up as a ridiculous looking scarecrow, beside his Dorothy-looking wife in the front seat of their mini van. This vehicle had two more rows of seats behind them, where I saw my cousin Shirley, as well has her friend Sarah, her boyfriend Mark, and another girl about our age (Shirley was 19, I was 21) that I hadn’t met before, with very short hair, wearing a hokey looking cowboy hat and old western-cowboy looking vest. Shirley’s brothers were absent of course, as they'd all left home for their military careers.
As my aunt Linda (my mom’s sister) lowered her window, sitting passenger in the front seat beside Ronnie at the wheel, my dad smiled a big, boisterous smile seeing their ridiculous Wizard of Oz costumes. His joyful mood was quickly interrupted by Linda however, as she immediately and frantically exclaimed, looking extremely distressed,
“Where have you guy been?! We’ve been waiting here more than an hour and I need to pee like a goddamn racehorse!”
“Oh my god, please don’t say pee, sister, you have no idea!” My mom exclaimed with a laugh from the front seat.
“What, Susie needs to pee too!?” Ronnie asked with a big, amused looking smile from behind the wheel.
“Oh you know women, Ron, theres always gotta be something to complain about.” my dad replied, as my mom slapped him on the arm.
“Can we just get to the house?!” Linda exclaimed in annoyance to her husband. Ronnie put the mini-van into drive and began to drive the vehicle forward.
“Ill just follow you” my dad said, before following suit. And as we followed their car through the woodsy campground, my dad said to my mom, “See, you’re not alone, both you Harris (my mom’s maiden name) girls need the ladies room. Is that any consolation?”
“Just please hurry, John.” my mother whimpered frantically underneath the loud clapping sound of her thighs slapping against each other, looking like a swiftly-chopping pair of scissors, and her knuckles turned white gripping the hanging handle from the car’s roof beside her head, as she whimpered a quiet, muffled,
“Ohhh I’m gonna peeeee…” between strained breathing through clenched teeth.
All around us, various different families and campers were setting up tents to and fro, retrieving coolers and picnic blankets from the trunks of their cars, fishing rods, charcoal, beers, all sorts of jolly, in-the-woods items of intrigue, activity and glee. As we drove, my mom’s legs kept slapping against each other, but she seemed determined not to hold herself like a little girl, being a woman of forty-six years of age now. Still, she looked like she were right on the verge of pissing her denim shorts, and the clapping sound of her thighs was so loud you’d think even the people outside could hear my mother’s thigh-applause.
“Oh goddd, I’m gonna pee. I’m about to pee, John.” she said to her husband.
Just then, following Ronnie and Linda’s mini van in front of us, the road turned out of the woods completely as we came upon the big lake that was featured as being part of the campground. The lake also featured several lakeside houses, big, nice, two-story rentals that were clearly developed as a summer-tourist money making scheme, much to the happiness and convenience of retirees, even early retirees like Ronnie and Linda, as one of these lakeside houses was clearly the property we were renting for this little family vacation. Upper-middle class looking families in khakis and pastel polos were bringing in their luggage to their respective homes, there were young people tossing back a frisbee in the front lawns of one of the houses, people drinking beers looking out over the glorious lake view, happy families enjoying summer sojourns by the lake, everywhere.
Finally, Ron’s van pulled into one of the driveways and my mother nearly flew out of the car as the vehicles pulled to a stop.
“Oh my god, is this the house?!” she asked, as without waiting for a reply, she ran up the wooden stairs to the front door of the house. Linda shot out of the mini van and followed suit. My mother, stepping from foot to foot frantically in her flip flops on the front porch of the house, gripped the doorknob and stamped her foot in frustration finding it obviously locked. She turned back to us.
“Who has the key?!” she whimpered loudly. Linda meanwhile, I’d noticed, was actually squeezing her crotch through her little blue-plaid Dorothy dress, the hemline of her dress being short enough to show off the back of Linda’s long tanned thighs, almost short enough to catch a glimpse of my aunt’s infamously taut (she worked out a lot) behind. Linda was also stepping back and forth from foot to foot as she let out frustrated sighs, her Dorothy braids waving in the wind as she stepped in circles on the front porch. Linda spent lots of time suntanning these days and was quite the fox for her age. Two sexy sisters in their mid forties, a Kathryn Hann lookalike and an Angie Harmon dressed as a slutty looking Dorothy from Wizard of Oz, both huffing and puffing and walking in circles, yearning to get inside the house and empty their overly full bladders.
Shirley got out of the van next, looking more gorgeous than I’d ever seen her. She sported a plaid flannel shirt like usual, but she’d tied the lower half of the shirt behind her, exposing her gorgeously tanned midriff, her belly button winking, and she’d also rolled up the sleeves of her shirt in the warm, summery air, showing off tanned forearms from weeks outside in the sunny summer haze. She had on her usual camouflage-legging-shorts, tight as ever on her muscular thighs.
“Good to see you cousin!” Shirley said to me with her Southern accent and her great big Jessica Simpson toothy smile, before embracing me tightly in a hug, smashing her breasts against me through our shirts.
“Alex! Good to see you, partner!” said Mark, Shirley’s friends’ long time friend, and boyfriend of her friend Sarah, as he stepped out of the mini van.
“Hey man!” I said with a smile back to him.
“You remember Sarah and Mark, of course. This is my friend Maxine.” Shirley said, gesturing to a pretty girl in a campy, 50s western style cowboy hat as Maxine, as it were, stepped around the mini van from the other side with a smile and extended a hand to shake mine. Maxine, one would have thought, also donned a costume that day, and boy did she look as silly as the Scarecrow and Dorothy. Maxine had a pretty smile, and a very short, boyish haircut underneath her big white, almost cartoonish-looking, cowboy hat. She wore a glittery white and blue cowgirl vest, if you will, and tiny little sequined turquoise short shorts that barely covered her long, thin, pale legs, all leading down to big, flashy, white cowboy boots. She later explained to me that she was trying to look like Cyndi Wood, and in particular her appearance in Apocalypse Now, in the infamous sequence of the film wherein Cyndi Wood, and two other playboy playmates, were flown in in helicopters in sexy little outfits for the entertainment of the Vietnam war soldiers. Other than Maxine wearing a vest rather than Cyndi Wood’s bikini top, the resemblance was uncanny. Maxine’s vest showed off her stomach and I had to admire her thin waist and long legs in her sexy, flashy little shorts.
“Well, howdy, cowgirl!” I said to Maxine, taking her hand in mine, greeting her for the first time. She took my hand and pulled me in close for a hug, and I couldn’t help but admire just how soft and smooth this young girls’ skin was as I caressed her back, just below her little cowgirl vest, while we hugged.
“Howdy! I know, right?” Maxine said, motioning over herself, admiring her own get-up.
“Maxine’s my friend from DC, and when she heard we were gonna be roughing it out in the woods of West Virginia, she said she was gonna get a cowgirl outfit to…” here Shirley did air-quotes “play the part” with us out in the woods!” Shirley laughed, saying this.
“Well I’ve never been to the South!” Maxine said, doing a little cowboy dance in her ridiculous looking outfit. “My parents are film buffs, and this is my mom’s old esoteric Halloween costume that nobody ever got! She’d explain time and time again, I’m Cyndi Wood from Apocalypse Now!”
“Love that movie.” I said.
“Believe it or not, she decided to dress up like a southerner” Shirley gestured to Maxine. “or whatever this is, completely separately from them dressing up in their Wizard of Oz outifts.” Shirley said, motioning towards our parents.
I turned and looked, my dad was hugging his brother in law, my Uncle Ronnie, dressed up in a whole scarecrow costume, head to toe, bellowing out a great big laugh in the driveway, while my mom and aunt Linda in her little Dorothy dress and braids, were frantically dancing a tight-stepped, desperate looking pee-dance on the wooden front porch of the house, just outside the front door, Linda openly clutching her crotch through her plaid blue Dorothy dress, while my mom urgently stepped from foot to foot clenching her hands in fists just beside her legs, clearly fighting hard against the urge to hold herself openly in front of all of us, never mind the neighbors. People were outside grilling on the lawn of the house just next to ours, only meters away, and had given us small waves as we’d pulled in the driveway earlier. Gone were all of the trees that could have been used for cover, there was no hiding in this sunny neighborhood, full of American citizens on their well earned summer vacations.
“Where are the keys, Ron?!” Linda snapped at her husband.
“They’re here somewhere in a little box is what the landlord said! It should be in plain sight somewhere!” uncle Ronnie replied from the driveway, looking around at the facade of the house.
“Look!” I said, pointing. There was a little plastic box on the front of the house behind a chair on the porch down low, and the adults seemed to be unable to see it, so I ran ahead up the stairs of the porch, crouching down showing the little box. As I stepped onto the porch, Linda let go of her crotch and gave me a hug.
“How you doing Linda?” I asked as I pulled away from her and crouched by the lock box, a little number pad attached to it at the top.
“My teeth are floating in urine, that’s how I’m doing.” she said as she turned away from me and began walking in quick tight circles, unable to stand still for a second.
“What’s the code?!” I hollered out. “There’s a number code to open the box!”
“Code?” Ronnie said, pulling out his phone. “Here, let me check the text!”
“Goddamn you, Ron! You said we could get right in!” snapped Linda.
“Watch your tone, young ma’am!” Ron said, sarcastically. As I was crouched down beside the little lock box, I turned and was pleasantly surprised with the sight of aunt Linda’s tight sexy legs beneath the hemline of her shorts frilly dress, and because of my eye level and the way she was holding herself tightly through the dress, the hemline had ridden up even further, exposing the bottoms her her gloriously tanned butt cheeks as she stepped frantically around the porch. My mother meanwhile was standing in place moving her legs like she were on some sort of elliptical machine in a gym, and had taken to biting her forefinger tightly between clenched teeth and frustrated sounding sighs of desperation.
“Here, let me call the landlord.” Ron said, bringing the phone up to his ear.
“Oh my god!” Linda said, looking around the bright open, exposed neighborhood. “I really can't wait, I have to pee under the house.” Linda said, looking down at the the concrete pillars holding up the house and the narrow space beneath the house. As it was a lakeside foundation, the house was raised off of the ground several feet in case of flooding, I suppose. There was a small, dark, cavernous space beneath the house.
“What are you talking about, pee under the house, Linda?” my mother asked in seeming annoyance, looking over to her sister who was now stepping quickly down the stairs.
“Exactly what I said, theres nowhere else to go. Everyone can see us.” Linda said, motioning out to all of the various neighbors and lakeside campers in the distance around us. “And I have got to pee right now.”
The rest of us young kids just watched in disbelief at the desperate antics of our mothers.
“What’s the code, Ron?” my mom snapped at uncle Ronnie, still listening to the phone. He brought the phone down from his ear, saying,
“No answer. We’ll have to wait. Honey, what are you doing?” Ron said, looking over to Linda walking around beside the staircase, holding herself through her dress as she eyeballed the space beneath the house’ raised foundation.
“I need somewhere to pee, Ron, or I’m gonna piss myself. I need you to help me.” she said, turning to me with urgency clear in her eyes and tone of voice.
“With what?” I asked.
“Come down here.” she said, beckoning me quickly with one hand. I rushed down the stair over to her.
“Honey, there’s snakes under there!” Ron yelled as he called the landlord again with his cell phone.
“Oh my god” Linda said to me, stepping from foot to foot beside the house, looking at the space underneath. My mother, meanwhile had taken to holding herself with one hand, tightly through her shorts, while squatting down next to the lock box, waiting to enter the code.
Mark, Sarah, Shirley and Maxine, meanwhile just watched nervously and speechlessly from the driveway, none of them quite knowing what to do or say. Ronnie just sighed in frustration as he brought the phone away from his ear again.
“No answer.” he said.
Linda was now holding herself underneath her dress, exposing her sexy, red lingerie panties beneath her fingers.
“Look, aunt Linda, I’m sure we can ask the neighbors if you can use their toilet, you don’t have to pee under the house.” I said, feeling genuinely bad for my desperate, but sexy Aunt.
“Just hold this dress and crouch in front of me, I can’t wait.” she said as she quickly forced my hand to grab the hemline of her Dorothy dress, and quickly exclaimed, “Squat down. Down here, Alex!” as she brought herself down to a squat, unable to wait for me to follow, her entire legs and red pantied crotch were on display as I held up her dress. I quickly kneeled down in front of her, doing my best at “covering” for her as I watched my Aunt Linda frantically grip her red thong and pull it several inches to the side of her tight, shaved little pussy and LET LOOSE an absolute TORRENT of urine onto the ground sending a volley of splashing little beadles of piss that I could feel splashing onto my exposed shins as I kneeled before her in shorts. Linda’s pussy was pissing a fierce volley of piss, clearly the result of holding it for several hours, and her face had a beatific look of relief mixed with agony.
“Oh my godddddd, oh my goddddddd” Linda uttered between long sighs of relief as she peed and peed away, finally getting the relief she needed.
Just then Ronnie’s phone rang. “Oh hey, here’s the landlord!” He answered, “Hello, yes, Im here and we just need the code to get into the lockbox for the key.”
My mother meanwhile was watching him like a hawk, just waiting for the code. Linda was still pissing fiercely and noisily into the ground below her squatting figure. The others just shuffled around chuckling nervously with the awkwardness of the situation.
“4 3 1 5!” uncle Ronnie finally called out to my mom. Linda meanwhile was just finishing up peeing by now, her vagina dribbling loosely. She shook herself dry, as dry as she could, before allowing her thong to snap back into place over her sexy milf pussy as she put her hands on my shoulders as the two of us stood up, finally. “Thank you, sorry for that.” she said with a sheepish smile and a final sigh of relief.
“It’s okay, Linda.” I said, smiling to my pretty Aunt.
My mom entered the code, and the key fell into her palm. She frantically stood up, stepping from foot to foot as her shaking hand struggled to get the key inside the lock. Finally she got it in, turned it, unlocked the door and quickly pushed it open. I stepped back up the stairs, Linda following behind me as my mother ran down the front hallway of the house, frantically opening doors, looking inside, a closet here, the kitchen there, where was the bathroom?! The others began to ascend the steps behind me as I entered the house, just as my mother located a restroom at the end of the hall. She shoved the door shut behind her so hard it bounced back open and I witnessed my mother pulling her shorts down to her ankles, exposing her big motherly bottom, before whipping around and planting herself firmly on the toilet seat, as she immediately began pissing fiercely and loudly into the water below.
“Oh my god, please come and close the door, Alex! Come on!” my mother said to me with complete embarrassment, clearly not wanting to be seen peeing in front of all the others, her sister Linda’s display several minutes earlier notwithstanding. I quickly rushed over to the restroom, reached in and grabbed the doorknob as I helplessly got a good long look at my mother’s slightly hairy, beautifully pissing vagina. She self-consciously brought her thighs together to cover herself as I stepped inside the small restroom to pull the door closed. Her face was a mix of desperate relief and embarrassment as she pissed noisily into the water, directly in front of me, her son. I pulled the door shut and turned back just as the others were entering the house.
“Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed, I really couldn’t hold it any longer.” Linda said with a sheepish smile to the others. Maxine and Shirley were admiring the interior of the foyer as I walked down the hall back over to them.
“That would never happen to us guys, right John?” Ronnie said, giving my dad a small, playful “punch” on the arm. “We know how to keep our composure and manage ourselves.” he said, with glee.
“Well, apparently you can’t even manage google maps.” Linda retorted. “How did you guys get so lost getting over here?! I was bursting to pee for over an hour! Ronnie just kept saying, five more minutes, five more minutes. Ridiculous!” Linda said with a more congenial tone now.
“Whatever, never woulda happened to us.” Ronnie repeated once more.
“Alright, now speak for yourself there, dad. I can hold it as long as any of the boys I know, I guarantee it.” Shirley said.
“Oh bullshit.” said Mark. “No girl hand hold their pee like a guy. Why do you think theres always such a line at the ladies rooms. Men and women are built differently, no shame in it, but aint no way a girl can hold it like a guy can. Girls always have to pee.” Mark said with a laugh as he cracked open a beer he’d grabbed from a cooler in the mini van.
“I bet I can out hold you any day of the week!” Shirley said, with playful tone in her voice.
“Pshhht! How bout today?!” Mark said. “No one pees til the other one caves!” he said.
“No problem. Game on.” Shirley replied.
“Wait here then!” Mark said, turning out of the house.
“What? What now, Shirley? You’re seriously gonna have a holding contest? What for, Shirley?” said Sarah in amused disbelief.
“Shirley you cant be serious?!” quipped Maxine in her little Cyndi Wood cowboy outfit.
Mark re-entered the house with an armful of cold beer cans.
“Keep it fair” he said, handing a beer to Shirley. “You gotta drink at the same rate as me.” he said.
“Game on.” Shirley said once again, cracking open her beer, the beer foaming up, nearly spilling over the small metallic lip of the can, nearly, a metaphor for what was to follow for the rest of the night. Shirley brought the can to her pretty lips, and took a long sip.
“Yall want beers too?” Mark asked around, distributing the cans equitably, to happy, receptive hands all around.
My mother meanwhile emerged from the restroom with a smile and another great big sigh of relief. “Ahh, so much better.” she said as she rejoined the other adults, at that point busy admiring the wainscoting around the living room interior just adjacent to the foyer.
We all cheersed our beers together merrily and took a nice long gulp, each of us together.
“So when are we going over to the campsite?” I finally asked...
TO BE CONTINUED...
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PART 2
“So when are we going over to the campsite?” I finally asked, the whole idea here being once again that we were going to go over and pitch tents in a designated area back in the woodsy campground section of the park, while “the adults” vacationed at this nice, comfortable lake house, like the “old fogies” that they were.
“Why not head there now and start setting up?” Mark asked.
“There’s bags with extra blankets and stuff in the car by the hotdog buns, just so you guys know!” my Aunt Linda hollered.
“Finish these beers first?” I asked.
“Bottoms up.” said Sarah, and we all proceeded to chug our beers to the last drop before turning to each other with buzzed smiles, crunching our metal cans in clenched fists with satisfying strength and power. We discarded our empty beer cans into the kitchen garbage and told the adults that we were gonna head over to the campsite. They offered us a ride back over, and were very much obliged.
We arrived at the other campsite, retrieved our tents, coolers and other essential camping items from the trunks of our cars before our parents again departed for the lake house. As Mark began pitching his tent, he scraped it against some low-hanging tree branches, and it was only then that the true reality of the our great outdoors, woodsy environment set in over us. I got lots of nice long glances at Maxine’s tight little butt in her sequined shorts, the shorts being so small that her butt cheeks were clearly visible and on display whenever she turned away from me. She was a hottie for sure, a little too thin for my taste, having a body once again lithe like Cyndi Wood in Apocalypse Now, and her sexy bending and snapping up as she worked to pull the tent free of the packaging it came in came with lots of glorious quivers of her thighs, and her nice pert behind as well. Shirley’s camp-covered ass kept bending over all over the place to, and I couldn't help but admire her delicious looking butt, that Kelsi Monroe ass, painted in her legging shorts. We spent the next half hour helping each other to build and pitch both tents before we were finally able to unfold some lawn chairs and crack another beer as Sarah started loading some wood logs into the small campground fire pit before us.
About two hours in, sitting and joking around the campfire, we were each about four or five beers deep. The sun was setting now, casting a glorious pink orange glow on all of us, Maxine’s sequins shimmering in the fire light like the scales of a mermaid’s tale. She stood up finally, announcing,
“Okay, where’s the restroom? This cowgirl needs to let out some of that beer.” she said, looking down the dirt road aways, in the direction of some other campers.
“Oh come on now, we’re camping, you have let loose in the great outdoors!” said Mark with glee. “And speaking of which, how are you holding up over there, clearly you must need to pee too by now?” Mark said looking over to Shirley.
“I’m hanging in here just fine, actually.” Shirley said without flinching or stuttering, before taking a long swig from her can, finishing the beer.
“Well I need the restroom. Who’s gonna come walk with me to find it?” asked Maxine, looking over at me. Just then it occurred to me that Maxine may have been attracted to me and took this as a cue that she wanted me specifically to go with her as her guide and protector, maybe even to make out with her in shadows somewhere. Before I could respond, however, Mark spoke up,
“Bullshit! We’re camping You have to pee right here” he exclaimed. I began to have a suspicion that Mark shared some sort of a pee fetish with me, after all, who challenges someone to a pee-holding contest without some sort of pee-related fetish?
“What should I do? Put out the fire?” Maxine asked mockingly.
“Pshhtt! Like you could spray out enough to do that? Give me a break.” Mark said, waving her off.
“I feel like right now I could. We drank a lot of beer…” Maxine said, gazing down into the fire.
“Well do it then!” said Sarah, drunkenly.
“Should we all give her some space and some privacy?” Shirley said, standing up from her foldout chair.
“She’s not really gonna pee on the fire.” Mark said.
“Thirty bucks and I will!” Maxine said coyly, looking around at all of us with a smile. When she and I made eye-contact, her gaze flickered for a slight second, before brightening back up into her former Cyndi Wood smile, and I could tell in that moment that she was right on the line between being drunk and loose enough to be her usual, showy, ostentatious self, and wanting to make a good impression on me as a stranger, and newly met compatriot, too. In support, I said,
“I’d pay fifty to see that.” and then immediately regretted it.
“Whoah whoa whoa there guy!” Mark replied, spilling his beer in excitement. “We’re not gonna start a bidding war here are we?”
“Would you really pee on the fire?” asked Shirley with intrigue, throwing her beer can into the flames. “Wouldn’t the fire be gone after that? We still need it for light and heat, no?”
“No way in hell can this girl put out the entire fire just with her piss.” said Mark, confidently.
“I think Maxine just wants to be an exhibitionist.” said Shirley playfully. “What’s the matter girl, not gettin’ enough attention in DC?” said Shirley, with extra southern lilt in her speech, prodding at Maxine this way. Maxine crouched over, bellowing in laughter, hearing Shirley’s question, however, she immediately stood up and grabbed her crotch, lifting her right foot into the air several inches, keeping it there, saying,
“Oh,” she quickly let go of herself, blushing. “Oh god, guys I need to pee right now. Please can someone go with me, or I’ll literally put out these flames right now…” The question just hung in the air for a long moment, until Maxine, needing no further ado apparently, just pulled down her little shorts right there, exposing her sexy little bush, (was she wearing any panties at all?) and squatted down to the ground before the fire. Her movement was so quick and sudden that no sooner had she dropped than everyone immediately turned around, much more quickly than myself, being thoroughly enthused about seeing any girl squat and take a piss anywhere, had a slower reaction time, slow enough for Maxine’s gaze and impish smile to catch my own gaze one more time for a split second, holding my attention. In that moment, with a silent smile, she motioned with her index finger and her lips, “No, dont turn around” wagging her finger in the air, she then pointed downwards at herself, with a subtle, reassuring nod and smile that seemed to indicate, “It’s okay, look down there, I know you want to, please look…” My gaze drifted downwards, past this beautiful cowgirl’s playful smile, past her campy little cowgirl vest, past shining, sequined short shorts that were at this point around her knees, all the way down to her sweet, tight little bushy pussy, glowing beautifully in the bright orange hue of the bonfire, as just then, her pussy erupted in a beautiful golden arc, a pretty high pressured stream, especially for a petite girl like her, of urine that shot right onto the flames before her, hissing and steaming on impact. I felt myself growing very hard very quickly in my pants…
“Oh my god, she’s really doing it. Hear that?” said Sarah, still turned away towards the woods, and she was right, the sound of the hissing and steaming of Maxine’s urine was loud and defined. I watched mesmerized as this cute little cowgirl then began gyrating and orienting her hips so as to aim her spraying little firehose of a pussy at different parts of the burning logs, her urine extinguishing more of the flames, hissing and steaming loudly. I looked up at her face, she was no longer smiling at me directly, but was staring with deep intent and focus and the progress she was making putting out the fire, her face looking almost maniacal in this pursuit as she aimed and pissed away. As I watched, her stream would soften a bit in pressure, at which point she would flex her abdominal muscles hard, followed by her vagina muscles, and shoot forth a more pressurized stream further down the burning logs of the campfire. Wafts of pissy steam were blowing in the air past us now, a gloriously sweet cocktail of fragrances, beer and girl pee, mixing in the air, breezing past my nostrils, making me grow very hard in my pants, becoming increasingly aroused by this girl’s pissy display. The woods around us were growing considerably darker now, the fire nearly gone, at which point Shirley turned around,
“Maxine! Stop! We still need some of it!” Shirley said, appalled at the now almost entirely extinguished bonfire, Maxine still squatting low to the ground in front of it.
“I can’t stop, I really had to go.” said Maxine in a moment of near shame. Maxine then self consciously sort of crab walked sideways a little bit and aimed her pissing pussy away from the fire, her stream gathering on the ground, being to run downhill slightly in a small river. Maxine let out a final sigh of relaxation as her stream finally died down to a manageable dribble, still squatting. She shook herself off a little but before bolting upright again as she returned her little short shorts to their rightful place around her waist, everyone else turning back around now, admiring her impressive prowess, as the fire was no nothing more than a steaming pile of slightly glowing embers and ashes at the bottom of the fire pit.
“Wow, I’m impressed” Mark said as he looked up to Maxine.
Maxine smiled back at him, then over at me, saying,
“You think you could hand me another?” I shook myself out of my hypnotic stupor, and quickly turned round and reached for the cooler for another beer for Maxine. I retrieved one, and tossed it over to her. She caught it and cracked it open and sat back down in her fold out chair with a satisfied smile, as Shirley loaded a couple of new logs into the fire pit.
“Geeze, lets just hope these will light, it’s really wet in here.” Shirley said, prodding the fire pit with a log. “You really peed a lot, Maxine.” As Shirley prodded the fire, her back was turned to me and her lovely butt was right at my eye level, just perfectly encased in her tight camouflage leggings. God, my cousin had a gorgeous ass, a pornstar ass. Mark interrupted this glorious moment with.
“You guys think we should pack away the leftovers? You know there are black bears in this area, right?” No one respond for a moment.
“What?” said Maxine. “Is that really a thing here?”
“Sure is” said Mark, standing up, heading towards the picnic table with the sandwich items. He started loading uneaten hot dog buns back into the plastic bag they came packaged in, saying,
“Yeah bears absolutely come out here and try to get into peoples food and trash at night. Not every night, and not all the time, but still.” he explained, continuing to pack away more of the food.
“Well geeze, I stand corrected I guess.” said Maxine.
“Not corrected, informed.” quipped Sarah, tossing her beer into the fire pit next to Shirley.
Just then, thunder cracked loudly in the sky. Drops of rain began to steam in the fire pit.
“Oh geeze, now a storm? Did anyone check the weather earlier?” Shirley said, looking round. Mark was walking towards the stakes of the tents.
“Better be sure these are in tightly” he said. We spent the next several minutes gathering all of our things from the picnic tables, getting things packed away in preparation for the impending rain and possible storm. The rain was slowly but gradually becoming heavier, our clothes becoming wet as we worked.
“Let’s go, get in!” Mark was saying to the girls. They rushed inside one of the tents while Mark headed over towards mine. I got in, crouching beneath the thin material of the tent, while all around me, the rain pounded down like a constant snare drum sound. The rain had grown thick and heavy, and was becoming heavier by the minute. I lay down on my side of the enormous air mattress, as just then, the girls burst into our tent, almost entirely soaked from the outside rain.
“Our tent’s ceiling is ripped! We cant sleep in there!” Shirley said with her gorgeous Appalachian twang.
“What?!” said Mark, “We just got that! It was new!”
“It’s from when you scratched it getting it out of the box earlier!” said Sarah.
“Well I didn’t see you rushing to get anything set up!” Mark said to his girlfriend. “But seriously, you’re sure it’s ripped?!”
“Would we have run all the way over here through the rain for any other reason?!” Shirley retorted. Mark sighed heavily in disbelief, before scooting over to the very end of the mattress, tapping the center.
“Well here you go, I guess, I seriously don’t think that this mattress was meant for five, though.” he said.
Without any warning at all, Shirley took off her soaked flannel, revealing her gorgeous big boobs, jiggling in her beige bra. Shirley’s beautiful, globular breasts swayed and bounced as she struggled a moment to remove the soaked fabric over her shirt from her soaked arms, and as her bra was beige, it blended in nicely with skin, almost appearing as if she wore nothing at all, the only thing being hidden her gorgeous nipples, the tops of her pink areolas just visible above the rim of her bra. Shirley tossed the shirt to the corner of the tent, before getting down onto the mattress in the center of the bed.
Sarah’s big boobs were soaked beneath the thin cotton of her T shirt, her pokey nipples looking hard enough to cut glass, no doubt a reaction to the ice cold rain water saturating her shirt.
Maxine meanwhile pulled her shiny little shorts all the way down to her ankles and to the floor as she peeled them off, answering my earlier question that had floated through my thoughts, that yes, Maxine was wearing underwear after all, thin white cotton panties. Maxine kept her cowgirl vest on, awkward and strange though it was, as she was wearing and bra, or anything else, underneath. She got down onto the mattress between Shirley and I, as Sarah got in between Shirley and Mark. Mark pulled the large red blanket over all of us, as the girl’s lay shaking in the cold, trying to get warm. Maxine’s vest looked uncomfortable on her, but I couldn’t well tell her I wouldn’t mind her taking it off, though I certainly would not have. Maxine was thin, and didn’t appear to have very big boobs under her vest, bust sported a tasty body nonetheless.
“Oh my god, I don’t know how this is gonna work at all, I hope you all know that I toss and turn a LOT in my sleep you guys.” Mark said.
“I can attest to that.” said Sarah next. The rain was growing heavier, and we were all a little bit winded from the alcohol, and from the rush of trying to get all of our things gathered up and inside the tents from the rain, in spite of our drunkeness. We were light headed, and were relishing the chance to get a little bit of rest, especially given that our collective body heat was beginning to warm the space between us beneath he blanket.
GRMMMM! Outside, in the distance, not too far distant, but several meters away in the trees behind us, we heard some faint grumbling sound, sounding almost like a….bear.
“What was that?” Sarah asked quickly as Mark began to rise from the mattress, looking in the direction that the noise had come from. “Mark, do you think?…”
“I dont know, I dont know at all.” Mark said.
“What? What is it?” Maxine asked.
“Could be a bear.” said Sarah.
“We gathered up all of the food didn’t we?” Shirley asked.
“I sure thought we did.” said Mark.
GRMMMMM. The noise came again, this time slightly louder sounding. We all of us bolted up from the mattress at this point, turning in fear towards the large animal sounding noise.
Turned around now, I noticed Maxine’s sexy little ass in her tiny cotton panties. My attention quickly returned to the the direction from whence the noise came, where everyone else was focused. I slowly stood up from the mattress and decided to peek out the front door, seeing only the dark, raining night, nothing discernible, the rain loud. I turned back inside the tent, all three girls standing beside each other facing away from me, Mark next to them. Everyone was still in tense silence, until…
POW!!!!! Thunderstruck again, this time EXTREMELY LOUDLY, causing Sarah to shriek a shrill high-pitched shriek of fear as her hand flung down and clutched herself between her legs, holding her vagina through her panties tightly for a few seconds, she brought her hand away and crossed her legs quickly, bring her left foot a few inches in the air as she brought her left knee across her abdomen for a moment…
“You guys, I really have to pee.” she said, sounding anxious and worried as her eyes darted around the walls of the tent, the front doorway of the tent, the raining night.
“Me too-“ said Mark.
“Me too.” said Maxine, doing a small curtsy where she stood.
“You just peed.” said Shirley, looking incredulously at Maxine.
“Yeah what gives with that?” asked Mark.
“I got to pee some, but I also drank a LOT of beer earlier, and I had another after I peed anyway. I’m a small girl, what can I say?” Maxine said, looking around at all of us, almost not believing she had to explain or excuse her bodily needs to us, as we were all adults. She looked extremely sexy in this moment, her short blonde hair, her cowgirl vest, her exposed waist, her cute ass in her thin cotton panties. The cotton of her panties was so thin in fact that I was almost certain I could make out the darkness of her pubic hair, standing in contrast against her porcelain white skin. All of us were a little woozy and imbalanced from all of the alcohol, clear in our slouched postures.
“Well I didn’t even get to pee.” said Sarah.
WHOOSH!!! Just then, someone or something scratched the outside surface of one of the tent walls just beside us. All three girls shrieked, even Mark backed up a few feet and actually knocked me over. Sarah and Maxine both grabbed their pussies quickly, bending over a bit, their big beautiful female asses jutting out towards my face, I could see that the sudden jolt of fear had caused a wet patch the size of a silver dollar to form on Maxine’s panties, just where her pussy was, the dark pubic hairs now more clearly visible through the translucent cotton material. Maxine crossed her legs tightly, her cute little ass still jutting out towards me, just a few feet away from my face.
“What’s out there?” said Sarah, gripping her crotch tightly, again doing a small, contained pee dance, bringing her left leg off the ground and across her abdomen again. Maxine meanwhile, let go of her little pussy and started to dance in small circles where she stood, her gorgeous camel toe showing clearly through the front of her panties now, soaked a wet yellow a couple inches around her now entirely visible pussy lips where they gripped the cotton panties. She had a beautiful camel toe. I just wished I could feel it, taste it in that wet moment.
“Ughh, I have to go to the bathroom.” Maxine moaned, to none of us in particular.
“Ughh, so do I…” Sarah said, letting go of herself now. Sarah took a couple small steps towards the front door and bent over to peek out, Maxine saw her and crouched past me to try to follow Sarah through the tight space of the tent as they crept towards the front door.
GRMMMM!!!!!! The growling sound again from outside suddenly. Both Sarah and Maxine’s pussies were apparently surprised beyond control by the noise, as there was a small squirting sound accompanied with liquid growing from both of their pussies a few seconds, spreading across their cotton pantied asses. Maxine’s panties were small and so soaked now as she faced away from me, clutching herself from the front, that I could see her full dark bush through her wet underwear, and admired the fact that her carpet didn't match her drapes as I also saw some of her pubic hairs beside her pussy, just outside the line of her panties. Sarah meanwhile had one hand firmly planted in her pussy through her panties, looking mortified at her current situation, her cheeks flushing hot red with embarrassment as she looked up and her gaze caught mine.
“Babe, you’re wetting yourself.” Mark said, in surprise and disgust.
“No Im not, Mark! Shut up!” Sarah said in anger and humiliation towards her boyfriend. Her panties were clearly wet, she had leaked with the jolt of fear from the sound, but she had indeed managed to staunch the flow, holding herself tightly now. “But I need to get out and go to the bathroom.” she said, turning away from us. The rain was coming down hard and steady and was loud on the tent walls.
“What are we gonna do about the bear?” asked Shirley, looking at Mark and me, and the other girls.
“It could just be a fucking raccoon.” said Mark.
“Well, who’s gonna check? asked Shirley with a slight tone in her voice.
“No one. We cant go out there.” said Mark. “We wait it out, if anything the fucking thing will just eat our leftover hot dog buns and wander away for the night, or maybe go to someone else's camp site.” said Mark. Shirley didn’t look satisfied with this answer, a frustrated grimace coming across her face.
“Babe, can you go out and check?” Sarah asked Mark pleadingly, again doing a small pee dance, stepping back from foot to foot.
“I’ll check.” I said. Mark quickly reached out and grabbed me by the arm, stopping me.
“You don't have to man, it’s not safe if it is a bear. We’ll just wait it out.” he said.
POW!!!!! Thunder struck again, both Sarah and Maxine clutching their crotches quickly, shrieking in surprise and fear. The wet patches on their panties grew in diameter for a couple of seconds before these lovely young ladies could again cut off the flow with their fingers.
“I have to piss, Mark. I drank like five beers.” Sarah whined, holding herself. Maxine was now consistently dancing around, stepping in small circles where she stood, giving me a panoramic view of the progress of her leaking pussy as she stepped in small circles. Her wet pussy her, cute little pussy lips on full display, then her soaking ass there when she would turn around, her gorgeous little puss looking delicious from behind. She stopped dancing a moment, and bent over in front of me, holding herself like a little girl. Her gorgeous little butt just feet from my face, her ass looked a lot like the infamous scene from the campy 1988 horror film Night of the Demons when Linnea Quigley bent over in the convenience store, distracting the store cashiers with her deliciously displayed derriere as her up skirted pantied ass showed beneath her frilly pink leotard. That scene as a kid was one of my earliest memories of arousal growing up, and now Maxine’s cute little pantied bottom was on display before my face in a nearly identical manner, the only difference being that she was soaking wet, and I momentarily fantasized about what it would feel like to just pull those wet little panties aside, and slide my cock deep inside her wet little pussy. God, it would feel good. I couldn’t help but feel turned on in the sexy circumstances I was in, two drunken girls trying to hold in all their beer pee, with wet panties on display due to fear leaks. Mark spoke up next,
“Look, I have to piss, too, alright. What do you want me to do?” he asked.
Suddenly, Shirley stepped past me, saying,
“Well I’ll do it then. I’m not waiting.” she said. I reached out to stop her, fearing the animal outside. I accidentally touched her nice round ass in her camouflage leggings though, as she bent over in front of me to attempt to peek out the entrance of the tent. She turned around, feeling me touch her. “What? I’m gonna go out.” she said, adamantly. “Im not afraid.”
“Well maybe you should be.” Mark said. Maxine and Sarah were each doing their own bouncy little pee dance where they stood, unable to remain still.
“Well I’m not.” Shirley said, and I noticed for the first moment now, that she also brought one foot off the ground a few seconds, and her abdomen looked rather swollen and full, the muscles on her stomach tensing, all her weight balanced on one leg at a time. Her gorgeous bra-clad breasts jiggled with the subtle rhythm of her bouncing thigh. Yep, Shirley needed to pee, too, and soon she’d be as unable to hide it as the other girls, hopefully, I thought to myself.
“Well, why are you gonna go out?” Mark asked, looking over to Shirley. “Do you have to pee, too? After all that beer?” he asked with a smirk, seeming to recall his challenge to her from earlier. Shirley was nonplussed, lifting one leg into the air for a moment. Her tits looked so gorgeous, her areolas threatening to spill completely from her bra.
“Yes, I have to go to the bathroom. Are you happy?” she said with tone, against Mark.
“Do we keep holding then or do you concede you lost? I haven’t peed yet either.” Mark said confidently and with a smug air to Shirley.
“I haven’t lost anything yet. But yes I would like to go to the bathroom.” Shirley said with a little crusty as she set her foot down, raising the other one in the air, beginning to do a little walk-in-place.
WHOOSH!!!!! A LOUD noise as something scratched the against the tent near the entrance.
“Eeek!!!” Maxine and Sarah shrieked simultaeously with PHHHSST!! as their pussies, squirt gun style, each emitted a couple more seconds worth of piss, their underwear almost entirely soaked now. Sarah gripped herself tightly between the legs with both hands as she hunched over, while Maxine squatted down to the ground, holding herself very tightly with both hand as I watched, just before me, her squatting figure facing away from me, as her lovely trickle of yellow urine dribbled through her underwear between her tightly clutched fingers for a couple of seconds and fell to the tent floor, pudding together on the waterproof material. “Uhhhhh….” Maxine whimpered as she struggled to regain control of her dribbling vagina, her dark bushy pubic hair visible through her entire translucent panties, her lovely ass trembling just feet before me as she fought to stem the flood.
Shirley was backing up slowly from the direction of the entrance, staring intently towards it. I watched in slow motion as my cousin’s big butt backed up towards me, step by step. Shirley clutched my arm when she reached me, her gaze remaining locked on the tent entrance. I looked down at our feet, and saw Shirley’s toes curling, the knuckles turning white, her legs tensing and moving rhythmically with effort at holding her swollen bladders contents. Her stomach looked noticeably rounded, showing her obviously full bladder. How many beers had she consumed? Four? Five? More? As she stood beside me, her breasts bounced and swayed to and fro lightly as she kept shifting her legs back and forth as the stood in place, unable to keep still, and distracted by fear of something lurking outside the tent.
“Ugggghhhhhhh!….” Sarah groaned as she crossed her right leg tightly over the left one, still clutching herself tightly.
“Guys, I really need to pee, god, I’m gonna pee everywhere.” Maxine whined as she squatted on the tent floor, holding herself with both hands tightly. Her eyes were locked tight shut, wrinkling beside her eyes on her temple. Her squatting legs were bouncing lightly, fighting to retain strength even as her bladder screamed for some relief. Her pussy lips showed clearly and proudly through her soaking underwear, even as her flow had been stemmed by her invasive fingers.
“I didn’t even get to pee.” Sarah whined, holding herself in the corner of the tent.
“Would everyone just shut up about peeing?!” Mark snapped angrily. “We need to wait at least twenty five minutes after the last noise before any of us are going anywhere, alright?!” His tone actually sounded genuinely full of concern for our collective safety from some potential danger lurking outside.
“I- I don’t have twenty minutes!” whimpered Maxine, sounding like a whiny, desperate little schoolgirl. Water was seeping in everywhere around the perimeter of the tent interior, and just then it puddled and touched Maxine’s right foot toes, and just a split-second later, as though a direct cause-and-effect relationship, her pussy leaked more urine for a couple more seconds.
“Would you STOP peeing, Maxine?! I just met you and that’s disgusting!” Mark snapped at the cute, squatting little cowgirl.
“Leave her alone, Mark! I’m about to piss myself too!” Sarah said as she slapped Mark on the arm.
“I’m sorry!” Maxine cried, as the pooling water from the tent’s outer wall covered her whole right foot now, and finally mixed with Maxine’s small puddle of urine below her squatting figure. Her eyes gazed is sheer distress down at the pooling liquid in front of her, as if longing just to finally let go and pee, which she proved she was, when she then asked,
“Guys! - Look - It - I just - “ Her legs were shaking and trembling, her hands clutching her pussy tightly. “if the water’s coming in it can go out! I could just pee right her and let it flow out…” Maxine whimpered desperately.
“Dont you dare pee inside this tent!” Mark said to her directly.
“Uggghhhhhhh” Maxine just moaned as she continued to hold herself desperately.
“Guys” Sarah moaned with her eyes kept tightly shut. “I’m gonna pee. I need to go to the bathroom right now, I’m gonna pee, I’m sorry.” Sarah said aloud, opening her eyes, doing a curtsying motion where she stood.
“Babe, neither one of you is going pee in this tent! No one! I swear to God!” Mark howled at his beloved. Sarah’s eyes just then bolted open in realization, as se dove forward towards one of her and Mark’s duffle bags stowed in the corner of the tent. Sarah ran forward, ripping open the zipper of the bag, tearing clothes out of the bag and tossing them aimlessly out of the way onto the slowly dampening tent floor, until finally, she uttered a relieved sounding “Ohhh!!”, a triumphant moment of victory, as her hand had located what she was searching for, the cast iron pan from earlier, as with lightning speed, she tossed the pan onto the floor beneath her and and whipped her pants and panties down so quickly she actually stumbled and fell down onto the pan, her lovely plump ass spilling over the cast iron pan’s edges...
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PART 3
“Babe, neither one of you is going pee in this tent! No one! I swear to God!” Mark howled at his beloved. Sarah’s eyes just then bolted open in realization, as se dove forward towards one of her and Mark’s duffle bags stowed in the corner of the tent. Sarah ran forward, ripping open the zipper of the bag, tearing clothes out of the bag and tossing them aimlessly out of the way onto the slowly dampening tent floor, until finally, she uttered a relieved sounding “Ohhh!!”, a triumphant moment of victory, as her hand had located what she was searching for, the cast iron pan from earlier, as with lightning speed, she tossed the pan onto the floor beneath her and and whipped her pants and panties down so quickly she actually stumbled and fell down onto the pan, her lovely plump ass spilling over the cast iron pan’s edges.
“OHHHHH!!!!!” Sarah, moaned, her eyes floating lost in bliss, her face orgasmic, as her pussy erupted in urine that nearly ran over the rim of the cast iron pan, but alas remained within the pan and began to fill it, inch by inch as Sarah peed and peed at last.
“What?!” Maxine whimpered in envy, looking over to Sarah. “I need that!” she said, still holding her self, squatting.
“Wait you're turn!” Sarah snapped, then regretted it, her expression changing quickly to one of empathy and embarrassment, saying, “I’ll give you a turn, but I just…” and with that she stopped speaking, her speech trailing off into a breathless sigh of relief as her lovely pussy continued to piss and piss away into the cast iron pan.
“BOOO!!! BWARRRRGGHHH!!!” Uncle Ronnie RAN into the tent now, screaming with his hands out, “jazz hands” style, and paused in shock as he gazed down at his daughter’s nineteen year old friend Sarah, pissing in bliss and defeat into a cast iron frying pan, her gorgeous little teen cunt gushing on full display, her legs splayed out to the sides.
“Whoah! Whoah there!” Ronnie said, averting his gaze, turning away from us all and back towards the entrance of the tent.
“Hey man! What’s going on out there?! There was an animal!” Mark yelled, angered by being surprised by Uncle Ronnie, still donning his full scarecrow makeup and costume.
Ronnie laughed a quick, sheepish laugh, continuing to look away from Sarah, now sighing in relief, peeing in the pan, “ohhhh god…” eyes closed, mouth hanging open, ass seated on the pan’s rim, peeing her teenaged heart out.
“It’s just us scaring you! You guys forgot two of your bags, and we brought spare blakets seeing as how cold it got out here, tonight.” Ronnie said. Outside flashlights were casting beams of white light around another pair of boots outside, my dad’s, as the rain round his feet was blocked and strewn away by what turned out to be a very large umbrella, for just then, Maxine darted outside the tent, whimpering in despair as she clutched her pussy tightly with her right hand, her other hand trying to balance her body weight as she crouched and stepped as quickly as she could through the front entrance of the tent, as the rest of us soon followed behind her.
Shirley walked just before me, and my dad was taken aback first by the lithe, sexy little Maxine, this little Apocalypse Now Cyndi Wood cowgirl lookalike, almost nude from the waist down, her hairy little bush showing bright and clear through her wet little cotton panties, as she danced from foot to foot with a look of horrific panic on her face as she gazed into my father’s eyes, hi standing there holding the umbrella over our heads at the entrance tot the tent. Next I saw my dad’s gaze transfixed by Shirley’s big shirtless Jessica Simpson tits, bouncing in full glory in her tight beige bra, the areolas of her nipples now clearly visible, sticking out above her bra by about half-inch, like a child’s coloring book markings that refused to stay within the lines, Shirley’s boobs bounced and jiggled in her bra as she lifted one leg across her belly, then the other, her stomach nude and her tummy noticeably full, full of urine. Mark and I and these two girls all just sort of paused there under the umbrella where my father stood, no one knowing quite what to do or say, as the rain poured down hard all around us, soaking the campsite, muddying the ground. Maxine finally spoke up as she danced frantically from foot to foot.
“Ughh! Is there another umbrella?! Where’s his umbrella?! How did you guys both walk here?!” Maxine asked frantically, the urgency clear in her shaky voice and quickness of speech. Almost speechless, my father simply replied,
“We shared an umbrella. So what?” he said in confusion, looking down at this dancing little cowgirl.
“We need to go to the bathroom.” Shirley said, though clearly more to stand up for Maxine’s stake, as Shirley and the rest of us were all unrelentingly captivated by Maxine’s desperate pee-dancing. “Could you please walk us with the umbrella to the restrooms?” Shirley said pointing out across the pathway of the campground, presumably leading to the public restroom facilities in that direction. Just then, not waiting for an answer from my dad, Maxine reached out and grabbed the umbrella, but my dad confusedly refused to let go of it, their hands briefly playing tug of war.
“Can I just? I need to go to the bathroom.” Maxine desperately pleaded with my father, panic in her eyes. Suddenly her hand let go of the umbrella as she clawed her pussy with both hands, holding on tight. She stood there a moment, then let go of herself, squatting down to the ground where she stood, moving her feet out to a wider position for a firmer stance as immediately, her pussy began pouring out piss like a sink faucet, dribbling steadily to the muddy ground right in front of us. My dad looked upwards to the sky, mortified for this young girl. Squatting down, leaking profusely through her already soaked underwear, Maxine still whimpered in panic as she quickly reached down and tugged tightly at her panties, finally getting them free to the side of her pussy as she erupted like a geyser onto the muddy ground below, drilling a crater in the mud with her high pressure peeing. “OHHHHHHHHHH………” She moaned in agony, in well-deserved relief, peeing and peeing and peeing into the mud.
“Jesus Christ, what’s gotten into you kids?” My dad said, sounding both slightly appalled and also extremely embarrassed for little Maxine, as she peed at our feet.
“I’m sorry” Maxine cried. “I couldn’t hold it. I cant hold it. Im so sorry… Oh god…” Maxine apologized between sighing desperate, exhausted moans of relief as she peed profusely into the mud, holding her panties free of her beautifully hairy teenaged pissing pussy. Mark then just turned away from us, unzipped his pants, freed himself and peed into the wind and into the rain, letting out a long “Ahhhhh” as he finally relieved himself. Shirley looked at Maxine, feeling bad for her, until Mark’s relieved moaning reminded her of her own need to pee. I took this chance to rub it in as I also turned away from the others, pulled my shorts below my cock, gripped myself and let loose into the stormy rainy night.
“What is this a goddamn public restroom?” my dad asked, as he continued to avert his gaze, aware of what the teenagers around him were doing. Just then, Ronnie emerged from the tent. I kept peeing and peeing, letting out all the beer as I stared up at the stormy night clouds in the sky. By the time I was done and turned back round tot he others, Mark was already finished, Maxine was standing up, her underwear back in place, and Sarah was emerging from the tent, carefully balancing the cast iron pot full or urine with both hands. She dumped it out onto the muddy ground, blushing a vibrant pink on her cheeks, as she said,
“I’m going back to sleep at the house, this stopped being fun a while ago.” with defeat and humiliation in her voice.
“Me too. This is ridiculous.” Maxine said, looking away from all of us in embarrassment as she stood there in her wet little panties.
“Seriously? You guys are gonna dip?” Mark said to Sarah, sounding annoyed at the prospect of them going back to the house, the entire camping trip in vein.
“Yeah! This sucks! That was so embarrassing!” Sarah said, motioning back to the tent. Shirley stepped from foot to foot, she looked at my dad saying,
“Excuse me, Uncle John?” He looked back at her, his eyes quickly dipping to her cleavage before returning to her gaze. “I still need to go to the bathroom.”
“Where is it?” my dad asked turning round, looking around the dark rainy campground.
“I think it’s back there somewhere.” Shirley said, looking over my dads’ shoulder. Her beautiful butt was bouncing and touching the side of my leg whenever she would dip down slightly, her legs unable to stop moving as she stood in place, struggling to contain her pee dancing in front of all of us, especially my dad and Ronnie.
“Okay, well, I guess we can go search for it. Or…” my dad looked up the path in the other direction towards the house. “You could just use the one at the house.” my dad said.
Shirley looked up the path towards the house, and remembering just how far away it was, she bobbed up and down slightly on the spot, saying,
“Ugh, that’s pretty far.” as she gazed into the distance with a look of slight worry on her face. I spoke up immediately, not wanting this to pass by just yet…
“Plus that defeats the whole purpose of camping.” I said. “We’re supposed to at least stick to the campground. Even if we use the campground bathrooms, you know?” I said, with a matter-of-fact tone, not quite knowing what to expect as far as Shirley’s, or anyone else’s, reaction. Shirley just stared back at me with confusion.
“Yeah, okay, I guess.” she said.
“Just wait til it stops raining and I’ll walk with you, okay?” I said, attempting to reassure her. Her eyes looking pleadingly back into mine, the urgency in them clear as she bobbed lightly where she stood. She clearly needed to pee quite badly, but wanting to be polite and congenial in front of the older men, she managed to feign a smile, a gorgeous country girl Jessica Simpson smile at my dad and Ronnie and said,
“Yeah that’s alright, I’ll just wait out the rain right here. You guys go on up to the house.” she said, as glanced down and saw her tensing toes curl tightly into the muddle ground below us, clearly indicating the urgency in her body.
“Suit yourself.” my dad said back politely with a smile.
“Babe we didn’t come all the way out her to sleep in a rental unit.” Mark said to Sarah as he grabbed her arm and turned her to face him, clearly not thrilled with the idea of returning to the house. I lightly clutched Shirley’s hand beside me and pulled her it lightly in the direction of the tent. Her gaze met mine, and I gestured a “this way” gesture back inside the tent with my eyes and a gentle tug of the hand.
I stepped back inside the tent, gently towing Shirley behind me. Once fully inside the tent near the mattress, I turned and faced her.
“Look” I said. “You said earlier that you could just hold it and hold it as long as you wanted, right?” I said, looking into Shirley’s gorgeous eyes. My cock was fully hard, so aroused that I couldn’t stop myself from asking Shirley what I was about to ask…
“Yeah so?” Shirley said, looking to me entirely confused, her shirtless breasts heaving on her bra with her breathing.
“Well the challenge isn’t over yet, then.” I said, looking her square in the eyes. “Because, frankly, I don't believe you. I don’t think you have that strong a bladder at all, and Shirley, I nearby challenge you not to pee at all tonight. You get to pee tomorrow morning once I give you permission to let go, alright?” I said to my cousin with unrestricted confidence.
“Umm, okay? Well what about clothing? All my clothes are back at the house too? I don’t have anything but my bra to wear here that’s dry.” Shirley said as she glanced down at her own bulbous tits.
“We’ll go by the house and change clothes in the morning. Tonight we just sleep and rest up. It’s been a long night.” I said to her. I saw her lift her left foot a couple small inches off of the ground, her toes curling, looking quite urgent for a pee, but I refused to acknowledge her plight as I stared right back up into her eyes, searching them for consent to this challenge.
“Okay, tonight we rest.” she said, glancing back outside the front entrance of the tent, as if tempted to go with the others, their flashlights now walking away. Mark stepped back in the tent.
“Alright, I guess the others are gonna be a bunch of wusses and go sleep back the house, just us now.” he said as he jumped down onto the air mattress on the floor. Shirley and I slowly got down onto the bed and covered our feet with the blankets as the three of us lied next to each other for about thirty minutes, Mark falling asleep pretty quickly while Shirley and I lay staring up at the tent ceiling above us, the rain still splattering down hard. Suddenly, Shirley gripped herself between the legs, clutching her vagina through her leggings.
“Ugghhh, is it ever going to stop?” she whispered, obviously referring to the rain.
“Why does it matter, I thought you agreed not to pee until the morning.” I whispered back over to her as Mark snored beside her.
“I’m not, its just- well look, the sounds not helping me right now, okay?” she whispered. It must be so hard for her, still holding all that beer piss inside her while being forced to listen to all of the running water around her on the thin tent walls, while the rest of us got to relieve our poor bladders. I glanced down at Shirley’s exposed abdomen, firmly and prominently swollen from her bladder’s full contents. Her stomach looked so sexy, but so firmly rounded she almost looked pregnant at an early stage of pregnancy. She let go of herself and crossed one leg over the other as she rolled over onto the mattress facing towards me.
“You’re not gonna pee in the night are you?” I asked, looking her in the eyes.
“Relax, now you’re just insulting me. I wont pee until granted permission, and I wouldn’t take up a challenge I cant fulfill, alright?” she said in her gorgeous country accent. I genuinely wondered if she were even going to be able to fall asleep with such an obviously full bladder, but several countless minutes later, her eyes were wide shut, her lips parted slightly, as she lie motionless next to me, fast asleep. As I looked down at her breasts, one of them was smushed under her right arm and her beautiful nipple was now entirely free of her bra. What I would have given right there to just lean forward and suck on Shirley’s big beautiful exposed tit…GOD, she was hot. I resisted the urge however, knowing that that wold irrevocably complicate things to a ridiculous degree, and then looked further down on her sleeping body. Her stomach, her bladder, was so rounded that her skin was taught across her belly. How full was this girl? I thought to myself. I wanted to reach out with my fingers and just lightly touch her stomach, caress her bladder, prod it just a little bit with my fingers to test the pressure, and fullness of her female bladder… Could I without waking her?
I looked back up to her closed eyes and sleeping face for several long minutes just to be sure she was sound asleep, before, slowly, silently, I reached out with both hands towards my sexy cousin’s rounded stomach. Finally, gently at first, I touched her amazingly soft skin on her swollen little tummy, and looking up, she made no reaction, just continued sleeping, looking so beautiful as she lie on the air mattress next to me. I pressed with more force onto her bladder with my fingers now, observing just how hard, firm and full she was. She felt like a well inflated tire, something you might kick and show off to your buddies as they admired your pickup truck, out in this “neck of the woods” as they might say in West Virginia. Shirley’s bladder was certainly full, but she’d successfully managed to fall asleep in spite of her desperate need to relieve herself, and I had to admire her for it. I turned to lie on my back and gazed up at the rainy ceiling for a long while, taking in the memory of the whole day as the mix of the fresh rainy breeze and the faintest olfactory remnants of Maxine’s desperate peeing wafted past my nostrils, and I drifted off to sleep…
I was prodded awake at about nine in the morning with quick jabs at my shoulder…
I woke up gradually in heavy confusion, as I was interrupted mid-dream, struggling to determine where I was, and where I had just been in my dream, and what was going on? I opened my eyes and got my bearings and recognized Shirley, squatting down in front of me where I slept, still wearing her bra and camouflage legging shorts, beaming a big beautiful, toothy, happy smile down at me as she prodded my shoulder with her right hand.
“Morning sunshine!” she said to me as she smiled, trying to catch my gaze as I fluttered my eyes open and closed.
“Shirley? What’s up?” I asked, “I was sleeping.” I was genuinely slightly annoyed at being woken up unexpectedly, especially after all of last night’s escapades.
“That’s fine” she said smiling, “I’m gonna let you sleep, are you gonna let me pee?” she asked quickly, still fighting to catch my gaze as I closed my eyes once again, lying back down.
“What?” I said, still half-asleep.
“Remember, you said in the morning you’d give me permission to p- to go to the bathroom? Remember, Alex?” she said urgently, prodding my shoulder again. I just lay motionless. “Alex, remember? You guys all got to go pee last night? I still haven’t peed. Can I just have your permission and I’ll leave you alone?” she said in a sort of mock-joking tone, as the though the whole thing had just been joke, but I decided to be cruel, casually replying,
“Nope, I said you could pee when I woke up and gave you permission, not when you woke me up to get permission, that’s not what I’d said.” I replied, keeping my eyes closed, refusing to look Shirley in the eyes.
“I- I just- I really need to go to the bathroom, Alex. I couldn’t sleep any longer.”
“And you can’t hold it anymore? I thought you could hold it as long as you wanted to?” I said to her.
“I can, it’s just, well so what are you saying cousin? Are you denying me permission to relieve myself?” she asked with some real tone in her voice for the first time this morning.
“That’s exactly right. That’s what I’m doing.” I said, as I opened my eyes and really faced Shirley for the first time. Her legs were bouncing lightly up and down as she squatted there next to where I lay. The urgency in her bouncing was clear, and her stomach still looked well rounded and full. Shirley stood up now and paced the tent for a moment, before looking back down to me.
“Well are you getting up now? I’d really like it if we could begin the day already.” Shirley then saw and picked up her flannel shirt from the tent floor corner...
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PART 4
“Well are you getting up now? I’d really like it if we could begin the day already.” Shirley then saw and picked up her flannel shirt from the tent floor corner.
“Where’s Mark and the others?” I asked, seeing that Mark was already out of bed.
“Hey Alex! Coffee?!” I heard Mark yell from outside.
Shirley and I emerged from the tent to find that Mark was brewing coffee, cowboy style, over the fire pit, a few logs already well into burning. Mark poured me and Shirley a cup, handing one over to each of us. Shirley reluctantly took her coffee.
“Last night was crazy.” Mark said with a jolly tone. “But I’m glad we came out here and that the three of us stuck through it and fought the good fight through the night. Congrats to us.” Mark said as he held out his coffee mug for a cheers. We clinked our mugs together with his and each of us took a sip of coffee, probably just the last thing Shirley needed right now. She was perched at the edge of the log where she sat, her legs subtly, but relentlessly fanning in and out ever so slightly as she sat. We all sat there for a few minutes sipping our coffee. Shirley’s legs never stopped moving, and I noticed that her toes kept curling tightly, then relaxing, curling then relaxing, over and over again.
“Coffee’s good after a night of drinking like that.” Mark said after taking a big gulp from his mug. “It’s good for our livers, and it washes out all the toxins from the alcohol when it promotes urination, and makes us pee so much-“
At this, Shirley bolted up quickly from her seat, standing and pacing, almost prancing like a horse as she was lifting her legs so high, as she pee-danced subtly in front of us on the other side of the fire pit.
“Can we please go back to the house?” she asked breathlessly, blushing a bright pink, looking back and forth from Mark to myself. Mark look slightly confused.
“Yeah, I guess I’m ready to go? Are you guys?” he asked Shirley and I. Without waiting any time at all, Shirley replied,
“Yes I am, let’s please go. I wanna get a dry shirt.” she said, holding up her wet flannel.
“Here” I said, standing up, walking over to Shirley, taking the shirt from her hand. I proceeded to twist it up extremely tightly in my hands and ring out all of the water, an immense amount of water pouring out of the fabric, spilling down profusely to the ground next to Shirley’s feet, splashing her toes as she lifted one leg in the air, hearing the splatter sound, feeling the drops of water hit her beautiful toes, she clutched her pussy for a quick second, then let go. I looked over to Mark to see if he recognized or even noticed how badly Shirley needed to pee, but his nose and eyes were lost in his coffee mug as he tilted the vessel back and finished it’s contents, before exhaling and saying,
“Alright, I guess that’s it then, let’s go.” standing up from his chair.
Shirley looked me in the eyes but was too embarrassed to say anything about her need, especially right there in front of Mark. She reluctantly took her shirt from me and put it on. The still damp fabric clinging to her massive cleavage, bouncing as we walked back up the trail towards the lakeside clearing where the house was located. When we were nearing the house, I couldn't help but notice all of the neighbors getting an eyeful of Shirley, this buxom little daisy duke with her pornstar ass tightly encased in camo-leggings, even tighter than normal with the added pressure of her full bladder pushing out the waist line. As long as we kept moving, Shirley was able to keep her pee dancing to a minimum, but she was an irresistibly sexy young woman nonetheless.
We finally got back to the house and Mark went into the kitchen to talk with the adults and the others as Shirley and I made our way down the hall to the living room where our clothes were stashed in our bags. I walked beside her, and at the end of the hall, she stops walking, turning to me outside the bathroom where my mother had desperately relieved herself upon arrival to the house yesterday. She smiled at me, curtsying slightly on the spot for a moment, saying,
“Okay, can I please pee now?” never thinking in a thousand years that I would actually look back at her, as I did, and say,
“No. You can’t. Permission denied. You wanna prove you can hold it like a man? Prove it then. There are truckers and tollbooth workers who’ve held their bladders way longer than you.” I said, pulling this “fact” completely out of my ass at that moment, just wanting to torment poor Shirley, and see how long she would actually adhere to my ridiculous “challenge” and abstain from relieving herself.
“But even they get to pee at some point.” Shirley said, now stepping from foot to foot, glancing longingly at the toilet just feet away… “I really need to use the bathroom, Alex. Please can I go?” she said, pleading with me. She didn’t sound too desperate yet, and I wanted to deny her her need a little longer. I just shook my head silently and tugged her hand away towards the living room where our bags were. She followed, taking one last yearning look at the glorious porcelain toilet, as though dying to sit down and let it go…
We entered the living room and she put on a T shirt, then pulled her bra out from underneath the shirt, turning round, saying,
“Sick of this thing.” as her beautiful tits jutted out freely against the thin cotton of her T shirt, her nipples hard and clearly visible as Shirley’s barbie-doll tits jiggled and swayed. She grabbed clean underwear and denim short shorts from her bag next. I was enormously aroused by her, especially as I hadn't jerked off that morning, a morning routine, and was loaded up with residual arousal from the sexy desperate girl circumstances of the night before. Shirley quickly made her way to the bathroom with her new panties and shorts, and I stopped the door from closing completely as she routinely pushed it to close it behind her.
“Ah ah ah” I said. “The door stays cracked. I’m not gonna watch you change but I am gonna listen just to be sure.”
“Sure? Sure of what?” Shirley said as she danced subtly from foot to foot. I looked right back into her eyes, holding the restroom door open.
“No peeing” I said. Shirley’s eyes furrowed in worry as she kept dancing. She sighed in frustration, saying,
“Alex, please, I waited all night. You said I could pee in the morning.” she said, her pee dancing continuing.
I shook my head in denial. “Nope. Not yet. Just a little while more.” I said. Shirley sighed in resignation, her facial expression one of confusion, reluctant acceptance and genuine discomfort. She stepped behind the still open door and pulled her leggings and panties down to her ankles, standing just beside the toilet, which she kept her gaze fixed on as she applied her new panties and daisy duke denim shorts, not even large enough to cover her full womanly ass. Shirley had such a gorgeous round ass, an ass like that of adult film performers Jada Stevens, or Kelsi Monroe. Once her shorts were up, she turned back to me, grabbing my hand, saying,
“Please, Alex. I’m already right here. Please just let me go pee already. I’m in the bathroom already.” she said firmly, pleadingly, looking me in the eyes.
“Hey guys! Come have breakfast!” we heard Aunt Linda yell from across the house in the kitchen. Shirley kept her gaze locked on mine, searching for sympathy. Instead, I just tugged my sexy cousin by the hand towards the kitchen…
Breakfast proceeded with all of us having eggs and bacon, biscuits and gravy, coffee and orange juice, southern style. The general mood was lively and congenial, and no one but me noticed poor Shirley suffering in silence, forking her eggs into her mouth as her crossed legs never stopped bouncing and shifting in her seat, clearly trying not to let herself pee and flood her little daisy dukes. What appeared to be great feast of food laid out on the table was devoured in several quick minutes, as there were after all, nine of us eating together. The adults had been discussing the state fair for past thirty minutes, though Shirley clearly had not caught wind of the idea, her entire focus being on her bladder as she looked up with surprise to find that it had basically been decided for her that they were all in fact to go out to the annual West Virginia state fair, happening nearby as they ate. Soon, we were all loaded up in the car together as we departed for the state fair. Shirley sat just beside me, and kept blowing out subtle “oooh”s of breath between tightly pursed lips as her thighs never stopped bouncing in her seat, and her hand gripped the above door handle fiercely, not daring to hold herself in the car where anyone would notice. Her breaths were panicky and shaky, however, and I could tell she was doing all she could to drive down the volume of her exhalations as well as the voracity of her thigh bouncing, lest another passenger in the car become aware of her embarrassing plight. Sarha sat on Mark’s lap in the back, the only way all of us could fit, and I wondered if they could see Shirley’s subtle bouncing from behind. One precious moment, burned into my memory with searing clarity, was when we went over a HARD bump in the road, everyone in the car bouncing, and Shirley’s right hand gripped my left leg fiercely, as she sucked in air through tightly clenched teeth, and squeezed her thighs together as hard as she could. She then let out a small cry and clutched her pussy through her shorts with rapid speed, before letting go and attempting to cross her big gorgeous legs. Because we were squeezed in so tightly however, this was difficult for her to do, and her seatbelt also wouldn’t budge as she struggled with real effort to pull against it with her thigh to cross her leg. She couldn’t cross her legs, and let out another “ughhh”, before sucking in air through clenched teeth again, shutting her eyes, her face wincing in pain as she finally managed with her hands to get her seatbelt loose enough to cross her gorgeous legs, at which point she hunched over and gripped her knees tightly with both hands, blowing out air between her lips as she stared intently out the front window of the car. Even with her legs tightly crossed, Shirley couldn’t sit still in her seat, and quickly uncrossed her legs, bouncing them up and down next to each other, before again struggling to loosen up her seatbelt to cross her legs the other way, the whole time letting out frustrated sighs of resignation, of annoyance, of anger, and of pain. She didn’t dare look me in the eyes. She was deeply uncomfortable and no doubt embarrassed by the urgency of her bodily need. She shifted, fidgeted, and bounced her gorgeous, daisy duke-clad tanned legs for the entire twenty minute ride, letting out quiet, aggravated breaths, until finally, the car slowed to a crawl as we reached the great big outdoor field that was being used as a parking lot for the fair.
“Alright, here we are I guess” Ronnie said, looking out as he gripped the wheel. “Where to park? Where to park?”
“Just park anywhere.” Shirley said, attempting to sound friendly, and not at all desperate.
“Oh I’m sorry, young miss, do you want to drive?” Ronnie said with mock tone in his voice, looking around for a parking spot.
“Ughhh” Shirley grunted as she breathed, struggling again to cross her lovely long legs. Finally we parked, and Shirley immediately unbuckled her seatbelt and jumped out of the car, running in place just next to the car, as we all exited at a much more relaxed pace.
“Everything alright Shirley?” my Aunt Linda said to her daughter. “Did you drink too much coffee or something? You look like you could bounce off the walls right now. Not to mention you could have worn a bra, young lady.” Linda was right, Shirley’s big tits were bouncing under her T shirt with glorious, free flowing effect, her hard nipples pushing the out the thin tight cotton, casting stark shadows down her shirt, like sun dials in the harsh sunlight. “But seriously miss, too much coffee for you?”
The rest of us were slowly clambering out of the car, stretching our legs.
“My daughter’s an athlete, she’s energetic with or without coffee.” Ronnie said, stretching his legs.
“No, it’s not her energy I’m referring to. She looks like her bladders about to blast off. She needs to pee.” Linda said matter-of-factly, gesturing to her bouncing daughter.
“No I’m fine.” Shirley said, standing up straight, forcing herself to plaster a smile across her face and halt her desperate bouncing. Mark, Sarah, Maxine and my parents were looking all around the parking lot at the other fair goers emerging from the cars and ambling away towards the festivities.
“It’s fine if you have to pee, Shirley, I’m sure they’ll have restrooms, here.” Linda said, looking up and down her daughters tight, tensing legs.
“Seriously mom, I’m fine.” Shirley insisted adamantly, her cheeks blushing. She glanced at me quickly with a worried look that she soon covered with another fake smile, and I noticed her toes curling tightly again like earlier, blades of green grass being squeezed between them. Was Shirley gonna piss herself at the state fair? Was I going to make her do this? I still hadn't decided if I was going to be merciful or cruel in the end, and luckily for me, I didn’t have to decide yet as we just then all of us started walking towards the fair…
It was a hot day, and upon entering the fair, it was my dad who made a B line for one of the concession stands that was selling lemonade, apparently attached to a charity raising money to fight cancer. There was a little bit of a line, and as we had entered together, we all stood there together a few moments before Shirley saw the port-a-potties in the distance and gripped my hand tightly and looked me in the eyes mouthing a very quiet, but very desperate sounding,
“Please may I go to the bathroom now? Please?” her eyes were pleading as much as her words, subtly curtsying in front of me. “Please, look, the port-a-potty line is so long, please I need to go over there right now, Alex. I really need to pee. I really cant hold it much longer.” she said, not letting go of my hand with hers, the tightness of her grip indicating the fullness of her bladder and consequent agony. Still, she was making a huge, and successful effort to drive down her pee dancing and try to remain unnoticed, even in spite of her mother’s embarrassing comments several minutes earlier.
“Drink a full glass of lemonade and then I’ll let you stand in line at the port-a-potties.” I said to my cousin, firmly. She just turned back and looked at the concession stand with wide panicky eyes, as her feet started to subtly step from foot to foot, shifting her body weight constantly. Finally the family in front of us finished paying and stepped away, and the cashier, a young man about our age, stared at Shirley’s hard nipples showing brightly through her tight T shirt for a long moment before regaining his focus and paying attention to my father, busy trying to order a round of lemonades for all of us. We all took a glass, and Shirley’s eyebrows furrowed with real concern as she stared down at the liquid, uncertain if she could imbibe it all. Without giving herself a moment to rethink the decision, she downed the entire cup and discarded it into the wastebasket, before trotting quickly away towards the port-a-potty lines without even saying anything.
I quickly caught up with her. The line was quite long, as the fair had obviously underestimated the number of fair goers in attendance that year, or just hadn’t provided enough facilities due to a shortage, sheer incompetence, or some other reason. But the line was moving at a crawling pace, and the fair was writhing and seething with hoards of and hoards of West Virginians, families walking by all around us, while the line before us barely moved. A mother with a young boy and young girl stood behind us, and as Shirley kept bouncing up and down in place, her butt jiggling in her too-short-shorts, I noticed the young boys eyes transfixed by Shirley’s jiggling ass. The boy said,
“Mommy, why is she bouncing?” I turned round, to see a mother in a long dress shifting her weight from side to side as she frustratedly stood behind us in line.
“She probably needs to go to the bathroom like the rest of us.” the mother said, before sighing loudly in frustration, crossing her legs.
“But I don't need to go to the bathroom.” the little daughter said.
“Neither do I” said the son.
The mother retorted in an annoyed-sounding tone. “If you don’t go now, you're gonna have to go later, and these lines are ridiculous.” She sounded particularly annoyed on the word “ridiculous” and her gaze caught mine at this moment too, at which point she flashed me a friendly smile, continuing to cross her legs. She looked to be in her early thirties. She wore a long dress with black and white stripes that went all the way to her ankles, her sandal-clad feet.
“But I don't need to go at all, mommy.” said the son, looking around bored.
“Okay well maybe it’s not about you. Maybe your mother needs to pee, alright?” snapped the mother with rebuke at her son.
“Do you need to pee, mommy?” asked the daughter.
“Yes. Mommy needs to pee very badly right now.” the mother stated firmly. Shirley turned round and faced the mother with a smile.
“Join the club, I’m about to water the grass.” Shirley said with a strained looking smile, curtsying on the spot where she stood. Shirley clutched herself, then let go again, bobbing on the spot.
The mother let out a small chuckle as she too bounced on the spot, saying,
“You wouldn’t be the first. Look at all these people going out into the woods. With this kind of a line for the restrooms, they're not going out there bird watching I can tell you that.” the mother said to Shirley and I as she curtsied on the the spot, clutching her children’s hands. Shirley and I turned round and watched, as the mother was right, there were men, and some women, leaving the port-a-potty line altogether as they ducked away sheepishly behind the trees beyond the row of port-a-potties, no doubt looking for a hidden place in the woods to relieve their bladders in private, unable or unwilling to wait any longer for a free stall.
“Oh please, Alex, let me go pee in the woods. I seriously cant wait any longer. I really really dont wanna piss my pants in front of everyone like this. Please. Please.” She was pleading so hard with me now that she even had her hands together in a praying motion as she bent her knees up and and down, begging for me to permit her to relieve herself in the woods...
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PART 5
“Oh please, Alex, let me go pee in the woods. I seriously cant wait any longer. I really really dont wanna piss my pants in front of everyone like this. Please. Please.” She was pleading so hard with me now that she even had her hands together in a praying motion as she bent her knees up and and down, begging for me to permit her to relieve herself in the woods. Before I could answer,
“Mommy, how are you gonna pee in the port-a-potty if we cant go in with you?” the son asked suddenly. I turned as the mother sighed in real frustration for a moment, looking around, thinking, clearly this predicament hadn't occurred to her til her son pointed it out, they couldn't very well all three fit in the port-a-potty could they? And clearly she didn't want to leave her kids unattended.
“Look!” the mother said, stepping from foot to foot. “I’ll just…” (sighing in frustration, stepping up and down from foot to foot) “I’ll just have to wait til..” her voice trailed off as she looked away to a couple of men stepping into the trees to go and piss. “Oh god, come with me.” she begged, as she tugged her children quickly away towards the woods.
“Please lets go too. Please lets go too, Alex” Shirley begged me, again grabbing her pussy through her shorts for a moment.
“Let’s go to the woods.” I said to her. She immediately grabbed my forearms with both hands tightly, bending close, desperately saying,
“Oh thank you thank you thank you” before walking briskly away towards the trees, several men’s eyes glued to her gorgeous butt in her short shorts as she quickly and desperately walked away towards the woods…
Upon entering the woods, there were at least six or seven men standing around, peeing into bushes, peeing behind trees. Shirley was tortured by the sound of pissing cocks as she strode through the woods, looking for a place more hidden for her to pee. I followed just several feet behind her, but as we rounded the corner into another little clearing between some more trees and bushes, it was already full with three other men peeing around the perimeter, a forth man zipping up his trousers as he headed back in our direction. The smell of piss everywhere, Shirley grabbed her pussy and squeezed herself through her shorts as she took quick, tense steps through the woodsy clearing, rounding another corner. She was already unbuttoning the top button on the fly of her shorts as she turned the next corner, looking for a place to pee. We were surprised then to walk right onto a squatting teenaged girl, pissing in full delight as she was sighing deeply with relief, not even seeming to care that we saw her, as Shirley and I walked right past her. We rounded another grove of shrubbery and stumbled on the mother and her two kids from the port-a-potty line earlier, the mother dancing in place right there as she let go of her kids hands, and pulled her dress slowly up her legs, bunching it in her hands before her as she collected it. It was a loose dress with lots of fabric, and as it rose up her calves, I noticed the mom couldn't stop stepping back and forth from foot to foot between her children. A man was peeing in the bushes about forty five feet ahead, the woods were just so full of pissing people…
“Youre not really gonna pee out here are you mommy?” the son asked his mother.
“Yes, alright?! your mother needs to piss.” the mother stepped from foot to foot as she continued gathering up her dress.
“Pee! pee! Sorry. Mommy’s sorry, don’t say piss. Say pee.” she said breathlessly as she kept gathering and bunching up her long dress before her, rising past her knees now, her sexy legs being revealed slowly.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” Shirley said as she stood there frantically stepping back and forth from foot to foot with her daisy dukes fully unzipped, her panties showing as she gripped her shorts on both sides, just dying to pull them down and piss, but knowing she couldn't very well do that and keep her dignity, especially in front of these children. The mother looked over and saw us, and blushed with embarrassment at her current situation as she frantically struggled to gather her dress up around her waist, her sexy black underwear now being revealed as she turned round to face us with shock, not knowing what to say. Shirley couldn't stop walking in place, clutching the sides of her denim shorts. Her eyes looked like she was about to cry as she pee danced standing there in the woods for several seconds as the young girl watched her legs and the boy stared at Shirley’s panties through her unzipped fly.
“I’ll wait.” Shirley said. “I’m sorry, theres nowhere to go. I really can’t hold it. I- lll just wait for you to finish and leave, oh god, this is embarrassing, I wont pee in front of your children, I promise.”
“It’s okay, don’t worry, it’s not your fault! It’s this fair! Hold mommy’s dress in back, hold mommy’s dress in back!” the mom shouted lightly at her son as she proceeded to squat in rapid speed down to the ground, pulling her panties to the side of her pussy. At once, the mom began peeing with voracious force, letting out an absolute TORRENT onto the ground, her son holding her dress of the ground in back. She let out a huge “OHHH!!!!!” of relief as she she peed and peed with firehose-like force onto the soil beneath her where she squatted. Her daughter watched wide-eyed in disbelief as her mommy peed and peed uncontrollably in front of her, and in front of strangers, in the woods. The mother opened her eyes and looked up sympathetically at Shirley, clearly also dying to relieve herself. “Oh godddd, hey” (exhale) “Hey it’s okay if you need to pee, miss. You don't have to wait for us to leave, it’s okay.” the mother said breathlessly between long exhalations of breath as her vagina continued and continued to fire away, voiding her bladder’s fluids. The mom didn't even seem to notice or care when her puddle got so big that it touched her sandals, she just looked so relieved to finally be peeing, having clearly held it for ages. I noticed the little boy’s eyes locked onto his mothers pissing vagina, probably the first nude vagina he'd ever seen in his life, and here it was his mother, moaning in ecstasy as she pissed and pissed her heart out, too. Shirley just kept bouncing, fighting the urge to pull down her shorts as she noticed the boy kept glancing over in her direction, drinking in the sight of Shirley’s exposed panties before returning his gaze to his mother’s fiercely pissing cunt, her growing puddle of urine on the ground… Shirley finally decided she couldn't wait any longer and began to inch her shorts down her waist slightly before I snapped at her,
“Shirley! Dont you dare. You’ll wait til we’re alone.” I said firmly.
“Nonsense. Please pee. It’ll take the shame off me. I’m peeing in front of my children for god’s sake, I can’t help it, I held it so long, oh goddd…” the mother said, her words trailing off into a sigh of relief, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy, before she looked up at us laughing a meek and awkward laugh, all of us clearly aware of how loudly her pussy was hissing and pissing at the moment, as she squatted down in front of us in plain view, her bladder forcefully draining it’s contents onto the ground beneath her as her son held her dress off the ground in back.
Shirley stared down with sheer envy, seeing this sexy young mom hiss and piss in front of her kids, in front of Shirley and myself, while Shirley mentally forced herself to hold out, and stop holding herself, until this woman had finished and exited stage with her kids. Shirley forced her the top button on her denim shorts fastened again, whimpering lightly with the added pressure on her abdomen. “Huhhhhh” the young mom moaned again, peeing exasperatedly onto the ground beneath her squatting vagina, her splayed legs, her puddle of urine growing large and frothy. Finally, her stream died down to a slow trickle, splashing audibly into the puddle beneath her, before dying down to a slight dribble, til she replaced her panties and stood up, “drop my dress” she said to her son, his eyes glued to his mother’s rear end. He dropped her dress as she turned to us, breathing a last sigh of relief, catching her breath.
“Okay, sorry, I’ll leave you to it, then.” she said, before shepherding her kids away in front of her, back in the direction we came.
I turned to Shirley, her pee dancing firing up again after the others had left from view. She looked in me with pain in her eyes, this beauty if pain, this damsel in distress, my cousin looked so sexy as she danced and pranced like a horse in place, her long nude legs leading up to her little shorts, her swollen stomach, her winking belly button, her bulbous tits, her white teeth biting her juicy red lips, her eyes showing a mix of worry and anguish…
“Please Alex.” she pleaded with me, staring straight into my eyes as she danced.
“Please what?” I asked.
“Please may I go to the bathroom now?” she said with rapid-fire syllables.
“I dont see any bathrooms out here.” I said like a smartass. Shirley clawed through her shorts at her pussy with both hands, hearing this.
“Please Alex, I’m gonna piss myself.” she whined.
“Ah ah ah. No leaking” I said, wagging my index finger in her face.
“I haven’t leaked, I swear.” she said, her voice sounding frantic and strained.
“I don’t believe you, prove it.” I demanded, though I never expected what happened next. All I anticipated was for Shirley to remove her hands so that I could inspect the crotch of her shorts for a wet spot, but instead, she ripped down her denim shorts and her PANTIES! showing me her almost nude, tight, muscular, blonde-haired little pussy, her vagina muscles contracting, holding, and trembling with full force, fighting to hold back the flood inside Shirley’s bladder. Her entire abdomen meeting her thighs, and groin area muscles all looked extremely strong, no doubt the result of lots of difficult and hikes and cliff face climbs, being the outdoorsy girl that Shirley was. I’d also never seen blonde pubic hair on a woman before, and my cousins gorgeous cunt, on full showcased display before me, looked so tasty in that moment that I wanted nothing more than to stick my tongue in to taste it. Her pussy just kept trembling, refusing to let a single drop of urine escape her tight, and gorgeous body. “See, I’m dry, no leaks. Now please let me pee, Alex. Please…” she begged like a schoolgirl as I dipped my head low to inspect her gorgeous womanhood, breathing in lightly with my nostrils. She started prancing around in circles in the small clearing in front of me, lifting he knees high in the air like a trotting horse as she walked. “Please, I’ve held it since we got to the house yesterday. Please Alex, I haven’t peed in like twenty four hours now.” she whined as she continued to walk feverishly in circles in front of me, her shorts still pulled down around her thighs, her gorgeously round ass sticking out above her shorts, jiggling beautifully with each of her bouncing, fidgety steps. I paused, then asked her,
“Why are you a Tomboy, Shirley, pretty girl like you? What gives? What made you this way?” I asked. She continued to dance in feverish circles in front of me, unable to stop moving.
“I just, I always liked boy things, but I also wanted to prove I can do anything a man can do. I never wanted to feel less than a guy, I guess.” she said.
“Okay, well I’m glad you say that, cause guess what I saw down one of the aisles at this ridiculous redneck fair?” I said.
“What? what did you see? Alex, I’m sorry but can I please pee?” she begged. I looked down at her ass as she walked like a horse in circles before me, that lovely round rear end, that pornstar ass, finally free of her shorts, naked in front of me, bouncing and quivering all over the place as she couldn't stand still for a second, that perfect Jada Stevens ass on the body of my pretty-faced country-girl cousin with gorgeous tits. Looking down at her big round butt jiggle and sway, I stopped resisting, did exactly what I wanted to do in the heat of that sexy, aroused moment. I pulled my hand back high in the air when she turned away from me, and quickly brought it down SMACK! through the air as I SLAPPED Shirley HARD on her left ass cheek, her whole butt quivering with the ripple effect. She fell forward and braced herself on the tree before her, letting out a shriek as she clutched her pussy tightly with her free hand, stopping herself quickly from peeing in her shorts. She held herself up against the tree, and slowly turned around to face me, looking entirely confused as to what happened. She just stared at me, then averted her gaze to my raised hand, then reached down and touched her beautiful butt cheek where I slapped her, observing the red, stinging hand mark left behind. I stepped up closer to her stopping inches from her face as I gazed at my gorgeous cousin. She just searched my eyes for some sort of answers, mouthing a quiet,
“What was that?”, before her look turned quickly to one of fleeting desire, as Shirley grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in, making out with me for a few seconds, kissing me longingly and deeply, her tongue pulling on mine. I squeezed her right breasts tightly, feeling the soft yet firm water balloon consistency, pinching the tight little nipple. I reached down with my other hand and got a big handful of ass as I squeezed Shirley’s bulbous cheek. My cock was straining against the inside of my jeans hard. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to fuck my sexy cousin right there in the woods. She quickly pushed me away, seeming to remember suddenly that we were related, we just looked at each other silently a few seconds, before she slowly shook her head as if to say, “this is not a good idea.”
I just stared right back into her eyes and said,
“When we first entered the fair, there were two contests I saw going on, there was a wet T shirt contest full of young women like you, but then further down the line, on the other side of the port-a-potties, there were guys competing to see who could stand on one of the amplifiers over there, and pee further then the others…” Shirley curtsied at the word “pee” her legs dancing and writhing where she stood. “Compete in one of those contests, Shirley, and then pee after that, you officially have my permission. But remember Shirley, you say you wanna prove you can do anything a guy can do right?” I said. Trembling, Shirley put a hard look on her face after a long moment and said,
“Where’s the fucking contest?” she asked.
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PART 6 (FINAL PART)
“Where’s the fucking contest?” she asked.
Soon we were walking back through the woodsy area from whence we came, passing nearly a dozen pissing men as well as another blushing mother squatting beside what looked to be her teenaged daughter, both womens’ pussies emitting furious streams. Shirley clutched herself tightly, seeing them, her other hand being pulled away by mine as I held her hand tightly, tugging her gently through the trees, surrounded by the torturous sounds of pee streams everywhere. On the way out, we bumped into one gentleman who had his back turned to us, busy zipping up his pants, her turned round and saw me holding Shirley’s hand, while Shirley just kept curtsying, walking in place, huffing and puffing with shaky breaths, touching her crotch, pulling her hand away, etc.
“Might as well let her pee out here, she won’t get a chance at those lines.” this older, hillbilly-looking dude in overalls said to me, seeing me tow away desperate looking Shirley. Shirley just whimpered, unconvincingly,
“I- I’m fine.” in a shaky, pathetic voice, as we continued out of the woods, back past the port-a-potty lines, longer than before now, several people pee dancing where they stood. We continued straight ahead, me pulling Shirley’s hand gently, several people pausing to admire her beautiful Jessica Simpson legs, her lovely large breasts encased in her tight thin T shirt, the sexy red hand-mark visible on her left butt-cheek, poking out from under her too-short shorts…
Finally we reached a large stage where several young women in tight T shirts stood lined up while an announcer called out,
“Okay let’s give a big redneck welcome to our next competitor!” into a microphone as he ushered the next girl in line over center stage. The girl was a pretty, petite young thing with perky little breasts and olive toned skin. “What’s your name, young ma’am?”
“Micah.” the young girl said.
“Alrighty little Micah, and what made you wanna compete in the wet T shirt contest today?” the announcer asked Micah.
“My dad wants me to win the free lawn mower.” Micah responded. The small crowd gathered before the stage laughed at this, the announcer turning to the audience, laughing with them. I nudged Shirley’s arm, and pointed something else out that she might not have noticed otherwise. Beyond the stage, in a corner of the tree-lined perimeter, there were indeed some teenaged boys who were standing on an unused amplifier behind the stage near the trees, pissing out onto a white target that they had laid out on the ground, cheering on the results.
“What do you say? Are you “man” enough to compete in that one? Or are you gonna take the lazy way out and show of your gorgeous tits in the wet T shirt contest?” Shirley danced in place rapidly looking at the long line of girls on the stage for the wet T shirt contest, before looking back over with envy as the boys just pissed and pissed away, cheering each other on. Shirley wanted to pee for sure, but with a whimpering, trembling voice she just said,
“i can’t do that. No way can I just do that in front of everyone.” she said to me.
“Do what?” I asked.
“I’m not just gonna expose my vagina and pee in front of everyone like that.” she turned to me, gripping my forearm tightly, curtsying up and down rapidly on the spot, bouncing like a bunny rabbit. “Alex, please let me just run back into the woods and relieve myself. Please Alex.” she pleaded. “I have piss like worst racehorse in West Virginia right now.” she said, gripping her pussy tightly her eyes welling with moisture. I didn’t fully get the logic of the metaphor, but her tone and bobbing posture said everything. I stared back at her, replying,
“The agreement was the agreement, Shirley. Dont disappoint.” Without out waiting a second longer, Shirley ran over to the line beside the stage of the wet T shirt contest, joining the other girls, but she couldn’t stop pee dancing in front of them, not anymore, nope, theres was nothing Shirley could do to stop prancing high-kneed like a horse, walking in circles in the line beside the girls. The other girls just stared at Shirley, one of the asking,
“Umm, what’s wrong?” they asked, with concern. Micah meanwhile was getting a round of applause as she did twirled on the stage, showing of her petite tits, visible through her now soaked t shirt. Shirley’s braless boobs bounced under her tight T as she looked back at the other girls in line, with pain in her eyes and voice and asked,
“Can I- Can I just go ahead of you girls? Like to the stage?” she said. The other girls stared back, one asking,
“Umm, why?”
Shirley shakily replied,
“I- I’m gonna piss myself.” as she danced in circles. The other girls rolled their eyes as the one in front gestured for Shirley to cut ahead. As Shirley quickly walked past the line of girls tot the stage, one of them muttered under her breath,
“Attention whore.” But Shirley paid no mind, her sole focus being on getting the contest over with so she could finally dash into the woods and pee. The crowd drank in the long gorgeous legs and bulbous tits of my sexy cousin Shirley as she walked across the stage to the announcer with as much composure as she could muster. As I watched with dozens of other West Virginians, Shirley’s cheeks flushed a hot red blush as she finally realized just how many eyes were on her. The announcer got a nice long look at Shirley’s big boobs as he turned back to the crowd announcing,
“Well well well, folks, it looks like we got a girl on scholarship for this contest! Look at this lovely little lady!” he said with glee. The crowd admire Shirley, but as soon as she reached the announcer and had nowhere further to walk, she immediately curtsied up and down on the spot, hunched over, before crossing her legs tightly, and forcing a smile on her face as she looked to the announcer. The announcer drank in the image of her ridiculous posture, then asked her,
“And what’s your name little lady? Jessica rabbit?” he joked. Shirley fought not to grab herself on stage, not in front of all of these people, instead, she just kept her long legs tightly crossed and replied a meek, “Shirley.” The announcer looked her up and down again.
“And Shirley, can I ask what’s up with your little Irish jig here?” he said, indicating her writhing, bouncing body. Her lovely tits bouncing under her tight T shirt. I expected Shirley to lie, to come up with some excuse, but she uttered into the microphone,
“I- I need to go to the bathroom.” Blushing an even brighter pink with embarrassment, Shirley looked mortified, ashamed of herself to pee so noticeably desperate in front of all these people, and to have admitted her desperate need as well. As much empathy as I felt for her however, I was also deeply turned on by the humiliating sights of my desperate cousin trying not to piss herself on the stage.
“Oh really now?” the announcer said with a mischievous smile as he turned to the crowd. “They did tell you this was the wet T shirt contest not the wet pants contest right?” he joked, interacting more with the audience than Shirley. He turned back to Shirley, asking,
“And what made you wanna compete in the wet t shirt contest today?”
Shaking, not knowing what to say, Shirley was apparently suddenly overcome with another spasm of desperation from her bladder, as she quickly reached down, clutching her crotch tightly, keeping her hand there, frantically telling the announcer,
“Please, I jut need to go to the bathroom, please.” in a truly desperate sounding voice. I could tell she was thoroughly embarrassed by her circumstances, but by god was going to stick to her agreement. People stared at my sexy cousin holding herself on stage, not knowing whether to laugh off her desperate frantic antics, or to try to stem their own arousal at the idea of seeing this soon-to-be wet lady, maybe also wet herself.
“Wow. Well you know there’s easier ways to go to the bathroom then to enter a wet T shirt contest.” the announcer said with a sarcastic tone of voice and a mischievous smile. Shirley turned to the side, apparently finding holding herself less embarrassing if the crowd couldn't see her hand. Instead, they saw her writhing twisting legs, rock hard calves flexing as her whole body fought to contain her urine for just a few minutes longer. Two guys from the side of the stage brought a big bucket of water over Shirley’s head as the announcer backed away. Finally they poured it over her, soaking my desperate cousin from head to toe as she shuddered in response, holding her pussy through her now wet shorts with all her strength. If she’d been smart she may have pissed herself at this very moment and used the water as a disguise for her dirty deed, but as Shirley stood there shaking and trembling, water pouring down over her luscious body, I could tell she let nothing go, and remained as desperate as ever before. The announcer looked frustratedly at Shirley’s hunched over posture and said,
“Alright, come on now, let us get a look.” he said, motioning to her soaking tits. Shirley blushed and turned back towards the crowd as just then the sun emerged from behind clouds, casting direct light onto my cousin as though she were an angel. Her beautiful boobs showed so clearly through the tiny thin cotton of her T shirt that even the skin tones were clearly visible, almost as though she wore nothing at all, tan skin leading to pale triangles where her bikini line was, topped off cherry style with gorgeous red nipples, hard as glass in the country sunlight. The announcer just said,
“WOW! Folks, I think we may have a winner!” but Shirley couldn't stand around any longer, she had to pee right now, and she had earned it. Deciding finally that she’d either lived up to her end of the deal, or just couldn't afford to care any longer, Shirley frantically ran over to the back of the stage, and I shuffled past people in the crowd as I struggled to follow my cousin with my line of vision. She was headed in the direction of the woods were the teenaged boys were pissing onto the target. Startling the boys, without any announcement whatsoever, Shirley shoved one of them to the side as she unsnapped her daisy duke shorts. The kid reacted angrily for a second before he, and the others all turned to see this Jessica Simpson sexy country girl soaking wet beside them, her gorgeous boobs bouncing wildly in her wet T shirt. “Huuuuuhhhhhhhh……” Shirley was whimpering frantically as she pranced past the boys, holding her shorts. I caught up to them as I saw her shoving past the boys, looking like she were going to dart out into the woods to pee finally. One boy was inspecting the target on the ground, and hadn't even noticed Shirley as finally, with rapid speed, she yanked down her shorts and panties and got them free of one of her legs as she planted both feet firmly on the amplifier around which they stood. The boys behind her were caught mesmerized at the sight of her big sexy behind, that Kelsi Monroe ass, the red hand mark still clearly visible on her left butt cheek like a lipstick kissy mark, as without any warning at all, Shirley reached down to herself, gripping her pussy with two fingers in a V shape, as she stood tall on the amplifier, and let out a “AGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!” as her vagina SHOT OUT PISS like a FIREHOSE, straight out onto the small grassy clearing in front of her. Her face took on a look of near demonic anger as she PISSED as HARD AS SHE COULD out before her as these teenaged boys watched, captivated by the pissing Shirley. The kid out in the field’s jaw dropped, nearly drooling as he watched hypnotized by Shirley’s pissing vagina, spraying urine wildly all over the place, missing the target, past the target, soaking the target, just pee spraying everywhere while my cousin stood there with her shorts and panties around one ankle, peeing standing up. The boy did something I never could have expected. He reached out into the air, touched Shirley’s spraying pee, and brought his fingers into his mouth, tasting her PISS! I was momentarily disgusted, then envious, I wanted a taste too… “HUUHHHHAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!” Shirley continued to grunt and moan as she peed and peed out like a geyser erupting peeing everywhere, sending a mist of urine that coated the kids face by the target with a small sheen of girl pee. I approached just as Shirley’s stream died down to the volume of an open wine barrel, the contents pouring slowly out of her gorgeous blonde haired vagina as she looked over and made eye contact with me, huffing and puffing, struggling to catch her breath, sweaty faced, as her pussy just peed and peed away. She made no move to close her legs or hide anything, from me or from the boys, either from not caring any more, or perhaps from never caring, proving indeed that she should be treated like one of the boys if she desired, and wasn’t going to be ashamed of her bodily functions if we weren’t. This turned out to be the case, as I learned upon politely averting my gaze away from her private parts as I approached her. My cock was dangerously hard in my pants.
“You see, this is the problem.” she said between breaths, still peeing. “You men have to make a big deal about girls peeing but you think you’re entitled just to whip out you cocks shamelessly and pee wherever you want.” she said. “Well guess what, I am proving that girls can be just like ya’ll if we want.” Her stream still going steadily, I looked out to the grass. The whole target had been painted yellow with Shirley’s pee, there was voluminous amount of pee everywhere. Glancing past Shirley, I could see at least two of the boys surreptitiously rubbing themselves through their pants as they stared at my pissing cousin. I was ridiculously aroused, but got wise in that moment as I just said to Shirley,
“You were amazing.” and left it at that. When Shirley finally finished up, none of the boys said anything to Shirley or I, probably thinking I was her boyfriend and that it would be unwise to make any lewd comments until we were out of earshot.
“What to do now?” Shirley asked. “Maybe we rejoin the others?” Her posture and body language was now completely relaxed and composed, and her shirt had begun to dry out now in the West Virginian sun. I desperately wanted to get away from her and masturbate, my penis was still so ridiculously hard from the culmination of the days events. I didn’t know what to tell her, but I just said,
“Look, go and find them and text me when you do to let me know where ya’ll are at? Im gonna get some trinkets to surprise you guys with over here…” I said, pointing to some booths that were selling honey, and birdhouses, and various other hand made items for sale.
“What? really?” Shirley said, sounding rightfully confused at such a bizarre prospect, us splitting up now after such a long day, but I truly couldn’t afford to care at that moment, I needed to jerk off, badly, and end my wicked arousal at last.
“Yeah. Really. I’ll catch up with you guys, I promise. Text me.” I said, as I walked away from her towards the stands. I didn’t know where I was gonna go, I only planned on waiting til she’d walked away and I could sneak back around to the port-a-potty line to get a free stall to jerk off in, however disgusting the stall may have been. I turned and looked over my shoulder. Shirley was no longer standing there, and so I walked back in that direction. My cock rock hard in my pants, I hoped no one noticed my painful erection as I shuffled past the crowd of families at the fair. I was so turned on at that moment, that I didn’t even notice when I finally bumped into… Maxine, looking up to me with surprise, then turning away with embarrassment.
“Alex! Hey!” she looked away from me sheepishly. “I just want you to know Im sorry about last night. I’m just super embarrassed.” she said.
“About what?” I asked.
“About, well, about… peeing in your tent. I’m so sorry.” she said, turning away from me, blushing. Her cute, petite body looked so sexy as she stood before me, crossing her arms.
“It’s not your fault, dont be embarrassed.” I said with genuine warmth in my voice as I reached out and touched her arm.
“Im embarrassed because I like you.” she said, turning and looking for a long silent moment into my eyes. Without waiting, I took Maxine by the hand and walked us both quickly past the port-a-potties, quickly through the trees where everybody was pissing. Men pissing here, further into the woods, a couple of squatting women there, further and further and further into the woods until Maxine and I were fully alone, and only then did I turn back round and face her. She looked at me a silent second before we began kissing, right out there in the woods. We made out for a long long while, as I reached down and slid my hand inside her shorts, in her panties, and inserted my finger into her tight little pussy, getting it wetter and wetter as I prodded her lips and located her little clitoris, giving it a good rub. She moaned in arousal and tilted her head back as I rubbed Maxine’s innermost chamber with my hungry fingers. She backed away a couple feet, lost in arousal as she removed her shirt, showing off her petite little tits. I took this opportunity to unfasten my fly and drop my trousers, pulling my rock hard cock from my underpants as I began to jerk myself off a little bit. Maxine stared down at my manhood with lust as she quickly removed her own pants and walked back up to me, grabbing my hand and pulling it back towards her pussy. I rubbed her soaking pussy again before turning her around, bending her over as she braced herself against a tree in front of her, and finally slid inside her. It didn’t matter that I was really completely turned on all day by Shirley and my cock was now entering the gloriously tight, wet walls of Maxine, I closed my eyes and pictured Shirley’s gorgeous, deperate facial expressions from throughout the day, the soaking bulbous tits, and that ASS, her magnificent ass with MY red hand mark, like a marker of my territory.
“Ohhhhhhh” Maxine began to moan as I thrust my hard cock in and out of her wet little hole. I looked down at the small of her back and where it met her cute little butt as I slammed and slammed into her little pussy from behind. “Fuck YESSS” she moaned, getting more and more into it as I humped this little teen mercilessly. I closed my eyes again, and pictured myself actually fucking Shirley from behind, not Maxine, but the idea of Shirley’s sexy ass on my cock was going to make me come too quickly, so I opened my eyes again and pulled out of Maxine. She turned back to me and kissed my voraciously with a deep and intense hunger.
“Come on! I’m not done yet!” she snapped with anger and lust in her tone. “I need to cum!” she said. I repositioned her flexible teen body, this time making her do the splits as I brought one of her legs in the air past my shoulder. She held onto a tree branch sideways as her other leg remained planted firmly on the ground. Her legs splayed wide and vertical, I slid my manhood back into her wet little tight pussy, and again began thrusting and humping away. Next I got her onto the ground and fucked her missionary style relentlessly for several minutes. She too closed her eyes in ecstasy as I fucked her, giving her the summer fuck she needed, as finally, and suddenly, her whole body started shuddering and vibrating like an earthquake as her eyes bolted open and she nearly screamed to me,
“Fuck I’m cumming! I’mmmm Cummmmingggggggg!” as her body continued to earthquake and soak my desperately hard cock. Once her climax had ended, I pulled out from her and jerked off until I came all over her cute little chest, using the mental image of pissing Shirley to finally send me over the edge, seining ropes of sticky white cum all over Maxine’s petite tits. She smiled as I came on her. After another twenty minutes alone in the woods, we reemerged, and only then did I notice that Shirley had texted me. We reunited with the rest of the family shortly thereafter, with neither me, nor Maxine, nor Shirley, ever again acknowledging anything that had transgressed over the past thirty six hours. We each got what we wanted that day, and the rest of the family trip proved to be pleasant, in uneventful.
I’ve never challenged Shirley to anything pee related ever again, but often relive the memories in my head of my sexy, bursting cousin.
THE END
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Ah, Metroid Dread. A title like that is just begging for a fear wetting story. Samus isn't really the type to do that, though, so I went for more of a shock/surprise angle. No major spoilers for the game.
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Day 11: Scared/surprised into wetting Samus (Metroid)
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Samus Aran, intergalactic bounty hunter, stared at the door before her and cursed her luck. Her time exploring the planet known only as ZDR had been plagued by increasingly deadly foes, chief among them being the Extraplanetary Multiform Mobile Identifiers, or E.M.M.I. These advanced robots had originally been sent in for observation purposes by the Galactic Federation. However, an unknown party had reprogrammed them with a single purpose: to kill. Samus had fought several, each with a unique and lethal ability, and she was under the impression that she had destroyed them all. The cuboid markings on the door, however, could only mean one thing: an E.M.M.I. Zone. She took a deep breath and went through.
The room beyond was horribly silent. Samus knew the procedure: she would have to evade the E.M.M.I. until she could locate the Central Unit controlling it and take the powerful weapon within. If the robot found her, it would kill her. It was a deceptively simple objective. Samus looked at the map on her visor and frowned. This Zone appeared to be much larger than the ones she had previously encountered, and there was no sign of the E.M.M.I. Hesitantly, Samus stepped forward. She took care to move silently; the E.M.M.I. could pick up on the slightest sound.
It could be anywhere, Samus told herself. Could be at the end, could- there!
Samus felt her heart leap as a bright blue spotlight lit up the floor in front of her. She shuffled back a few steps before looking up to confirm her suspicions. Sure enough, the E.M.M.I. was there, hanging from the ceiling with its powerful claws, its eerie red eye scanning the floor below. Samus held her breath as the robot looked around, then turned away from her. It crawled away along the ceiling, heading into a corridor that led to an upper level. Samus waited until it was out of sight before continuing. She took the first set of stairs she found leading down, eager to create some distance.
Several tense minutes passed. For Samus, the good news was that she saw no sign of the E.M.M.I. The bad news was that she also didn’t see any Central Unit either. Or an exit for that matter. As she progressed further, Samus realized she had another problem. She had been on ZDR for quite a while, with no chances to take a bathroom break. Now, her bladder was starting to make its discomfort known. Samus shuddered and tried to ignore it. Her Power Suit had a built-in waste removal system in case of emergencies, but she hated using it; there was always an uncomfortable dampness left behind.
Gotta hold it for now, Samus thought, trudging onwards.
It wasn’t long before Samus became truly desperate. Her legs shook as she walked forward and it was taking a concentrated effort to stop herself from leaking.
Where’s the Central Unit? Or the exit, she moaned internally. I’m going to- there!
Samus breathed a sigh of relief as she spotted another marked door at the end of a long corridor. Once she got out, she could find a place to relieve herself, then continue her mission. Samus dashed forward, her bladder begging for release. She was almost at the door when the blue light shone in front of her.
Samus didn’t frighten easily, but she felt her heart race at the near miss. As she saw the E.M.M.I. crawling down the wall in front of her, she felt another effect of the shock: she had leaked out a single drop of pee. Embarrassed, Samus quickly got the leak under control and activated her Phantom Cloak, a device that could shield her from the robot’s gaze. Indeed, the E.M.M.I’s eye passed right over her, instead landing on a bloodstain that some unfortunate creature had left on the floor. Vents opened up on its metallic face, and it let out a low hissing sound.
It’s smelling, Samus realized. It can’t see me but this one can probably smell bodily fluids, like blood or… urine.
Samus’ blood turned to ice as the E.M.M.I. looked at her again. It hissed a second time, then the light it emitted turned red. It had tracked her down. The robot rushed towards her, razor-sharp claws extended. Desperate, Samus countered with a melee strike, hitting the E.M.M.I. right in the eye. It was stunned only momentarily, but that was long enough for her to slide underneath it and make it to the exit.
Once she was on the other side of the door, Samus sank to the floor, her heart still pounding.
That was too close, she thought. I- ahh!
Samus’ tortured bladder couldn’t take it any longer, and was leaking at an alarming rate.
“No!” cried Samus, but it was no use; the floodgates opened and she felt the warm wetness spread in the crotch of her suit. She groaned in dismay. The relief felt good, but she had been trying to avoid this exact scenario. Now, there was nothing to do but sit there and wet herself while she waited for her suit’s system to dry her.
“When I get back in there,” Samus muttered to herself, “I’ll turn that E.M.MI. into scrap metal."
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Next up: Peeing lesson/demonstration |
Erin Scollan (classmate): It was a Wednesday afternoon, 8th period, near the end of the day. I sit next to Rylee in Government & Politics so we always got paired up for group projects and stuff in that class. We don't, like, hang out after school or anything but we talk before class starts. But that day she got in just before the bell rang.
Becca Thomas (classmate and friend): We tried to get in the same classes this year but there was enough interest that they split it into two, and I'm in the third period class. So I was able to give her a heads up that Ms. Tinsley was giving a quiz that day. Her quizzes aren't open-book but you are allowed to use the pocket Constitution she gave out on the first day as a reference.
Ashley Craft (classmate and friend): Me and Rylee usually walk over from the B-wing where we're in English together to the A-wing because I have Spanish in the classroom next door. We were like halfway there when she had to turn back and go to her locker.
Becca: Ms. Tinsley won't let you go to your locker if you forgot to bring it. That's why I made sure to tell her there was a quiz.
Ashley: I knew she had to pee during English class but we had a substitute teacher and they aren't allowed to write hall passes anymore since people used to take advantage of subs and just ask for them and go the library to watch YouTube or whatever all period.
Mrs. Preller (substitute teacher): It's a pretty new rule at that school, I think, but I don't sub there very often. It was written out in the instructions for me, though, everyone was supposed to read a few chapters and write a two-paragraph mini-essay about the author's use of foreshadowing. And it said right at the top: no hall passes. Of course a bunch of students tried to ask all day long even though eventually I wrote it on the whiteboard.
Ashley: Rylee asked twice to go during English, once at the beginning and then again after she handed in her write-up. I think she explained that she had to go pretty bad but there were only like eight minutes left by then anyway. Plus Dave Koenig asked like five times but he obviously just wanted to go down to the guidance office where his girlfriend works during her study hall period. So the sub was getting really annoyed with people asking. Anyway, me and Rylee were going to go use the A-wing bathrooms but she had to turn back since her locker is in B so I just figured she'd use those.
Patrick McKinstry (classmate): B-wing was a total shitshow. First of all the leak from the water fountain's still not fixed so like half the hallway is closed off with towels down and that fan going, probably just blowing all that mold up into our faces but whatever. The soccer team had a game against Central so we were all allowed to skip 8th and 9th period to go and get ready. And as I'm going there these two freshman fighting and they just go SLAMMING into a locker. I have no idea how it started but they were going crazy so of course the teachers nearby rush out to see what's going on.
Mr. Inglewood (principal): We've gotten no reports of mold in the school, and we would take any such report very seriously.
Becca: I was coming out of the bathroom right as I saw the woodshop teacher, Mr. Kohler, pick one of them up and literally carry him away. Another teacher got the other one and then a few were blocking the way because, like, if there's blood or something we can't just walk right through it. I saw Rylee pushing her way through to get to her locker, which she finally did. Then I saw her coming back trying to get by to the bathroom, but the teachers were directing everyone away from that area which took forever because of the water fountain.
Erin: I could definitely tell something was wrong as soon as she sat down because she doesn't really have resting bitch face or anything so like it was pretty clear it was something. There wasn't even time to ask before class started though.
Ashley: Even with going to her locker and not being to get to the bathrooms before 8th period I would've thought Rylee would've been fine. Some of our field hockey games are pretty far away and it's just regular school buses so there's no toilets on there. There have been some close calls with that but never with Rylee.
Mackenzie Everett (senior and field hockey captain): I've been on the team for four years and every year there's been at least one time where someone gets stuck on the bus needing to pee super bad. I just roll my eyes every time. It's like, come on.
Anonymous (field hockey teammate): I know for a fact Mackenzie Everett has wet herself on the field hockey bus. She was the only freshman to make varsity so she thinks none of us know but [redacted] was on the team then and she told me. She was like a row over and saw Mackenzie grabbing herself the entire bus ride back to school after a game. When they got back to school and she stood up, [redacted] saw that that Mackenzie's seat was wet. She like sprinted off the bus to the locker room but she definitely had already peed in her uniform a little bit. You totally can't use my name or [redacted]'s either, she'd kill me.
Erin: So anyway Ms. Tinsley was passing out the quizzes and this one was three pages. Sometimes they're just like ten question multiple choice but this one also had a fill-in section and then a short essay. As soon as Rylee got her's she raised her hand, and Ms. Tinsley came over. Rylee asked if she could go and use the bathroom before she started but Ms. Tinsley told her she'd have to wait until after. That's when I first saw how bad it must have been because she looked really distressed and crossed her legs super tight.
Becca: It was a pretty hard quiz. Ms. Tinsley gave us like 30 minutes for it and it took me almost the whole time. And when we started going over it even Lara Hampton had gotten some wrong and she gets 100% on, like, every test and quiz.
Jenna Frye: I sit right behind Rylee and it was getting really distracting. She kept shifting back and forth in her seat and then tapping her foot up and down. I was trying to concentrate on the quiz and she was just like all over the place and then by the end I'm pretty sure she was whispering to herself. I didn't know what was going on until Ms. Tinsley called time.
Erin: She called "pencils down" and we all passed our quizzes to the front and Rylee's hand went up again. She asked "can I have a pass to go to the bathroom?" and Ms. Tinsley was like, "we're just going to go over the quiz real quick, I'll write you a pass after we're done." Rylee's hand stayed up and she was like "please? We had a sub last period so I wasn't able to then!" Ms. Tinsley told her she should have gone between classes, then.
Jenna: That's when I started wondering, like, was she going to be okay? She obviously had to pee SUPER bad by how she was squirming in her seat and the way we go over quizzes in that class takes a while. I still never thought that Rylee would... you know.
Erin: I guess I knew she really had to pee but I was more paying attention to the quiz discussion.
Jenna: I could only see her back but I could tell she was holding herself. She kept lifting herself off her seat and re-adjusting her jeans. Then she raised her hand and kinda waved it around to get Ms. Tinsley's attention, but she just kind of gave Rylee a look and she put her hand down. I guess she was too shy to admit that she was literally about to pee her pants.
Erin: Once we were going over the essay section is when I really started to notice Rylee looking down a lot. She was chewing on her bottom lip and looking really nervous.
Jenna: I'm pretty sure I heard her curse under her breath when Ms. Tinsley was like "okay, Rylee, tell us what you put down for the essay and then I'll write you a pass."
Brendan Jastremski (classmate): She couldn't even really talk in coherent sentences. She somehow started talking about the amendments even though the essay was asking about checks and balances. She kept restarting but couldn't ever get a train of thought. I sit a few rows over so I didn't know how bad it was until then. I looked over and she was like really pale and then her face turned red.
Erin: Ms. Tinsley was trying to guide her through it and asking really basic stuff about the three branches. I think Rylee could tell everyone was like aware of it all and that made it even harder for her to think straight. I looked over and she was sitting so stiffly upright, like any movement was going to make her pee.
Jenna: She never gave a good answer but finally Ms. Tinsley was just like "okay, come up here and I'll write you a pass." I expected Rylee to like run up there but she just sat there. Ms. Tinsley said it again and as soon as Rylee stood up I saw there was a little wet spot between her legs in the back. It wasn't bit but like the contrast of the wet fabric was really easy to see.
Erin: She walked really awkwardly up to Ms. Tinsley's desk and had to lean on it. Her legs were so jittery it was like impossible to ignore so I was watching as the stain started getting bigger and bigger.
Jenna: Obviously like the whole class could tell at this point and everyone started laughing and whispering to each other, which made Ms. Tinsley be like "quiet please!" but then she looked up and I guess she could see that Rylee was peeing her pants because she just ripped the pass out of her booklet right away and gave it to her.
Erin: By the time she finally got the pass she had peed, like, a lot. All down the back of both of her thighs was wet up above her knees.
Brendan: I couldn't believe it. Nobody had done that in class since Katie McGinnis in like 3rd grade. Rylee sprint-walked out the door and everyone was just looking at each other like "did that really just happen?" |
"Thank you everyone! Thank you! Are you all enjoying the show so far?" Lola Pop said. Her crowd cheered in response. Lola Pop did multiple backflips and launched one of her ARMS towards a table in front of a bus.
"Thank you! Thank you so much. But you know,this performance has me feeling a bit thirsty. So how about we have a little drink?" Lola pop asked as she removed the cap of a bottle of soda. She then began chugging it down in front of the crowd. The crowd stared at her in confusion until they noticed that her suit began puffing up like a balloon. Lola continued chugging down the drink with her suit grown with each gulp. until eventually.
*POP!*
The suit exploded into multiple pieces and the now-empty bottle of soda fell on the ground,the crowd gasped audibly and looked around for the stretchy armed clown until she landed in front of them and giggled.
"Whoops! I guess i had a bit too much to drink. Hahaha!" Lola Pop laughed. The crowd laughed and then clapped for her.
"Alright everyone! How about we take a short break? We'll be back with the LOLs soon!" Lola happily said. The crowd once again let out a cheer and separated. Lola pop now sat down and relaxed in the center of Via Dolce.
"See Biff? I told you i could could pull it off!" Lola said with pride.
"I didn't doubt it for a second,Lola!" Biff replied. Lola Pop began practicing for her next trick. All while Biff went back to check on the recording equipment.
"Hey Biff,do you have anymore of that soda? If was pretty good!" Lola Pop.
"Afraid that was the only bottle we had." Biff said.
"Aww,bummer." Lola said while juggling.
"I don't know. Maybe it's for the best that you only drank one bottle." Biff replied.
"What do you mean?"
"Well,you did just drink and ENTIRE bottle of that stuff. Just imagine what would happen if you drank more of it." Biff said.
"Oh c'mon. What's that worst that could happen?" Lola asked.
Biff shrugged and went back to relaxing. Break time had passed and the crowd soon began gathering around the center of Via Dolce again. Lola got on top of a unicycle and began juggling a bunch of cookies in front of the crowd. It was one of her older tricks and yet it seemed the crowd never got tired of it. Probably because Lola would always throw the cookies at the crowd,giving however was lucky enough to catch it a tasty snack. Lola continued performing various tricks with all the energy she was known for.
However,Halfway through her performance she began feeling a little uneasy. She was now starting to see why Biff was worried about her drinking another bottle earlier.
"Oh! Maybe that trick wasn't such a good idea." She thought while performing one of her tricks. With each movement she made,she felt a wave of pressure going through her body. That bottle of soda went through her faster than she expected. Lola finished her last trick and posed. The audience let out a loud cheer,which brought a brief smile to Lola's face.
"Alright. Don't worry about it Lola! You only have a few more tricks left!" Lola said. Her first trick involved her crossing a tightrope. She got on top of a platform and stretched her arms out to grab a few massive bowls of ramen. She held two on her ARMS and one on her head. She began walking on the tightrope while the crowd watched with suspense. Normally walking across a tightrope wasn't a problem for the clown,but with her bladder now demanding her attention,she was having trouble standing still. She began losing her balance and some of the members of the crowd let out a gasp. But she regained her balance and briefly crossed her legs before continuing her trick. She reached the other side and bowed for the audience while keeping her legs crossed.
The tricks that followed afterwards weren't as dangerous but they still required her to move a lot,which was something her bladder was protesting more and more with each passing minute. As the performance neared its end,Lola's movements became a lot more stiff. But she pretended that was all part of the act. Soon,the performance reached its end and Lola finished it off with a bow with her legs crossed. The crowd let out one final cheer. Or at least what Lola THOUGHT was the last cheer. Because she soon heard then chanting; Again! Again! Again!
"Huh? You guys want an encore?" Lola asked,with the crowd cheering louder in response. Lola sweated. On the one hand,She wasn't one to disappoint the crowd. On the other hand,her bladder was very full and she doubted she could do all those tricks again with a full bladder.
"Alright! Let's perform again!" Lola cheered.
The crowd got excited.
"After we take a quick break! All those tricks really worked up a sweat." Lola said as she fanned herself with her hands. The crowd seemed fine with the idea and they separated again.
"Excellent! We'll be back in 10 minutes!" Lola said. Without saying anything else,she ran towards the nearest cafe and approached the counter.
"Miss Lola! Fancy seeing you here! That performance outside was amazing!" The one behind the counter said.
"Yeah! Thank you. Uhh...can i use the restrooms?" Lola whispered the last part.
"Oh. Yeah,sure. You can use the employees one if you need some extra privacy." The worker said.
"Oh. Thank you." Lola said,incredibly happy that he had offered. That was a main drawback of being well known; sometimes it was difficult to get privacy. So using the public bathroom seemed like a bad idea.
"No problem! Thanks again for agreeing to perform for us! Business has been booming ever since you started performing here."
"Happy to be of service. Now if you excuse me." Lola said. Before the one behind the counter knew it,the clown was gone. Lola approached the bathroom and locked it. With no eyes on her now,she transformed her ARMS back into small hands and lifted the lid while hopping from one foot to another. She then undid her suspenders,causing her poofy pants to fall down and revealing her polka dotted panties. She quickly pulled those down and sat on the toilet.
Lola sighed with relief as she relaxed her muscles and let out a torrent of pee. She rested her back against the back of the toilet and closed her eyes for a bit.
"Ohhh...Perhaps that's a trick i might hold off on doing." Lola said to herself as she let out another sigh. Her stream continued until it came to a complete stop after a while. Lola reached for some toilet paper and used it to wipe herself. Then once that was done,she pulled up her clothes and flushed the toilet. After washing her hands,she returned to the center within a minute or two.
"Ah,you're back! What were you doing?" Biff asked.
"Nothing just...powdering my nose." Lola said with a smile and a blush.
"Couldn't you have done that here?" Biff said.
"Hey! A clown needs a little bit of privacy everyone once in a while." Lola said. She sat down and waited until the remaining minutes passed. Soon the crowd gathered around and started getting excited again.
"Sorry for the hold up everyone! I hope you guys are ready! I'm going all out for this encore!" Lola said. The crowd went wild,making Lola's smile shine even brighter. |
The Tone
The tone is a setting to use in other scenarios, as I think it is adaptable and enables a semi-believable mechanism to enable modulation of the wetting duration. I encourage readers to submit their own story ideas. I may also add chapters with new or old characters, but feel free to use as you wish. I look forward to seeing what you think, and what you think of.
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The tone had been discovered accidently by sound engineers during a live session. The group was mixed in every way: white, black, Asian, men and women, about 15 people in all were there that evening. It was a mix of tones and filtering parameters that had never been tried before, and after it had played during an experimental set: the majority of attendees had wet patches, especially the Asians and whites, equally impacting men and women.
The attendees were shocked, as were two of the three sound engineers now in soaked pants who were involved in the set, as it was being played for the first time. The room erupted in laughter, as so many had peed their pants that no one felt individually singled out. Almost everyone attending took a copy of the track with them, and it soon landed in private playlists and eventually in viral YouTube videos.
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An example, feel free to expand on any concepts I use. I’m really trying to inspire an expandable setting than write a complete story and characters. I think it has huge potential, but I am not sure I am the right one to totally fulfill it. I would greatly enjoy content associated with the idea, because I find it very hot.
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Tracy was a tall, black, and well-built woman of 23 years, who had always been into omorashi, regularly causing little wet patches on her shorts and delighted in having total control of her bladder. She was immune to the signal, to her own initial dismay, but those feelings of disappointment soon turned into a sadistic drive.
She made the tone, a continuous monotonous version with a drum beat in the background. She switched the tone for every notification on her phone and computer to the tone. She reached out to local semi-professional rappers and worked together to make a song that heavily included the tone, along with the classic 4-chords (see 4 chords song by axis of awesome for examples of songs that use this) to create a catchy pop-hit that would periodically make some listeners wet their pants for periods for 2-3 seconds at a time, but adding up to 48 seconds by the end of the 3 minute song. She figured that would be enough to make anyone susceptible have a visible wet spot. The hit was titled “Can you hold it” and ended up being a popular underground hit.
Tracy loved going to clubs that she knew were going to play her hit, and she’d organized a group of other women,12 immune and 8 who just wanted to participate despite wetting their own pants, to block the bathrooms when the song comes on. They had decided the funniest thing to do, would be to let people take selfies while the song plays and they wet their pants, in exchange for getting towards the front of the line to use the bathroom. They knew the paltry 8 stalls would not be enough to deal with 200-300 of 600 people needing to stay in them for the duration of the song. 10 of the women went around and scolded anyone who tried to pull down their pants or pull out their dicks, threatening to accuse them of sexual harassment. Towards the end of the song being played, Tracy went up the DJ and grabbed the mic, she said “ayo everybody stay, there’s no problem with wet pants, don’t be mad that you can’t hold it. Check, I’m going to pee a little in my pants too, just to show you I know what it is even if only I can decide when I piss my pants, unlike some of you” she laughed, and the spotlight was shone on Tracy, who proceeded to make a fist sized wet patch in her khaki shorts, to which the crowd laughed and applauded, and the music returned.
The majority of those who wet their pants decided to stay for the rest of the party, which was the aim of her maneuver. Plus, Tracy had always wanted to party in wet pants, but never had chance to do so without reducing her social standing. Here she had the smallest wet patch of anyone around.
Around 3am Tracy’s wet patch has basically dried and the wetters no longer had quite as visible wet stains depending on what they had been wearing. Tracy screamed to the DJ, “play Can You Hold It again!” to which the crowd replied “Tracy wets too!” and started chanting this as the song started to play. As the wetters all began soaking their pants due to the song, everyone was mostly staring at Tracy. Tracy was unbelievably excited, but knew she had to play it cool, and said “Ya, Tracy wets too” and began to fully release her bladder in her shorts. As everyone else was wetting in 2-3 second spurts, and Tracy was full on releasing her bladder into her shorts, after about 20 seconds she was about as wet as most of the others. At this point, many people who were unaffected by the tone also wet their pants, because there was no reason why not, and the party continued.
Of course, a few of the sadistic women that Tracy had brought enjoyed the fact that they cannot be made to wet themselves through such easy means, were at the door demanding selfies and laughing at those who had the go home from the concert in super wet pants.
Towards 7am Tracy was getting tired, she decided to go home, not concerned that now so many people knows she wets her pants too. It’s basically become kind of normal, but still not-normal enough that it’s hilarious when it happens to someone.
As she gets out of the club and to the curb to call a cab, a woman in an expensive black dress with blond hair walks by and laughs at her, saying “Ha, you appear to have peed in your shorts” to which Tracy laughed, whipped out her phone, and played her monotonous version of the tone, causing the woman to stand in shock before crouching down in shame, and peeing completely through her dress, with Tracy replying “you too now” and laughing viciously. She loved that in this world, where she did not care and even kind of enjoyed wet pants, at least half of the people who laugh at her about it can be made to wet their own pants, and that makes it much more satisfactory. |
This one was inspired by a comment @bibibibileft on my last Omovember (Day 5 on the blog, to be exact.)
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Day 13: Peeing lesson/demonstration Urbosa (Breath of the Wild)
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The harsh sun beat down upon the desert. Urbosa, chief of the Gerudo, wiped sweat off her brow. The all-female tribe had lived in these sands for generations, but the heat was starting to affect even her.
“Forward, warriors!” she ordered. Behind her, several tall, muscular women with sun-bronzed skin grumbled as they marched in linear formation. Urbosa was taking her soldiers out into the desert for a round of training, and they had almost reached their destination.
Eventually, Urbosa spotted her target.
“Halt!” she cried, and her troops came to a stop in front of a large rock jutting out of the ground. Its shadow was cast over the Gerudo, but even in the dim light they could see many strange dark markings on it. Urbosa stepped forward to address her troops.
“Soldiers, your training has been thorough,” she said. “You know more ways to slay your foe than even Hyrule’s royal guard.”
“Tell us something we don’t know, chief,” sneered Serul, a Gerudo with bright orange hair. A swift glare from Aveil, Urbosa’s second-in-command, silenced her.
“However,” the chief continued, “there is still one skill you have yet to learn. A skill passed down through generations of Gerudo. An unusual skill, perhaps, but a vital one.”
“You all ate your hydromelons before we left, yes?” Urbosa asked, and received a chorus of agreement. The round fruits were filled with a hydrating liquid that was great for staving off heat and was very filling.
“Now,” Urbosa continued, pausing for effect, “I would guess you all need to relieve yourselves, correct?” A few of the Gerudo blushed, but none answered. “I asked you a question!” Urbosa barked, and this time her troops spoke up, agreeing in an embarrassed tone. The chief laughed.
“I don’t blame you,” she assured them. Indeed, she could feel a familiar pressure in her midsection. “That liquid goes right through you. Now, it would be easy to take care of your business behind that rock. However, what would you do if you needed to go while on patrol?”
There was a long silence before one of the Gerudo spoke up. Urbosa recognized her as Aisa, a shy woman who was nonetheless a skilled fighter.
“Well,” said Aisa, her voice barely a whisper, “I guess I would find a place to squat and-”
“Wrong,” Urbosa interrupted. “That position would lower your line of sight and leave you vulnerable.”
“Well, what else are we supposed to do?” asked Serul. “We can’t just stand and aim!”
“Also wrong,” said Urbosa. “With this technique, you’ll be able to do so just as well as a voe. Now watch and learn.” With that, Urbosa undid her belt and let her apron-like dress fall. She removed her underwear next, tossing them aside.
“Oh, relax,” she scoffed at her gawking soldiers. “We all have the same parts. And trust me, you’ll want to get naked to avoid splashing yourself.”
“You’re joking, right?” Serul asked incredulously.
“Dead serious,” Urbosa replied. “This technique’s a lifesaver. Now, clothes off!”
With varying degrees of embarrassment, the Gerudo complied, taking off their pants and underwear. A bright red Aisa used both hands to cover herself. Ignoring her, Urbosa strode up to the rock with confidence. This was a ritual she had performed many times.
“Observe,” she instructed, “then do as I do. Face the rock wall and push out your hips. Then, take two fingers and spread your lips.” Urbosa demonstrated, reaching down and pulling the folds of her labia aside. “The idea is to give yourself a clean shot,” she explained. “Finally, you simply let go.”
Urbosa relaxed her bladder, and almost immediately a powerful stream of pee rushed out of her. It flew through the air almost horizontally before hitting the rock wall with a loud splash. Urbosa watched as her urine trickled down to the sand below, where it was absorbed almost as quickly as her sweat had been earlier.
“Once you have a good flow going,” she explained, turning her head to face the wide-eyed Gerudo, “you can pull your fingers back further to really get some distance.” The chief did so, and her pee stream rose to form a graceful arc before striking the rock at almost chest height. Golden droplets went flying, hitting the ground by Urbosa’s feet.
Once she finally ran dry, Urbosa took a step back to admire her handiwork. There was a huge dark stain on the rock that trailed like a river down to the ground. It was higher than any of the strange markings on the wall, and Urbosa laughed heartily.
“Why, that’s the highest I’ve ever gotten!” she exclaimed.
“You mean, all those weird markings-”
“Correct, Aisa,” the chief interrupted. “The Gerudo have been urinating on this rock since time unknown. Now, it is your turn to add to it! Just remember what I said, and you’ll be fine.”
The soldiers marched forward to stand shoulder-to-shoulder in front of the stone.
“Stare and I’ll kill you,” Serul snapped. The Gerudo spread their legs and reached down, and the loud hissing of several simultaneous pees hit Urbosa’s ears. She took a look to see how they were doing, and the results were mixed. Kibona, a dark-skinned woman with bright pink hair above and below, seemed to have gotten the hang of it; she laughed in exhilaration as her stream landed about knee-high. Aveil was also doing very well; she was entirely silent as she peed on the rock, completely focused on the task at hand. Serul, on the other hand, was having more trouble. She let out a string of curses as she tried and failed to aim. Her stream sputtered before she lost control entirely, sending a torrent of urine running down her leg. Another Gerudo, Hutiri, had also given up and was just peeing directly onto the sand below her, sighing in relief. Overall though, Urbosa was pleased with her soldiers’ efforts.
It took a while to get rid of all that hydromelon juice, but the warriors eventually finished relieving themselves. As they got dressed again, Urbosa looked at their progress on the rock. Most had left their marks at a decent height, though none matched the chief’s.
“Good work, troops,” she announced.
“‘Good work’?” cried Serul. “My legs are soaking wet!”
“Keep practicing and you’ll improve,” Urbosa assured her. “This technique will serve you well one day. Now, come. Drinks at The Noble Canteen are on me!”
With a loud cheer, the Gerudo began their march back to town.
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Next up: And there was only one toilet! |
Attention! ANIME STYLE
Tokyo. The year is 2045. Armageddon... Death came imperceptibly ... it just burst out of nowhere, destroyed almost the entire population of Japan ... and ... the whole world in principle ... People just became ... cannibals ... eating all living things that they see ... A group of people were able to recapture the former hotel from the zombies, turning it into a base to protect the survivors, from a small group of 7 people, they became a huge diaspora to which 20 more came. But history will tell us about one of them, the first of the seven ... Heddohiro Horasi. A 14-year-old boy with beautiful blue hair covering the back of his head, not tall and slender, despite his 14 he was not tall, his delicate features were spoiled by a small scar on his cheek, his eyes were incredibly beautiful heavenly color.
There was also one annoying factor ... a high voice ... not very, but decently high ... if not for the slightly masculine features and a boy's figure ... although this did not help and very often he was confused with a girl, and among the girls themselves he was considered weak, only one admired him ... (but more on that later) even his own sister did not see anything useful in him ... and this ... incredibly angry, especially when they hear whispers about your uselessness .. ... Fate gave him a chance one day ... but he did not know how it would end.
- Some bitch stole the medicine! And you forgive her ?! -
Fukucho Otoko ... an incredibly evil guy ... and how did she just look at him ?!
- I do not forgive her Fukucho! I just understand her in some way! -
The girl with dark blue hair screamed back on her boyfriend, she looked like Heddo, but was clearly more feminine. Unofficially, she was one of the leaders of their group, beautiful, kind and strong, but she was not always like that to her brother, often criticizing him for weakness and ... cowardice ... yes, he was not the bravest ... unlike Fuku ... no matter how harmful he was ... you have to admit that if it were a fucking anime, he would be such a stereotypical protagonist! At first he was a nerd with a good physique, handsome and intelligent. And he is useless! Even in the eyes of his own sister !!!
- OK, then ... what if someone from the group gets sick? Will there be no necessary medicines? What are we going to do Sijugara ?! And if Heddo gets sick ?! Let's be honest ... he's not the strongest! -
Heddo's hands clenched into fists painfully ...
his knuckles turned pale, if he had had the courage, he would have knocked out and punched Fuku ... however ... then he will receive for eavesdropping, and Fuku himself is 6 years older than him ... and stronger ... and taller. ..
- Heddo! ... Heddo ... you're right ... - teeth gnawed at each other from resentment ... his own sister ... the closest person after the death of his parents ...
- Forgive me ... Heddo is not one of the strongest people ... -
The sobs of his sister are heard, he always sobbed after a quarrel and he is weak ... now tears came out of his eyes, resentment and anger ... he is not weak! He ... he will prove! He left realizing that these two would solve their problems ... in their own way ... and I don't want to listen to his sister's lustful moans ... The fist wiped away the tears that rained down her cheeks ... he was not weak ... not weak ... He knew what kind of bastard he was talking about ... that whore ...
if you can call it that. That old house from which goosebumps ran ... he and she were the only ones who were lucky enough to survive during one of the sorties, then it turned out that she did not give all the supplies ... "Tell someone ... I'll tell how scared you were and ran away while the others were being eaten ..." The blonde grinned cruelly ...
- And you really want to go yourself without knowing where? -
Isabelle ... a pink-haired and red-eyed girl, only a year younger than the guy, a lively girl, always cheerful and with a fighting character ... and at the same time Heddo was the only one with whom she was surprisingly incredibly kind ... climbed to hug ... and the character immediately disappeared when they went out on sorties together,
she worried about him, although she herself often joked about the fact that his hair was even longer, he would look like a girl.
- Yes! -
The young man boldly cut off while standing at the entrance, he understood that his girlfriend would not give him up, she never gave him up like that.
- Do you understand what kind of criticism this is ?! -
The girl growled.
- Yes!!! -
The guy began to raise his voice, he was annoyed by this behavior ...
- Don't make yourself responsible! -
He turned around feeling his anger rising.
- How else if you behave so childishly ?! -
The girl argued, although really, usually it was she who was the cheerleader, but now that the best one ... "FRIEND" is ready to take such stupid risks, although he is usually a tactician and he himself discourages her from her actions ...
- I ... childish ?! -
The youth growled
- Yes! -
- Screw you! Did you even watch your behavior ?! You always act like the last idiot! You almost jump into the teeth of a zombie, laughing and smiling like this world is a joke !!! Why, for the sake of lollipops, you will soon render vulgar services to raiders ... do you remember school? How did you serve that seller for the sake of three pitiful cigarettes ... -
There was the sound of a slap ... The guy turned around to strike back ... but saw tears appear in the corners of her eyes, and her lips trembled ... he first saw her crying ... and the worst thing is that he brought her ...
- Sorry I... -
He spread his arms for a hug, but she abruptly backed away ...
- You ... you ... fuck you! I hate you, everyone is right about you! You fucking freak ... -
Streams of tears rolled down the girl's cheeks ...
even though the guy was unpleasant to hear this, he understood that he was to blame, because she really was his only friend ... since those days without the apocalypse.
- Go wherever you want Heddo! -
The girl turned around and walked away ...
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The dead ... there were an incredible number of them ... fear gripped the boy from within, and ... in ... the bladder became uncomfortable ...
- God, maybe I will regret it for a long time -
1 ... 2 ... 3 ... The blue-haired man abruptly ran across the narrow street, hoping to remain unnoticed among the crowd of walking dead ... fortunately, this house was not far from the camp ... and he could not cope with a woman! There is nothing to be afraid of! ... except the crowd of the dead ... The house ... slowly the guy opens the door, but suddenly he stopped ... goosebumps suddenly ran over his skin ...
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- You know ... you have a very beautiful face -
sharp nails lifted the boy's head, his blue eyes blinked as he began to regain consciousness, the guy's long hair was wet with ... water? The last thing he remembered was as something hard hitting him in the head ... when in front of him he saw the familiar purple eyes and long blonde braids, then an understanding of what had happened came ... He only wanted to throw himself at the girl as something stuck into his skin ... a rope.
- Yes ... all the same, you really look like a girl somewhere -
The nails let go of the boy's chin, slightly scratching it.
- And your hair is as long as a girl's ... do you want to braid your braids? -
This smile ... evil and cruel, surprisingly only Heddo and Fuku saw it.
- God, did this bum Fuku send you here? Or your sister? Ahh ... yeah ... you probably want to impress this fool ... what's her name ... do you think she'll jump on your neck with kisses if you bring the medicine back? -
There was a giggle, as unpleasant as her smile ...
- Then you are definitely a dumbass! So she changes with your presence alone! From a groovy girl to a princess in trouble! Hmm ... like I said you look like a girl yourself ... maybe she's just half lesbian? Such a fool ... -
- Shut up! - The teenager barked, perhaps he saw in her insult his today's quarrel with her. Conscience tormented him even in such a situation ...
- You have no right to say such things about her, you bastard! -
- Oh, what interesting words do you know ... and this is our quiet Heddo? -
- Don't you dare tell something about Isabelle, my sister or her boyfriend! Not about any of them! Or ... Or ... I ... I ... -
- What? Complaining to mommy? Oh yes ... this function is now performed by your sister! And who is daddy? Is it really a bummer? -
The death of a mother ... a sore subject ... usually when they lifted her Heddo reluctantly burst into tears ... and constantly this blonde tried to touch her on her own.
- Shut up! -
The boy growled, a moment ... and a transparent saliva is sent to the girl's cheek ... The smile for the first time disappeared from the girl's face ...
- What? Unpleasant ?! Get out of the whole group, you bastard! -
There was the sound of a slap in the room ... tears began to appear from the corners of the eyes ...
- All right, that's enough! -
Her voice rang out ... the handkerchief slowly passed over the cheek ...
- Know, personally, I expected to quickly get rid of you, maybe I even left a pack of medicine with your corpse, at least somewhere it would be useful for my pseudo group. Your sister would be proud of you for at least two minutes. -
- Wha ... What? -
- But now ... since you are such a bitch ... impudent ... and at the same time beautiful as a girl ... why don't I humiliate you? ... for the last time, because I often did this ... -
- What will you do? ... -
The captive boldly raised his head.
- You have already said what you could in these half a year ... insulted everyone I knew, now what are you going to do, you fool? -
- Hah ... -
A sleepy smile appeared on the lips of the survivor ...
- You know ... I have a lot of water ... - She slowly approached his face ...
from her breath goosebumps ran through the teenager's skin ... despite the beauty, she was a frightening person.
- Have you ever pissed yourself? -
- Wh ... what ?! -
The youth's cheeks turned red, his eyes widened and turned white.
- You heard ... damn ... I can't kill you ... you're too cute ... let's do something else... -
she put a finger to her chin pretending to be thoughtful.
- Hold this ... exactly one hour! And then, I POSSIBLY give you a chance to leave ... but! If your pants get wet ahead of time ... -
The girl's hand went into her bosom ... a moment ... and now she has a gun in her hand ... the teenager's eyes widened ...
- You will be found dead, half eaten by the dead, and even all in your own urine ... -
The plastic bottle opened with a distinctive sound ...
- Do you know the movie "Saw"? Drink or die ... your choice, well ... let's start ... - The bottle sharply pressed against the boy's lips, the water began to penetrate into the mouth forcibly, some of its streams poured out on the young Horashi's dark blue sweatshirt from the violent action. The boy himself did not notice how the bottle was emptied ... the teenager coughed as soon as the bottle was torn from his lips, the pain and the rope squeezing his stomach prevented him from catching his breath eyes were wide open with fear, pain and ... understanding that he would not be able to cope ... he has never had such a huge bladder ...
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- Isabelle? -
A girl with long blue hair, in a blue robe so similar to Heddo, she was 6 years older than the boy ... Sijugara ...
a gentle hand carefully laid on the back of the sobbing figure of the girl.
- What's happened? -
She gently stroked her brother's friend on the back.
- Did you argue with Heddo? -
The sobbing teen nodded without removing her hands from her face ...
- Do you want to talk to him? Where is he by the way ... -
- He left!!! -
- What?! Where?! -
Heddo's older sister got nervous. She was afraid for her little brother ... he was the only one left of her old family ...
- For medicines! -
A teenager tore her hands off her tear-stained eyes
- God ... he's your boyfriend! Couldn't you stop him? -
- He's not my boyfriend! And I tried !!! I was worried and he ... and he ... called me a whore !!! -
- Oh my God ... okay ... I'm looking for him! Stay here ... and ... forgive me ... I don't know what came over him ... -
***
30 minutes, the guy's knees trembled, the rope seemed to shrink tighter on the thin body of the captive, a drop of sweat slowly rolled down his hair and, like a drop of rain, fell down shattered when falling to the floor ...
- You want to go to the toilet, right? Another half an hour ... -
- Shut up ... - The boy hissed.
- You can't do this to me ... you ... a pe*ophile! -
There was a female giggle ...
- Why did you become so cocky? For all 6 months you were quieter than WATER ... quieter than water ....... -
Her whispers and mention of liquid made the situation worse. So the bladder will not stand ... death ... death awaits him ... tears appeared in his eyes. He wants to go home ...
- I beg... -
- Sorry, what? -
- Please ... Siju ... take me home ... - Tears began to run down the teenager's eyes, his whole body trembled ...
- Sister, please! I want to go home! -
He threw up his head, the tears of the heifer on the cheeks leaving wet traces. This look ... like a hope ... a hope to see the only loved one ...
- Where are you?! Save me, it hurts! -
- Hahahah! Yes! Here he is the true Heddo !!! Damn, your poor sister is so nervous now, and you are here, you will call her to help like a little one !!! -
Evil laughter rang out throughout the room ... it seemed just a little bit more and it would completely destroy the entire building.
- Well enough ... it was funny before ... but now ... I'm tired of you ... -
Pistol load ... eyes widen in fear ...
-N! ... No! Wait, please! -
- No, that's enough diplomacy for me - The cold end of the pistol leans against my forehead ... The room ... burst into the sound of hiss ... The girl's eyes went down ...
A dark wet spot spread on the boy's pants, a yellow liquid appeared on the chair under him that flowed like a river ... and then, with the sound of a fall, it crashed on the floor ... The boy was still trembling, never letting go of his gaze ... - Jesus Heddo! You wet yourself! Damn yes! -
There was a disgusting laugh ... that's it ... now the scum will definitely hear them ...
- Holy crap ... you can't even hold back your urine! I thought that you were not such a loser! ... -
A shot rang out ... warm drops suddenly crashed into the boy's face ...
- H ... Heddo! -
A familiar voice ... and such familiar hands, press him to a warm shoulder ...
- All is well ... it's over ... -
Someone from behind untied the rope, freedom, but the boy did not even move ...
- Siju, in my opinion he ... -
- Yes, I see! -
The girl growled at the guy in response, although she understood that he was not going to sow her brother ...
- Okay ... damn ... this bitch must have clothes somewhere ... look in her bags please ... Fuku -
He was here too ...
- All is well Heddo, well done ... you ... were able to hold her ... you are very brave ... -
thin girlish fingers slowly began to massage the top of the younger brother's head ... the guy did not move, he still could not believe that he was alive ...
- I found jeans here ... I think they will climb ... -
- Yes thank you... -
The boy could not get up, the poor blue-haired prisoner was shaking with shock ... even such familiar voices did not soothe, and this unpleasant sensation of moisture between his legs, he simply could not believe that he had let himself be humiliated ... Weak and useless ... he pee himself ...
- Heddo ... don't worry ... it doesn't matter ... -
- No, no ... no need to calm me down - He whispered, letting go of his head.
- I'm like a child ... useless, weak, cowardly ... instead of thinking, I ran to pick up medications ... and she kicked my ass in the end ... you know ... I got scared ... -
- Hey ... you ... don't be so strict about yourself ... -
- I ... I called you for help, instead of trying to come up with at least something ... I'm a pathetic worm -
There started a sob in the room ...
- No, you are not pathetic -
Fuku's hand fell on Heddo's shoulder. -You ... acted stupidly ... yes you were scared ... but ... in fact ... no one in the group would even dare to come here ... you ... you are really very brave Heddo, and smart ... -
The teenager turned to the brunette with yellow eyes
- Yes, in terms of physical parameters, you are not Arnold Schwarzenegger, but you are strong, in spirit -
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- Isabelle ... - A voice rang out from behind, but the girl did not pay attention ... or she just pretended ...
- Isa! -
He called her by her friendly nickname.
- Are you going to talk to a whore ?! -
She turned around, tears flowing from her eyes, his heart was drenched in blood.
- Listen ... I-
- What?! "Services" to provide you ?! I’m just doing this, right ?! -
- No ... I just wanted to -
- And what will you pay with ?! You know, I'm not cheap ... -
Suddenly something interrupted her
his lips cut into hers, the hands of a teenager pressed her in an embrace, not wanting to let go. Isabelle's eyes widened, tears still flowing down them ...
- Sorry... -
He said pulling away from her face.
- I ... I ... was just on emotions ... I don't think you are like that ... but honestly all those years I was jealous! I ... understood that you would never look at me more than at a friend and I could not come to terms with it! Sorry I... -
- Shut up Heddo ... -
Suddenly she kissed him again.
- You're an idiot. I also liked you since our first meeting -
They both laughed hugging, and the older sister of the teenager looked behind with a smile of pride.
- Your little brother is cool ... -
Added Fuku from behind.
- I know you are almost like him -
The girl laughed when the guy's hands took her. |
Content warning: Lovepetting, smooches, outercourse, domestic love and intimacy.
Aylee is an actually bit tall woman, around 173cm tall, and she is quite plump, around 85kg she weight. Her brown hairs are curly, and her eyes are dark brown. She mostly wear black or dark clothes, nothing emo hardrock or spooky things, but just uncolored monotone outfits. She also don't really wear makeup, it could be because her body makes her have not a large choice but also because she's stunning anyway without filters.
She's right now exiting her car she'd parked inside a building's parking lot. As she walk the sound of her pressed step are enhanced by her solid heels, that are not tall but not less noisy than bigger ones.
She climbup upstairs, as she does her bladder is sending her messages like a yellowvest guy on the tarmac of an airport. It means she have to go. Soon. Or there is gonna be rain from her jeans, and it's not her undersized black shirt that's gonna save her from this visible wetness presence.
Fortunately besides, she reach the door lock and find her key quite fast.
As she open the door, she sees her boyfriend laying on the bed, a controller in his hands, playing video games, while she sits at the kitchen table to take a glass of water.
Caleb is a barely small guy, around 161cm tall, he is quite skinny, around 50kg or less, and his overall body looks like he's a lateteen, although some mark of adulthood seems to finally show, as a tiny little sequence of hairs are visible on his upperlips and down his chin. He always wears cute geeky things writed on his shirts like 'May the force be with you', or 'Join the darkside', on a purple shirt there is also 'I'm born to be an artist' and his prefered shirt is black and there is 'Limited Edition' on it with an arrow to his face, which he's wearing right now.
"On me, on me guys, they're low!" He speaks looking at the screen.
Aylee finish her glass and sighs, as she tries to relax a bit, even if she knows she needs to go. Her bladder is used to being ignored, her muscles are usualy so strong anyway.
"Help guys I'm down, I'm down!" He says. "Bruh. Stupid rocket spammer."
"Caleb, I would like to talk with you." She says to him.
"Alright guys, goodbye." He says while turning off the TV and getting up, dropping the controller on the bed.
The apartment is so small he does 2 steps and he is in the kitchen. He sits on the chair in face of her, looking at her, behind his small rectangular glasses.
"I'm wondering if I could talk with you..." She starts.
"Yeah you can tell me anything." He says.
"I had a really shity day today. I only got the worsts calls of all my colleagues." She says sighing.
"Oh would you like me to give you a massage or something?" He says warmly.
"Yeah sure." She says while getting up.
They got on the bed and Aylee sit on the side of it while Caleb climb behind her and spread his legs to lean against her.
He start rubbing her back with tenderness and sensitivity, using his softcuddles skills at his best.
"You like that?" He says.
"Mhhh." She mutter, not even opening her mouth and let herself sound in the pleasure.
After a while he lean into closer, and leave a kiss on her neck. She shivers in surprise of the move and a spurt of her fullness could make its way down her panties while this moment of unawareness before she regain control.
"Oh thanks, I really needed that." She says mumbling with a large smile on her face.
"Turn around. I wanna see you." He respond.
She gets further on the bed, in face of her love, who's smiling too. They stare at eachother and contemplate themselves. When glancing at him she could sense his awakened unders.
"What are you waiting for?" She says, smirking.
He kisses her, getting his hands on her back, pressing himself against her strongly, and she soflty let out moans again.
He grope her butt a bit, before she stop him therefore she tries to get off of her shirt, as he sees that he can't do else but helping her getting out of it, to reveal her breasts. Then he get his shirt off in a second, revealing his abs and chest, slightly contrated in the eager of the moment. He start to stimulate her breasts, grabbing and rubbing them with his tiny hands on these big beautiful bosoms.
After a moment her hurried self lose her inhibited aside, to strongly enforce him by laying down on the bed, as he is surprised his head land on the pillows harshly, letting a 'Oh!' out in the abrupt intentment.
She plant some kisses along his neck, lower and lower until his chest, and when reaching his abs, she stick her tongue out and lick them.
He can't help but giggle in the tickling sensation. She continues to kiss his abs for amoment.
"Is it annoying?" She asks, curious.
"I like it." He says blushing.
"Nice. I like praising your body." She says smiling.
"Don't, it's so embarrassing..." He mumble, terribly flustered.
"Oh really?" She smirks.
She come back up to his mouth to blend it with hers for a while, before getting up and trying to regain conscientiousness, her bladder still waiting for a relief.
"Babe?" She starts.
"Yes my love?" He respond.
"Have you thought about what I told you?" She asks.
"About what?" He asks.
"You know... My little secret..." She shyly looks at him being flustered with him.
"Yeah, what about that?" He asks shyly.
"Well can't you guess... Are you okay with that? Wouldn't it bother you?" She says shyly.
"Of course, you do what you want, but if you mess something doing that way, you'll clean it please." He says.
"So I've drank enough today and I'm well hydrated..." She gets a naughty smile on her face, holding her own crotch with both hands, still on top of him.
"Oh wait you wanna do this like right now? You want to go on me?" He asks, his voicetone's a lil surprised.
"No, I'll be way too shy to do that yet." She says blushing. "And I don't wanna mess furnitures anyways... I think I want ya to watch me as a do it."
"Alright then, you know I won't try to resist leading me where you want me..." He says smiling. "Lets go."
She gets up and rush to the bathroom door, that she opens and after 2 small steps she's in the shower's cabin. She feels her heart beating hard, her blood reaching all her body making it warmer and warmer, her crotch being on fire as her arousal reaches points higher than ever.
He stands at the door after turning the light on, his naked feet on the carpet of the apartment, watching his girlfriend with patience.
"Okay so. You're watching me right?" She says insecured.
"Yes I am." He says.
She tries to uncleverly relax herself but without successing.
"Are you going yet?" He says.
"No, wait." She says.
After a while, Caleb do a step to get near her. They both can't help but start kissing eachother. After a moment, he get back a bit.
"Are you peeing now?" He asks clueless of what's going on in her pants.
"No, you're making me shy with your impatience!" She says.
"Oh really, MY impatience?" He smirks.
He get one of his hands on her belly and don't lose a second to start mining to explore downthere in her jeans. Aylee can't help but reproduce the attention he's giving her, and she start to explore his own jeans.
"You're so wet." He says sighing with pleasure. "Are you sure you didn't let go once yet?"
"Mhhh." She can't really talk clearly at first before trying to gain control of her mind. "When you kissed my neck backthere, I couldn't help it, it escaped me without my conscent..."
"Well then maybe I can help you go again..." He says within a warm smile.
He lean close to her and kiss her neck so cleverly, she lose control instantly, and let out a deep moan.
"Ohhh, I'm going!" She says. "I'm going already... watch that..."
As she speaks she feels her panties getting warmer and warmer, and Caleb rearward a bit to see the scene in it's fullscale. He is just intime to see the crotch area of his girlfriend's jeans getting patched with a dark button. It's size climb up to her middle crotch while getting down to her knees in seconds.
"Ohhh, it feels good." She moan.
Caleb lean close to her and start kissing her, while the kissings sounds interflow with the frizzle liquids, the nerdyguy's hands start to eagerly explore her unders again, and she get back bit, trying to protect him from the wetness.
"Wait... I'm still going..." She tries to say inbetween the kisses of his.
He touch her and circle her clitoris with his usual acuity, and she can't concentrate enough to reciprocate that for him. She can't help but grinding on him, although she's very unsure about the strength of the pleasurement she doing for him, while she's getting really close.
She ends, moaning slower, her bladder empty, his boyfriend getting back a bit.
"It's the first time I'd cum that fast..." She's trying to say. "I really needed that."
"You mean the pee or the cum?" He smiles.
She giggles, and get closer to him to kiss him.
"Did you finish?" She asks.
"Um. No... but... it's okay... You look like you really needed that bynow" He says. "You don't have to give me something back all the time."
"No of course it's not okay. You deserve to end too." She says while getting on her knees.
She grabs his pants and pull them down strongly, which that reveals his hardness.
"You watched me, and that excited me so much, you did that for me." She says. "Now I'm gonna do a little something for you too!" She says happily. |
EVERYONE IS DESPERATE!
I had a lot of fun with the various scenarios in this one. Of all my stories , this has by far the most pee per page. At the end, there's an image that didn't inspire this story, but was too good to not include. NUDITY.
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Day 16: And there was only one toilet! Various (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)
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Princess Daisy steeled herself. As her foe rushed forward, she delivered a vicious swing that struck right on target. Her opponent had no chance to dodge, and took the full force of the blow.
“GAME!” shouted the announcer as Zelda flew off into the distance.
“All right! I won!” Daisy cheered. Light enveloped her, and with an ethereal swishing sound she was transported back to the Smasher’s gymnasium, along with her seven opponents: Samus, bounty hunter extraordinaire; Zelda, Hyrule’s wise princess; Lucina, the warrior who defied destiny; Palutena, goddess of light; Wii Fit Trainer, the yoga warrior; Min-Min, the ramen bomber; and Pyra, the Aegis incarnate. As the gym materialized, Zelda rubbed her head and winced.
“Congratulations,” she told Daisy, “but did you have to use the golf club?”
“Hey, it was either that or the frying pan,” Daisy replied with a shrug.
“That was crazy,” Palutena groaned. “I’ll never do an eight-person fight again!”
“It’s been crazy ever since that latest fighter showed up,” said Daisy. “Y’know, what's-his-name, Sarah.”
“Sora,” Lucina corrected.
“Whatever,” said Daisy. “Let’s just hit the locker room; I’m beat.”
Daisy had another reason for wanting to visit the women’s locker room, one she didn’t share with her fellow fighters. The last battle had gone on for ages, and she had neglected to take a bathroom break beforehand. Now, with her bladder feeling fit to burst, she was regretting her decision. When she entered the locker room, however, she cried out in dismay. Of the three toilet cubicles, two had signs on them reading ‘OUT OF ORDER.’ And in front of the third was a line of five women, holding themselves with pained expressions on their faces.
“No way! You’re kidding me!” Palutena echoed Daisy’s thoughts out loud.
“You need to go too, huh?” groaned Daisy. She looked and saw dismayed expressions on all of her companions’ faces. “Well, better get in-”
Daisy trailed off as the fighters made a mad dash to get in line. “Hey, wait up!”
Unfortunately, Daisy wasn’t able to secure a spot near the front.
Okay, there aren’t too many in front of me, she reassured herself, counting those in front of her. Just Rosalina, then Leaf, Robin, Byleth, Bayonetta, Samus, Palutena, Lucina, Pyra, and Zelda, then me. She cursed her luck. Well, at least I’m ahead of Wii Fit and Min-Min.
Just then, there came the sound of a toilet flushing. The stall door opened, and a very relieved-looking Peach stepped out.
“Sorry I took so long,” she said sheepishly. “Too much tea this morning.” She stepped aside and Rosalina rushed in, slamming the door behind her. No matter how hard she tried, Daisy couldn’t block out the loud hissing and splashing sounds that came a moment later, nor Rosalina’s sigh of relief that made her bladder scream in protest.
Man, I hope they’re not all that loud, she thought. I don’t think I’d be able to hold it!
Daisy held herself and bounced on her heels. The sounds of Rosalina’s relief were agonizing, but soon there came an even worse noise.
“No! No!” shrieked Leaf, the female Pokemon trainer. “I can’t hold it!”
To Daisy’s horror, she saw yellow rivulets emerge from beneath Leaf’s skirt and run down her legs. The trainer sobbed as her pee puddled up at her feet, unable to stop the flow. Daisy cringed and looked away, but Leaf ran right past her, trailing golden droplets behind her.
I did not need to see that, Daisy groaned internally. Are they all gonna pee themselves? Am I? No, don’t think like that! You can do this!
The toilet flushed again, and Rosalina exited the stall. Before Robin could enter, however, a fist mounted on a yellow spring shot out to grab the stall door. Min-Min pulled herself over the heads of the crowd to land directly in front of the toilet.
“Hey, I was next!” Robin protested.
“Sorry,” said Min-Min, and she sounded like she meant it. “I’m literally leaking here!”
“We all are!” cried Robin as the door slammed in her face. “What makes you- ahh!”
The white-haired mage sank to the floor, and a golden puddle spread out underneath her. She pushed down on her robes to try and stop it, but it was no use.
“Damn you!” Robin yelled, but it could barely be heard over the crashing of Min-Min’s pent-up urine. Privately, Daisy found herself agreeing with Robin. This was agony! She crossed her legs tightly and dreaded to think about how the others were doing.
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“This is not good, this is not good,” Palutena whispered to herself. She had her hands jammed between her legs, trying desperately to hold back the flood. The goddess knew she was fighting a losing battle; already, a few drops of pee had leaked out. Still, she wasn’t going to give up.
“I’m with you,” said Samus, who apparently had overheard Palutena. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.”
“Don’t say that!” Palutena hissed. “It’s a psychological thing; if I hear you give up, I might too!”
“Sorry,” said Samus, wincing. The bounty hunter had removed her helmet after the fight, but was still wearing her orange Power Armor.
“It’s fine,” Palutena reassured her, though she was anything but fine. Her bladder felt like an overfilled water balloon, ready to burst at any moment. “If only there were some other option.”
Samus’ face lit up. “That’s it!” she exclaimed. Then she frowned. “No, no, I can’t do that?”
“What are you talking about?” asked Palutena.
“My Power Suit has a built-in waste disposal unit,” Samus explained, “but it’s an absolute last resort. It feels disgusting having to use it.”
“Waste disposal?” Palutena repeated. “You mean like p-p…” She couldn’t bring herself to say the word.
“Exactly,” said Samus grimly, “but I don’t want to use it unless I have to.” Then her eyes went wide and she gasped in shock, and Palutena knew what must be happening.
“Oh, to hell with it,” the bounty hunter sighed, and let out a breath as she relaxed. At least Palutena couldn’t hear the noise of Samus wetting herself inside the suit, or see any stain on the outside. Still, that was a small comfort as Samus moaned in relief, her face flushed pink. Palutena felt a few more drops leak into her panties, and she knew she was running out of time.
Desperate in every sense of the word, Palutena scanned the locker room for a solution. She saw the stalls, rows of lockers, a couple of showers at the other end of the room…
The showers! Inspiration struck the goddess. She looked back at Lucina, the blue-haired swordfighter she had become romantically involved with. From the looks of it, she was doing about as well as Palutena was, dancing back and forth and holding herself tightly. There was no time to waste.
“Come on!” Palutena shouted, grabbing Lucina by the hand and dragging her into one of the shower stalls. She pulled the curtain shut and began pulling off her white dress as quickly as she could.
“W-what are you doing?” cried Lucina, blushing furiously. “This is no time to-”
“No, no!” Palutena gasped, now tearing off her panties and stockings. Her desperation was so intense she could barely speak. “Pee- place to- here!”
Palutena was scarcely able to get the words out before her bladder let go. A pale yellow stream flowed out of her, spraying the floor of the shower between her legs. Palutena let out a moan of relief as she drained her bladder.
“Haaah… that’s better,” she breathed. She looked over to see Lucina taking off her own clothes, which must have been difficult given how badly she was squirming. Lucina managed to get naked just in time, however, and a powerful pee stream emerged from between her legs, striking Palutena’s in midair. The goddess laughed at that.
“Look at us,” she giggled. “Crossing streams!” She was pleased to see Lucina smile as well.
Once the pair had finished peeing, Palutena turned on the shower head and washed away the puddle at their feet. Lucina pulled the shower curtain aside slightly to reach for a towel, but Palutena grabbed her hand.
“Let’s just stay in here a little while,” she said with a suggestive wink.
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Pyra winced at the horrifically loud noise of the shower running.
“Not good, not good!” she whimpered. She was openly doing a potty dance by now, which should have been humiliating, but she was beyond caring at this point. Pyra’s bladder was filled to capacity, and she was seriously doubting she was going to make it. Her panties were already uncomfortably damp, and they were only getting wetter as more and more spurts leaked out. Three of the people in front of her had stepped out of line, but that was a small comfort. The toilet flushed again, another terrible noise, and Min-Min exited, earning a death glare from the soaked Robin.
As Byleth ran into the stall and began audibly peeing, Bayonetta groaned in exasperation.
“Right, I’ve had enough of this,” she announced. “If I don’t have a wee now, I’m going to burst!”
Right in front of Pyra, the witch’s clothes vanished in a flash. Bayonetta barely stepped aside before squatting and brazenly peeing on the floor with a relieved sigh.
“Ah!” Pyra cried, turning away from the sight. “You can’t just do that!”
“Oh, bite me,” Bayonetta snapped, continuing her loud, hissing piss. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t plan on wetting myself here.”
Pyra was about to protest, but then the biggest spurt of urine yet leaked out, and she realized she was seconds away from disaster.
Looks like I don’t have a choice, she lamented.
“N-nobody look!” Pyra squealed before dashing to a far corner of the room. She squatted down and scrabbled desperately at her shorts and underwear, leaking urine all the while. The instant her clothes were out of the way, Pyra began peeing freely, her yellow torrent splattering on the floor.
Oh, why is it so loud? she groaned internally, blushing furiously. Pyra looked over her shoulder and turned even redder; everyone was staring right at her. She was facing away from them, but she could tell her backside was on full display.
“No,no! Hurry up,” she pleaded, but her bladder wouldn’t listen; it continued to drain and showed no signs of stopping. Pyra’s face burned with humiliation as the golden pool in front of her kept growing.
Well, at least I made it, she tried to reassure herself. Not everyone did…
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“Poor girl,” Daisy muttered, turning away from the sight of Pyra’s piddle. Her underwear was very damp by this point, and she wouldn’t have been surprised if they were visibly yellowed.
“Hurry up, I beg you!” cried Zelda, pounding on the stall door.
“Hold on,” Byleth replied. “I’m going as fast as I can!”
“Not fast enough,” Zelda mumbled, dancing frantically back and forth. “Not fast en- no, no, no!”
A yellow puddle began spreading from under her dress, rapidly flowing across the floor. Zelda made no effort to hold back her waters; it was clearly no use. She let out a sigh of defeat and simply stood there soaking the floor.
The sight of Zelda’s failure was the last straw for Daisy. The biggest spurt of urine yet burst out, and she could tell the dam was about to burst.
“I GOTTA PEE RIGHT NOW!” she wailed, any sense of dignity forgotten. A loud splash made her look to her right. The Wii Fit Trainer was perched on one of the sinks with her pants down, a look of bliss on her face. Unable to stand the sight any longer, Daisy rushed out of the locker room and into the hallway. Looking around frantically, she caught sight of one last hope: the sign for the men’s locker room.
Daisy didn’t know who might be in there, but she was beyond caring at this point. She rushed inside and made a beeline for one of the urinals. Leaking like a faucet now, Daisy made a few attempts to hike up her dress before abandoning the idea and simply pulling the whole thing over her head. She yanked her panties down next and stood there in nothing but her bra and stockings. Daisy was barely able to reach down and spread her folds before her bladder simply gave up on holding. A furious jet of pee gushed out of her with a cacophonous hiss, flying straight through the air and crashing into the back of the urinal. Droplets flew everywhere, and Daisy was sure she was spilling a lot on the floor. She was too caught up in ecstatic relief to care though.
“Haaaa… guuh…” was the only sound she could make as her eyes rolled back in bliss.
Daisy felt like her river of urine would never stop flowing, and with how good she was feeling, she wasn’t sure she wanted it to. Nevertheless, she eventually saw her stream lose height, and the last few squirts missed the urinal entirely.
“Wow,” Daisy sighed, stunned at what had happened. “That was something, all right.”
She flushed the urinal, then dared to look behind her. To her surprise and joy, the locker room appeared to be empty. Relieved, Daisy bent down to pick up her clothes. As she did, however, she heard a noise behind her: the tell tale swish of fighters teleporting in.
“Uh-oh,” Daisy mumbled, her face turning red.
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I'm still learning how to write stories, so it might not make any sense at all, and I'm not a native English speaker, so be prepared to find lots of mistakes. I hope you enjoy it!
Damian and Rodrick were a couple, and both liked football. They were watching a soccer match on the TV today, and both were wearing soccer gear. As soon as the game started, Rodrick started drinking lots of beer. Fifteen minutes later, he started feeling a slight urge to pee, but he ignored it since he thought he could probably hold it until the game ended.
He then drank a few more cans of beer. Ten minutes later and his need was starting to become bothersome, but he wasn't bursting yet. He put his hands inside his underwear and gently massaged his balls in an attempt to relieve the pressure a little bit. Five minutes later, he felt it was full down there.
He didn't want to get up and go to the bathroom, though. Rodrick still wasn't drunk, even though he had drunk several cans of beer, but his need to pee was quickly getting worse every minute. At that point, his full bladder was starting to distract him, and he barely could pay attention to the match. He again put his hand inside his underwear and grabbed his dick a little to relieve the pressure, but it was useless. Damian noticed that something was wrong with his boyfriend...
DAMIAN: Is something wrong with you? I mean... you look a little nervous and restless.
RODRICK: I'm fine! I'm just... excited for our city's team to win!
DAMIAN: (It looks like he's desperate to pee already. I like it, I have to come up with something to make things... ehm... hotter)
Fifteen minutes later, Rodrick was even fuller than before, and his bladder was visibly bulging out of his skinny abdomen. At this point, nothing helped anymore: trying to find a more comfortable position, grabbing his dick, squirming... nothing worked! He tried to lower down his soccer shorts a little and lift his shirt. Damian noticed that his boyfriend's bladder was swollen and rock hard and, since he was crazy about omorashi, he started having lots of fantasies.
DAMIAN: (Oh gosh, look at how big his bladder is now! What if I press it? No, I have a better idea... I could order him to go on all fours while I finger his g-spot and he tries to not leak... so many cool things I can try with him!!!!)
DAMIAN: Hey, honey, I know you have to pee really bad, admit it!
RODRICK: Ok, ok, I'm... *sighs* I feel like I'm gonna explode. It's hurting so bad.
DAMIAN: Why don't you go to the bathroom and release all that piss?
RODRICK: I'm fine, I can hold it a little longer!
His bladder filled and stretched more and more as time passed and his bulge became bigger and bigger. He was so full he couldn't even move. Even breathing made it harder to hold. As the bladder started pressing on his prostate, he got very horny. His hardon made it a little easier to hold. He was holding a little more than 1 liter of piss by that point. This was a completely new experience for him since he never had to go as bad as this time.
DAMIAN: Lemme suck your dick!
RODRICK: I don't think it's a good idea!
Damian puts his boyfriend's dick on his mouth and sucks it gently. He also used one hand to massage his balls and the other to stimulate his perineum. They weren't even paying attention to the TV anymore. Rodrick was very turned on from all that stimulation, he had never felt it so good before. Well, I guess it's because he was really sensitive down there. He was trying really hard to not accidentally piss on Damian's mouth.
RODRICK: Honey, I have to get up now... I need to rush to the bathroom, I'm gonna burst!
DAMIAN: *still sucking his dick*
RODRICK: Please!!!! Let me go!
DAMIAN: *presses Rodrick's bladder*
RODRICK: Don't touch there! It hurts so bad man! I have to go now, really, I'm not kidding! If I don't go now, I'm gonna flood the sofa. I need to fucking release that river of boiling piss NOW!
Rodrick was holding 1,5 liters of piss already! It was way beyond his limit. If he doesn't rush to the bathroom asap, he would explode and release his huge torrent of piss at any second!
RODRICK: Damian, please, let me go! It's hurting so bad and I'm about to leak *sigh*
RODRICK: *leaks two drops of piss mixed with precum on Damian's hands*
RODRICK: Fuck! *moans*
DAMIAN: Ok, I'll let you go to the bathroom, but...
RODRICK: *involuntarily releases a small spurt of piss* *sigh* Shit!!! I'll do everything you want, but please lemme go! I'm losing control!!!!
His bladder was hurting so bad and was so full that it was difficult to walk, so he had to go slowly. He leaked another spurt of piss, that lasted about one second until he could regain control again. As soon as Rodrick approached the toilet, the piss immediately started gushing out loudly and strongly. He moaned in relief. While he pissed, Damian licked his ass. Rodrick's piss flow started stopping and his dick became hard.
DAMIAN: Did you finish pissing already?
RODRICK: Not yet, bro! My bladder is still half full, but I can't pee with a hard dick, so...
DAMIAN: I've never seen you pissing like that!!! I'm... so turned on!
RODRICK: I'm still a little full of piss, so... wanna play with me?
DAMIAN: Sure!
Damian licked Rodrick's ass and then inserted his finger on his ass and brutally touched his g-spot. The pleasure was so intense that Rodrick couldn't hold it back and released uncontrollably the rest of the piss all over himself, soaking his soccer shorts and underwear. After that day, he would always hold his pee as much as possible and play with it. He discovered the magic of omorashi.
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(Note: This is based on some of the original fiction I write and follows the same sort of writing style. I have changed the character's names to similar ones, as well as some of the details, for anonymity purposes. But I will give you a bit of background on the set up so it makes some degree of sense: Julian is a politician, of sorts, an official in something akin to the United Nations. He is known for being a bit eccentric and full of himself and isn't very highly regarded in the administration. He can be somewhat uptight and very stubborn. Sarah is his trusted assistant, and is one of the few people who actually respects him. She can be somewhat childish at times, but she's compassionate and tries to be helpful in whatever way she can. The two of them are, at this point in the story, secretly involved with one another behind closed doors and have formed something of a close bond. They occasionally travel the world on campaign and meet with other officials in various destinations around the globe. This story takes place during one of those trips abroad, en route to a conference at an official's home. Also, I've written and re-written this multiple times, so I apologize if there's anything that seems off or inconsistent. This is my first time sharing any of my fiction, omo or otherwise, so please bear with me.)
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Before the day's travels would begin, Julian and Sarah thought it would be beneficial to get some supplies to take with them. Nothing too major, just some light food and beverages to help keep their spirits up throughout the drive, for it was said to be quite a long one this time around. It was part of one of many short trips they'd had to make to conduct business with some of their political contemporaries. This one, unlike with the last few destinations, was a bit more off the grid than the others and required them to be escorted to the remote location. As the vehicles involved in the escort needed to be refueled, they were stopped at a convenience store and gas station, the last one before the winding desert highway. So, whilst there, it would only make sense to stock up. Sarah grabbed a couple of snacks and something to drink and brought her items to the counter, where Julian was handing cash to the clerk, paying for his food and drink. "Just these two or something else?" the clerk asked, "Can I interest you in any lottery tickets?" "No thanks, that will be all." said Julian. "Alright, then. Next customer!" the clerk yelled. "Oh, you've got water? Should I put this back?" Sarah asked her partner. "Nope, this one's all for me." he specified, lifting the heavy jug off the counter by its handle. "You really think you need all of that?" she questioned. "We'll be smack in the middle of the desert, for god's sakes. Adequate hydration is a must." he explained, twisting off the cap, "And they say, if you're thirsty, then you're already dehydrated. And I, for one am rather parched!" He punctuated this by taking a large gulp of the ice cold liquid. "But still, isn't a gallon a little much?" She tilted her head and squinted her eyes at the volume. "Nonsense." he corrected, shaking his head, "For a man of my stature, it's perfectly sufficient in these conditions. Every survival manual on the market will tell you as much." "Alright...just be aware it's a six hour drive." she said, half joking. "What's that got to do with anything?" he asked with arrogant nonchalance, before absent mindedly taking another swig. Sarah raised an eyebrow at him, finished paying for her goods. "It all has to go somewhere." she shrugged, "What goes in must come out." He was honestly a little annoyed she would feel the need to point this one out, as if he already didn't know any better. He knew his limits. "So long as I pace myself, I should be fine. Trust me on that one." "If you say so." she said, holding the door open as they left the shop. Julian, all the while, continued to carelessly guzzle his drink, for it was far too refreshing to put down. "Is that a challenge?" he remarked. The driver met them outside, having just finished fueling up the vehicle. "Alright. You folks ready to leave?" he said in a firm tone, his hands on his hips. The driver was a broad-statured man with a stern demeanor and a closely shaved head to match. "I believe so." said Julian, affirmatively, boosting himself up on his toes, "Just about" "Great, now just so you know, our destination is about 400 miles eastbound through nothing but sand dunes. We'll be joining up with the rest of the motorcade in a few minutes, two vehicles in front, two in back. If we should need to stop for any reason, let me know and I will alert the rest of the motorcade via the radio so we can all pull over, any questions?" "Nope. I think that should do it." said Julian. "Great, then let's get going." "So much for pacing yourself." Sarah whispered. "You already finished a quarter of that!" "What can I say? It's hot out here! I'm dying of thirst." he said, bringing it back to his lips. "It is, but you'd really better take it easy, okay? You wouldn't want to over do it." she advised, no longer just teasing, "Especially if we'll be stuck in the car." He simply laughed it off, seeing her advice as unwarranted. "Sarah, I assure you I'll be fine. Perfectly fine. If not, I wouldn't be taking the risk." "Famous last words..." she teased, "Are you sure you don't wanna...you know...take care of that before we leave? Just in case?" "That won't be necessary. I haven't the need to." he stubbornly insisted, "I already addressed that before we left. Which, might I remind you, was no more than half an hour ago, so I'm more than content. Really. I very much doubt it'd make a difference, save for wasting a good minute or so of my time." "Okay...But, later on, you might be sorry..." she said, in a singsong voice, "I really don't wanna have to say I told you so. Last chance. It's gonna be a while. Six hours. And I doubt there's any place to stop out there." "Err...well...Alright, fine, perhaps you do have a point. Suppose it's worth a shot, regardless. Best not chance anything. Back in a minute." he gestured toward a door at side of the gas station, "Here, hold this for me." The driver impatiently honked the horn, "Come on, what are we waiting for? Let's hit the road." Sarah tilted her head and blinked a few times as Julian suddenly reneged on his former statement, face heel turning back toward the vehicle, "Well, you heard the man! There's no time for that now. We're running late as it is. I doubt he'd appreciate me holding things up. Now, let's go!"
The first hour went smoothly as they left behind the last of the urban areas and ventured out into the barren desert. Julian continued to quench his thirst, taking frequent sips and paying very little mind to it. Of course, his nonchalance did nothing to keep it from gradually flooding his system. It was only as the second hour turned to the third that a need arose, and he realized he'd made a terrible mistake. He really should've heeded Sarah's warnings. He pressed his legs together and groaned. As foretold, it had all caught up with him. But, hey, at least he wasn't dehydrated. "How are we doing back there? Seems awful quiet." said the driver. "Fine, thank you." he lied through gritted teeth, "Out of curiosity, about how long til we get there? Statistically speaking." he clarified, to prevent any further grilling on his reasons for asking that could potentially lead to an embarrassing admission, "And by any chance, does this road get any smoother?" He grimaced, for the road had been rough, much to his disservice. Being jostled didn't exactly help the situation at hand. "Nope. It's all bumps from here on out, change in terrain." "Ah. I see. Good to know." "And for the ETA, we're looking at about..." He crossed his fingers, hoping it wouldn't be much longer than he could reasonably take with such a pressing need. "...Two hours, according to the GPS." "Really, is that all, then?" Strain and disappointment were evident in his voice. This was clearly not what he was wanting to hear. Sarah raised her brow in his direction, having a fair idea of why he had asked those questions. She'd seen him grow gradually tenser over the course of the ride: impatient, agitated and squirmy. And, given the circumstance, it wouldn't exactly be a stretch to assume what the cause was. If true, it would come as no surprise. "Yup, that's it. Two hours, maybe two and a half. Unless we run into any unforeseen conditions along the way." said the driver. "Splendid." said Julian, inhaling sharply and closing his eyes tight, "Absolutely splendid." "If you need anything, give me a heads up." said the driver, strapping his headset back on. "Not planning on it." he said. In spite of what was practical, he found it preferable not to give voice to such a private personal matter, though his constant movement gave him away. Sarah certainly noticed the signs. He seemed to be bouncing his leg far more frantically than usual and gnawing on his lower lip, in addition to all manner of other un-subtleties he was displaying. She could see straight through him. Not that it was particularly hard to in this instance. Julian happened to catch her staring and met her gaze. "What are you looking at?" he questioned, through an irritable pout. He knew exactly what was coming, and he didn't want to hear it. He was in no mood to be proven wrong. "Nothing..." said Sarah, "I just think this calls for an I told you so. Don't you?" "What do you mean? I'm perfectly fine." he denied, continuing to bounce his leg as he stared evasively out the window. Sarah tilted her eyebrow. "Julian, please. Don't think I didn't notice." she said. "Notice what? What is there to notice?" he said, in defense. "Come on...we both know what's up." she gestured vaguely, "You clearly need to go. I can tell just from looking at you." "How do you know I'm not just restless?" "Because, I can put two and two together." she said, "You drank a bunch of water, it's been a few hours...Obviously you have to pee." "I do not-" he tried to protest, before taking note of his own posture. It did look like it. And, rather than assuming a more neutral position, he figured he'd had no choice other than to admit it. The gig was up. He let out a dejected sigh: "It isn't that obvious, is it?" Still, in spite of all the wiggling and fidgeting, he refused to let it show on his face, trying his hardest to maintain an air of dignity, the last bit of dignity he had. "Uh...Just a little bit." she said, pinching the air. "Alright, okay, so...maybe I do! Alright? And somewhat badly, if I'll be honest. But, I suppose that was to be expected, given that I'm...sufficiently hydrated." He scowled in discomfort and folded his arms over his chest, "But, what of it?! I don't think it's any of your concern. That's for me to contend with. Just have to...try and ignore it, is all. Just have to hold off til we arrive. That's about all I can do. Wait it out..." She tapped his arm and whispered in his ear, "You could just tell him to pull over, you know? He said you could." "And alert the entire motorcade? Absolutely not! Do you realize what that would entail?!? Everyone involved would have to be notified and they'd all make a big deal of it. Now, I don't know about you, but to me, that sounds hugely embarrassing. That being said, there's no chance in hell." he professed, biting a nail as he shook both legs, "I'm not doing it. I'm just not. I'd look pathetic!" "Well, it's better than having to hold it the rest of the ride. It could be hours. Sure you wanna wait?" "Beats having to write my name in the sand, so to speak, all out in the open." "I don't think sand works that way. It's not like snow. I doubt you could write much of anything in it." Sarah said, as an aside, "It'd probably just absorb." "Well, whatever, it's figurative...Same principle! And...take a look out there, Sarah. Take a look!" he gestured, "There's no partitions, no walls, no privacy whatsoever. Best I could get is behind one of the vehicles. And even then, per the protocol, all the officers would be stood there waiting for me to finish, which would be dreadful to say the least. Not to mention utterly humiliating! So, unless there's a sensible alternative-" "You know we just passed someplace, like, a little over an hour ago, right? Why didn't you just go then? There were all kinds of abandoned buildings and stuff you could've gone in." His face went through a variety of expressions as he processed this information. "Well, my reasoning for that is..." he paused, holding his finger to his lip, "Well, it's simple...Quite simple, actually. Very simple. Simple explanation." he elaborated, "Fact of the matter is, I- I simply...didn't need to 'go' then." He evaded her gaze as his eyes shifted, fully recognizing how absurd an excuse that was for someone his of age and competency, "Wasn't really worth mentioning, so it hadn't occurred to me." he said, sheepishly, "But...that's beside the point, that's really not relevant! Never mind any of that. What's done is done. Now, if by some miracle, we should stumble across anything else that bears a vague resemblance to civilization, then I'll happily take the next opportunity. If not, which seems more likely, I suppose I'll just have to hold off. Alright? It's as simple as that. End of subject." he said with finality, as if taking a stoic stance on the matter. "For two more hours? Maybe three?" she questioned, concerned for his well being, "You can't be serious. You're really gonna wait that long?" "Why not? Certainly wouldn't be the first time! I'll have you know, I'm well accustomed." "Wait, come to think of it, I guess you must be..." Sarah said, "You almost never have to go. Or if you do, you don't ever mention it." Now that she thought about it, she'd hardly ever heard him bring it up, which was odd considering the insane amount of coffee the man got through each day. He must have a bladder of steel. Or so she assumed. In reality, he'd just sneak off unannounced to take care of business when the need arose, and return without an explanation as to where he'd been. The most he'd give was a "Be right back." He would never dream of stating it directly. Doing such was crass, improper, and undignified. He'd rather maintain a degree of mystery surrounding his bodily functions. They were nobody's business. A private matter to attend to. Not for public knowledge or awareness. Throughout the time they'd known each other, he'd only mentioned it twice. Now, technically, three times. Once, when they were out drinking, which was a given after he'd had a few. And on one other occasion during their travels that necessitated seeking out an empty alleyway, in which he made her keep watch for any passersby. But, aside from that, he kept the matter solely to himself. "Matter of politeness, Sarah. I'm not exactly keen to draw attention to it." he said. He glanced away for a second, clearly embarrassed, still fanning his legs in and out, "Rather not announce it." Sarah wondered if he saw the irony in his statement, considering his body language had made his need painfully obvious. "You don't have to announce it." she said, dryly. "Good." he said, completely missing the point. He was silent for a moment, save for his wincing breaths which made it an incredibly awkward silence at that. He wondered what must she must be thinking of him right now. Appearing so weak in front of her, at the mercy of something as pathetic as this. It made him want to hold out even longer, just to prove that he could. To stay true to his word. To prove he had the necessary level of resolve and self-mastery to do so. Because, typically he did. He could wait quite a while when he set his mind to it, hours and hours if the situation called. Often it was a necessity in not only his line of work, but throughout his education and training. He was skilled at it typically. He had to be. After all, juggling his coffee intake with uninterrupted meetings, strict schedules and limited breaks was no easy task, but he'd been accustomed and had never been caught short. Not once. Without fail, he'd always managed, save for a handful of extremely close calls, which this was shaping up to be one of. He was confident in his ability, but perhaps too confident, and now he was in over his head, well past the point of comfort. Or, more accurately, up to his eyeballs. But, Julian was anything if not determined. Except for stubborn. And if nothing else could keep him holding on, it would be his stubbornness. He would prove his point, all the while keeping his dignity intact, even if it meant pushing himself beyond his natural limit.
"Hey, I've been meaning to ask, how much water is left?" Sarah asked, pointing to the jug at his feet, "Turns out I didn't bring enough. You were right on that one." Julian rolled his eyes. Of all things she could've said, why did she have to ask that? Was she doing this on purpose to rub it in? "See for yourself. You might be disappointed." he said, subtly boasting as if self-congratulating for his endurance. He'd truly got through an impressive amount, after all. And perhaps she'd be more understanding if she saw the sheer volume of what he was contending with. "That's it?" she asked, shocked. "That's it." Julian confirmed, "What you see is what you get." There wasn't much left, for he had really been as parched as he had claimed to be. "That means you must have..." She looked down at the mostly empty jug and back at him, with widened eyes, "You really?-" she stammered, shocked, "All of that? Seriously?!? More than half?" "Just about!" he said, "I'd rather you not remind me." he scoffed, shifting his weight at the mere acknowledgement. He could feel every last ounce pounding against the walls of his bladder. "Well, can I have what's left? I'm still kinda thirsty." "Go ahead, I've certainly already met my quota...Exceeded it by a long shot, as a matter of fact." he said through clenched teeth, "By a long shot." He let out another pained sigh, filled with regret, among other things, "Safe to say, I've definitely had my fill." Sarah couldn't stand to see him like this, in such discomfort. So, naturally, she urged him to help himself, as a faithful assistant should. She decided to do so with a lighthearted approach: "Julian, come on, just tell the guy. I'm sure he'll understand. Just say you have a 10-100." Julian looked unamused at her attempt at humor, finding it slightly insulting for her to make light of it. "If only it were that simple." he remarked, evasively, licking his lips as his right leg resumed its restless routine. "It would be if you could just get over yourself." said Sarah, "I mean, nothing's stopping you. If you need to go that bad-" He held out his palm to shush her, "Sarah, look, for the last time, I'm totally fine. Bit uncomfortable, won't deny that, but as far as I'm concerned, this is little more than a 'mind over matter' scenario. And I can't exactly employ that strategy if we carry on discussing it, now can I? So I kindly suggest you drop it. Sound fair?" "Fine, then, what should we talk about?" "Anything. Anything to pass the time." he demanded, "Just think of something...whatever springs to mind." He cringed at his own phrasing, the word 'springs' conjuring up several unwanted images such as that of a natural springs or that of springing a leak. "Err...whatever comes to mind." he corrected. "Anything? Are you sure?" she questioned, raising her brow contrarily, a cheeky grin appearing on her face, gears clearly turning in the wrong direction. "No, no, not just anything." he stammered, "Something unrelated...Wholly unrelated." "Like what?" "I don't know, just use your common sense! I shouldn't need to spell out which topics are best left avoided. I'm sure you can infer." "So...Let me guess...running water is off the table?" she teased, coyly. He furrowed his brow disapprovingly and clenched his teeth, "As cliche as it is, yes!" he affirmed, "That sort of imagery will do me no favours. Believe me." "Alright, fair enough." she smiled, warmly, "I won't torture you." As much as she liked to jokingly push his buttons from time to time, she knew to avoid crossing his boundaries. There was a certain point where enough was enough, and she could usually sense where it was. Julian appreciated that about her, for so many others simply had no concept of such a thing, and would persist beyond that point, purely to get a rise out of someone. Sarah never did that, never took things too far. Because of that, he granted her more leeway to make the odd comment or two. So long as it was within those bounds, it was harmless fun, totally excusable in his book. "And, for the record, that extends to anything remotely liquid, you got it? I don't want to hear it. That means no dripping faucets, no rushing rapids, and no babbling brooks. Have I made myself clear?" "Yep, very clear...Very, very clear." she said, "That reminds me...You know what else is clear?" "Sarah, please, have some maturity! Enough is enough. I think we can both acknowledge that that one was a bit of a stretch, anyways, so if you really must carry on with this, at least try something more original. I know you can do better...Though I would thoroughly encourage you not to. Now...give me something to discuss, I could really use a distraction right about now." "Did I ever tell you about that time I went to Niagara Falls?" she teased. Julian sighed and rolled his eyes. "Seriously, Sarah, what did I just say? What part of this don't you get? That is the absolute antithesis of a distraction. Think of something better. Give me something to talk about. Ask me a question for heaven's sake! Do what I asked!" "Fine, then...why don't you tell me more about the academy." she asked him, leaning in with intrigue, "What was it like?" "Y-you really want to know?" "Yeah, tell me all about it. I never went to boarding school. Was it like what they show in the movies?" He began describing scenes from his youth: "Bit of an odd time to ask me, but, allow me to start from the beginning...my first year there, where it all began...I remember it like it was yesterday...it was a cloudy day in mid September. I was sat in the back seat of my father's sedan. All of my luggage was stashed in the boot, nearly everything I owned. I remember it had to be at least a 2 hour drive. Non-stop, not unlike this one. He didn't want me pulling an escape act, you see. Right when I was starting to get impatient and more than a little carsick, we pulled up to the boarding school. Huge property, spanning many acres, historical brick buildings as far as the eye could see. Well, that was if you could see beyond the gates. I nearly thought I was headed to prison or some sort of labor camp. Of course, I can laugh about it now. That fence was probably only about...15 feet high. Not at all un-scalable. Not that I ever dared to try." The idle conversation had kept him occupied for a good 45 minutes or so. Sarah kept asking questions to keep him engaged, and it seemed to work wonders. It gave him something else to focus on for a bit. He told her of his time back at school, having no shortage of anecdotes to recite. Ever the narcissist, Julian loved having any excuse to talk about himself. And Sarah took it in with no false interest, to the point where she'd almost forgotten how the subject came up in the first place. Only, as he told her his stories, he did so in a tone which was hurried and laboured, punctuated by winces and shallow breaths, his legs continually shifting positions. "One time, they brought us into this...this hall, you see, for an assembly. I'd no idea what I was in for. Come to find out, the Headmaster had arranged for a speaker to come and give us a talking to about the dangers of-" However, his attention was quickly drawn back to the present as the driver made an announcement. "Fair warning, we're gonna hit a rough patch in a few minutes, we're going off road." "Oh, now that's just marvelous." Julian said with mock enthusiasm, "Just excellent. Did you hear that? A long, jarring ride over the dunes." he remarked bitterly, "Talk about adding fuel to the fire." He anxiously chewed on his fingernail, horrified at the prospect, "Just what I want is to be jostled about." "Then, I really think you'd better say something before it's too late." Sarah advised, lightly stroking his arm, "Don't you think you'd be better off?" "No. You know my reasons." he stubbornly declined, on account of maintaining his pride. "Well...You know it's only gonna get worse if you wait." she said, appealing to his logic. "I know that." he said through clenched teeth, "Don't jynx it." "Well, when's enough gonna be enough?" she questioned, eyes wide with concern and sympathy, "Eventually, you're gonna have to call it quits. Unless you really want to embarrass yourself. I mean, look at you, Julian, you have to go so bad you can barely sit still! You're literally gonna explode. This is ridiculous and you're probably gonna end up hurting yourself. I don't think it's worth it. Just think...wouldn't it feel so much better to get it over with?" "Don't go there, Sarah, don't go there. I'm warning you...do not." "Cause I bet it would! Haven't you had enough? Don't you just wanna let it all go already?" "Stop it, don't do this to me." His lip quivered upon hearing that last sentence, his eyes nearly crossing as he tightened his clasped legs, a gut reaction that seemed to answer her question in a way that words could not. His expression appeared as if he'd been sucking on a slice of lemon. Or maybe even several, all at once. Immaturely, he put his fingers in his ears and pretended to block her out. Though, it was no help. He still heard her describe things in all-too-vivid detail, making an unhelpful mockery of the situation, trying to coax him into giving in by leaving him with no choice. She didn't want him to hurt himself, much less embarrass himself at the meeting. All she meant to do was provide some encouragement and talk some sense into him, she hadn't quite anticipated just how torturous a few simple phrases would be...or that he would remain firm in his stance in spite of it all. "Just imagine it...wouldn't that feel sooooo good?" she continued. "Sarah! That's enough, that's enough. Seriously, that's enough. Cut it out! I demand you to stop, right this instant." he commanded, "Please! If you keep this up, you're gonna make me find out firsthand whether I want to or not! Please! You're making this worse! I-I don't need any guided imagery. I can visualize it quite well enough on my own. I don't need this right now." "Sorry, it's just...Do you see how this makes no sense? You don't have to do this to yourself. Really, nobody's gonna make a big deal of it, it's just...a normal thing that everyone does. They can't hold that against you. Just tell the driver. I'm sure he'll let you go." She hoped this would be the permission he needed to set aside his pride and speak up. Julian knew he was being incredibly unreasonable, but yet...it seemed just as absurd to turn such an embarrassing personal matter into a fully-blown production. A coordinated maneuver would have to take place, which meant that everyone involved would have to be informed of it, as per the protocol, and everything would have to be put on pause. All for something as trivial as urinating: which, at the moment, did not seem very trivial at all. Really, it was the opposite of trivial. It dominated his thoughts, seeming to take precedence over the upcoming summit with his colleague. It was his top priority to get it sorted, shortly upon arriving, through any means possible, even if it meant sacrificing a bit of his professionalism. But Sarah wasn't going to let him have it his way: "Here, let me show you how simple it is. I'll ask the guy, I'll act like it's for me and you can just...step aside somewhere and do your thing. No one will even notice." Julian considered it for a second. It certainly wasn't the worst idea. And it would put an end to his agony, so...it had that going for it. "Fine, ask him, just not on my behalf. Don't throw me under the bus." "I won't, I promise." "Now, hurry up and say something, will you?" "I will, hold on." Sarah raised her hand to grab the drivers attention, "Excuse me?" "Yeah?" he said, taking off his headset, "What's up?" "Hey...could we maybe...make a pit stop?" she asked, proving just how simple it could really be. "Sorry, but, no can do. The conditions won't allow for it. We've got to keep it movin'. On the bright side, it ain't much farther. Only about a half hour or so, we made good time. Hopefully that won't be an issue." The driver raised a knowing brow at the distressed passenger, in the rearview mirror. He wasn't stupid, nor was he blind. "Oh...that's okay, I guess. Thanks anyway." said Sarah. "10-4." The driver put his headset back over his ears. Julian's face fell, the colour draining from it. "So much for that." he said, "That solved a grand total of nothing." "Hey, you can't say I didn't try." She put her hand on his knee, "Sorry it didn't help." "Don't be sorry. Not your fault." he said, through clenched teeth. Somehow, knowing he had no chance at getting relief made his need seem much more urgent. Not only that, but traversing the rough terrain with all its bumps and divots definitely did not help to keep it at bay. "These bumps are going to be the death of me." Julian remarked, acknowledging the harsh irony that was conspiring to make him miserable as he braced himself for another jolt. "I know, not much longer." The least she could do was try to comfort him. She truly felt sorry for him now. This wasn't his choice anymore. "Pretty soon, pretty soon." she said. He pouted pessimistically: "Not soon enough, believe me. I'll be cutting it very close. By the skin of my teeth." "Just try not to think about it for now. We're almost there." she said. Willpower wearing thin, he decided another distraction could be of some aid, and turned to face the window, despite there being nothing of interest for miles on end. The dry landscape outside seemed to provide a refreshing contrast from his waterlogged state. His attention was quickly turned back, however, by the sound of Sarah taking a drink. His eyes turned sharp, giving her a silent warning all their own. "I thought I told you already not to shake that up! You know that won't do me any good!" "It might if you hear me out. I thought of something. As soon as I'm all done with this, you're welcome to use it if you want." she suggested, as a last ditch effort to accommodate him. "What do you mean, use it?" he said, skeptically, narrowing his eyes. Sarah sighed, "You know what I mean! What else would you do with it?" Julian scowled in disgust at the idea, appalled she would even bring it up in the first place, not that it hadn't crossed his mind already to some extent. "If you're suggesting what I think you're suggesting-" "I'm assuming that's a no?" "A hard no." he emphasized, "I won't do it. Why on Earth would I even consider such a thing?" "Well, if you gotta go, you gotta go." she justified, "And...obviously you do, so...I'm just saying it wouldn't bother me." Sure enough, he even had a answer to that: "Sarah, in spite of what you may believe, I have standards. Standards of what is and isn't acceptable. And needless to say, a plastic bottle will not suffice." "Even this one?" she raised an eyebrow as she held it up to showcase its volume, "It's a good size." "Yes, even this one." he scoffed with a sigh of frustration. "If that won't work for you, then I don't know what will!" she said, her eyes widening with shock. "I didn't mean it literally!" he clarified, "Of course it would...physically suffice. Should, anyhow..." Mentally, he measured it up, "Oh, what am I saying, why am I humouring you with this? It's still a hard pass! No matter how...tempting it sounds, alright? I'm not going to stoop that low. I didn't come all this way to utterly humiliate myself. If I can't do it in a proper location, I'm not doing it at all." "Well, it's there just in case. I promise I won't judge you for it. I'll close my eyes, turn my head, cover my ears, whatever. You gotta do what you gotta do." she said. "Regardless of the...level of necessity, I'm against it." he added, "Purely on principle. I-I couldn't. And don't even get me started on the logistics!" "What logistics?" "The technical aspect. Moving vehicle...narrow target...I'll leave it to your imagination. Not the best idea." "Yeah, you're right. Didn't think of that." Sarah sunk into her seat, so much for trying to help. Only, suddenly, Julian changed his mind, "On second thought...give me the bottle." he spat out, urgently, holding out his hand. "Seriously?" "Yes, now give it here!" he demanded. "Hold on, let me screw the cap off." "I'll do it, just give it to me, will you?!?" He snatched it roughly out of her hand, "Yeesh." "Geez, I hope this makes you less cranky." "Is it any wonder I'm irritated? Just let me get this over with." And just as he began to situate the jug where it needed to be, the driver raised his brow at him in the mirror. Julian gave a sheepish grin, nearly caught in the act. Luckily, he hadn't yet exposed himself, but it was still clear how he was intending to utilize the bottle. More than a little embarrassed, he backed out on the prospect, "Ah, you know what? Forget it. I-I can't do this in the car. This is inexcusable. Take it back." "Just five more minutes." the driver pointed out, as a sort of condolence, "It's right up the road here." "5 more minutes." Julian repeated, rubbing both hands together in anticipation, "Brilliant."
"Okay folks, we're pulling up to the property." the driver said, over the chatter from the radio. "Oh, thank god!" Julian sighed, reaching for the door handle as the words slowly registered and the building came into view, seeming much like an oasis in the middle of the desert. It was a large terra cotta structure set in the middle of the dunes, with palm trees and a fence surrounding it, and by some miracle of landscaping: tall trimmed hedges, which he had to admit seemed rather inviting at the moment for all the wrong purposes, and bright green grass, its color achieved through irrigation and the ample usage of sprinklers which just so happened to be on full blast, much to his current distaste, rivaled only by the decorative fountain which sat squarely in front of the entryway. Conveniently, or not so conveniently, the driver pulled over beside it. "Y'all are free to go." he stepped out of the vehicle and went to convene with the rest of his posse, gawking for a moment at the distressed passenger. "Come on, let's get you inside before you burst." Sarah whispered, placing an encouraging hand on his shoulder, as she slid toward the door. "Then, we had better make haste, then, hadn't we?" he panted, through clenched teeth, bracing himself as his feet hit the pavement. "Hold on, I just gotta thank these guys first. It'll only take two seconds. You can stay here, I'll say something on your behalf." "Well, be sure to make it quick! I certainly haven't got all day." Standing up hadn't done him many favors, in fact it was quite a disservice. He immediately doubled over and locked his knees. But that didn't seem to do the trick to stave off the effects of the shift in weight. He took a moment to collect himself while he assumed nobody was looking, engaging in a less than dignified display of unbridled urgency, as Sarah waved goodbye to the officers. It was a sequence he hadn't done since a young age, bobbing up and down with his hands clasped over his front. If anyone had seen it, he would have looked more than a little foolish. As such, he cut it out at once, as soon as he got enough of a grip. He gave a stiff wave himself, off into the distance, so as to appease the group, along with a blatantly forced smile. As Sarah tried to speed along the idle chitchat, Julian contemplated excusing himself to the other side of the vehicle, whilst no-one was paying much attention, and giving one of the back tires a good washing, but he didn't think he could go through with it without being caught. It wouldn't have exactly been subtle, by any means. So he gave up on that, and tried to put the idea out of his mind. After all, why should he take an opportunity he'd already had available to him the entire time? It would've made his postponing all the more counter intuitive and would make it all in vain. Soon, they started making their way up the driveway. Sarah held his hand in support as they crossed the lawn. "How are you feeling?" "How's it look like?" he sneered, "How do you think I'm feeling?" "I take it not well?" "Not well? I'm in agony! I'm more water-loaded than the runner up in the Kentucky Derby. I'm essentially more liquid than man at this point! It's basically up to my eyeballs!" he elaborated, unnecessarily, "So, in short, I'm not exactly in an ideal state." "Whose fault is that?" she thought. He put himself in this situation. "Geez, sorry I asked." she said. "You should be." he groaned, inhaling sharply, body held rigid and stiffly controlled, his walk resembling more of a shuffle, "And these fountains aren't exactly doing me any favours." he scoffed, suppressing the chill the sound was sending up his spine as he passed by them, their steady streams arcing out of the base in a rather reminiscent manner, bubbling as it hit the pool of water below. He really wished he hadn't looked at it. "Oh, for the love of-" At least she didn't have one of those cherub statues. That would have really rubbed it in. "They're rather provoking, to say the least." "Definitely." she agreed, sympathetically, "It's even getting to me a little, so I can just imagine what it's doing to you. Just...try to ignore it. You're almost there. Soon as we get inside, you'll be all set. Just hang in there. Think about something else." However, Julian was still fixated on the fountains: "She just has to show off, doesn't she? Make a huge, gaudy display. Tasteless, is what it is. Especially tasteless. Damn near impossible to ignore." "Look at all those plants." Sarah pointed out, partly as a pleasant distraction, knowing his interest in horticulture. "Hm?" "Look how green they are." "It really is a waste." he said, "Though, from where I'm standing, it looks like she may have missed a spot." "Where?" asked Sarah, naively missing his point, "I don't see anything." "Those 6 foot hedges, parallel to the fence. See? Right in the back." he pointed, his frantic gaze shifted side to side, "Rather dry looking, I'd say. In need of a good watering, if you catch my drift." Conveniently situated in a secluded corner of the lawn, they were more than suitable for what he had in mind. Typically, he'd never consider such a thing, but desperate times called for desperate solutions. His eyes narrowed with single-minded decisiveness, "Think I'll...go and do them the honours. Keep cover for me whilst I inundate them, will you? Be back in a jif." "Too late, she's already at the door." "Tell her I'm doing her a favour! I'll take full responsibility. Somebody has to rise to the occasion! It's basic supply and demand!" "Well, I doubt she'll appreciate it. Don't do it, Julian, it's a bad idea. You're already in hot water with her. I-I really don't think that's gonna help much." "At this point, I could give a damn!" "You won't have time. Now she's on the front steps. Look! She's looking right at us. You can't." "Aghhh damn it! Damn it all!" he cursed, seeing her standing there, "I was this close. This close to pulling it off. I-I don't even know if I can do this. This is beyond manageable. This is on a whole new level. It's absurd, comically absurd! Everything's conspiring against me to make matters even worse than they already were. If all of this keeps up the way it's going...If I hit yet another obstacle...I can almost guarantee it won't end well." Hands clasped in front of him, he nervously bounced in place a bit more. Standing still was not an option. Unless he kept moving, he would surely do something unfathomable, "I've never had that happen, Sarah. Never not made it. Especially not in front of a colleague. This is a disaster!" "Look, don't panic, we're gonna get this over with and you'll be fine, I promise. You're gonna make it." Sarah assured him, placing a hand on his shoulder, "I promise. It can't be more than ten minutes. All you gotta do is say hello. I bet it'll be super quick. Look, If I have to, I'll make an excuse for you so you can go." she offered. "You'll really do all of that?" "Why wouldn't I? That's what an assistant's for, right? Of course I'm gonna help." "Oh, you're a godsend! Really. You have no idea how badly I need this." "Honestly I couldn't tell...You've been so subtle about it." she teased. Julian rolled his eyes, not seeing this as anywhere near being considered a laughing matter. He was in dire straits, and it really wasn't appropriate to make light of his misery. "Bet you wish you did something about it sooner, while you still had the chance..." she mentioned, "You really should've listened to me." "What's done is done. It is what it is. I've learnt my lesson." he said, "Now, I have no choice other than to put on a brave face and hope for the best." Julian steeled himself over, straightening out as much as he could manage and forcing a neutral expression which looked far from natural. He couldn't conceal his urgency, it was remarkably evident to even the least observant. Though, Sarah didn't have the heart to tell him that. She could tell he was trying his best, given the circumstance. Muriel met them at the door. "Welcome, glad you made it." she said, greeting them, "How was the ride out? Was it smooth?" "No, not entirely. Matter of fact, it was a grueling affair. No fault of the drivers. Err...thanks for having that arranged." "No problem." said Muriel, "Uh...Mr. Chancellor, I can't help but notice...Are you alright?" she asked, looking him over with widened eyes, distress written plainly on his face. "You look antsy." Muriel commented in suspicion. "Sorry?" "Don't want to assume, but you seem a little anxious. That true?" "Yes, err...quite actually. Anxious to be your guest, that is. Mind giving us the grand tour?" he asked, quickly spitting the words out, truly only interested in one destination, "I'd quite like to see the inside, if it in any way compares with the garden. What is this, a 3 bed, 3 bath?" "3 bed, 4 bath." she corrected, "Had one added on a while back." "Ah, yes, quite. Mind showing me the new edition? Dying to see it." He had to give himself credit for how smoothly he slipped that into conversation. Perhaps she'd lead him there, right off the bat, without issue. "In a minute, in a minute." she interrupted, "Let's get all the pleasantries out of the way first. Then we'll get to the tour. Sound good?" "Fine by me." The pleasantries weren't going to take very long. Best get them out of the way without making a fuss. "Oh, where are my manners? I forgot to welcome you both. Let me shake you guys' hands. It's not a summit without a handshake." She reached out and shook their hands. Julian struggled to keep still throughout it, continuously shifting his weight, and pulling faces. He had to think of an explanation for why he was wincing. "You've...got quite the strong handshake for...um..." "Someone of my size?" she asked, in her nasal, high pitched voice. "You said it, not me." "Thanks, I'll take that as a compliment." she smirked, leading them inside. Muriel was just shy of 5 feet tall on a good day, but her strong personality more than made up for what she was lacking in stature. Some might even call it a complex. The interior of her home was decked out in gold and gemstones, complimenting the curved lines of the architecture. Her obnoxious voice echoed throughout the large front room, along with the rapid clicking of her high heeled shoes as she made her way towards her workstation. "Well, now that you're finally here, we can get right down to the logistics, the real nitty gritty. We're gonna cover all of the bases, right here, right now." she asserted. "Right now? Oh, you've got to be kidding me!" Julian thought, "Who does she think she is? Can't she see I'm in no mood!" Muriel put her glasses up on the bridge of her nose, the gold lanyard hanging behind her ears, "See, I have some figures here..." She started skimming through a 3 ring binder that was seemingly half her size, packed full of laminated papers, "This is the GDP from the last quarter. The figures are through the roof. Now, as for the budget..." Julian raised his finger in an attempt to interject before she got too far into her spiel, "Uh...Muriel, hold that thought. We only just got here. Why don't we save that for some other time? Right now's really not the most convenient." He bounced twice on the spot to try and convey his meaning with as much subtlety as he could manage, "It's been an awfully long drive." "Well, it's a good time for me, so that's what we're going with." said Muriel, insensitively, "I wanna get this meeting over and done with. I'm fully booked the rest of the day and this is my only window." Sarah interjected on his behalf, clearly she wasn't paying his words any mind. "Muriel...I hate to be a bother, but right now really isn't a good time. At all. Can we please do this later?" she pleaded, courteously, "Julian has something he needs to 'attend to'." His glare softened, this phrasing didn't embarrass him half as much as how he assumed she would put it. "Yes, quite. What she said. And rather urgently at that." he specified, subtly shifting his weight as he stood, breathing heavily, "Sarah can vouch for that. Right, Sarah?" Muriel looked toward her, glasses tilted down. "It's true." she shrugged, "It's...uh...getting pretty close to the deadline." "Indeed. Matter of fact, it's almost overdue. So, ideally, I'd like to go and address it immediately." he added, fidgeting a bit as he stood on his tiptoes, "If you wouldn't mind me excusing myself." Muriel didn't quite seem to get the idea, outright missing the obvious signs right in front of her face, too self absorbed to care. She had to know if it was worth postponing her negotiations. "Surely it can wait til after our discussion." "I very much doubt that." "Come on, I can condense it down to just a few points. It'll be over in a flash. What do you say?" "No can do. I'm under a lot of pressure right now, so to speak." "What's so pressing that it can't wait 5 minutes" Julian racked his brain for a way to word it subtly, in a way she would sympathize. He wasn't too keen to give mention to such a private matter. At least not bluntly. So, he thought of a metaphor. "Err...Let me put it this way...Perhaps this will clue you in to what's the matter. Okay? You listening?" "I'm listening. Go ahead. I'm sure it's a poor excuse. But go ahead." "You see, I'm dealing with what you might consider to be a surplus of 'liquid assets', if you will, of which are in dire need of 'cashing in'." he raised his eyebrow as he slowly explained, "Catch my drift??? I'd quite like to...erm...resolve that. Preferably, straightaway." "Oh. Oh, that! I see...I see...I get it now." she said, somewhat condescendingly, folding her hands, unimpressed by the pretense of his wording. "Why didn't you just say you needed to freshen up?" She would've preferred a more direct approach over the gratuitous monologue he had provided. Sarah thought it was pretty clever, but her patience was higher and her bar was set a lot lower. "Well, is that a yes? Am I excused?" he urgently continued, biting his lip as he raised his index finger, "Cause I could really use the facilities right about now!" "Fine. Go ahead, go ahead. Just make it quick, I'm on a tight schedule. I don't have all day to be waiting." "Completely understandable. Me neither." he said, through shallow breaths, "Waited long enough. Now...enough talking. Where is it?" "Hold on, hold on a minute." Muriel interrupted, reaching for the phone, "Let me page my assistant. She'll show you where to go, one second..." Julian furrowed his brow in frustration, clenching his legs together as he was forced to wait, "I'd like to show her where to go!" he thought, "Straight to hell." He was starting to think that Muriel saw his suffering as a form of entertainment. It was either that or she was simply underestimating the issue at hand, which was probably a bit more likely. Julian thought it leaned more toward the former. Why else would she have made it such a huge production, if not as a personal affront. "Look, that's really not necessary. Seriously, I can manage well enough on my own. You needn't send anyone!" he begged, "Can't I just- I'll be two seconds. Two seconds." "Shh...I'm on the phone!" "Oh, lord have mercy." he remarked, tightly clenching both fists as he exhaled, face scrunched up in laboured concentration, "Please, for love of god, make this quick." Sarah looked on with pity and concern, feeling his pain. It wasn't fair to keep him waiting like this. If he was kept much longer, she was certain he wouldn't make it in time. She could tell by the look on his face. It was taking all of his focus and energy to keep holding it all in. But, somehow he was doing it. Which said a lot about his resolve. "Uh...Camilla, can you come to the front room?" Muriel asked, over the phone, "...Oh, you're busy? Doing what?...Cleaning? Which one, off the front hall?...Well, can you drop that for a minute or two?...Just put a sign out front! I need you to...Yes, I know, I know! D'ya think you could show one of our guests to the restroom?...I dunno! Just take him to a different one...You decide, just get down here, or you'll have wind up having more cleaning to do! Alright? Bye! Sorry about that, you know how it is with the staff. You can never just ask them once." she chuckled. Sarah gave her a dirty look, making it clear how she felt about that snide comment. "Look, this is absurd." Julian reasoned, bouncing on his tiptoes impatiently, sucking air in through clenched teeth, "Incredibly, incredibly absurd! Beyond absurd! You can plainly see I'm in no state for such nonsense. Just point me to the facilities and we'll be done with it!" "Not on your own, you'll just get lost. Just wait two seconds til my assistant gets here. I don't think that's too much to ask." Julian glanced down at his watch, "Then, I hope you have an extra wet floor sign available. We'll be needing it in a minute." "Oh, quit your whining. She's on her way. Hold your horses." Truthfully, Muriel just didn't trust him to roam around her property unattended. Who knows what he could get into unsupervised? "Better start getting that sign ready." he threatened, only half bluffing, "Any second now. Any second. Last chance to accommodate me. Hope this floor is laminate." "Here she is right now...Camilla!" "Yes, Muriel?" An attractive young woman with a bronze complexion and silky black hair poked her head through the archway. "Help him, will you?" she scoffed as if it were an inconvenience, "Unless you want to dig out the mop." "Of course, Muriel." she said, gently, folding her hands, "Come on. Right this way." Sarah gave him a sympathetic look as the employee escorted him down the hall, wishing him the best of luck as he sped off.
"It's good to meet you." she said, earnestly, shaking his hand with great enthusiasm, "Well, formally, anyways..." "Inopportune moment, but my pleasure. You've caught me at a bad time. I'm a bit out of sorts at the moment." By the strain in his voice, it was evident. "I hate to ask this, but...are you quite alright? You seem awfully ill at ease." "That's putting it lightly. All too lightly!" he said, annoyed, quickening his clumsy footsteps, having not an ounce of his usual grace. "What's wrong, might I ask?" "I think it's rather obvious, no? As the saying goes, my back teeth are almost entirely submerged at the moment. So, frankly, I'd appreciate if we could pick up the pace!" His face was bright red, ashamed to admit to it so bluntly to this poor, innocent girl, "Really...could you hurry it up? Took us a 6 hour drive to get down here, nonstop, coupled with ample fluids. So, I'm in great need of some relief, as you can probably imagine." That, too, was putting it lightly. Words couldn't even describe how desperate he truly felt. There likely hadn't been a word invented for it, as no one in their right mind would ever willingly get to this stage. Well, not unless they were part of a niche interest group. "Oh, goodness me! I'm sorry to hear that. That really is a while." said Camilla, "If I were you, I'd be dying to go! That being said, I really ought to get you there faster, shouldn't I? Let's go this way instead. I'm...really not supposed to allow this, but Muriel doesn't need to know. It's rather a bit closer than where she wanted me to send you. Matter of fact, it's the second door down. You can move the sign out of the way, it's not really closed. She wanted me to send you all the way down the furthest end of the house. I think that would've been rather cruel, given your state. Wouldn't make much sense, either. Anyways...go on ahead, I won't hold you up any further." She kindly directed him down the hall and clasped her hands once they reached their destination. "Here it is." she said with a compassionate smile. "Ah, at last!!!" he announced, "Salvation! Excuse me a moment, will you?" He refused to hesitate, hastily pushing past her and kicking down the "Out of Order." floor sign in the process. Typically, he obeyed signs, but as far as he was concerned, this one no longer applied, not if it stood in his way after such a long and arduous wait. As far as he was concerned, it didn't matter in the slightest. Out of Order or not, he was using it anyways. He had nothing to apologize for.
Julian clicked the door shut behind him with his hip and shakily pressed the lock. Now that he was finally alone, he no longer had to maintain a veneer of composure. In that split second of engaging the lock, he set aside all sense of dignity, in favour of helplessly stepping in place with his both of his hands squeezing firmly between his legs. He leaned against the door for a second, taking a few wincing breaths as he collected himself enough to brave those last few agonizing steps. Relief was so remarkably close, right within his periphery. He could see it. The glistening white porcelain was no more than 3 feet away from him, beckoning like the beacon of hope it was, the much-anticipated solution to his urgent predicament. It was just a matter of getting to it, which sounded a lot easier in theory than it did in practice. His bladder wasn't having any of it. Hastily, it wanted to release right then and there, right where he stood, having taken the sight of the toilet as a welcome invitation. It gave a hard spasm, sending a shiver straight through the rest of his body, signalling he had to act fast. With sheer willpower and determination, he shut the urge down, clenching every muscle in his body as he took a deep breath in and willed himself forward those final steps, shuffling quickly across the tile. Now his feet were planted firmly in position, his eyes set straight on the target, but one more thing still stood in his way from winning the battle: He still had to undo his zip. With both hands practically glued to that area, that would not prove to be the simplest of tasks. He'd have to strategize this one. Could he afford to loosen his grip for a second? Would he be able to pull off such a risky maneuver? He supposed he really didn't have any other choice. He removed his hands and practically yanked the thing down, frantically stepping from foot to foot as he pulled himself out, fingers shaking throughout the process, steadying his aim just in the nick of time before a powerful torrent emerged. He gasped in astonishment at the sheer intensity of it, for nothing could have prepared him for such a relentless flow to spring forth so suddenly, let alone at such extreme force. It was unbelievable, seeming to defy the very laws of nature, but it validated his plight nonetheless and made it all worthwhile. He closed his eyes as the relief took hold, 6 hours worth of tension gradually draining away, replaced by a sense of pleasure and satisfaction. It was so pleasurable, in fact, he couldn't refrain from making a sound. "Ahhhhh yes..." He gave a very blatant and victorious sigh of relief, not taking into account he was within earshot of his colleague's assistant. If taken out of context, it would've almost sounded explicit. "Ohhh that's good..." he said to himself. And indeed it was. His eyes were practically rolling back in his head, that's just how good it was. He'd been awaiting it so long. He deserved this. It was a reward for his persistence and steadfastness. He'd made it, he'd actually made it, in spite of all odds. He'd made it by the narrowest of narrow margins. He'd succeeded, once again, when the world was actively working against his favour. The same as he'd done when climbing the career ladder. He'd suffered tremendously along the way, but was ultimately awarded precisely what was owed to him. And it was nothing less than a triumph. The ultimate triumph: over himself, the one obstacle that usually stood in the way of his success. In some small way, he'd proven his competence, even when he thought he was doomed to fail. He enjoyed every second of his reward, savouring in the sweet, sweet relief, down to the last drop. It felt incredible. Absolutely incredible! Magnificent, even. Glorious! Unabashedly exquisite, in every sense of the word, and embodying every single synonym in his sizeable lexicon, of which there were many. He let out one final sigh, staring in a daze up at the ceiling, as his forceful stream finally dwindled. Mentally, he mused about how long it had gone on for. Surely, he'd had to have broken some sort of record. Well, at least a personal record, anyway. How on Earth had he managed to hold this much? It was a commendable feat if ever there was one, even for someone with a bladder his size. He couldn't help but congratulate himself as he tucked himself away and did up his zipper. Julian strode over to the sink to wash his hands, humming an idle tune to himself. Glancing in the mirror, he paused for a moment in self-reverie and reflection, feeling a deep sense of pride and satisfaction course through his veins. He felt like a new man, blessed with a brand new zeal. It was the closest he had ever come to feeling completely content and at ease. His body just felt so indescribly light, still buzzing both with remnants of relief and the intoxication of sweet success. Only, much like any other moment of contentment, it was fleeting. A sobering thought crept its way into his mind and left him with a slightly more sour taste: the thought of just how horribly embarassing this whole ordeal had been. Actually, it hadn't crept in at all, it practically hit him in the face. Julian pinched his brow and cringed, replaying the day's events. True, it could've gone worse...A hell of a lot worse, as a matter of fact, and it very nearly did. But he still couldn't shake that feeling of shame from having been seen in such a compromised state. How did he let it get to that? What was he thinking? In hindsight, he could've easily prevented it if he hadn't been so stubborn and full of hubris. Sarah had been right from the start, and if he had just listened to her to begin with, he would've been spared the embarassment. He couldn't blame her for saying "I told you so." But, seeming as though he'd narrowly avoided what would've been an absolute disaster, he now had the right to say the same. If this didn't prove the extent of his self discipline, then nothing would. Surely, she'd have to respect that. Nevertheless, he fully expected her to tease him mercilessly over this and reference it continuously. All in the name of good fun, of course, she'd never mean to do it maliciously, but...Julian still found it distasteful and insulting. If she truly knew better, she wouldn't mention it at all and simply pretend it never happened. She'd forget all about the moment of weakness she'd witnessed and go right back to respecting him in all of his greatness. Or...so he hoped. Sarah wasn't going to let this one go, not without getting her fair share of entertainment from it.
Later that night, after conducting all of the negotiations that the summit involved, he and his assistant were shown to their guest quarters for the night. Somehow, as they sat talking, the topic turned back to the day's events. "Ah, I'm exhausted." Julian complained, leaning back into the couch with his hands behind his head, "What a day." He hoped that being vague would serve to avoid the discussion entirely, if he gave it just a passing mention, a brief acknowledgement, perhaps that would be the end of the matter. "I'll tell you, the drive over really took it out of me. God, that was unbearable. Really not looking forward to making the trip back. Who'd've thought it'd take so long, eh?" "Yeah, I see what you mean. I'm pretty wiped out myself." said Sarah, with a yawn, "That was kinda boring, wasn't it? Nothing to look at for miles on end..." "Hm." Julian affirmed, "It was agonizing." "I bet." she said, with a knowing smirk. "Felt like ages." he added, "To say the least." Sarah laughed a little. "I'm sure it did. I bet it was ten times worse for you than it was for me, though." Julian saw right through her attempts to direct the conversation where she wanted it to go. He wasn't going to indulge her in that. Instead, he'd play dumb and deflect it until she got the idea that he wasn't keen to mention it. "How do you mean?" he said. "You know what I mean..." she teased, "I warned you that would happen but you just didn't listen. Was I right or was I wrong?" "Fine. I'll admit it, you were right on that. Perhaps I'd've been better off had I heeded some of your wisdom. That really was foolish of me, wasn't it? Yet again I got in over my head. Typical, really. Sorry you had to witness that. That was...truly embarrassing." "It's okay, don't even worry about it. It's all over now. On top of that, everything turned out fine." she consoled him, "And there's no reason to be embarrassed. It happens to everyone." "Well, either way, just promise me we will never speak of it again. Capiche?" "Sure..." she nodded, "Starting tomorrow. Then it's a deal." "No deal. Uh-uh. Not happening. I won't have it, and that's final." "Why not? It's not a big deal! What's the issue?" "Quite frankly, I don't want you teasing me about it all night." he scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I just want you to lighten up, is all, learn to laugh at yourself a little." she folded her hands in front of her and swayed to the side, "I think it would do you some good." Her eyes were warm and sympathetic, full of good intention. "Some other time." he dismissed, "How's that?" "I guess that's fine." She leaned in and affectionately kissed him on the cheek, "Just so you know, I thought the whole thing was kind of cute." "Err...I'm not sure how to respond to that..." he said, awkwardly, "But, to each their own, I suppose. Whatever sets your boat afloat." "I didn't mean that in a weird way." she clarified, "I just can't get over that little dance you did when we got out of the car." His face turned bright red, "What dance?!?" "Oh you know, a full blown Irish jig." she teased, doing her best imitation. "I-I don't recall having done that. Never in my life." he stammered in embarrassment. Nobody was supposed to have seen that! "For the record, it was really well choreographed." she said, "I gotta compliment you on it. How did you do that thing with your legs?" Suddenly there was a knock at the door, probably a staff person with their luggage. Julian sighed as he got up to answer it. "Perfect timing." he thought, "Get me out of this conversation."
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So, yeah, I hope you guys liked my first attempt at posting fiction. If you want to see more of this, feel free to let me know. It took a lot for me to post this, as I have never shared any of my work before. And while I admit it may not be everyone's cup of tea, I found it very entertaining to work on this and hope it was just as entertaining to read. There's a lack of character focused, dialogue-centric stories on this site, and I'm hoping to help fill in that gap, a little at a time.
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(This is another installment from my backlog of omo stories featuring my OCs. This one, in my opinion, is much better written than the first. These are in no particular order by the way, so don't expect a ton of continuity. These are literally just written as a series of oneshots as the ideas come to me. This one involves the 2 main characters going out for the evening to see a show, and although he isn't part of the performance, Julian experiences some "stage fright" of his own.)
Dressed to the nines, Julian put on the final two pieces of his ensemble, a pair of white gloves, reminiscent of a butler's, and a classic top hat. Both complimented his elegant attire. All of this called into question precisely what the occasion was that warranted such a manner of dress. The occasion in question was none other than a trip to the opera. And Julian wasn't the only one who was meticulously groomed. Sarah, too, was in her finest. The same velvet dress she wore to the jazz show and the same long gloves and pearls. All she was missing was a cigarette holder. "My, my, don't you clean up nicely?" Julian enthused, "Are we itching to leave? Have we gotten all our things together?" "Just barely." said Sarah, "All that fits in this little bag are my keys." "I hope you have room for your set of binoculars." "Binoculars? Couldn't we afford better seats?" "No, no, no, you've got this all wrong. We're in a balcony seat! Prime real estate in an opera house. That's where you get the best view." "Yeah, when you zoom in." she teased, "Why'd you have to choose the very last row?" "Ah...you see, I couldn't allow anyone to sit behind me. If we can learn anything from the 19th century, it's better that someone of my status take caution when at the theatre." he said, tipping his hat for effect. "Good point. Don't wanna take any chances." Sarah laughed and they headed out the door.
"Let's see here...Row C Seats 5 and 6. Row C...Row C..." "Right up there." Sarah pointed. "Beautiful." said Julian, jogging up the steps to the balcony. "Those ones...in the middle." "Marvelous! View's even better than I'd anticipated." Julian rubbed his hands together and settled into his seat. "Ooh, programs." said Sarah. "Let me see that." Julian examined his carefully, donning his reading glasses to do so and scratching his chin. He pursed his lips thoughtfully, although he didn't recognize any of the performers' names nor very much care to read them. He hadn't ever actually been to the opera, and had only decided to do so for the sake of showmanship and cultivating his image as cultured, cosmopolitan and continental. Not only would it serve to impress Sarah, as if she needed any woo-ing at this point, but it would make him look very impressive in the eyes of the press if they caught wind of his attendance. He had to pretend he gave a damn about the arts. "Do these things usually have an intermission?" Sarah asked. "Err...they must, surely. These shows can last up to...err...4 hours, I think. There's got to be a halfway point." "I don't see one listed." "Well, it's all in Italian, Sarah. I'm no Rosetta Stone, but I reckon it's in here somewhere." "I'll take your word for it, but I'm still gonna take it easy on the wine." "That's fair. This isn't something you want to miss a moment of." "You think I'll enjoy it?" "Sure...if you can tolerate unintelligible screeching and needless melodrama." "You know what? I think I will like this, then. Sounds like a regular day at the headquarters. I can tolerate it." "Very funny, Sarah." he said, "Look, they're pulling the curtains back! Think it's about to start. Look, there's a guy on stage!" "That's the tech guy." she said. "Is it?" he asked, peering with his binoculars, "Oh, you may be right. He's in awfully modern attire for a period piece. But...wait a second...who's the other guy? Explain that." "I think he's the opening act." said Sarah, half joking. Only, Julian took this as fact, not knowing any better to disprove it. "Ah, yes, quite. I'm sure he is. Good eye." "Are there really opening acts for these things?" she asked. "Err...well, sometimes. Depends muchly on the show." he said, off-handedly, "Occasionally, they'll have something or other. Lot like a talent show. They might have someone spin plates or breathe fire or something like that." "Sounds a lot like the circus." she said. "It's said the two are almost indistinguishable." he said, "But the lines are drawn at who the attendees are...and at the quality of the concessions." "Darn. I could've gone for some fried dough." she said. "They might have eclairs." he said, "That's close enough, isn't it?" "Just kidding." "Well, whilst we wait for them to get on with the show, I think I shall take an impromptu intermission of my own." he announced, "Excuse me." Julian stood from his seat and turned toward the aisle. Just then, the others in their box started filing in and settling in their seats, effectively closing in the row from both sides, blocking off an already tight footpath. Sarah raised her brow and glanced up at him. Meanwhile, the snooty attendees tutted and stared. "Err...never mind that, I'll...reconsider." Julian sat back down, "That's fine, too. Right...suppose I'll go without an intermission." And within minutes, the lights dimmed and the show began.
It wasn't long before the waiter came round to take drink orders. Sarah ordered a glass of chardonnay, and Julian, in spite of missing out on a chance to visit the gent's, proceeded with ordering a classic martini. Not his typical order, but it was fitting for the occasion. He sipped it heartily throughout the first act and ordered a second on the waiter's second rounds, along with a cold water to wash it down with. Then, he begun losing focus...in more ways than one. Not only was he a tad tipsy, but he started glancing toward the aisles, eager to excuse himself from his seat. None of the people were budging. Their eyes were glued to the stage. Cutting in front of them was anything but advisable. If anything, it'd be highly inappropriate to do so, especially in the climax of the second act. But, Julian was getting restless, and a bit antsy. He could feel the influx of fluid working its way through his system, and with it, a certain degree of urgency. Though, being under the influence served to soften it a bit. It numbed the sensation. But, nonetheless, it nagged him, and made it difficult to take in the scene. While he wasn't anywhere near his limit, it was indeed a frustrating scenario. At least he could take solace in the eventual intermission that would come after the act concluded, knowing this let him breathe a sigh of relief. Soon the seats would empty out to clear a path for him and all would be good. However...as the second act ended...and the third act began...it became evident that there would be no such chance for relief. Julian started shaking his leg, as he often did when under even the slightest degree of discomfort. Perceptively, Sarah caught on. "You okay?" she asked. "Fine...I just...I could use the facilities." he whispered, biting his nail, "Be nice if they'd let me." "Seriously." she affirmed, "Me too, but I don't wanna get up and annoy anybody." "At least it's not just me." he said. "Are you alright, though?" "Err...I will be, I will be. So long as they let us go soon." "What if we have to wait til the end?" she asked. "That's pushing it." he said. As the show progressed through the third act, Julian was reaching his breaking point. The music was lost on him, and now nothing more than a nuisance. He spent much of the act contorting his legs in various directions and continually shifting positions, rocking slightly in his seat. Sarah, too, wasn't her best. She decided to tap the shoulder of the person to her right. "Excuse me?" The older woman scowled at her for interrupting. "Can we just sneak by you real quick?" "I'd prefer if you didn't." she said, snootily, "This is an important scene. I really wouldn't appreciate you blocking my view. If I were you, I'd stay in your seat. Wait til the end like the rest of us." "Well?" Julian whispered. "She won't let us out. Try your side." "Pardon me, good sir. My colleague and I would like to be excused. If you wouldn't mind getting up for a quick second-" "Actually, I do mind. I'm trying to watch the performance." The man said. "I understand that. But, the both of us really need to get by." "Tough." the man crossed his arms, "I'm not moving. Don't you know it's disrespectful to walk out mid-performance? Have you never heard of being courteous? There are some of us that actually want to see this." Julian just scoffed back. "Any luck?" Sarah asked. "None. He won't budge. Matter of fact, he was quite rude about it." "So, what are we gonna do?" "All we can do...Wait." "You know it's gonna be super busy when the show lets out, there's gonna be a line." she said, voicing her concern. "Shouldn't be surprising, Sarah. Isn't there always a queue for the Ladies?" he said. "In general." she specified, shrugging her shoulders. "We'll have to see how bad it is." he said, squeezing his legs together and grinding his teeth, "I'd rather stand in a queue than skip it altogether. I'll tell you that much. Don't think I'll make it otherwise. Now, if these people would just clear a path, for heaven's sake, that wouldn't be an issue. But it's swiftly becoming one." "How much longer do you think it's gonna be? We've got to be close to the end!" "I dunno, I dunno. But, my word, it had better be soon." "You're telling me." she said. But the show carried on. And on...and on. Julian had his eyes closed tightly in concentration, biting his lip and making an array of pained expressions. Sweat started dripping down his forehead as he squirmed and shook his legs. Sarah, meanwhile, was breathing heavily and had taken off her shoe to sit on her heel. Neither could pay any mind to the stage, and were more concerned with checking the clocks. This had to end soon. After all, it had been going on for well over 3 and a half hours. How much longer could it be? "This is getting ridiculous." said Julian, "If these people don't let us past, we're climbing over them. I can't take this much longer. I'm literally about to bust. I-I've had enough!" He tapped the man's shoulder again and stood up. "Right, time to move! I've got to go. Step aside. Move it, buddy, it's about time you let us past." "I won't have you stepping in front of me and my party." "Very well, I shall step over you, then. You've left me no choice." The man stuck out his legs to make it more difficult. "Good luck." he said, leaning back and folding his arms. "Have you no idea who we are? This is uncalled for. I could press charges for you obstructing me. This is a public disservice to the both of us." "Oh, I know who you are, alright. I'm a journalist, Mr. Chancellor. Here to review the show." he flashed his 'Press' badge. "But, don't think I don't know your reputation. This really isn't going to help your case any. This really reveals who you truly are. Nothing but an inconsiderate nuisance. I should've known you were this impolite." The journalist scribbled a note on a piece of paper. "I have every excuse." he defended, pacing on the spot, "Now, please, I have business to attend to and my assistant does as well, so stop getting in our way. We'll answer any questions you want when we get back, just give us a chance to sort ourselves out. I don't think that's unreasonable." "Go ahead." the man shrugged, not moving from his spot. Julian followed through on his word and took an awkward step over the man's legs, holding Sarah's hand to help her get past. "Come on, Sarah. Up and over, up and over. We don't have to stand for this. Come on." Once in the aisle, Julian paced in place a bit more, face scrunching up as he fought off a wave of urgency. "Ooh..." he took a breath, "Let's get this taken care of. Fast." Carefully, he tiptoed up the steps to the main hallway of the centre. "Let's go, let's go." he voiced. At the top of the steps, Sarah shifted her weight from hip to hip, also standing on tiptoes, waiting to be shown directions. "Come on, just round the corner." "You mean over there?" she asked, concerned, "Is that...Are those the lines?" Julian took notice and bristled, "Apparently." "That's all the way back to the concession stand." Sarah pointed out. "Apparently." he said again, with a pout, falling into the queue, "Sure it'll move fast. Ideally, it will." He rocked back and forth on his heels, hands in his pockets, standing stiffly upright. In case anyone else from the press were here, he had to remain at least a little composed. "You wouldn't rather just go home?" Sarah asked, "This could take a half an hour." "I haven't got that luxury. It's this or nothing." he said, strained, "It is moving...Not near as quick as I'd like, but it is. I'd recommend you get in a queue as well. Before the theatre lets out. I'll wait for you, Sarah, I will, just-" he winced, "-hang tight. Soon as I'm finished, I'll wait with you. How's that?" "That's fine. I just don't know how I'm gonna get this dress off. It's so tight and I can't reach the back." "I don't know what to tell you, Sarah, just ask one of the ladies to help you. I have my own concerns at the moment. Greater than yours. Can't be in a state if the press are present." Just then, the doors opened up and the crowd started pouring out. "Go, get in the queue, meet you back in the lobby." Behind him, the journalist from earlier stepped into line. "Excuse me." He tapped his shoulder and cut in front of him. "Hey, what do you think you're doing? Jumping the queue? It's there for a reason. It's first come, first serve. And I'm serving myself first!" Julian lectured. "You cut in front of me. I think it's only fair." said the journalist, smugly. "Absolutely is not. What gives you the right?" "Cause I felt like it. What are you gonna do, Chancellor? Press charges against me?" "If I were you, I'd wipe that smirk off your face." said Julian, pointing mere inches from the man's chin, "I'm in no mood to argue." "Sure seems like you are." said the journalist, whipping out his notepad, "Care to tell me more?" "You're not interviewing me. This is not the time nor place. Can't you see I'm preoccupied?" he said, "Look, maybe once I've addressed the matter at hand, I'll oblige, but not now." Julian drew the line and continued bouncing in place, "Not now." "Wow, Chancellor, I never realized up until now just how human you are. Do you see what I'm saying? You're no better than the rest of us." "Believe it or not, I do have physical needs. Be nice if you took that into account and let me attend to them accordingly instead of interfering." he said, "I think you made it a point to go ahead of me. Just for the mild inconvenience it would cause. Outstanding, that is. Remarkable. Oh so clever. They should've dedicated a standing ovation. Well done." "It's hard to take you seriously when you're dancing around like that." The man said, turning around to point it out, then facing back to the front. Julian's face turned red. "Understandable." he said, "I suppose that's justified." He gave a deep sigh and tallied up the queue. There were maybe 5 or 6 guys ahead of him. He couldn't help but scoff and roll his eyes at the ones exiting, seemingly rubbing in their contentedness. This was quite humbling, to be made to stand in a queue with ordinary people, to do something inescapably universal. Something about it cut him down to that level, that of an ordinary person. What the journalist said was right. At the end of the day, he was just about as human as they were. But, damn, if it wasn't embarrassing, to be at the mercy of needing to fulfill basic physiological functions. So inopportune. And so public! Oh, it was humiliating, to have to stand in this line with all the rest of the men. It's like there was nothing special about him. The facade of dignity had been tarnished by his needing to do something less than dignified. And worse yet, he couldn't avoid how public it was. There was little privacy here. No means of maintaining any sense of mystery. It was quite a compromising position to be in, and that was never good. Julian hated letting his guard down, in any capacity and this was no different. Standing here in anticipation of that, he was beginning to psych himself out. Seemingly more precedent than the pressure he felt from within, he felt a great deal of pressure imposed on him by this scenario. Maybe it was the length of the queue, or the limited space the men's room occupied, or the fact there was a journalist in front of him, but it instilled a sense of unease. He couldn't possibly let his guard down in that setting. He couldn't possibly relax enough to do what he needed to. Not with all these people around. He hoped that perhaps the urgency of the matter would enable him, as it had done on numerous occasions, but he hadn't always been that lucky. It was quite possible his mind would override his body and cause him to clench up at the worst possible of moments. It's happened before. And, come to think of it, it had been happening more frequently in recent months, much to his frustration. A fact which he attributed to an incident that had taken place around 6 months ago: his first ever run-in with an attempted assailant, who just so happened to have ambushed him in a public restroom. And while he wasn't expecting anyone to hold a barrel to his head this time, he surely felt the same emotion. The same vulnerability, the same level of pressure, the same fear. The fear was illogical, but nonetheless present, and went beyond the typical stage fright. A part of him was glad the journalist had cut in front of him, perhaps he would be in and out by the time it was his turn. Or, in the worst case scenario, he'd have to stand directly beside him. Only 3 more people ahead of him. Julian felt his anxiety start to grow. Would he suffer stage fright or be able to perform? The outlook didn't seem very promising. He could feel himself beginning to lock up already. He didn't suspect he'd be able to let go. Although, he badly needed to. This only raised the stakes. And to make matters worse, he was standing mere meters from people doing it effortlessly, effectively rubbing it in even further. He could remember a time when it had been that easy, a much simpler time, where he could go whenever and wherever the need arose. It was an ability he'd taken for granted, something he didn't even recognize as an ability until the anxiety became crippling. He never realized how bad he'd let it become. In a matter of months, it had gone from occasional stage fright, perhaps 1 in 20 instances, to now 1 in 5. Avoiding the situation had built it up in his mind and made it all the more daunting a task to embark upon, rather than a routine and matter-of-fact experience. It was beginning to place limits on his outings: where he could go and for how long. If it got any worse, if he couldn't nip it in the bud, it would surely start making an impact on his career performance. His job didn't allow him to plan around these things. He had to use whatever facilities were available, much of the time. He didn't have much of a say. Especially not in some of the remote places he had to travel to. Privacy was a luxury and not a given. Therefore, he couldn't be entitled to it. He had to get past this, before it became any more severe. His heart rate quickened as he noticed how close it was to his turn. Being so close seemed to make his need even worse, as well. He paced in place, clenching his fists and breathing heavily. Seeing and hearing the relief of others only served to make him crave the same. Only, unlike them, he wasn't certain he could get it. Then, all of a sudden, two spots at the urinals opened up, closely adjacent to one another. The journalist gave him a look of acknowledgement, then stepped forward, expecting him to follow suit. Cause, after all, why wouldn't he? It was blatantly obvious he needed it as soon as possible. It would've made no sense to wait for the next one. And highly emasculating to have chosen the cubicle instead. So, Julian took a deep breath, stepped up, and unzipped, putting on the facade of confidence and nonchalance, though he was shaking inside. He could do this, all he had to do was try and relax. He closed his eyes, let his shoulders drop, and gave a preliminary sigh, hoping the illusion of serenity would give way to a stream. But, as he was acutely aware of the pressure of the situation, it didn't come all that easily. Rather than turning on a faucet, it was more like coordinating the locks in a canal. He had to find the right combination to enable the flow. He had to wait for it come, for it all to line up and allow him to release. He could feel the tell-tale tingling sensation at his tip unfairly wavering whenever he went to act upon it, getting so close and fading away, frustratingly, receding back from whence it came. He had to concentrate on latching onto the fleeting impulse before it escaped him, to take it and run with it without his anxiety putting a cork in it. And, after about 18 seconds, he had it, finally. He managed to relax just enough to coax some out, though it took all of his mental effort to keep the pitiful trickle from suddenly stopping. It was anything but the easy task it used to be, but it was something at the very least, even if painfully meager. So long as he could maintain it, he could fully drain himself, which was about all he could ask for. But, just as he'd gotten properly started, just as some of the pressure began to ease, the journalist started asking him questions, which cut things off entirely. "Chancellor...would you be open to an interview?" "Tonight?" he asked in concern. "Since you're available." "No can do." he said, "Not tonight." "How come? You said you'd take a moment to answer some of my questions." The journalist stepped aside and stood at the other side of the partition to continue talking to the official. "I haven't got time." he muttered, "I'll explain further in a minute. Quite clearly, I'm busy right now." "That's alright. I can wait for you." said the journalist, standing intrusively with his arm over the partition. "I'd rather you didn't, please." "You want your privacy. Gotcha. That makes sense. Meet you outside." Julian flashed a false smile then went back to focusing on the task at hand. Only, now, he'd lost his opportunity. People were waiting and would most likely judge him if he took any longer. Anything longer than a minute or so was excessive at best, or questionable at worst. How pathetic would it be if people knew he had stage fright? He simply had to pretend he had gone, pretend to be relieved. Unfortunately this included having to go to the sink and run his hands under the water whilst he washed his hands, which certainly did him no favors. He left, unsatisfied, and worse off than he started. Now he had to deal with the journalist. "Ready for our chat, Chancellor?" "One second, just...let me find my assistant and run it by her. One second." Sarah was at the center of the queue to the Ladies'. "There you are." she said, "Feel better?" "Eh...not quite. Not exactly. I'll explain to you later. We have to get out of here. That journalist is still up my behind! Now he wants an interview." "You said you'd give him one." she reasoned. "That was before all of this transpired." he said, gesturing vaguely. He leaned in to explain what was going on, "I'm having a problem. I-I err... couldn't...accomplish what I set out to. I had a bit of stage fright. I-I need to find somewhere else to go. Someplace more secluded. Apart from the crowds. We need to get home." he whispered, "ASAP." "You mean you didn't-?" "No! That's what I'm trying to explain to you!" "Okay, okay, relax." Sarah held out her palm, "We can leave." "Oh, good. Thank heavens. Let's go. Come on." "Mind waiting 5 minutes?" she asked, "I'll be quick, I'll be quick." "Fine, fine." said Julian, "Here, let me help you with your dress. I'll start the zip. Just try to be in and out before the press comes looking for me, yeah?" Julian stepped off to the side and scrolled through his messages, all the while unable to keep still. He was really getting irritated now. And frustrated with himself. If not for the episode of stage fright, he'd've been fine. The job would've been done and he'd've been on his merry way. But, instead, he was stuck having to sit with an uncomfortable fullness he couldn't be rid of until the environment promoted his ability to relieve it. It was such nonsense! Truly. How did some people live like this? Was it too much to ask to be able to have a piss? It shouldn't be this hard. But his irrational performance anxiety and lingering PTSD had made it that way, turned a simple routine task into an impossible feat. And there was nothing more frustrating than needing something quite badly and having it right in front of you, but being unable to seize it. "Oh, come on, Sarah, hurry up." he thought, "Just because it's easy for you..." Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the grey hair and blue suit of the man he'd promised an interview. Only, this time he had a clipboard in his arm and a messenger bag full of who knows what. He was searching for him. Julian tried to conceal himself from view, ducking behind the closest corner, an evasive maneuver he knew quite well. He typed a note into his phone's memo pad: "Note to self: invest in secret service." If he'd had a bodyguard present, he could keep these pesky press folks at a fair distance. Coincidentally, the venue's directory was on the adjacent wall, perfect for planning a swift exit. There was a side exit down an underused stairwell that led directly to the parking garage. It wasn't clear if it was open to the public, but it was better than taking the main set of stairs with the rest of the crowd. He idly scratched his head as he examined the map, until someone tapped his shoulder and he jumped 10 figurative feet in the air. "Agh!" he shouted, turning his head round to see who it was. "Don't be scared, it's just me." said Sarah, in her soothing familiar voice, switching to stroking his shoulder to calm him. "Don't do that! Don't sneak up behind me. I told you that already." Julian snapped, "Do you realize the damage that could've caused? These trousers are dry clean only!" "Sorry, sorry. Anyway, you wanna go?" "Not down the main stairs. The side exit." he pointed, "Now, I'm warning you, I can't walk very fast." Every few steps he would close his eyes and wince. His walk was indeed rather awkward. Somehow, they were able to avoid the journalist and reach the parking garage without much ado. Soon they were in the comfortable confines of the car. Julian sighed and took a moment to collect himself before attempting to drive, grabbing himself and squirming in the seat. "I'll just about make it home." he said, reaching now for the gear shaft, "Provided we don't hit any traffic." Sarah was a little confused: If he needed to go so badly, why didn't he manage to when he had the chance? It didn't add up. What had stopped him? "Do you always get stage fright?" she asked. Julian blushed as it was quite a personal question to ask. She didn't need to know of such a private trouble. But perhaps if he explained, she would understand. "Never used to." he said, "It's...err...a rather recent development. Nonetheless distressing. It's becoming more frequent. Used to be only every once in a while, but now it's starting to be a nuisance. I know it may sound a bit laughable, but...I really can't do it with people watching me. It's no laughing matter. It's not a joke." he said, "I looked it up, it's a real condition. Paruresis, they call it. Real, geniune medical condition." "Well, if it's a condition, how do you treat it?" she asked. "Unfortunately, it's exposure therapy. You have to...err...let people watch you. And to that I say, no way in hell. Can't think of anything more debasing. I'd rather just avoid it like I have been doing." "Wait a second...is this why we've been rushing home so much lately?" "I don't know what you mean." "We'll be out for a while then all of a sudden you tell me it's time to leave and when we get home you head straight to the en-suite." "I thought you wouldn't notice that." he sighed, "But...what can I say, that situation with the attacker took its toll on me. That man came up behind me before I could even get my zipper up. I was vulnerable. Go through that kind of trauma and you would want to avoid that, too." "You know that's not gonna happen again. Nobody's gonna attack you. They just want to do their business and get out, same as you." "Doesn't matter. I still...lock up. It's indiscriminate. Unless I feel totally at ease, I can barely manage to pass even so much as a drop." "Did you try thinking of-" "Yes, Sarah, I did. Believe me. All that and then some. Every water fixture you can think of. Makes no difference. Just makes it all the more frustrating. Now, can we please stop talking about it? Placing all this focus on it doesn't help. It might just impede matters. If I feel any type of pressure, I-I'll find it impossible. So don't make a big deal of it. Best we stop discussing it altogether." "Well, other than that little...setback, what did you think of the show?" "Boring. Incredibly boring. No way around it. I don't see what the appeal is. Never again." "Oh, thank god. I hated it. I just didn't want to say anything and sound unsophisticated." "Went over my head as well, and that fat woman's voice went straight through me. I still don't quite understand why she was wearing a helmet with horns on it, let alone what purpose it served. Not to mention, I don't speak a lick of Italian, so it was all complete jibberish to me." "Glad we can agree." said Sarah.
20 minutes later, they pulled down the driveway to the headquarters. The automatic wrought iron gates closed behind the vehicle as it passed over the sensor in the pavement. Shortly after pulling into the garage, without hesitation, Julian grabbed the keys and slammed the door behind him, taking off in a half-sprint. "Right, I'm off. You know precisely where I'm headed. Next time you see me, I shall be very refreshed." "Wait, I'm coming with you." said Sarah. "What? Why?" "Exposure therapy." she said, "You trust me. Why don't you just try it? It might help you." "Can't you pick a better time? I've got to go, pronto! I can't have you disrupting the process." "So you do know some Italian." Sarah joked. "Not funny. I'm not in a joking mood. And you're not coming in with me, I won't have it! I'm locking the door, turning on the soundproofing fan, and...so on and so forth, et cetera, et cetera. End of bloody subject. Now, please, I'm begging you, get out of the way and stop further delaying me." "How about I stand outside the door?" she wagered. "Fine." he conceded, just wanting to move things along, "But no less than 5 and a half feet from it. No pressing your ear up." "Okay, deal." she said. Doubled over with his posture fully stiffened, Julian turned the door handle and in a split second locked himself inside the water closet, flipping on the light and the noise-cancelling fan. He could see the shadow of Sarah's feet from the bottom of the door, and thus was acutely aware of her proximity. Though she was indeed the agreed distance apart, she might as well have been right there watching him. Knowing she was out there, waiting and anticipating, stressed him out and placed an inordinate amount of pressure on him. Meanwhile, the pressure down below was reaching a peak. So tight, so bloated, so swollen, so desperate for relief. It felt like his lower regions could split open. But yet, as he stood there, staring downward at the clean porcelain, nothing was happening, nothing whatsoever, not even a drop. His body was giving no signals, as if it had given up on a willful release. He feared it impossible at this point, that he would have to admit himself into the emergency room and have a catheter inserted. That didn't seem too farfetched, given the magnitude. There was clearly something wrong with his body, if even now, when the circumstances were more than appropriate, it still didn't comply. Julian tried a bit of everything: from closing his eyes and using visual techniques, to counting back from 100, to firmly pressing below his navel, and none of it worked. The last one only caused him more pain. He even went so far as to try a seated position, which also proved ineffective. With each attempt, his anxiety surrounding it worsened tenfold. He didn't understand this. Before he had a reason to freeze up, but now? Now? In his own home? Someplace completely acceptable? Perhaps the problem was not the environment after all, it was within his own mind. He'd created a self-fulfilling prophecy, for the worst case scenario to come true. He'd made it impossible for himself, purely through incessant worry and preoccupation. But surely there had to be a limit, right? Eventually it would start happening on its own, right? That's usually how this worked. Eventually it would happen whether he had a say in it or not, which typically seemed a horrible notion, only now he could only wish it would. It almost seemed the only way, save for the even less desirable trip to the medical center. Having stood outside for nearly 15 minutes, Sarah knocked at the door. "Hey, you okay?" Julian shuffled over and unlocked it, looking extremely disheveled and truly exhausted, eyes beginning to tear up from the level of pain his need was causing him. He almost couldn't speak. He had a lump in his throat. "Nowhere near it." he said, weakly. Sarah pouted in sympathy, "Still no?" Julian shook his head, "No dice." he said, "If anything, I'm even worse now than I had been. No matter what I do, it's just not coming! I don't know how that's even remotely possible! I don't know what to do! You've got to help me! I'm serious! I think there's something seriously wrong with me. My bladder's not working properly. It's not doing what it's supposed to. What if I broke it?! What if I- What if it stays like this?" He begun to hyperventilate, catastrophizing the situation to an absurd degree. The panic this was causing was counter-intuitive to what he really needed, which was to relax, "If it doesn't let up, it's only a matter of time before I start drowning from the inside!" "Breathe, Julian. Breathe. Relax." said Sarah, lowering her palm at the rate he ought to be breathing, "You know that's not gonna happen. You just have to stay calm and nature will do the rest. If you want, I'll walk away. I'll go to the complete other side of the house. I'll even sit in the car if you want me to. Whatever's gonna help. If you need total privacy, you got it. Forget I ever tried to do the exposure stuff. You obviously weren't ready. It probably just made things worse, and I'm sorry. What do you want me to do? What's gonna help you?" "I'm willing to try anything." he said, desperately, "And I mean anything. This hurts more than you can believe. I'm in actual pain. I mean, look at this, Sarah, does this look pleasant to you?" Julian lifted up his shirt to showcase his pelvic region. It looked like he had a small water balloon sitting under his skin: taut and firm and swelling as it bulged over his waistband. Sarah winced at the sight, imagining just how it might feel to be holding back as much as he evidently was. "Ooh...ouch." she said. "Ouch indeed." he said, "Ouch doesn't cut it. I need to finally put an end to this. One way or another." "This might sound crazy-" said Sarah, "But...maybe you should have a glass of water." "That's not just crazy, that's insane! Why make it any worse?" "You can only hold so much! It might just speed things up." she rationalized. "Or, I could rupture something. Bad idea." he said, "What else have you got?" "You could get in the shower. Or...try doing the dishes, that always works on me." she suggested, "Or...you know...I could try to help you relax." "What would that involve?" he asked, eyes narrowing in slight suspicion. "Hear me out: We'll go in together, we'll run the faucet and I can give you a little massage to loosen you up. Do you wanna try that?" "I'll try anything!" "Here, I'll put the sink on." said Sarah, "Do you want it on low or high?" "Go with medium." said Julian, "Enough to inspire me, but not too much to compete with." The sound grated against his ears for it was really the last thing he wanted to hear. He knew it was meant to remind him of something, but when he couldn't do said something it was all the more irritating. "There. Really listen to that. Focus on it. Picture it in your mind." she said. "You really think this'll help?" "Shh...Just...listen for a few seconds." Sarah went quiet to allow the sound to sink in. Julian just nodded and did as obliged, closing his eyes tightly and concentrating on it. "Are you inspired yet? Does it help?" "I certainly hear it." he said, oddly having no luck. It did little more than frustrate him. "Then, why don't you look at it, try that! I'll turn it down. You can watch it instead." Sarah found the sweet spot to where it resembled exactly what it was meant to evoke. "There we go, look at that. That should work." she said, pointing out the running faucet, "That's gonna be you in a minute." she teased. Julian felt a bit patronized by her means of helping. It was all a bit too childish and cliche for his liking, and was the exact same tactic his mother had used on him as a toddler. "I doubt it." he said, "Like something so blatantly obvious is going to work! As if I'm going to be susceptible." He had to admit, it did tempt him, though it did little to ease his tension. In fact, it made him even more tense. And urgent, too, causing him to step from foot to foot. But yet, nothing transpired, apart from strain. "I dunno, you might be. Just go with the flow, see what happens." "A pun, Sarah, really? That's all you have to offer?" "Well, maybe if the water doesn't do it, then maybe certain words might. You're more of an auditory person anyways, right?" "Generally speaking." "Then how about this...I have a couple of suggestions that might get you going. Wanna hear them?" "I'll do anything..." he breathed, holding a hand to his distended abdomen, "Anything that might put an end to this." She looked over him with pity and concern, hoping to do him a favor and ease his pain. "Okay...this might sound silly, but hear me out." she disclosed, "Think of a nice big fountain..." Julian made a face, his features scrunching up in distaste, confirming that he had indeed thought of it. "Or...a majestic waterfall." Sarah continued. Julian grew visibly tenser, maybe that was a good sign, maybe he would release soon. From the looks of things, he was begging to, there was no way he could keep it in much longer. Surely, this would urge him to finally let go. Sarah decided to embellish a bit more: "Picture it cascading over the mountainside into a huge river and flowing out into the sea." "Sarah, that's enough. It's not helping. All it's doing is making me jealous. Can we try something else?" "Like what? What do you think might help you?" "How about that massage you promised me? Let's try that." "You got it." She stood behind him and first eased the tension in his shoulders, encouraging him to take some deep breaths. "What do you think? Can you let go now? It's just you and me. In our house. There's nothing to be embarrassed of. Just let it happen. I won't judge you." she said, attempting to soothe him. That seemed to help a bit. Julian felt a bit more comfortable. Oddly enough, more comfortable now with Sarah here beside him than he did in private when he had to struggle with this alone. He let out a small sigh. Sarah continued, her arms now wrapping supportively around his shoulders, encasing him in a warm embrace. "Whenever you're ready, my guy, there's no rush. As long as it takes, I'm here. Don't even worry. Just...close your eyes and relax. I promise you it'll work. You can't wait forever. It's gonna come." Her hands wandered down toward the small bump below his belly button, trailing her fingertips around it in the hopes it would help to stimulate the process. Julian winced at her slight touch. That's just how sensitive it was. "Does that hurt?" Sarah asked, pulling back. "A bit, yes! It is my bladder, after all. What are you doing?!" "I wanted to massage it." she said, "Might make you feel better. I'll be gentle, see? I'm not gonna press hard. Not unless you want me to." She rubbed the sensitive area in small circles, careful not to apply too much pressure. It was remarkable how taut the skin felt. The organ beneath it was truly over-saturated and over strained. Perhaps loosening the muscles around it would coax it to empty. She ran her hands along his sides and over his abdomen in the hopes it would assist, gently using her palm to push ever so slightly inward. Julian let out an unexpected whimper, clenching his teeth from the acute sensation. Only, her prodding caused something else unexpected, as well, something which he'd long been awaiting: it caused him to let go a little. He gasped, eyes widening at the suddenness of it all. What was this, a miracle? He actually did it. Her squeezing seemed to do the trick, albeit inadvertently. It left him with no choice other than to urinate for a second or two. Were this not the objective, he'd've profusely apologized. His face deeply reddened. "That's it...There you go." said Sarah, gently, so as to not cause him any undue shame, "Just let it out, let all of it out. It's okay. You don't have to fight it." "Wait a minute? You're not...bothered? Standing right behind me if I-?" "Would I still be standing here?" she replied, rhetorically. He turned his head around to acknowledge her, and to scan for any signs of the contrary written on her face, of which he found none. She was telling the truth. It reassured him. "It's okay. I want you to go." she whispered. A wave of calm set over him, a shiver rang throughout his body, a systemic relaxation took hold. Something finally clicked. He finally felt himself able, the heavy burning tension giving way to an irresistibly promising reflex, one that seemed easier to give into than it was to ignore. He took a small breath, intense in focus, and as soon as he exhaled, a small stream finally managed to pour forth, much to his surprise. The floodgates hadn't fully opened, but he would take what he could get. Even if it was painfully slow, at least it was steady and ongoing. "There you go...Just relax." Sarah continued to coax him along, pushing lightly on his tummy and kneading her fingers along his sides, continuing to hold him in her warm embrace. She didn't speak much, so as not to freeze him up. She found that when she pressed just a tiny bit harder, it helped to increase his flow. A part of her found this a bit of a turn on, one she didn't know she had, to be having a hand in something so intimate, to assist in relieving her partner. And when he tilted his head back and let out a pleasurable sigh, it was hard not to see the sexual parallels, "Ahhhh..." Julian felt an intense euphoria from the release, shivers overtaking his body as he begun to let go completely, "My word, that's better. Soooo much better. Ahh, so good..." He brushed her hand aside, he didn't need her coaxing anymore. Sarah offered help to guide his aim, instead, tentatively reaching toward her partner's most intimate appendage, "May I?" Not only was this a tad bit exciting for her, it would allow him to close his eyes and fully savor his relief. To her surprise, he allowed her to proceed. She stepped up closely behind him and held steadily over his grip, for he still insisted on maintaining some semblance of control, as was to be expected. He gave a long sigh, a contented smile forming on his face as he closed his eyes, dazed by the intensity of the relief. He couldn't help it. It felt incredible to finally let it all go. And he just kept going, full force, for the longest time. His cheeks reddened a bit, slightly self-conscious of this. But he knew Sarah wouldn't comment on it. She showed no signs of embarrassment or disgust, just pure acceptance. Rather than the nerve-wracking and humiliating experience he assumed it would be to do this in her company, it was actually rather reassuring and indeed very intimate. Through this, he learned the problem didn't lie in who was and wasn't in the room nor how much privacy he had, but in his own insecurity and fear of vulnerability. With Sarah, he could do the impossible: let his guard down. Entirely. Open up and trust. This was the ultimate exercise of that trust, to do something he'd never done in such close company, to be seen in such a private state, and to allow himself to be helped in a time of need. Julian felt his confidence surge, feeling secure in himself, in this moment. What should've been terribly awkward turned out to be a bonding experience, albeit a very odd one. "Ahh..." he sighed, the stream gradually dwindling in pressure to a more average level. He already felt much better than he did 30 seconds ago. He could breathe a bit more easily. "Hey...you almost done?" Sarah asked, tactfully, "My hand's starting to cramp up." "Nearly." he said, "I can take it from here, Sarah. You can take a step back. Not much left." A few seconds passed as Sarah quickly washed her hands. "Right...Finished....Finito." said Julian,as a form of unnecessary announcement. He glanced down and to his surprise, his stream had started back up again. "Err...hold on, on second thought, I might've spoke too soon." Sarah rolled her eyes and laughed. "My god! Where does it end?" he remarked, making light of it. "Take your time, take your time. I don't have any plans tomorrow." she said. They both had to acknowledge the inherent humor. It seemed to clear the air and fill what would've been an uncomfortable silence, helping to cover up the echoes of bubbling that were now intermittent. After those last few trickles, Julian paused for a second, furrowing his brow, before giving a conclusive sigh, this time truly finished. "Ah. That checks that off the list." he said, nonchalantly, shaking it off in more ways than one, "Problem solved, mission accomplished." He rearranged himself and slid over to the sink, idly whistling to himself as if he could pretend it hadn't happened at all. "Aren't you forgetting something?" said Sarah, expecting some words of gratitude, or at the very least some form of acknowledgement. "If this is about the seat again- You saw me put it down!" "No, not that. Something else." "What? Did I leave my fly down or something? What is it?" "Don't you have something to say to me?" "I'm sorry you had to witness that." he said, "I hope that didn't...spoil your image of me." "Oh, please, Julian, I've seen you throw up, remember that? I held the bucket for you. If that didn't ruin you for me, nothing will!" she said, "You think I can't handle seeing you pee?" "Shh...don't say that so loud. The neighbors don't need to know about it!" he said, "What we get up to in this house is our business and our business alone." "Julian...we don't have neighbors." "Well, if we did, I wouldn't want them overhearing that! You have to admit this was a bit weird, Sarah. I think you were a bit too eager." he said, "Don't mean to accuse, but I suspect you may have enjoyed that more than you should've." "What? No! Where are you getting that idea from?" Sarah blushed, revealing the truth. "How hands on you were." he said, "I didn't tell you to grab a hold of me. Not that I was complaining. Now if only you were always that forward." He smirked and smugly shrugged his shoulders back, "But I'll have you know, I appreciate the favour. Truly. I really was in absolute agony before you stepped in to help me. If not for your help, I'd've probably had to go to the emergency room and had a tube shoved up my- err, never mind, forget I said that. But, thanks. I've got to hand it to you and your...ingenuity." "Any time." she said, "Now, do you mind? I think it's my turn. Watching you made me have to go again!" "Think I'll stay..." he said, "Even things off. That's fair, isn't it?" "I don't care." she shrugged, "I don't have a problem with that." "Sarah, please, I'm kidding! You don't have to- You're seriously gonna-" "Yup." she said, proudly, proceeding anyway and taking a seat on the toilet. Julian shielded his eyes and turned toward the door, shaking his head, "Unbelievable! What am I going to do with you, Sarah? My god!" Childishly, she laughed, "Are we even now?" Julian turned his head and snuck a peek, "Now we are." he remarked, "One for one. Or...number one for number one, I suppose." "I'm glad we're this comfortable with each other." said Sarah. "Bit too comfortable from my standpoint." Julian sighed. "It's good for you." she said with a wink, "Now, how about we go be comfortable in the bedroom? All of this has me oddly turned on." "Well, that does sound like a strange reaction, but who am I to discriminate?" he agreed, "Sure. Why not?" "I hope you don't mind me picturing you like that. I hope that's not too kinky." "It certainly is, but it's your sick mind." he teased, "But I suppose that's why you're with me in the first place. You're a sicko. Sick in the head. But you have impeccable taste in men." He adjusted his collar in the mirror, stroking his ego in the process, "I'll tell you that for sure." "Don't compliment yourself." she teased. "I'll compliment myself all I would like. You know that's part of the foreplay. Really gets me going." he said, egotistically. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather have sex with yourself?" she teased. "I wouldn't be opposed to it. I'll tell you something, Sarah...something I've never told anyone...but if I ever had a clone-" "That's gross. That's like doing it with your own twin." she said. "What? And you wouldn't if you had a clone?" he questioned, "Willing to bet anyone would. Surely everyone's thought of it at least once." "I'm willing to bet you've thought of it more than just once." she said. "I decline to answer that." he said, "But would you? If the opportunity arose?" "I'm not that desperate." she said. "Right, you'd both probably just lie there anyways. Nothing much would happen." he said. She gave him a look, not impressed by his comment. "What? Too far?" he asked, "I thought it was rather funny." "A little." she said, pinching the air and pouting dramatically in disapproval. "That's fair...Didn't kill the mood, though, did it?" he asked, begging for forgiveness so he wouldn't lose out on some action. "I can brush it off. It's probably true." she acknowledged. "Then, why don't you prove me wrong?" he suggested, "I know you like a challenge." "Then, you caught me at a good time." she said, with a coy smile, "Come on, let's go to bed. Maybe I can help you relieve some more tension." |
I wrote the first part of this almost exactly seven years ago for one of the contests on nyou fiction. I came up with an idea for a second part soon after, and now here it is at last, along with a full rewrite of the original.
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The girl looked down at the pamphlet for a few seconds, her expression quickly shifting from curiosity to confusion. Then she looked up and asked, "So like what does it actually do?"
Clarice sighed inwardly. "Like the description there says, it's a mixture of enzymes that synthesizes a wide variety of biomolecules from commonly occurring components, so that we can research them to find any with viable medical uses." The team had tried to make the language on the volunteer information handout as simple and accessible as they could, but most of the volunteers still didn't seem to understand it and ended up asking Clarice to explain everything anyway. The one across the desk from her now had a vacant expression that seemed to say she'd and stopped listening somewhere around the word 'enzymes', and Clarice found herself wondering if the girl had even seen the inside of a biology classroom since high school. "So far we've identified several that might be useful in treating conditions including... um," the girl's vacant look was still there, her confusion slowly deepening, and she glanced down at the cup on the desk as if looking at the formula itself could tell her something. Realizing that this was getting nowhere, Clarice gave another silent sigh and continued, "well, like keeping skin clear and healthy, for one thing, and-"
The volunteer's face lit up instantly. "Really? Aw great." After that Clarice just had to go over the details of the stipend and show her where to sign, and then the girl swallowed the formula and left to hang out at the coffee place across the street for the next half hour.
Clarice grumbled to herself a little as she sat back down behind the campus health center reception desk. It was just like Camille said earlier. Even a girl with only the vaguest understanding of biology or medical research knew something about skin care, and all it took to get a confused undergrad volunteer to sign her consent form was a quick mention of 'clear healthy skin'. At least it wasn't lying - one of the most promising potential applications they were looking into was a treatment for certain forms of early-onset heritable hyperkeratosis - but Clarice just didn't like having to work around other people's ignorance like that.
She kept grumbling silently about it for a few minutes until her next volunteer arrived. It was another undergrad girl, and from the mermaid logo on her cup it looked like this one had just been hanging out at that same coffee place. She paused by the door and lifted that cup, tilting her head back and striking an impressive pose in the light from the window as she drank. She was tall and slim and athletic, with nicely toned abs and very nicely toned legs. She had shoulder-length light brown hair with striking platinum blonde highlights, pulled back into a simple ponytail, and she was wearing a cute sleeveless crop top and cute tight denim short shorts and cute little strappy flip-flop-style sandals. Her outfit looked perfect for staying comfortable in today's summer heat, and one couldn't help but notice the way it nicely showed off her abs and her legs too. Finishing the last of her coffee, she tossed the empty cup in the trash and came up to the desk where Clarice was waiting.
"Hi, I'm Tara. I saw your ad earlier, are you still looking for volunteers?" the girl asked hopefully. Clarice gave her the usual bright and cheerful welcome and handed her the information pamphlet and showed her the formula, and unlike that last airhead, when Tara opened the pamphlet and started to read it she remained eager and focused. "Okay, so it's an enzyme for synthesizing some kind of designer medical treatments," Having quickly summarized the handout's information, she looked up and asked, "Well, what kind of substrate does your enzyme act on, and what are you working on developing treatments for?"
Clarice happily answered her questions, somewhat heartened at a prospective volunteer who actually seemed to understand her explanation. Even though Tara didn't seem to be a science major or anything, she at least remembered enough terminology to ask relevant questions, which was more than could be said for most of today's volunteers. Clarice ended up going into quite a bit more detail than usual, and while she was explaining everything Tara took out a big bottle of water from her cute backpack and cracked it open to take a few long sips. "Right now we're still trying to demonstrate that the whole approach will produce the quantity, and most importantly the variety that we need to make it worthwhile. According to the theory everything should be viable, but the only way to really be sure is testing with volunteers," Clarice concluded with a note of cautious optimism.
"Well, it all sounds interesting anyway," Tara replied, chuckling. "And I could really use the money right now. So I just need to sign here, take this and then give a sample, right?" She looked down at the cup and the consent form and reached for the pen.
"That's right," Clarice nodded, then glanced away quickly. When Tara leaned over the counter like that, one couldn't help but notice the way her low-cut crop top showed off her cleavage. "Uh, you can come back in about a half hour for that part."
Tara stopped with her hand poised over the signature line and looked up. "Oh, I don't need to wait or anything. I'm all ready to go right now."
"Yes, you can take the formula right away. It's just after that you'll just need to wait about a half hour for the enzyme to take effect."
"Oh right, of course." Tara set the pen down, frowning. "It's just, I was kinda on the way to my final right now. Does it have to be in a half hour? How about if I come back a little later, in like an hour or two?"
"That shouldn't be a problem." Most of the volunteers had wanted to get everything over with as soon as possible, but as far as Clarice knew there wasn't any reason why waiting a little longer should make a difference.
"Great!" Tara exclaimed, grinning again. "I'll see you in a little while, then." She finished signing and swallowed the formula, washing it down with a few more big gulps from her water bottle, and then she left. Clarice wished her luck with her final and sat back down to wait for the next volunteer.
Two and a half hours later she was still sitting there when the door opened again. Clarice got up right away with a smile on her face, which disappeared when she saw who it was.
"Heyyy, how are you doing over here?" Camille asked with a smirk as she came up and leaned on the desk. "Got a lot of volunteers? Betcha I got more," she snickered. Camille was the other postdoc working on this project, and as usual she had found a way to turn it into a competition.
Clarice sighed softly, annoyed. "Come on, Cam. You know perfectly well this is research, not some kind of race."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Cam waved away her objections, "just because it's research doesn't mean we can't have a little fun with it. Anyway, I already dropped my samples off at the lab and the results should be ready soon, so just meet me there when you've got enough." She trotted off down the hall to the lab, ignoring Clarice's second annoyed sigh.
Even though Clarice was pretty sure they had all the samples the project needed already, there was still something she had to wait for. So she sat back down and waited, but she didn't have to wait long. Not quite a half hour later the door opened again, and this time it was just who Clarice was hoping for.
"Oh, Tara. I'm glad to see you again. I was starting to get worried that you wouldn't make it."
"Uh-huh. Me too," Tara replied as she approached the desk, "I'm really glad I made it." Her voice seemed a bit strained and there was something odd about the way she was walking. "So um, I can just give you the sample right now, right?"
"Of course. Come right through here," Clarice gestured to the door just next to the reception desk. "You'll just need this first..." She went over and knelt to reach into the cabinet by that door. Remembering how she would sometimes feel after a long final, she turned her head to make a sympathetic remark, but froze with a little surprised gasp when she saw and suddenly realized what was odd. Tara's face was set in intense concentration, her mouth a thin line and her cheeks gently flushed. She was walking with stiff, careful steps, her arms held at her sides and her hands balled into fists. But most striking of all was Tara's bare midriff, where one couldn't help but notice that her outfit was now showing off her nice firm abs along with a very firm, very round and very prominent bulge that could only be made by a very large and extremely full bladder.
For a long moment Clarice could only stare at the broad swell of Tara's lower abdomen, extending from just above her bellybutton all the way down to disappear inside her shorts. Everything about the way Tara was walking seemed to suddenly make perfect sense, and it gave a whole new meaning to what she just said: Tara *really* had to give her sample *right* now.
After a few last unsteady steps she stood right in front of the door, growing even more obviously uncomfortable by the second. Her hips were squirming and wiggling, her toes were tensed and pressed into the foam of her flip-flops, her arms were trembling, and her face was flushing brighter and brighter. She started to slowly lean forward at the waist as her feet slowly rose onto tiptoes, even as her toes themselves wiggled and squirmed. She took a shuddering breath and looked down, saying only, "Um..."
"Oh!" Clarice exclaimed as she was startled back to attention and suddenly realized how long she had been staring at the extraordinary sight. She reached into the cabinet with the rows of cups, then paused for a moment and reached past them, all the way to the back. "I, um... yes, you'll just, um... take this." Standing up quickly, she unscrewed the cap from the extra-large sample cup and held it out with one hand while she yanked open the bathroom door with the other.
Tara reached to take the cup, but before she could she froze and gasped, her eyes going wide. "Oh no..." she squeaked in a tiny horrified voice, and Clarice realized what that meant and looked down just as Tara thrust her hands into her crotch, trembling even more and flushing even brighter than ever. She stood motionless like that for a long moment, then snatched the sample cup from Clarice's hand and zipped past her into the bathroom.
She gasped again and started to undo her shorts, her free hand trembling so badly she could only fumble at the button on her fly while she gasped again and then again, until finally it came open. In a single motion she grabbed the back of her shorts and yanked them down, and Clarice looked away just a bit too late to keep from seeing.
As soon as she averted her eyes she heard the loud splattering, along with the soft hissing and the much louder moan of Tara's intense relief. "She made it," Clarice whispered, with considerable relief of her own. "I'm really glad she made it." The splattering sound steadily changed into splashing, while the moan turned into a long breathy sigh. Clarice reached back and felt for the door handle, careful to avoid looking as she closed the bathroom door. That muted the hissing but not the steady burbling splashes of a very powerful stream pouring into a sample cup at very close range, so she had to stand and listen to Tara producing her urine sample.
It went on and on and on, and when the mighty noise finally faded away it was only a little while longer until the door opened. Tara was again fully dressed and held the very full cup very carefully, and Clarice took it and carefully screwed the top back on. She felt a bit more uncomfortable than usual as they went back to the desk to take care of the final signature and the stipend, but Tara didn't seem to notice as she took her receipt and left, still just a bit flushed and grinning with contentment.
As soon as that was done Clarice got all the samples together and headed down to the lab where Camille was already waiting. She looked up from entering her initial data and smirked, "Looks like I got two more test subjects than you after all."
Clarice just gave her the exasperated sigh that always meant 'quit trying to turn everything into a contest' while she arranged her set of samples alongside Cam's for analysis.
"Still, your samples might have better results, so you haven't lost yet." Cam was still smirking. The results that mattered were what synthesis products they could identify in the samples. As long as even a few of those samples met their projections it would be enough to proceed to the next phase of research, but beyond that it didn't really matter how many they had. Clarice just gave Cam a quick glare and sat down to start entering her own data while they awaited the results of the analysis.
When it was finished they both leaned over together to look at the screen, and for a few moments they stared in silence. Then Clarice breathed, "Wow..." her eyes going wide. "That's-"
"How did you do that!" Cam burst out. "This is one of yours, isn't it?" She jabbed a finger at the screen, and the same set of numbers where Clarice was still staring. Most of the results on the screen were just about what they expected, right around the ranges predicted by their experimental hypothesis. But the numbers in one column, from one particular sample, were far higher, exceeding all of their projections and surpassing even their most optimistic predictions. Cam went on, "How did one of yours end up so much better than all of mine? You better not have gone messing with anything because-"
"Will you forget about your stupid imaginary competition already, this is important!" Clarice cut her off hotly as she belatedly registered the accusation. Leaning closer, she pointed at the screen herself. "If we can confirm these results and produce them consistently, our little project could turn into a major avenue of research. Got it?" Cam closed her mouth, rethinking her indignant reply and turning back to the screen. The rest didn't need to be said. A breakthrough like that would mean major funding and prestige for the department, along with prestige and opportunities for the two lucky postdocs that made the discovery. But first they had to confirm the results.
"Okay, so what does it mean?" Cam was calming down and focusing now. "There has to be something special about that sample, right? Unless it's just a fluke, or an error with the analyzer."
"I'll stay here and analyze it some more to be sure," Clarice was looking at the ID number of the special sample and thinking about what it might mean. "But I think I might have an idea what happened..."
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Experiment #1: The Final
It was getting late when Clarice finished her analysis, and she was stretching her stiff shoulders as she came out of the lab.
"Hey." Camille looked up as she approached. "Have you figured it out, then?"
"The results are definitely accurate, if that's what you mean." She'd put that sample through every kind of analysis the lab could do, and every time the results were consistent. "Now we'll need to try to find out what happened. Like I said, I might-"
"Too late then!" Cam burst out with a big grin. "Because I've got our answer right here. Take a look," she motioned Clarice over and turned her monitor.
"Huh?" Clarice came over, frowning in confusion. "What do you mean? Did somebody else already publish something after all? Because I thought we checked all the archives for..." She trailed off. It wasn't any journal archive on Camille's screen, it was a video.
The scene showed a big, moderately crowded lecture hall viewed from multiple angles. It looked like the feed from all the room's security cameras side by side. One of those cameras had a view of the main door, where a few more students were coming in and taking their seats. She watched, still wondering what it was all supposed to mean, and she was about to ask when she saw a familiar face. "Oh! That's-"
"It's her, isn't it? I knew it! And I knew you'd recognize her too, with the highlights in her hair." Cam sounded a little giddy just now, and Clarice glanced at the pair of empty cans on her desk with the big colorful logos. Camille always had a can of that energy drink of hers when she was doing lab work, and she usually didn't stay this late, so tonight she must have had that second can to keep going a little longer.
"It's... um, yeah, it's her." Clarice recognized that crop top and those short shorts and those long toned legs just as easily as the platinum blonde streaks in the girl's hair. That was Tara on the screen, which meant this video had to be from Tara's final earlier today.
"See, I was looking for her name in your notes but when I saw what time you signed her up and what time you got her sample I was like, 'why did she wait so long?' and then I remembered 'duh, it's finals week!'" Cam was starting to ramble like she sometimes did when she was running on caffeine. Clarice nodded vaguely and sat down beside her, still focused on the screen. Tara was on all the cameras at once now as she sat at her desk and set her half-full water bottle next to her test. "So I was looking through today's final schedules and I thought I'd check the security cameras but as soon as I went to the server I found this instead."
Another camera angle appeared then, a zoomed-in view from the back of the room. It was focused on the back of Tara's desk, so when Tara sat down it had a perfect view of the back of Tara's shorts. "Um..." Clarice muttered, suddenly becoming uncomfortable, "Is that, uh..."
"Yeah, see, I found it on the department server." Cam snickered. "I guess someone noticed something interesting that happened at this test and put this together from the security camera footage. Oh but don't worry, I pulled all the original footage too just in case." All security camera footage from exam periods was freely available for anyone with an account to access as part of a 'transparency and honesty' initiative. That didn't answer her actual question, however.
"Right but, uh..." Clarice pointed at the screen this time, "Is it trying to look at her..."
"Yeah, see apparently there's some kind of rumor that what's-her-name there never wears underwear, and I guess someone was trying to find out if it's true." Cam snickered some more. "That's why the camera keeps zooming in on her butt, to see if it'll catch a glimpse of her buttcrack."
"Her name's Tara..." Clarice muttered with a little grimace. She would have been more comfortable with the term 'gluteal cleavage', particularly just now that she found herself thinking about what happened earlier at the health center and especially what happened in the health center bathroom.
After a moment Tara leaned over the papers on her desk, and another camera angle appeared. This one was a zoomed-in view from the camera at the front of the room, behind the podium and above the darkened smart board there, and when Tara leaned over she gave that camera a perfect view right down her very low-cut crop top. Zoomed in like this, it was just about clear enough to make it just about impossible not to notice that Tara was definitely not wearing a bra. Clarice looked away, uncomfortable again, and Cam pointed out, "Don't worry, it skips most of this boring part."
Clarice glanced at the timestamp there in the corner, and sure enough after just a few seconds it flickered as the video skipped ahead several minutes. Tara was still sitting focused on her test, and hardly even looked up as she reached over for her water bottle. The camera behind her responded by zooming even closer to focus on the way her stretch made her shorts stretch and squeeze her rear end in new and interesting ways. As she raised the bottle to her lips the camera in front of her zoomed closer too, focused on the way her top strained and stretched over her firm and very perky breasts.
Then she put the bottle back down and there was another skip, right to another sip that was just a little longer and another set of zooms just a little closer. After the third skip Tara took a longer drink, and this time Clarice noticed her legs were crossed. With the next skip she noticed Tara's leg bouncing slightly, the flip-flop dangling carelessly from her foot, and by the next it had fallen off and lay upside-down on the floor. Before long both her legs were bouncing rhythmically, and then she was gently rocking back and forth and her hips were beginning to wiggle. With every skip she seemed to be squirming more and more, but she just kept drinking from her nearly empty water bottle, too focused on her test to notice what was happening. But Clarice noticed, and she knew just what it was and exactly what it meant, and she found herself thinking back to what she saw at the health center earlier, and she also found herself thinking about biology.
Because earlier she saw Tara arrive at the health center just finishing a nice big coffee drink, and then she saw Tara leave the health center just starting a nice big bottle of water, and just now she saw Tara arriving at her final with that bottle of water already half-empty. So now she could picture what was happening inside Tara's body just perfectly, all that fluid passing through her digestive system and into her bloodstream, the sharp drop in tonicity inhibiting vasopressin release and deactivating aquaporin in her nephrons and reducing their reabsorbtion rate, letting the excess hydration flow straight through her kidneys to her ureters for peristalsis to pump right into her bladder. And her bladder slowly and steadily filling up and swelling, until it swelled enough to trigger the detrusor stretch receptors to send their signals back up to the rostral pons. There the Barrington's Nucleus would respond and send its signals right back down to the internal sphincter and the detrusor muscle, and when Tara felt that distinctively and distinctly uncomfortable sensation it would finally notify her of was going on in her own uncomfortably full bladder.
Of course, knowing all about the biology of the situation didn't really tell Clarice anything new about it. Just from the way Tara looked on the video during her final, it was becoming obvious enough that she had to go to the bathroom. And Clarice had already seen the way Tara looked at the health center after her final, right before she finally made it to the bathroom. But thinking about that now reminded Clarice of something else, of what Tara said at the health center before her final: "I'm all ready to go right now."
Tara was already ready to go, she was already ready to give her sample, and she could already tell. That meant she was already feeling the discomfort that arose when her pontine micturation center sent her that signal, which meant it was already getting the signal from her stretch receptors that were already being stretched by her swelling bladder. And when she said it she had just finished drinking her coffee and just started drinking her water. After drinking all that, by the time she got to her final and sat down, Tara's system must have been quite fully hydrated already, and she was still drinking even more. And while she sat, all the excess hydration from everything she'd been drinking already along with all the additional hydration from everything she was still drinking must have been flowing freely right through her kidneys and pumping through her ureters and absolutely pouring right into her already noticeably full bladder.
And that's what they were watching on the video. Tara's bladder was filling up more and more, swelling and stretching. Her stretch receptors were sending stronger and stronger signals, and the signals coming back were instructing her involuntary internal sphincter to relax at the same time as her equally involuntary detrusor muscle contracted, in order to cause her bladder to involuntarily empty itself. Needless to say, nothing like that was going to happen to Tara, thanks to her voluntary external sphincter and its well-developed reflex to contract and hold her urethra safely closed and keep the contents of her bladder safely inside. So Tara herself could simply sit and stay focused on her test while the tension between her detrusor and her subconsciously actuated sphincter grew stronger and stronger and the visible signs of her discomfort slowly but steadily grew a little more obvious. She squirmed, she shifted restlessly, she rocked slowly back and forth and her crossed legs began gently bouncing, a whole set of subconscious movements that together had the effect of applying a little extra pressure upon the vicinity of her urethra to help out her squeezing sphincter. And once the discomfort grew strong enough, it finally broke through Tara's focus into her conscious awareness.
After a particularly long and intense squeeze and a little shiver that made her whole body tense up for a moment Tara looked up with an anxious and slightly worried expression. Clarice had to sympathize, especially when she thought about how much longer Tara was going to have to endure her discomfort before she hurried into the health center. For now, Tara slipped the mostly-empty water bottle back into her backpack and carefully crossed her legs, making a fully conscious effort to help with the squeezing of her sphincter muscle and hopefully help alleviate her intense discomfort.
But that discomfort was still getting worse. Soon she was squirming and rocking in her seat constantly, completely unable to keep still. Her legs were bouncing more vigorously, both her flip-flops on the ground now and both her bare feet wrapped around the leg of the chair. She was biting her lip in anxiety and concentration as she struggled to focus on both her squeezing and her test. And throughout it all Tara's expression was like a silent squeal of distress that grew steadily in intensity and eloquence from "I gotta go!" into "Oh I really gotta go!" then through "Oh man, I gotta go so bad..." to "Oh no, I really gotta go right away!" before finally reaching its urgent anguished pinnacle of "I absolutely gotta go *right* now!!" Clarice could only watch in helpless horrified sympathy as that last flash of wide-eyed agony was followed by another shiver and a little gasp and a horrified wide-eyed stare that could only mean "What if I can't hold it!?"
Clarice almost gasped herself when she saw it, and she had to remind herself that Tara could definitely hold it, that she already knew Tara could hold it through her whole final, because she already saw Tara when she arrived at the health center, still holding it, after her final. She already watched Tara, still holding it, hurry into the bathroom, where she could pull down her shorts and finally stop holding it and let go safely into a sample cup. But at the same moment she remembered that, she watched Tara on the screen drop her pencil and reach down with both hands and start to unbutton her fly. All her reassurances vanishing at the sight, Clarice was struck by the sudden horrifying thought that she was about to see Tara reach for the bottle in her backpack and resort to an extremely drastic emergency measure that she was sure to regret as soon as she realized she was on camera. But after just a second Tara took up her pencil and returned to her test, with her backpack still closed and her legs still crossed and her shorts still on. She was still very uncomfortable and still squirming very badly, but somehow she didn't seem quite as frantic as before. Clarice wondered why until the camera zoomed all the way in to once again focus on the back of Tara's shorts.
Camille snickered and spoke up at that, "Looks like somebody got their answer after all," her snickers turned to chuckles, "and an even better view than they expected." Clarice ignored her laughing and just stared. A small but quite visible bit of Tara's gluteal cleavage was peeking out just a little from the back of Tara's shorts, and as she continued squirming the back of her shorts slipped a little lower and let it peek out a little more. After just a few seconds it was visible enough to make the truth of the rumor just about as obvious to anybody watching as it was to Clarice at the health center earlier, when she couldn't quite look away fast enough at the moment that Tara suddenly pulled down her shorts in the health center bathroom and couldn't help but see that Tara was definitely not wearing any underwear.
She felt a brief pang of sympathy for Tara's slight accidental exposure, but then she remembered something else she saw at the health center and realized the other significance of Tara's descending shorts. Because if loosening her shorts like that let the back of the waistband slip down and expose her gluteal cleavage to the camera behind her, it also released the squeezing that the front of the waistband placed upon her bulging bladder, and that must be why Tara didn't look quite so uncomfortable anymore.
She had never really thought much about something like that before or about just how much it might help in a situation like this, but it made sense right away and as soon as she started thinking about it she found herself thinking about how it might work, and she found herself thinking about anatomy. About Tara's bladder filling up and swelling and stretching enough to trigger her stretch receptors, and then swelling even more until it began to impinge on other nearby organs. The pelvic cavity, already quite cramped to begin with, becoming more and more crowded as the steady flow forced her bladder to steadily expand until it was completely squished and pressing right up against the anterior abdominal wall. With no more room left but her bladder still growing, the abdominal wall itself would start stretching and Tara's abdomen would start swelling, slowly and steadily developing into a big prominent bulge just like the one she saw at the health center earlier, right beneath Tara's bellybutton.
But that was only when Tara came back to the health center after her final. When Tara was at the health center the first time, before her final, the waistband of her shorts was there under her bellybutton, right where that bulge would be forming. So while Tara was sitting and trying to focus on her final, with her bladder filling and beginning to stretch and her abdomen bulging and beginning to swell, it would have quickly met the resistance of her very tight shorts. With that additional constriction on top of the periodic involuntary contractions of her own detrusor muscle, the combined squeezing on poor Tara's poor bladder must have been almost unbearable.
So by unbuttoning her shorts and releasing the constriction from her waistband, it made perfect sense that Tara would immediately make herself that much less uncomfortable. With her abdomen free to swell and bulge to accommodate her steadily filling and swelling bladder, Tara would have a little while longer to focus on her test. But even so, Clarice found herself wondering if that was all there was to it, and she found herself thinking about psychology. She had always suspected that any physiological effect which produced uncharacteristically pronounced results with unexpected immediacy might have a psychological component involved as well. For instance, if Tara had experienced something like this before then she might have ended up conditioning herself and induced a sort of Pavlovian response. Or if she had heard about something like this before trying it herself then she might have ended up anticipating the results and induced a sort of placebo effect. It was just the sort of fascinating question that someone might design an experiment to answer, perhaps with a sort of belt that could be remotely loosened and tightened...
When she found herself thinking that, however, Clarice decided she was thinking entirely too hard about the matter, and anyway she was right in the middle of an experiment already. So she returned her focus to Tara, who was already growing very uncomfortable once again. Whatever the exact cause of her reprieve, it was turning out to be very brief. After all, whatever she might do to alleviate the tightness that was making her discomfort worse, she had absolutely no way to relieve the intense discomfort itself, or to stop her own body from making it steadily worse. With Tara's system still overhydrated her kidneys were still flowing as freely as ever, her ureters were still pumping dutifully and still filling up her already overfilled bladder even more. Tara was squirming and wiggling constantly now, rocking back and forth with her legs twisted tightly. From time to time she would freeze and stiffen with all her weight perched on a corner of the chair, her pencil held still and her whole body held tense, motionless and trembling while she clamped her legs together as hard as she could. Every time Clarice just couldn't help but picture what was happening: Tara's detrusor muscle tightening, squeezing her bladder even harder than ever, while Tara forced her sphincter muscle to squeeze just as hard to resist it.
After a particularly long and particularly intense wave of squeezing that made Clarice wonder if Tara was going to have to reach for her backpack and resort to drastic measures after all, Tara suddenly put down her pencil and quickly flipped through her test, then started putting everything away. With no small relief Clarice glanced down at the timestamp to confirm that Tara's final and her extremely uncomfortable ordeal were both nearly over. Tara picked up her backpack and smiled as she hopped eagerly to her feet, only to let out a startled squeak and sit right back down. That sudden movement and the little jolt it delivered to Tara's highly overstretched bladder must have triggered another merciless squeeze from Tara's detrusor at the same time as Tara was momentarily distracted. She sat perched on the chair with her hands in her lap and her legs crossed tightly, squeezing and blushing as she tried to ignore the curious stares from the nearby students that glanced over at the sound. Clarice thought she must at least be glad that most of them had already left, not that it would matter much if she ever found out that it was all on camera anyway.
When the wave passed Tara felt around with her feet to slip her flip-flops back on, then put on her backpack and stood up again, more gingerly this time. With small careful steps she started toward the front of the room, just as a smiling blonde girl in the front row stood up too and got in front of her. The blonde paused in the act of turning in her test to chat for a bit with the TA, giggling cheerfully and never even noticing Tara, who had to stand behind her waiting and squirming. Just about everyone else seemed to notice, however, especially when another very intense wave struck and Tara gasped sharply and moaned softly and bent forward, rising to her tiptoes and trembling and squirming even more than ever. Just watching her, Clarice could perfectly picture Tara's detrusor muscle contracting cruelly upon her dangerously full bladder, while Tara forced her sphincter muscle to clench just as hard as it could to keep her urethra safely closed and keep the contents of her bladder safely inside. For a long moment she stood there trembling just like that, while everyone behind her looked up one by one at the remarkable sight of a tall athletic college student acting just like a little girl who was just about to wet her little panties.
Only the blonde girl never noticed, and for a moment Tara didn't notice either when that girl turned with a final giggle and trotted cheerfully out the door. Then the wave slowly receded and Tara gradually became aware of the TA sitting there staring at her. She straightened and silently handed over her test, then turned and carefully headed for the door herself, showing the camera beside it a perfect profile of her bare midriff as she passed. The still frame of that moment remained on screen beside the other cameras as the door closed behind her, and the big firm bulge clearly visible beneath Tara's bellybutton looked exactly like Clarice remembered.
When it was over she sat back, emotionally exhausted from watching and sympathizing with Tara's struggle and with a whole new appreciation for the real value of her sample. She already knew what it could mean for the project, but seeing what Tara really went through to bring it safely back to them somehow made it seem even more precious. "That's it, right?" Cam sounded excited. "It's exactly what we needed!"
Clarice nodded distantly. "Yeah, she gave us just what we- huh?" she started before she thought about what Cam meant.
Cam went on, "This explains everything. The numbers we saw, and what happened with the sample." She giggled, still giddy and now triumphant besides. "It was in her bladder the whole time!"
"It was... what?" Of course the sample was in Tara's bladder, that's why Tara had to sit through her final squirming and suffering, so that she could get back to the health center afterward to give her sample. But that wouldn't explain the numbers and the results from the sample. Unless...
"The formula, I mean. The enzyme. It spent that whole time in Tira's bladder, that's how it happened!"
"I told you, her name's Tara. And what does that have to do with it? Do you mean-"
"It's the hormones and the pH balance, just like we were dealing with in the first place, remember?" In the earlier stages of the project they'd had to spend a bit of time and quite a bit of effort coming up with an enzyme that would remain fully active under the conditions of their experiment, including pH level and especially hormone levels. Even after all that, they'd had to exclude quite a lot of potential volunteers, in particular all males and anyone over about 26. "That whole time we were just trying for something that would keep working when a volunteer takes it, and we ended up with something that works even better in a volunteer's bladder!"
"In the... oh. So then that means..." She had to admit the idea almost made sense. The enzymes would pass through the kidneys unaltered, along with all of the products and most of the major reactants. And the bladder would have a very different pH level, which had to have a major effect on their activity. They would need to do some calculations and maybe another experiment to figure out just what effect, of course. But still, it seemed like there was something else too...
"So it's simple. Your girl Tara waited longer than the others, so the enzyme spent more time in the bladder and ended up being that much more effective." Clarice nodded slowly, something still tickling at the edge of her mind. Cam went on. "Now, according to the timestamps, she must have come back after about two and a half hours, right?"
"Yeah, I guess. Maybe it was closer to three," she answered distantly. "The exact times should be in the system if you need to check."
"Perfect! I've waited at least three hours." At that apparent nonsequitur Clarice looked up, just in time to see Cam slide halfway off her chair and lift her top slightly, just far enough to expose her midriff and reveal the quite sizable bulge there.
"...Huh? Wh-what do you-" Clarice gaped and sputtered as Camille reached into her desk drawer and took out a sample cup. "Y-you mean- Are you going to-?"
"I took the formula earlier, and I had plenty to drink since then," nodding vaguely toward the empty cans on the desk, Cam unscrewed the sample cup and started to undo her pants. "So my results should be just like Tara's, right?"
"That's-" Camille began, trailing off as something occurred to her. "But that's self-experimentation." There were strict department policies against using any results obtained by self-experimentation, mostly designed to avoid giving researchers a reason to consider using themselves when they couldn't find volunteers for potentially dangerous experiments. "You know we can't include anything from-"
"Then I won't include it," Cam said with a shrug, squatting carefully. "Anyway, this isn't even an experiment, I'll just verify our interpretation of Tara's results." She pulled her pants down to her ankles before pulling her panties down to her knees, so Clarice was able to look away in time. She shifted slightly and gingerly looked back, careful to avoid seeing something impolite. Instead she watched as Cam positioned the sample cup between her legs and gave a little sigh.
There was a moment of silent suspense and then the stream shot out, with a hissing and splattering sound that gradually turned into splashing as Cam emptied her bladder and filled her cup. Clarice found herself thinking back to that other splashing stream she heard earlier. It was the same, but... it was different too. And that meant...
"I got it!" she exclaimed, jumping to her feet with a gasp.
Cam glanced up with a smirk, "I knew you'd figure it out. It's still a pretty nice breakthrough, but really not enough for a major-"
"Not that! It's-" she struggled for words. The burst of insight was like a camera flash or a lightning bolt, illuminating every detail all at once, not like figuring things out but just seeing it laid out right there from end to end. She had to take a moment to organize the idea before she could even begin to explain any of it. "It was- the enzyme, it was in her bladder, just like you said. But it wasn't just there for longer, it-." She paused, took a breath and tried to focus and rearrange her thoughts into something more coherent. "Tara didn't just wait longer than the others. She waited as long as she *possibly* could." Cam just frowned and nodded slightly. "So that whole time the enzyme was working, right? But while it was working she was still waiting and- I mean, she was still holding it, so the conditions were shifting. I mean, the- the pH level and-"
"And the hormones," Cam breathed, her voice rising and quavering as the same realization dawned on her too. "The hormone levels were shifting while the enzyme was still working. And the reaction's products-"
"The parasympathetic response triggers the Pontin- th- the PMR," Clarice took another breath and forced herself to slow down a little. "So that once the reaction gets going the stress hormones spike, and that shifts the conditions for the enzyme. But now since the reaction's products are there too-"
"They become the new reactants... in a second-order reaction!" Cam exclaimed breathlessly as the last piece of the puzzle slipped into place. "That's where the extra products came from, there was a whole new set of reactions that we never even considered."
"And it could keep going too. There's no telling how many iterations are possible with different permutations of... well, hormone levels, and, uh-"
"That girl... she gave us a new set of reactions with a whole new set of products," Cam went on, "and all she did was keep holding it a little more."
"There was nothing little about it," Clarice muttered with some irritation. "I mean you saw what happened too." She shuddered slightly at the thought of what poor Tara had to go through.
Camille looked down and shifted her legs slightly to examine the bulge beneath her bellybutton. Again Clarice jerked her eyes away from the impolite view. She didn't need to look any longer than that to tell that as big and impressive as it might be, Cam's bulge was nothing at all like Tara's, and her stream was nothing at all like Tara's either. That stream was just starting to taper off now as her bladder finished emptying itself, but in just the time it took to fill her sample cup everything had changed. "You're right," Cam admitted, "this really is a major breakthrough." She looked up and started to grin. "And now we've really got to keep researching it."
Clarice nodded. "Of course. We'll need to come up with a whole new experiment." She frowned in concentration as she thought about how to design one. There were so many new factors that might be relevant to their new hypothesis, so many things they hadn't even considered before.
"You've been in the lab for a few hours, right?" Camille asked casually as she screwed the lid back on her sample cup.
"Mm-hmm, I guess." Lost in thought, Clarice answered before she thought to wonder about the meaning of the question.
"And you were at the reception desk for a few hours before that, weren't you?" Cam was pulling her pants back up.
"I-" Clarice looked over and narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Well yeah, since just after lunch. Why does that-"
"Great!" Cam declared, setting her sample cup down on the desk with a thump, then reaching again into her desk drawer. "And I noticed you had that energy drink earlier, too."
Clarice nodded uneasily. "Um, yeah. I had three today..." she trailed off as the direction of Cam's questions and their meaning began to dawn on her. "Wait, do you mean-"
"Oh, that's perfect," Cam declared as she got out a fresh dose of the formula they'd prepared for today's volunteers. Looking at that, Clarice found herself suddenly becoming highly aware of a gentle yet quite distinct and quite uncomfortable feeling. A feeling that must have been gradually building while she sat in the lab, too focused on her work to notice it at all. A feeling that, she now suspected, was going to get quite a bit more uncomfortable before her work was quite finished tonight. "So I guess you shouldn't need too much longer then," Cam concluded, rising from the drawer and plunking the formula down on the desk, along with a fresh empty sample cup.
Her suspicions confirmed, Clarice's face fell, while Cam just grinned happily and added, "Tara showed us just how long she could hold it, so now let's just see how long you can hold it."
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Experiment #2: The Game
Another cheer went up and she swept her view over the audience again, paying particular attention to the group of girls in the front row.
"Wow, this is getting really good," Cam said next to her. "How does it look over there?"
Clarice gave a little irritated sigh before she replied, "It's coming along alright." After another sweep of the front row she lowered her binoculars and glanced over. Just as she thought, Camille seemed to be paying a lot more attention to what was happening with the game down on the field as with the audience up in the stands. They needed binoculars to see much of anything from these seats all the way up in the highest row, which at least meant they could watch the audience without being too obvious about it. Raising her own binoculars again, she looked back at the front row. The last of the cheers were fading now and the girls that had stood up were sitting back down, while the girls that had only leaned forward to cheer leaned back again, and just about all of them crossed their legs. When the last of the excitement faded it seemed to be replaced by a sense of anxious restlessness, and when a girl all the way at the far end of the front row leaned over to say something to the girl next to her Clarice couldn't help but imagine that she was saying something like, 'I gotta go'.
"Everything's progressing just as expected." Clarice went on without lowering her binoculars again. Down there a different girl from the second row got to her feet and started moving away, only to stop with a look of dismay when she saw the big long line right where she was headed. She hesitated, looking nervously back down to the field, then returned to her seat, still holding it. "It's starting to look like this might just work out after all"
"Well of course!" Cam said with a snicker, not quite bragging but still sounding a bit smug. "I knew you'd change your mind." It was Camille that came up with this whole idea, and at first Clarice had her doubts about it. There were just so many unpredictable factors, and Cam was never exactly the best at planning out all the details and thinking through every little possibility in her experimental designs. But at least so far everything seemed to be turning out exactly like she said it would. It was most visible there in the first few rows, but wherever Clarice looked she saw the same thing. All over the crowded stadium there were girls looking restless and crossing their legs and even starting to squirm, showing all the signs that they all had to go. And it was all thanks to Cam's plan, and everything that she and Clarice set up earlier, before the game started.
First they'd checked on the 'collection apparatus'. It had been set up in the parking lot last night, so all they really had to do was make sure that none of the equipment got damaged in transport or anything. The first few sports fans were starting to arrive then, just waiting there in the parking lot chatting and drinking. Cam said that was a sort of tradition before all the bigger games, and sometimes a few of the smaller but more important games like this one. After a while they started lining up at the ticket counters, and it was time for Cam to get to work.
'Hi there! We're here from the health center for a little experiment,' she could still hear that opening line, the one they'd practiced so many times to get just enough of a 'bright and breezy' tone to soften the 'sales pitch'. 'Would you like to help out with a quick taste test?' She could still see the prospective volunteers' faces too, the uncomfortable wariness there disappearing when it became apparent they weren't being asked to donate anything or fill out any opinion survey. And then the eagerness that appeared when a volunteer saw what was in their little cooler. It was a very warm morning, after all, and anyone that didn't bring anything to drink before the game must have been regretting it, while anyone that did had just had to leave it behind in the parking lot. So the offer of a nice cold drink must have been a very welcome one to a volunteer who was already stuck in line anyway, and even better if she could help out 'the health center' all without doing anything more difficult than presenting a student ID and answering a few questions about the taste.
The answers they got were mostly along the lines of 'tart and tangy', which made sense since it was mostly just ordinary fruit juice, but of course the taste test wasn't the real point. Because when those volunteers signed the questionnaires they also signed a consent form, and hardly any of them even glanced through it when they did. And nobody at all seemed to notice the part on the third page where it mentioned 'collecting samples'. So they'd ended up with plenty of volunteers who happily drank their juice with the formula in it and signed their forms with the consent release, and now all that was left to do was wait until it was time to collect all their samples. Of course there were plenty of guys that ended up volunteering too, but Cam had planned for that and made sure to bring plenty of extra juice without any formula, both for guys and for any girls that wanted a refill. They couldn't give any of their test subjects a double dose of formula, after all, so any girls that were extra thirsty just got extra fruit juice, and that ought to be just fine for their experiment.
"Hey, it really is coming along over there," Cam said, and swept her view over the audience. There seemed to be some kind of lull in the action on the field, and Cam seemed to have remembered that they were supposed to be here monitoring their experiment and not just watching a game. Quite a few audience members seemed to have noticed the lull as well, and were taking advantage of the opportunity to get up and take a quick break. Clarice watched as a little group of girls from somewhere around the third row got up together and hurried over to the back of the nearest line and waited there, looking a little nervous and quite a bit restless. They waited just about long enough for the line to start to move a little before there was another cheer as the action seemed to resume, and those girls looked anxiously back down at the field and almost all of them hurried right back to their seats, still holding it. "Oh yeah, looks like this is going to work out just great," Cam chuckled, turning her attention back to the game too.
Apparently it was a really exiting game, just like Camille said it would be. Clarice herself could hardly even make sense of what was going on when she looked at the field, let alone everything Cam had excitedly explained about it earlier. From what she could understand it had to do with some longstanding intercollegiate rivalry and both teams' star players returning from some sort of hiatus, but whatever Camille said the reason for it was, Clarice could easily see the truth of it right in front of her. Just about the whole crowd seemed to be really getting into it and growing steadily more excited, especially there in the first few rows. And at the same time, Clarice could see just as easily that quite a lot of the crowd was also growing steadily more uncomfortable, especially right there in the front row. But even as the girls there became more and more nervous and restless, their tightly crossed legs starting to bounce irrhythmically, not a single one got up from her seat. They all just sat there and they all just kept holding it, just like Cam said they would.
'Those are the biggest fans, there in the front row,' she'd explained earlier, while they watched those girls in colorful miniskirts take their seats, 'so they're gonna be our best shot at getting results.' Clarice had nodded along. She recognized most of the girls there from the parking lot when they'd been drinking before the game, and almost all of them from the ticket line when they'd participated in the 'taste test', so she could easily picture just what was happening inside those girls' bodies. Even as they all sat down, all ready to enjoy the game, their kidneys would be all ready to send all the excess hydration from all they had to drink right through their ureters and right into their bladders. Then the formula could do its work, and before long they would all have their samples all ready. That just left the question of how many of those girls would actually end up delivering those samples to the collection apparatus in the parking lot. Cam had laughed off that concern, however, saying, 'Don't worry. Like I just said, they're the biggest fans.'
Then she'd explained that too. 'See, the stadium has nowhere near enough bathrooms. I guess the designers decided to like almost double the seating capacity at the last minute or something, but they couldn't double everything else when they did, so now there's always a big line at almost every game.' Clarice had nodded again, starting to understand. Of course if the stadium had a little too much seating capacity and not quite enough bathroom capacity it would end up having a really big line at all the bathrooms, especially when it was filled almost to capacity like this one was right now. 'Anyway, the fans that are at all the games know all about the lines, so they know there's no way to go for a bathroom break without missing at least a few plays.' Of course having to wait in a line like that during the game would mean missing something, and of course a sports fan wouldn't want to have to miss anything, especially any of a game that was as exciting as this one seemed to be. So if those girls in the front row were the biggest sports fans, then of course every one of them wouldn't want to get up to take a bathroom break if she could possibly help it. 'The way this game is going, those girls definitely won't want to miss a single play,' Cam had concluded with a self-satisfied smirk, 'so they'll definitely want to keep holding it.'
That was the real purpose of Cam's experimental design, and the real reason they were here at the stadium. They could provide every volunteer with the formula along with plenty of juice to send it into her bladder where it could get to work, but it was the game itself that provided that volunteer with the motivation to keep it there in her uncomfortably full bladder and resist the resulting discomfort while it did its work. So now, just like Tara when she ended up stuck in the middle of her final with her bladder rapidly filling up and she just had to keep holding it and holding it, every one of those girls there in the front row was going to end up stuck in the middle of the very exciting game right when her bladder was filling right up, and she was just going to have to keep holding it and holding it and holding it. Clarice just had to sympathize with them after watching everything that Tara went through, and especially after going through the same thing herself.
After their breakthrough in the lab and once they'd analyzed Cam's 'verification' sample, the two of them had gone back to the lounge to discuss everything, and to wait until Clarice was ready to produce her own 'verification' sample. Mostly they were brainstorming the next experiment to test their theories, and for a while that was enough to keep her comfortably distracted. Except apparently brainstorming wasn't quite as distracting as lab work, and she already had to go pretty bad and it just kept getting worse and worse until before long she had to go really bad and she could hardly concentrate on brainstorming at all. Again and again she found herself picturing what was going on inside her, all the excess hydration from all those energy drinks she had earlier flowing right through her kidneys into her bladder, and her bladder stretching and swelling as it filled up, triggering the stretch receptors that were making her more and more uncomfortable. For a while Cam kept on brainstorming and coming up with her experimental design all by herself, well after Clarice was hardly even listening anymore, until at last she fell silent too and only watched as Clarice squirmed and struggled as hard as she could to just keep holding it.
The more she thought about it the more she found herself sympathizing with all the volunteers that were going through the same thing right now, more and more of them starting to squirm, rocking forward and back in their seats, their tightly crossed legs bouncing more and more restlessly even as she watched. When that girl at the far end of the front row leaned over again and said something to the girl next to her, this time Clarice could only imagine that she was saying 'I really gotta go'. She was starting to suspect that particular girl might not be quite motivated enough deliver her sample to the parking lot after all, no matter how big a sports fan she might be. It was only going to keep getting worse, after all, and there would be a convenient break pretty soon, halfway through the game. Clarice had to expect that girl and probably quite a few of the others in the front rows there might just decide to take their chances and hope they could get through the line and use the bathroom and get back without missing too much of the game.
She kept waiting and kept watching, and sure enough it just kept getting worse all over the stadium and especially there in the first few rows. By the time the teams started to leave the field it seemed like almost every girl there was squirming at least a little. Clarice fully expected to see quite a few of those girls get up and hurry to join the lines at the bathrooms, maybe even most of them. But to her surprise and confusion not a single one did. She was leaning over toward Cam to say something about it when she was interrupted by a fresh wave of cheering.
It was the cheerleaders, filing out of the locker room and lining up right near the middle of the field, along with some new music. "The squad always puts on a pretty good halftime show," Cam was saying. "And I think they might have something special planned for today." Of course. This was the halftime show that the cheerleaders were about to perform. Because the break was called halftime, now she remembered. "I hope so anyway. If it's good enough they could even help us out a little." Clarice nodded, starting to understand. It looked like most of the audience was willing to miss the halftime show in exchange for the chance to take a badly needed bathroom break, even those who'd been putting it off until now. But the 'biggest sports fans' there in the first few rows all seemed to be fans of the halftime show too. Only a few from the third and maybe the second rows were getting up, and none at all from the first.
They all just sat there and kept squirming and kept holding it, watching the cheerleaders and their show just as intently as they watched the game, even though Clarice could tell almost all of them had to be really uncomfortable by now. And when the cheerleaders' show got to its big finale the girls there scooted forward like they were about to jump up as soon as it was over, and Clarice had to imagine they were all getting ready to dash for the bathrooms in the hopes of getting there and back in time for the second half of the game. Sure enough, as soon as the cheerleaders were finished and the crowd started to cheer the entire front row leaped up all at once, except instead of hurrying away the girls all jumped on top of their seats and raised their pom-poms over their heads and gave a cheer of their own.
They were dancing, Clarice realized after a moment of confusion. Standing on their chairs like that they could only sort of hop in place and twist around and shake those pom-poms they'd pulled out from under their seats, but still they were putting on a show just like the cheerleaders just did. "Oh wow," Cam said with a laugh, "I guess this is what I heard about. It wasn't the cheerleaders, it was those fans that had something special planned." Clarice nodded, understanding right away. It explained why they were all wearing miniskirts, for one thing, and it explained why there were only girls there in the front row. Those girls must have planned everything out in advance, especially to have brought those pom-poms in and stashed them under their seats, and even their outfits must have been selected specifically to resemble the cheerleaders' costumes, she could see now. Their tiny little colorful miniskirts looked just like the cheerleaders' except a little lighter and shorter, and their tight colorful tops looked like the cheerleaders' except a bit tighter and more low-cut. And when a few of the girls started doing high kicks she could see that even their very colorful underwear looked a little like the cheerleaders' costumes' underwear too, except a lot tinier and skimpier.
Apparently the audience noticed that too, and they seemed to really appreciate the sight because they were cheering even more than before. That encouraged the girls to keep kicking even more and even higher, until just about every one was flashing her skimpy little panties. "They sure don't mind giving the crowd what they want," Cam was still laughing as the cheers went up, and she grinned with satisfaction as the show wound down and the cheers faded. "And I think they just gave us what we want, too." Clarice winced in sympathy as she looked again and understood. Those girls in the front row were sitting back down, and she noticed one petite girl with a cute but sort of mousy look sitting right near the end glance over her shoulder, only to turn back around with a very nervous expression when she saw what the lines looked like now. Those lines were longer than ever, and with the halftime break almost over there was simply no way that girl or anyone else could get in line now without missing most of the rest of the game.
"She missed her chance," Clarice muttered. That petite girl definitely had to go pretty bad, and the halftime break was the best chance she was going to get, but she just missed it. "They all missed their chance." Just about all the other girls in the front row there had to go just about that bad too, since they'd all been holding it the entire first half of the game. And now that they'd all just missed the chance to go at the halftime break, they were all going to have to just keep holding it.
"I know. It's even better than I expected," Cam looked up, still grinning. "I was just hoping we wouldn't lose them all at halftime, but thanks to that halftime show of theirs we didn't lose any." Clarice nodded along, with a slight grimace at how Cam had put it. "Since those are the biggest fans they're at every game so they know all about the stadium's bathroom situation," she went on. "So every one of them knows better than to try to wait in line, except maybe at halftime if she really has to go." She giggled again. "And I guess when they planned their little bonus halftime show for today, they just weren't planning that anyone would have to go that bad." With a fresh grin she concluded, "They all planned to just hold it until the end of the game, and now they have to go really bad but they just have to hold it anyway."
Watching it now, Clarice had to admit that it looked like Cam was right, and she had to shudder with sympathy too. None of the girls in the front row made any move to get up, and only a couple of them even glanced back at the lines, even as the evidence of their discomfort returned just like before and just kept getting worse. She looked down and focused on one and then another, and from every girl she saw some kind of sign. That girl there, bouncing in her seat with restless energy. That girl a few seats down, perched on it stiffly and keeping very still. Both of the girls beside her were rocking steadily back and forth, and all the way at the end one girl was outright squirming. After a second that girl turned to her friend, and Clarice could practically hear her saying 'I gotta go so bad.'
She couldn't help but sympathize with what they were all going through, and she couldn't help but think back and remember what it was like when she went through it herself. Sitting in the break room and squirming as she tried to listen to Cam going on about her experimental design. And then just sitting and squirming and squeezing as she struggled to keep holding it and holding it. Really she didn't even need to keep holding it anywhere near as long as she did just for verification, but every time she thought about just popping the cap off her sample cup and just letting go already she found herself thinking about Tara, and she just couldn't do it.
Because poor Tara never had that option, she never had a sample cup with her so she never even had a choice. She was stuck there taking her final and the whole time she just had to keep holding it, and then after that she had to keep holding it the whole way back to the health center. She ended up holding it just about as long as she possibly could, until her poor bladder was so incredibly full that it must have been almost unbearable, just to safely deliver her precious sample. And she never even knew anything about how precious that sample really was. They only discovered that afterward, and they owed the breakthrough to Tara and everything she went through. Thinking about it that way, it felt like Clarice owed it to Tara to go through the same thing herself and hold it as long as she could.
That was the motivation she needed the other day when she sat there in the break room squirming and squeezing, and it seemed like today the game itself was the motivation the sports fans needed while they sat there struggling and squirming in the front row. Almost all of the first three rows were clearly squirming now, or at least beginning to, and almost all the rest were clearly trying very hard not to, sitting very stiffly and keeping very still in contrast to the restlessness all around. "Wow, this is going so great. I can hardly believe it," Camille muttered without looking away. "And the game is getting so exciting, nobody's gonna want to miss any of it." Clarice nodded agreement. She wasn't even watching the game or trying to make any sense out of it anymore, but watching the audience and especially the girls in the front rows told her all she could want to know about how exciting it was, just by seeing how very bad those girls had to go. Because every girl that was still sitting there and still holding even when she clearly had to go that bad was clearly determined to just keep holding it just as long as she had to.
At least that shouldn't be too much longer. By her estimation and what she remembered of the schedule Cam showed her earlier there had to be less than a quarter of the game left, as long as it didn't go over the time like she said it could. Clarice really hoped that it wouldn't, and the girls all over the stadium squirming and struggling had to be hoping the same thing. All but the most stubbornly determined girls were squirming openly now, and when Clarice noticed one of them starting to tremble she looked and suddenly found herself watching at the very moment that girl's determination faltered, her composure cracked, then crumbled, and all at once she was squirming just as badly as everyone all around her. She watched the same thing happen to more and more of them, one by one, until there was just a single girl left, right there in the middle of the front row stubbornly sitting very stiff and mostly still.
She was a particularly tall girl with particularly striking bright red hair, and she was already trembling and clenching her fists and crossing her legs as tightly as she could. Her lips were pressed together in a tight little line, her face scrunching up in intense concentration and turning almost the same color as her hair. She was doing just about everything she could without joining the squirming all around her. "It's just perfect," Cam murmured. "I was actually a little worried at first, mostly about the juice. But it looks like I got the blend just right after all. If anything it was maybe even a little extra." She chuckled gently, and Clarice nodded absently at that before she thought about it and frowned.
"Uh, the blend...?" she started, slightly confused. "I thought, um, isn't it just ordinary juice?"
"Oh yeah, it's just juice" Cam nodded. "I mixed it myself. Cherry and raspberry and apple, a little cranberry. And plenty of watermelon." Clarice nodded again, more slowly, but after a moment she remembered something. Watermelon. And apple too, and maybe cranberry although she wasn't so sure about that. Really she'd only glanced through a couple papers about it, but the exact research results weren't really the important part, and now she remembered just what it was about those fruits.
"Diuretics..." she breathed, the meaning of what she'd realized becoming clear to her even as she said it. "They're... diuretics." She couldn't quite remember the mechanism of action just now, except that it was maybe better classified at least to some extent as an aquaretic effect, but that wasn't the important part either. Apple juice and especially watermelon juice were both natural diuretics, and when those volunteers took their samples they all drank a nice big dose of that juice along with it, and some of them even got a double dose. Including, she suddenly remembered quite clearly, a certain redheaded girl.
She was still looking down at the front row, where that same redhead was now sitting stiffly and trembling and struggling. And between the memory of that girl drinking her juice before and the sight of that girl suffering the consequences now, Clarice's found her mind filling in the details of what happened since then. The redhead girl reaching her seat, the drinks she had with her friends in the parking lot just starting to flow through her kidneys just as she sat down with her friends to enjoy the game. And then while she sat there, the juice she drank along with her sample adding to the flow, and at the same time the diuretic action of that juice gently coaxing her kidneys to increase the flow a little, and then a little more. With all the juice she had to drink, it wouldn't have taken long at all until her kidneys were flowing at full blast and sending all that excess hydration pumping through her ureters and pouring right into her bladder, all while she just sat there and tried to ignore the steadily worsening discomfort. But her kidneys just kept flowing, her bladder just kept filling up, until it was just too full to ignore and all the redhead girl could do was just sit there trembling and struggling and trying as hard as she could just to keep from squirming.
But she couldn't. Even as Clarice watched, the redhead girl's trembling turned into a sudden shudder and her expression seemed to shift from determination into dismay, and she shifted position just slightly and just like that she was squirming. The entire front row was squirming, every single girl there quite clearly suffering her own intense distress from her own incredibly full bladder. Their squirming and struggling was just impossible to suppress and totally impossible to hide, so completely obvious that the entire front row might as well have been squealing all together at the top of their lungs 'I gotta go!!!'
It was an unbelievable sight, and Clarice just stared, hardly blinking, until suddenly she was snapped out of it by a wave of noise from all around. She jerked in surprise and looked around as the stadium erupted with cheering. Just about everyone was cheering, from the front rows to all the way up here where she was, including Camille right next to her. "They won!" Cam turned to shout at her over the noise, although even Clarice had realized that much. The game was over and the home team had won, so all the fans were cheering for them. "That was so awesome!" She sat back down, still giddy with excitement, and raised her binoculars again. "The whole game was totally awesome. And it looks like they all thought so too." She was looking down at the front row, and Clarice looked down too at the girls there, some laughing and others jumping for joy while a few hugged each other. And all their excitement and victorious exultation was only adding a whole new level to their already urgent distress.
Those two girls there laughing were just about doubled over with their hands jammed between their legs, and when that girl there landed from her little jump the little jolt made her eyes go wide and she doubled over too. Another girl that was even more excited and imprudently tried to jump even higher let out a little squeal when she landed and suddenly dropped into a crouch, and those two girls hugging each other were doing so with one arm and had the other hand squeezed between their legs, just like at least half of the other girls around them had at least one hand between their legs too. The cheers were fading now and all over the audience people were getting up to leave, and after a few more moments of celebrating the girls in the front row started lining up and leaving, still squeezing and squirming and struggling as hard as ever.
"Come on. We should hurry," Cam took her hand, snapping her out of it as she led the way up the steps. "We can see a little better from up here." There was a sort of balcony area all the way at the top of the stadium, with nobody else there at all just now because it was too small for any seats. As they got up there and raised their binoculars together Clarice realized it really did have an even better view and they could see just about the entire stadium like this. "Good, they're on the way out," observed Cam. The line of girls from the front row was slowly pushing through the crowd and making their way around the curve of the stadium toward the main exit, hardly even glancing at the much longer line at the nearest bathroom as they passed it. The girls themselves were drawing plenty of glances from all around, of course, as those in the crowd and especially in the line turned to look. Another big group of girls trotted up, also squirming and bouncing noticeably as they got into line, only to stop and stare wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the extraordinary sight passing by. Because right now that entire group of highly dedicated college sports fans in tiny colorful miniskirts was acting just like a group of little girls that were trying as hard as they could just to keep from totally wetting their little panties.
"Just another minute or two now," Cam was saying. "They just have to make it to the parking lot and we'll have all the samples we could want." Candice nodded anxiously, although she couldn't quite share Cam's show of confidence. She watched the girls approach the stadium's lobby area, with the main entrance that led right out to the parking lot. And she watched their faces, their expressions, all of them just like the expressions of little girls that were right on the brink of totally wetting their little panties. Just looking at their faces like that one by one she could practically hear them all squealing just like little girls, 'I gotta go!', and 'I really gotta go!!', or 'I gotta go so so sooo bad!!!', and then 'I can't believe how bad I gotta go!!!!', and even 'I gotta go *RIGHT NOW*!!!!!'. At last they came around the corner and hurried into the lobby and saw it, and suddenly came to a stop. One by one they stopped right in their tracks, their expressions suddenly shifting as the saw the lobby, with the main entrance and the main bathrooms, and the absolutely enormous line.
'Oh no...' she could see it written right there on all those faces, as all at once the agonized yet eloquent squealing there was replaced by that little whimper of horrified dread. The last of the group came around the corner and the last of the girls saw the huge line there in front of the girls' room, filled with girls squirming and squeezing and struggling to hold it. It snaked back and forth across the lobby and out the other side, disappearing out of sight around the curve of stadium so that it was impossible to even see the end. And for those girls standing there and looking at it, their dread and horror blossoming into despair, that line might as well have been endless. 'Oh no... I- I can't...' those expressions seemed to squeak. A few of them were looking around frantically, hoping to somehow find something that might save them, anything that might give them a way out. But there was nothing to be found, even the boys' room had a line stretching out the door, and the main entrance out to the parking lot were so far away they might as well have been in another time zone. Clarice caught sight of the redhead girl from earlier, with a glint of panic in her eyes and that expression still on her face, the expression of someone perched right on the brink and tipping, sliding, starting to tumble helplessly into total despair. It looked just like the expression of a little girl at just the moment that she finally realized she just couldn't make it, she just didn't have a choice, she just couldn't help it, and she really was just about to totally wet her little panties, because she just couldn't hold it.
The despair seemed to sweep over them like a wave, and all those girls gave a little shudder as their expressions shifted entirely into sheer horrified despair that all squealed 'I can't...' But before they could finish that silent cry the redhead girl whipped her head around and cried out aloud, and instead of 'I can't hold it!' what she said was simply "There!", and she started to run for it.
The way she was running, on her tiptoes with her thighs still squeezed together and her hands still between them, she still looked very much like a little girl that was very much in danger of wetting her little panties at any moment and was running as fast as she could to make it to the bathroom before it was too late. Except now the redhead girl herself wasn't running for the bathroom at all. "Huh? Wait, what-" Cam had time to cry out in confusion and sudden alarm as she saw where the redhead was running, with a couple of the other girls already running close behind. The parking lot was right there outside the main entrance, where they'd set up all those portable toilets last night, and Cam had simply expected that the girls who had to go the worst would be hurrying there now, to those port-a-potties that were now their only hope of making it in time, as well as the one way for them to safely deliver their samples. But the redhead wasn't running there at all. She never even looked at the entrance, had probably never even noticed the port-a-potties out there and never even realized there was anywhere left that she could go. When she cried out and started running, the 'there' that the redhead was looking at was just a sort of little alley in between the girls' bathroom and the boys' bathroom, just a little bit of space that was left over and didn't even have the concrete floor of the rest of the stadium, just bare dirt and a little gravel. But just now that was just what she needed, and as soon the redhead girl got there she reached under her tiny miniskirt and pulled down her tiny panties and dropped into position, and just like that she just let go.
"Aawww!" Cam shouted in frustration as soon as she saw it, and enough of the bystanders standing in line or just passing by made similar surprised exclamations that the two of them could even hear it from up here. With all that noise they definitely couldn't hear the redhead's long moaning sigh, or the softer noise that what she was doing there was making, but they could see what she was doing just fine. And after a moment when she tilted her head back and let her eyes flutter closed they could even see her face and the expression of sheer bliss that blossomed there as the wave of intense relief washed over her. Clarice found herself thinking it was just like the expression that a little girl might make at the moment that she finally let go after she just barely made it, after she just barely managed to hold it just barely long enough to just barely keep from wetting her little panties. And at the same time, Clarice also couldn't help but think that what the redhead girl was doing just now looked nothing at all like any little girl, because there was nothing at all little about the mighty gusher pouring from under her miniskirt.
There was just no other word for it. The sheer power of that slender sparkling stream and the long graceful arc that it made as it shot out and passed between her legs and even the way it splashed onto the ground in front of her feet to form a little swirling puddle, it all reminded Clarice of nothing so much as a miniature geyser. And when she thought about it just a bit the analogy suddenly seemed particularly apt, that of a fluid-filled reservoir under internal pressure that grew and grew until it couldn't be contained any longer and at last erupted spectacularly. Because that girl's 'personal reservoir' really was filled to the brim with her 'personal fluid' and it really was under pressure from her detrusor and held inside only by her 'personal squeezing'. And the pressure just grew and grew until it was just unbearable, and the girl decided she just couldn't stand to keep holding it any longer, and as soon as she found just a bit of privacy and got her clothes out of the way she just let go of all that pressure and it just burst out, in a tiny but still spectacular 'personal eruption'.
And watching that eruption from high above, Clarice was suddenly struck by what it really meant and her face fell to match Cam's and she whispered, "her sample..." More girls were running up beside the redhead now, joining her there in the alley and reaching under their tiny miniskirts for their tiny panties, pulling them down or just pulling them to the side, and just like that they were all letting go. "Their samples..." Clarice's face fell even more as she watched it, all the girls from the front row crowding in together, all their mighty gushing streams bursting out and flowing freely, all their precious samples spilling out all over the ground.
"No way!" Cam cried out in petulant disbelief, "All of them!? And they were so close, too." She pouted, and Clarice sighed. Down there by the bathrooms she watched a few girls from the line hurrying over to hold up a couple of their coats in front of the alley, apparently in the hopes of preserving whatever modesty all the girls squatting there might have left. Then a girl from the line suddenly got out of line and ran over into the alley too, apparently pushed over the edge by the hissing and splashing sounds all those streams were making and left with no other choice but to join them and add her own stream. Another girl did the same, and then another, and Clarice started to think it would maybe be polite to look away. "It was just a little bit farther. Just a little bit longer!" Cam was saying. "Why couldn't they just hold it a litt-"
"It's your own fault, you know," she looked away and lowered her binoculars to fix Cam with a skeptical glare, which Cam returned with indignation. Clarice went on, "You should've realized something like this might happen if you just bothered to think it all the way through." Once again, just like Clarice was afraid of, Cam once again hadn't quite thought through all the details of her experimental design. Clarice herself might not have seen it before either, but thinking about it now she could see exactly where everything went wrong.
The first part of the plan worked out just perfectly, of course. With all those girls waiting in line they had plenty of volunteers who took their formula and signed their forms, and they all walked into the stadium with the formula in their systems. So when those volunteers took their seats to watch the game the formula was already passing through their kidneys and trickling into their bladders, helped along by Cam's selection of mildly diuretic juices. Then the game itself helped keep it there, keeping the volunteers motivated to stay in their seats and keep watching even as their bladders started to become uncomfortably full. And even when the halftime break gave them all a chance to get up and most of the volunteers took the chance to visit the bathroom, the ones in the front row stayed for their 'unofficial halftime show' and ended up missing their chance and just had to keep holding it. And after that the game just kept getting more and more exciting, so all those sports fans couldn't bear to miss any of it and they had to just keep holding it and holding it, until by the end of the game their bladders were just incredibly full and they could hardly hold it at all. And that was when things started to go wrong.
They all had to go so very bad and their bladders all had to be so very very full that their samples were sure to be just extraordinary, just like Cam must have been hoping all along. And they got up and headed straight for the bathroom, just like Cam must have been planning for them to. But when they got to the bathroom and saw the enormous line there, far too long for any of them to ever hope to get through, they didn't keep going to the parking lot and the collection apparatus like Cam must have been expecting. If she just thought it through she might have realized that girls who had to go so very bad after holding it for so very very long weren't going to take the time to try to remember the port-a-potties they might vaguely recall seeing out there hours earlier, and they certainly weren't in any state to go searching for a bathroom either. In that state, as soon as those girls saw that line they must have felt their last flickering hopes of making it to the bathroom suddenly flicker out completely, leaving only undeniable and utterly merciless biological reality. Their poor bladders were just so unbearably full, and being so cruelly squeezed by their involuntary detrusors that they really were in immediate danger of involuntarily emptying themselves, and faced with that absolutely unthinkable possibility, those girls simply did the only thing that they could. They ran into the alley and they pulled down their panties and they all just let go, and just like that the extraordinary samples they had worked so hard to prepare came pouring out and spilled all over the ground. "Face it, Cam," she concluded after thinking it all through. "Your experiment was just poorly designed."
Cam glared back, her face growing flushed and her mouth tightening in an even bigger pout as she tried to come up with a response. "It's not over yet!" she managed eventually. "There's still some of them left. They could still make it!"
"Maybe so," Claire said with a shrug, raising her binoculars for another look. A sizable crowd was beginning to gather by the alley, some girls murmuring in sympathy while others snickered with derision and most of the guys were just trying to sneak a peek through the improvised curtain. Some other girls just pushed right past while pointedly ignoring both the alley and the crowd, and it looked like they were maybe headed to the parking lot where they would maybe find the apparatus set up there in time for it to maybe collect at least a few samples today. Some of the girls even looked uncomfortable enough that their samples might provide useful results, although certainly nothing like the samples that were forming those swirling puddles and joining into one big puddle while they all soaked into the ground of that alley. "I hope some of the make it at least, but we can't count on them now." If they were going to get a sample that could support their hypothesis, they were going to have to start over. But maybe not quite all the way over.
"We'll pick up those samples later, like we planned. But in the meantime we should get another experiment ready." She put the binoculars away and started back down the steps, Cam following along sullenly. "Your general design should be usable with a little work. And I think I've already got some ideas of how to improve it." |
Content warning: there is VERY LIGHT BDSM in this multichaptered story, a (mostly mild?) bit of pee tasting/drinking, power exchange, CNC, submission/domination but it's implied that characters are roleplaying or overstating themselves, but also there is love, smooches, intimacy and such sweet things...
It's a story I may continue a lot, I like it.
Chloe is a blond girl in her middle 20s, she's in the strength of adulthood, she is fit as she don't stay one week before doing sports. She always wears leggings and tight shirts, as she knows everyone can't stop looking at her. She really likes that, and she's bi, so she don't only wanna boys attention, she wanna have girls too. She likes racecars, bikes, sports and all. She is really strong at some strategic videogames. She also plays guitar a bit.
Nora is a redhead woman soon going on her 40, she's well over adulthood now, she is plump as she is a bit overweight, but it's fine, as she is very beautiful anyway. She wears motherly clothes, like women of her age, even that she have kids, they are adults as she got them early around 19 and 20 years old, and they are living their lives now, studying in college or working, whatever. She is divorced, and when she started a new job at a store to feed herself as she left her exhusband when he cheated on her, she felt on Chloe, who was shopping stuff, and when Chloe seen her cuteness, she couldn't resist but jumping on the occasion to seduce her.
Now it's 1 year and a half they're together.
Today, Chloe is wearing a black shortskirt and a white shirt, and her girlfriend wears a dress, over their swimsuits, which Chloe's is a red two pieces, and Nora's is dark blue one piece. They're smiling and having fun right now. They're enjoying a nice icecream, half layed on two tanning beds, the feet in the air, the sea waving far from them maybe 50 meters away. It's a sunny day, but it's a bit cold to go in water, still, it's nice to rest and relax anyway.
"It's so nice to have you with me." Chloe says.
"It is really relaxing. Just laying there, doing nothing but taking sunbaths..." Nora adds.
They lick some icecream before stopping to talk again.
"I'm opening one of our Ice Tea can okay?" Says Chloe.
"Of course. Do." She respond.
She grabs the bag and take out an orange colored can. She open the locker and start drinking loudly. Nora watches her, filling her belly with sugar juices, and that makes her remind something. She have to pee. Not too much, but still, she is gonna have to go before the end of the day. Maybe she can hold it 40 minutes more, but she isn't certain about anything.
She finishes her icecream and lean a hand near the can.
"Can you share with me please?" She asks shyly.
"Of course babygirl, with pleasure." Chloe respond, smiling.
She watch her love drinking and drowning her thirst with the soda can, that sensation of her feeling nice with her satisfy Chloe so much. After a tiny bit, the mature woman stop drinking.
"Come-on, don't be shy." She says smiling.
"Alright, thank you." She respond.
She drinks a little more, which makes her bladder more and more awake, and she's more and more aware of her need. After a while she stops, then she licks the sugar off of her lips.
"I'm gonna finish it." Replies Chloe.
She drink more and more until the last drops, then put it back in the bag. The pressure in Nora's belly is building up, quite fast as usual. She've been to the restroom 2 or 3 hours ago, but her bladder starts to be in need again. Chloe stretches and get up. She gather her towel she was laying on and stuff.
"Are you going with me I wanna go to the pavilion?" She asks.
"Yes right, I need to go to the restroom soon." She confess.
They walk until an aley with small camping houses. They get inside theirs, and coming through the kitchen, Chloe grab Nora's hands. She lean in close to her, and she start to kiss her.
Nora let out deep sigh in the moment of affection, before trying to stop her.
"Darling... I know what you want but... I need to go..." She mumble, kissed by her girlfriend.
"That's what I wanna hear. Let's go in the bedroom okay?" She says.
The young woman leads her until they could climb on the bed. The clever girl makes her lay against a pillow.
"I wanna you, to tell me, how much you need to go right now." She says softly in her neck.
She kisses her there, which makes her shivers. Her bladder makes important signals by that point and she whines a bit, but her girlfriend likes that a lot.
"I really gotta go darling, you can't even know how much, I'm even afraid to wet the bed in the next minutes if you stay active on me like that." She says.
"More... I wanna hear more of your needs." She whisper in her ear.
Chloe start to gently touches here and there, teasing her barely touching her.
"No, don't tease me please, I want more..." She mumbles in a needy voice.
"If I give you more you promise me to not wet the bed okay?" She says.
"Darling, you know I won't be able to hold it... Last time you endedup getting all wet having your face down there. I'm almost leaking already..." She squirms although she exaggerate her actual need a tiny bit to excite her more.
Even if it is Chloe that initiated their little wet holding roleplaying game at first, Nora couldn't be more excited by the situation, and is almost more into it than the one who introduced her to that sports. Having to go always makes her tingles down there, she really likes the teases and the slight rubs her lover is giving her now.
After a while whining and moaning by her, Chloe cease to do such things to Nora.
"I wanna play a new game I've dreamed about last night. I've seen at my crotch that I've fucking cum in my sleep when I waked up." She says in a eager tone.
"What is it?" She asks shyly.
"It's simple. When I say go, you go. When I say stop, you stop. Is that okay with you?" She asks.
"Oh, okay... I mean I'll try." She respond. "Tell me more about your game."
"I won't actually punish you too much in that game, I'm gonna make you pee in a bottle or a glass, and when I'll want, I'll get it away from you. Of course I'll prevent you, if not it's unfair. But the important thing for you is that if you can't hold, well, you're gonna have to wear the clothes you've wet. It could be jeans, leggings, panties, swimsuits, tights, all at once, I'll decide everyday what you're gonna wear okay?"
"That's so nice. I like it. But it's gonna be so hard to stop if I actually need to go. Could I wear one of your pads or somesort inside my panties under the glass or such?" Nora asks
"Oh right, that's a good idea for somedays. But I may pee in the pad a bit before you wear it, I don't wanna you to relieve yourself too much in them without my consent. Don't worry, you have to trust me, it's a game of confidence. I would like to control your bladder entirely too. So you would not pee ever as soon as you don't have my oral permission. I wanna be able to see everytime it falls from your delicious slit babygirl." Chloe says in her naughty smile.
"Your words making me fucking horny right now." She respond.
"Okay, don't move, I'll comeback soon." She says as she get up.
When she come back in the room she have a leggings and a plastic box in her hands.
"I want you to wear this, and to stand on your knees right here on the bed okay?" She order her.
"Yes miss." Nora respond.
She execute herself, changing her swimsuit to the legging, being now topless. Chloe seize her by her waist and kisses her belly, her breasts, and her mouth for a bit, before getting still.
"Can I pull you cloth down?" She asks.
"Yes darling." She accepts.
"Thank you." She respond.
Chloe, with the permission of her girlfriend, pull her pants down, as she have no panties her really truly hairy vulva is exposed, and Chloe is feeling really turned on by now.
"Oh, you're so beautiful... Can I kiss you down there?" She asks, her mouth already watering in prevention of her moves.
"I thought I were at your command now..." She smirks.
"You are at my command. But consent is sexy." She smiles.
"Well you know I have to pee so, don't play dangerous games to be surprised I guess." She says in a bratty tone.
"Oh because you're planning on not obeying me?" She asks to her slightly cheeky babygirl.
"No miss, I won't disobey you." She says shyly, placing her hands on her chin, setting herself to watching her girlfriend, as she almost deserve a good tease day in punishment.
"Alright, that's a good girl. You deserve a bit of tongue now." She tells her, in love with her cuteness.
Chloe comes close to her downparts and she leaves a kiss down there. At the contact of her lips on her secret parts, Nora moan, and she fight herself so much to not grind on her face or push her head against her girlfriend. She would totally break the power exchange game of them, as they are both really excited to this kind of play, letting the otherone take control and dominance. Even if it's mostly Chloe, there is some times Nora can remember grinding on her face like a strong domme she sometimes is, but she manage to hold herself, and behave.
"Oh no you're such a tease..." She whine. "Please more... Please more..."
Chloe finally stick her tongue out and give a lick to the pink pussy she have in face of her, hidden in the middle of the red forest, covering the slit inbetween the plumpish ass and tighs she have.
"How do that feels?" She asks smirking.
"You verywell know how it feels." She says in a pouting voice. "Please more, please miss, I'll be a good girl after that, I promise!" She say loudly whimpering.
"Dear lord, I gotta make you pee before I get too excited." She confess.
Nora smiles to Chloe. It's nice to be submissive to her, she thought, she's very needy so she's not gonna tease you long, you can be a brat with her and 10 seconds after she'll forget it.
Chloe seize the plastic rectangular box, and place it under her girlfriend's bare bottoms. They stay like that for a tiny while and the scene stay still for a bit, until Nora breaks the silence.
"I need to go so much... I don't think I can hold much longer..." She mumbles in sighs.
"No no darling, I didn't told you to go yet." She says.
Chloe watches her girlfriend Nora descending with her hands, she start to hold and rub her crotch with her hands before Chloe changes her mind about it.
"Uh uh uh, no hands." She restrict her. "Like your bladder, I'm the only one able to command what happens down here okay?"
"Mhhh." She pouts in a falsely angry face, dying flushed. "Rubbing myself helps me holding." She declared.
"Yes I know that." She smirks.
Nora get her hands back up around her neck or her chin in the cutest sub style she knows well how to do, then Chloe replace more correctly the box underneath her.
"Okay. Go." She order.
The next second a thin trickle make a bridge between Nora and the plastic box. The sound of the material receiving the liquid is a very exciting music to Chloe. She can feel her bikini is fully wet now.
"Go faster you're making it splashing everywhere!" She grumble as her shirt and skirt get a bit wet.
"I can't I'm stressing so much for when you're going to make me stop." She admit.
A tiny bit while happens.
"Stop." She order firmly.
"Ohhh. Uhhh." She moans when she tries to slow down the flow.
Nora successfully stopped the flood. Her hairs are wet but her legging is still dry for now.
"You don't get the box away?" She asks in surprise, in her very stressed tone, trying to not leak a second pee trickle.
"Yeah, it's only the first time for you. Be happy about it." She warns her.
"Yes, yes, I'm very thankfull miss, thank you so much." She adds, trying to correct herself.
"Fine. Go." She orders.
After a tiny while, Nora find the strength to relax and the trickle start again, more forcefully this time. Chloe rapidly get the box up enough so the liquid don't splash all around, and the sound of the relieve is a bless to her ears.
"Come-on babygirl that's it, let it go... That's it..." She moan in excitement.
"Ohhh. Sooo gooood." She mumbles. "I think I'm almost empty yet."
The flow slows down. Chloe grabs the shelter of the platic box and closes it. Before a drop could fall on the leggings or on the bed, she let her tongue out and lick her pussy from bottom to the top. Nora shivers in the sentation.
"Ohhh, your tongue is so soft mistress." She says.
"You taste good. Very good babygirl. I'll be right back." She adds.
She gets up and get rid of the box letting it in the sink of the kitchen, then she quickly get naked.
"Darling?" She says entering the room. "Are you ready for a real oral work now?"
"You're done teasing me?" She asks shyly.
"Yeah. I wanna eat you right where you're at." She says.
She climb back on the bed and lead her half naked girlfriend to make her laying her head against a nice and comfortable pillow.
"Are you comfortable darling?" She asks.
"Yes." She assure, as she is.
"Don't hold yourself okay? I know sometimes I say I wanna edge you, but you're playing my game, so I wanna pleasure you."
"It's fine, I like watersports too now, maybe more than you." She confesses. "But I'm really okay if you're not going to tease me."
"Alright." She respond. |
Warning: a bit of ageplay, sexual intercourse, and golden showers.
The sun rises slowly. Chloe is on top of her girlfriend, kissing her belly. Nora finally awakes after minutes, softly. Actually Chloe was up early and got back into bed before she wake up.
"Good morning mommy." She says in a soft voice.
"Oh, good morning little one." She replies. "Looks like you've felt into babymode again huh?"
"You didn't took care of my needs mommy. You let me when you felt asleep just when I tasted you. I know you're tired after the day we've spend together, but it's really mean mommy." She pout.
"Oh really... Is that it? My little darling is in heat it looks like huh?" She smirks.
Chloe gets up, and she's still naked. Her pussy is wet and her face is flustered.
"I couldn't sleep enough this night mommy. It was impossible. My aching clit was throbbing all night, it was endless. I was so angry at you mommy. You let me alone. That's why I had to tie you to the bed, so you would learn?" She declares.
Nora looks around her, she's still naked too, just like she slept like yesterday. She isn't tied or restricted, so she looks at her a bit surprised.
"Hum." She doubt.
"Yes you are tied to the bed now right?" She asks, before she winks at her.
Nora get her hands at each side of the bed, but she didn't need to spread her legs any wider, as Chloe is kneeling between them.
"Oh yeah, I'm so tied up, I can't move at all, I'm afraid you're gonna be able to use me so well." She start playing with her.
"Also mommy, I didn't get my morning pee, and I'm holding for a bit long time now, so I guess it will just come out whenever I'm gonna grind on you..." She says in a naughty tone.
"But sweetie, what are you going to grind on, if I'm tied here?" She asks playfully. "You can't use my hands right now..."
"That's why I brought this." She says.
Chloe turn around and grab something. It's a double-ended dildo, a tiny bit soft, longish enough for what she's planning to do.
"Oh I see, but mommy gonna take a lot of pleasure with this... Don't you wanna her to whine for your touch?" She asks, wanting to know her actual intentions.
"I said I wanna grind on you, I didn't say you don't have right to take pleasure from it, besides I know you need a bit much work to cum mommy, but since you ask well I'm gonna make me close before riding you." She says playfully.
"Oh no sweetie, mommy was just asking to know if she's going to be teased or not, that's it, don't change your mind darling really..." Nora says whining.
"Enough yet!" She shout. "Close your mouth mommy!" She adds.
The blond woman gently place the toy at the enter of her girlfriend. Her cunt is so wet, it's dripping on the bed.
"I see I won't need to wet it, mommy." She smiles. "You're ready already."
"Mhhh." She whimper, her mouth shut.
Chloe press on the tool until it enters her, and she moan at the pleasure. She clenches her teeth to not do much noise. Observing that she see she've been not clear with her order sooner.
"Oh no, I didn't meant that way. You can open your mouth, I wanna hear you moan actually. But leave your curiousity aside mommy, unless you want me to be harsh." She precise her wills.
"Thank you little one." She says in moans.
Chloe's holding her crotch, kneeling in front of her deliciouslooking naked girlfriend, needing to go, and she closes her legs sometimes, in the will to not leak too early.
"Mommy's ready for you to shower her with your honey, my love." She sighs.
"Fuck, your words are so exciting." She moans.
Chloe decides it's time, so she get out the toy of her girlfriend, and she lean close to her face.
"Make it wet." She orders firmly.
Nora open her mouth and start to lick the other side of the toy, while Chloe can't help but wander her other hand on her girlfriend's body. She moan by the tender stimulation but not teasing, as Chloe is so excited she can't just tease her.
"Mhhh darling..." She mumbles, her mouth a bit full.
"Yes mommy. You can take the pleasure, it's okay." She says.
Chloe lean unto her breasts and taste them, which makes her lover shivers. Then she get up again and softly slide the toy inside her girlfriend, and herself in front of it.
"Alright, it's time now. I can't hold myself much longer." She declares.
"Yes sweetheart, let go your honey on mommy please, she wants it so bad!" She says.
"Yes mommy, I want it so bad too..." She moans.
She grind on the toy whichs enter her tight, way wet enough pussy, in middle of her dark-blond hairs, mixing unto her very big redheadish bush of Nora's slit, and they start to grind on themselves.
After a time, between moans and wet noises, Chloe get a bit up and get the toy less pressure her pussy, until she's able to relax her muscles. A little trickle start to flow, unto Nora's belly, and she moan at that gift.
She start such, to relieve herself on her lover, and moan in the relief. She tries to feel the most pleasure she can, but it's not enough to make her comes close from orgasm as the liquid stops flowing after she's not been holding that long enough for more of it, so she decide to do something else.
"I'm sorry mommy, I'll have to make you teased a bit." She declares.
She gets herself away of the toy and slowly remove it from her lover's bush, then she stand and grabs another toy. It's a wand, that have a big bubbled head attached to a white plasticish stick, and some lines or rings of pink-purple-ish around it.
Chloe knows her girlfriend isn't rather sensitive to that kind of stimulation, but she'll have to do that anyway, she can't stand anymore after this awfull night, it's too much for her needy butt, so she place the wand downwards her rocking hard clitoris and bend over Nora, and tries to make her good as much as she's going to be herself.
"I'll lick you after I cum I promise, don't worry darling... Just let me ride you so bad..." She tries to speak as she is getting close.
She feels it, she cums, and then she lays on her back in front of her girlfriend, that patiently waited on her to cum before reclaiming anything for her own pleasure.
"Darling are you okay?" Nora asks.
"Yeah, I'm okay." She says, out of roleplay.
"You really did cum hard here huh?" She smirks.
"I hope yes. I was actually not able to sleep all the night at all." She declares.
Nora glance at the room window, the sun is rising, but as it's summer, it could be around six or seven am, so it's not late in the morning.
"Well I can let you rest for a while if you want. Until 10am, I wanna go to the beach again, this day is going to be sunnier and warmer than yesterday."
"Yes okay but wait, what are you going to do exactly?" She asks.
"Well all the tasks I do every morning. Going drink a coffee, then go to the toilet, then take a shower... You know, basics." She explains.
"Alright so couldn't you do like me and go toilet here?" She says.
"But sweetie-" She worries.
"There is a waterproof blanket under the sheets, there is nothing to be worrying about." She reminds her. "Besides I thought you were at my control now. So I order you to climb on me, and let go just bythere. Yes darling. Right now."
She smirks as her subby girlfriend who starts to climb and kneel on her, each knees at a side of her straight layed legs, then she waits a bit.
"I'm waiting babygirl..." She smiles.
"You didn't finish me, my clit is still hard, be patient..." She confesses, trying to concentrate.
Nora does have her morning pee undone yet, so it's possible for her to relax and open her pipes, she tries to satisfy her girlfriend and she finally get to pee, and as she's doing her girlfriend is moaning in pleasure, receiving her honey right from her bush on her own one.
After a nice time, she eventually got empty and the trickle slowed down. She wipes herself by rubbing herself on her love's bush, then she stops before getting too excited.
"Alright, good nap my love." She says, leaving a kiss on her lips. |
The landscape is countrysidish, Nora walks on a highway rest place, endlessly, until she eventually get to the car. She enters it, and sighs.
"I couldn't find any poise pads, there is only basic low tier in this ." She declares.
Her middleaged woman face tells she's quiet annoyed by the strong, burning sunlight, almost making the car melts. Aside of her, on the driver seat, there is Chloe. She turns her head to her, and open her mouth to comfort her.
"It's not a big deal honey. Here, take my towel." She says.
Chloe lifts her butt and grab the towel she was sitting on. She's wearing a white shirt and a black shortskirt, and her girlfriend is wearing a nice dress covered with flowers. Their faces are covered in makeup, they seems prepared for something. Nora grabs the towel and stuff it inbetween her butt and the seat.
"Thanks, I'm gonna need it soon." Nora says, sighing.
Her bladder is not really empty, and by that, I mean she's not going to hold it for more than 30 minutes. Chloe is in a slightly better situation byfar, but it's not gonna stay still for a while. When Nora talks about her need, she sighs.
"I don't think I'll hold it longer than enough to not end wet." She confesses.
"Don't say it, you're making me wanna go too!" Chloe grumbles. "I need rather enough already."
"Oh really. You're not going to make it to the end too huh?" She smiles
"Oh don't say things you're not strong enough to carry babygirl." Chloe smirks.
"Why, what could you possibly do to me here huh?" She giggles.
"Okay, you have been warned." She says smiling.
Chloe gets up of the driver seat and climbs by the transmission bulge between their seat of her middle end 2 seats sportscar and land in between her girlfriend's legs, facing her. She take her hands and start to tickle her, and she reluctantly giggles, before trying to resist to the growing need to pee.
"No miss, I'm sorry, don't tickle me, I'm so sorry, don't, I'm gonna pee myself really!!" She tries to speaks behind her laughs.
She don't stop for now, she continues even and go in direction of her panties, and Nora tries therefor to tickle her downparts in returns too, but she's less efficient than her dominant lover.
"It's not even, you're wearing a pad!" She says, unhappy, gigglishing.
A tiny little patch of wetness appear on her panties, as she feel liquids strongly pushing against her muscles, the tickling is downing her dryness' survive chance.
"Thats it babygirl, let it go, like a good little pee pet you are." She firmly says to her, when she pull up her dress to see the results of her moves on her.
"Oh no, I can't hold it anymore!" She says in a afraid scared tone. "You made me started now I don't know how to stop!"
"Hold it." She orders firmly.
"I can't darling I'm sorry, I can't..." She sighs.
The towel starts absorbing the liquid flowing out of her redbush, her panties overflowing with hairs, that leads more and more honey from the needy to relief cuntbush, right into the towel underneath, right under her miss' eyes.
"Hold it babygirl." She says. "Hold it now."
Nora clenches her muscles as much as she can, but she couldn't. Or actually she tries to seems like she does, so her girlfriend would feel guilty about that. She can't get off her eyes of her dripping panties, so she thinks it's working, she's fooling her.
"I can't miss I'm so sorry I really can't!" She says almost in cries.
"It's alright sweetheart try again, hold it now." She says softly.
Nora could stop peeing, her bladder did got well emptier now. She must needs to go only by half of Chloe's need now.
"Let me see the damage here." Chloe tells her.
"Yes miss." She replies, calming down.
She lifts her butt and her girlfriend inspect her accident. It is not too much to affect the car seats, but the towel won't absorb Chloe's full bladder now, it would be able to do it if Nora didn't peed that much in it and they would share it together, but she lied to her and almost waited to be empty to hold it again.
"You peed too much. You shouldn't have." Chloe says, moody. "I'm fucked now."
"Why?" She asks clueless. "What does it means?"
"I'm not gonna be able to pee enough in it now, silly girl." She sighs.
"But it's okay we are going to reach destination soon right?" She asks in a cute voice.
"There is also the comeback to do afterwards! Ignorant!" She says, at the moment she's a bit angry, so she tries to regain control of her emotions. "The plan was pretty simple. I pee in the towel until my mid bladder when we reach there, then it dries a bit when we are in the concert, then you won't have anyproblem if you wanna be your pee needy self and leak all the comeback, I could have hold it until home in that situation! Now I'm fucked."
She tries to reflects, but plays like she forgot.
"Oh really?" She asks genuinely curious.
"Yes! I could hold my last half meanwhile the concert and for the return I know I'm strong enough for that, I'll be a bit desperate when we'll climb the stairs home but that's it, and since miss fleshy toes is so selfish and pee so much without me telling her to, the towel is almost full already, it won't dries enough for me to use it enough before concert, so I won't be able to hold enough." She rambles in an anxiety voicetone.
"Its okay. I let you keep the pad and the towel for the rest of the trip until home." She proposes.
"Okay." She accepts. "Even if you risk to have a wet patch on your butt?"
"I will take consequences of my leak." She says.
"I will owe you for that. I can be your kitten this evening if you want." She proposes in return.
"Oh yeah, it's been a while. I wanna do that so soon." She says.
After the last 40 minutes of drive, Chloe is desperate by now. She really needs to pee, her bladder didn't relieved from more than 4 hours and they keep drinking to be hydrated enough.
She clenches and unclenches her thighs a bit, gently tapping her knees against eachother, and she can even drive with a hand down there as the car is hybrid, so on electric motor the gears changes aren't needed, and anyway the gearbox is sequential, so there is shift paddles that are made by the wheel when it turns around. She don't need two hands to drive.
They finally comes by the area of the concert. It's a huge concert, something like a tour of the biggest artists of Europe and world, so there is a galaxy of people here.
They park themselves in one of the area lot certainly requested by the managers of the event to have more space.
Chloe turn off the car, and she squirms a bit.
"Are you okay darling?" Her girlfriend says.
"I'm going to pee in the pad and the towel. I'll be squirming when we will get home, but you will have wet yourself already. So let's keep the damage the lowest we can." She explains.
"Can I watch you go please?" Nora asks.
"Yes of course, you are already right?" She replies.
"No I mean being between your legs spread and staring closer down there." She precise herself.
"Oh fuck, you're turning me on so much when you say that, I'd almost cum my pad." She confess.
Nora get up and let her girlfriend get on the passenger seat, as there would not be enough space at the driver's seat. She lifts her black skirt to reveal to her her pink panties, and she can see through the thick white pad in place, even if her dark blond hairs are visible on the top of her pussy up where the pad ends.
"Oh my gosh I really can't hold it longer." Chloe mumbles.
"It's okay, just go." Nora replies.
The next second the blond woman is going, she's letting go her full bladder mindlessly, and it starts to wet the pad, as it does a little noise can be heard, the liquid splashing in the plasticalish material of the poise pad, it's inner cells getting filled by her need, the area of her bush being damp, and soon the pad can't absorb fast enough as it pools at the lowest point of it, in a moment the lake spread and expand on the sides of her pink panty, some of wetness get to the top of her private part, and some get upwards her butt, wetting her butt slit.
"Oh damm I'm peeing so much..." She mumbles.
Peegasm reach her fastly, she feel her clitoris hard and pushing on the wet pad, the warm honey getting everywhere her thighs, butt and labias, while the overload get absorb by the towel.
After almost a minute maybe, she feels empty and the flow slows down. The pad kept absorbing a lot more since then, even is she gone too fast for it, it may have hold everything she done in terms of quantity.
Nora is sat, relaxing on the couch. She don't have to go. She's fine. When the door opens. Chloe appears and enter the house of hers. She looks desperate while she puts the shopping bags in the kitchen.
"Hi, how it is to go shopping with a full bladder kitten?" Nora smirks.
"Not good, I really really gotta go!" Chloe replies in a little trembling voice.
"Come here my pet. I wanna cuddle you." She orders.
"Yes mommy." She complies.
She sit on the couch, and climbs on the lap of the middleaged woman. She kiss her pet a bit, but Chloe is always so needy, she kisses her as much as she can, before Nora seize her dominance.
"Uh uh darling, you only have to receive, don't be so eager when I kiss you..." She restrict her.
"I'm sorry mommy I can't hold it, I love you too much..." She declares.
Chloe kisses her passionately and get herself pretty close to her, and after a time, she release what she's actually doing, so she stops.
"Oh no, I'm sorry mommy. I didn't meant to grind on you... Don't punish me please!" She tries to trigger her pity.
"You know a bad behavior of yours gonna resolve in a unpleasant treat, why can't you hold yourself?" She asks.
"I can't mommy, I'm just a needy kitty, you know that I can't help it." She pout.
"Alright, I'm going to tease you now okay?" She declares.
Chloe answers with a whine. Nora take a hand and start exploring her body, to find herself in the pink panty of hers. Chloe is wearing another poise pad, and it is a bit wet.
"Oh no darling you had a little accident didn't you?" She asks.
"Yes mommy. When I had to lift up the bags until here, it was too hard, I needed to go so badly." She tries to trigger her pity.
Nora slightly tease her girlfriend with a hand in her panties, and Chloe does everything she can to not start grinding again, but this time she's also afraid to leak pee.
"Mommy I-. I really gotta go..." She whimpers. "You're gonna make me going..." She almost cries.
"I didn't said you can darling, you have to hold it still." She smirks.
"Oh no I'm-." She don't finish her sentence.
A little noise can be heard, while Nora's hands get wet. A spurt start to leak from her needy cunt and lands loudly on the pad in her panty. Nora stops teasing her, as she knows she won't hold much if she does.
"Hold it." She orders firmly in her naturally motherly voice. "Hold it, pet."
"I'm trying to!!" She shouts.
After 5 seconds of gushes, she can regain control of herself. She's so excited now, her face is red, and her slit is very ready.
"I want you mommy!" She cries. "I need your head, please head me mommy!"
"Certainly not. With that language you speak? Absolutely not going to." She replies firmly.
"Oh no please, I can't hold much longer..." She cries.
A new pack of spurts get out of her needy cunt, and her girlfriend devour the show she can stare at right now.
"Still didn't told you to." She falsely grumble.
"I can't there is too much in me now!" She shout.
After some moments, she eventually regain mastering of her pelvic area. Nora kisses her belly button and breasts, and Chloe whimper a bit.
"I'm in fire mommy, you're going to make me explode..." She confesses.
"I didn't told you to cum too, by the way. If you do before I tell you to you're going to get spanked a lot you know that right?" She warns her.
"But I'm gonna have a peegasm if I pee..." She whines.
"It's okay, you're allowed to have that. In fact, it proves me you hold enough like a good pee pet you are." She smiles.
"Mommy I can't hold it..." She whines. "I really really gotta go!" She cries.
"I'm gonna make you go and stop one more time before the final relief okay? Do you think you can make it?" She asks.
"I don't know, I need to go..." She mumbles.
"What's that?" She asks firmly.
"Yes mommy I will hold it when you ask me to." She sighs.
"Alright..." She says.
Nora waits a bit under the little whimpers of her girlfriend. She barely can hold it at that point. She's not hurting herself as she is not overfilled in quantity but she took green tea and such to have more need to go, ordered by her lover. So what they are doing is pretty safe.
"Go." She says.
"Uhhh." She replies.
The trickle start again, more like a garden watering pipe actually, but anyway her flow gets splashing in her poise pad.
"Stop." She says before the trickle can get too stiff for her to stop it.
"Mhhh." She whines in reply. "Good catch mommy. You're so clever."
She knew where she had to make her stop, just before the shy flow get into its full force, but her girlfriend still wiggle her thighs in the need to go.
"I'm gonna put the towel on the couch now. I want you to look at it when I do it." Nora declares.
"You're so cruel." She replies.
She put the thick towel folded enough to absorb a heavy wetting, and the she tap her hand on it.
"Come-on pet, climb on the couch." She orders. "Get in position okay?"
"Meow." She whines.
She get on her knees and feet, spreading her legs to let her inner thighs free, as it's for not letting the pee get too much on her legs.
"Alright. Let go." She says.
"Can I?" She asks.
"Yes, little one, get all of your going need out of you. You deserve it." She orders.
"Thank you so much miss." She replies.
Chloe kiss her hand in an evince of her submission to her. Then she look down, to see what's going to happen down there. Nora get on her knees too, but on the floor, so her head is just in front of her sweet pink panty.
The second that follows this one, a new trickle get to be heard, and a flow start to gushes out of her private area. It rapidly get unabsorbed enough by the pad and leak on the sides of it, while she moan in relief.
Chloe reaches peegasm strongly, and she mown as much as she have to, not restrained by any order of her girlfriend telling her to be quiet or hold the pleasure, she can totally unleash herself and go properly.
Soon a wild noise get to be heard, the flow is now a tsunami, and the towel is being well useful right now. The wetness spread over its topface and a falling liquid noise get itself heard.
"Mhhh." Chloe says out of roleplay, as she don't use a tiny voice. "If I ever get to finish this weeing, can we to 69?" She asks.
"That's a good idea." Nora replies honestly. "But could I wet your face before? Looking at you squirming and all made me need to go bit." She confesses.
She lay back on the couch and sighs. Nora climbs on her smiling, having naughty thoughts.
"That's it babygirl, get me damp in your honey." She orders. |
Chloe and Nora walks together throughout the corridor until they reach someone with a notepad. After being registered Nora and Chloe changes in a teamroom to now wear sporty clothes. Lines of screens and computers are standing on a scene while a crowd are on grids of chairs, all in a setup like a theater or such.
"Don't you should drink more before getting ready?" Nora asks her.
"Don't worry darling. I'm all set. You should stay calm. You know I'm well prepared." Chloe says.
"Are you sure you don't need anything?" Nora asks again. "Are you sure you're at your best?
"I only need your love to win.." Chloe comforts her.
She hugs her and kisses her a few seconds before joining the line of gamers on the scene, close to the two animators or hosts.
"Welcome to the Indumitable Event!!" The host says. "I hope you are ready for a thrilling event for the next hours, because it's going to be crazy!" The other says.
After a few seconds the hosts gets behind the line of gamers and the crowd cheers as they bow. When they get still again, a lightspot target one of the team.
"For this year's event we have several mighty contenders!" The host presents "The two highest team of this multi-gaming event lost in middle of countryfield, at my right I have the Blinkers!" The crowd cheer and the lightspot shows others. "And at my left, Exceltium!"
The next few days, pressure increases, as the two teams get their scores closer and closer through the games. But Exceltium have stood higher since the start. Now it is the morning of the last day. Chloe is half prepared, resting in the lockerroom while the last other teammates leaves the room, ready. Chloe only wears a tight outfit, having in hands the team-vest they all wear.
Nora sneaks in and touches her shoulders, kindly. A bit surprised, Chloe turns around, but when she sees her girlfriend, she only relax. Looking at the mirror, she sighs.
"Oh, you scared me." She says.
"What you doing in here?" Nora asks, taking the outfit and putting it on the bench. "Shouldn't you be ready by now?"
"Oh nothing. I have a bad feeling about the game."
"Why's that?" Nora approaches and almost reaches her lips. "Does my cute babygirl needs a little health-boost..?"
She lean in closer and kiss her passionately. After a time Chloe backwards slightly.
"It's not that.. Even if not being close like this from you that long makes me quite hungry, sure." Chloe sighs. Nora kisses her a bit more but she denies her. "Stop.. You unconcentrate me...."
"I don't remember saying it wasn't my goal.." Nora smiles. But then she worries for her. "Okay, sorry. What's wrong? Tell me."
"One player of our team, is like, really wierd. She was doing so little for us. All during the week." Chloe explains.
"Don't you think you are a bit mean to her?" Nora says. "I found she looks quite authentic."
"Urgh! Don't fall for that!" Chloe stands up. "She's totally under her usual performance. There is something wrong."
A giggle can be heard in the background. Caught of surprise, Nora and Chloe shuts, and quietly walks towards the closed door that is probably linking the room to the other's team's room. Two voices can be heard easily throughout the door, since it isn't like they are much hiding it.
"Come-on don't be so guilty. I'll share my prize with you!" The guy says.
"I know. It's just if ever somebody knows, I'll be in serious troubles." The girl says.
"What? Are you afraid you will be too loud?" The guy vocally smirks.
"Don't say that. You know I always end up making you louder." She giggles.
Nora looks at Chloe and blush. Chloe recognize the voice of her friend, which breaks her.
"Are they......?" Nora mumbles. "Going to do it?"
"She's sleeping with the enemy!" Chloe mumbles almost too much in character of the event during a second. "How she could do that to us. She's supposed to be a part of our team! Where don't you specify that you have your bedmate in the other team! Like. Hello! I'm sleeping with the enemy! So it'd be better not counting on me!" She says.
"Come-on, that must not be that bad.." Nora says.
"Today is last day. If we don't react, we won't!" Chloe says. "I didn't done all that training for nothing."
Chloe exits the rooms and leans towards her other teammates, that are warming up on the games already.
The team isn't convinced at first, unfortunately.
"Give her a chance. We all have bad days." The cute nerd guy replies. "Yeah, let her be." The strong muscular black-skinned guy adds.
"Okay. I trust you, buddies. I hope you're right." Chloe tells.
The next 2 hours goes fast. But occasionally some complaints are hearable inside the team Blinkers, while the other is more quiet.
"Ray, you walled my folks!" The nerdy guy tells. "Also would like help on front."
"Ray can you stop feeding their units they're reclaiming your deads!" The tough guy says.
Chloe sighs a few times but does contain herself. On the stream, the two animators are a bit concerned.
"Selena Ray is a bit walking on their tails today.." The one says. "One thing sure tho. You better not give your enemies too much assets to reclaim after a battle."
The game ends after the Exceltium totally wipe the team's base. They are drenched. Blinkers are exhausted.
The 2 gamers stands up and face the girl.
"What's your problem, Ray?" The nerdy guy says. "It's not because you're in pocket you can relax and do nothing!"
"Yeah, true!" The other says. "I did five times your score. Tell me how's that possible!"
The commentators and the cameras are all onto their faces, and Chloe is just expressionless. She just wait for something to happen at this point.
"It looks like this hurtful defeat is causing stability issues within the Blinkers..." The commentator says.
The two teammates joins Chloe in face of the betraying girl.
"I wasn't trusting you yet now I doubt." The nerdy guy tells the remaining girl teammate.
"Wait! No! It's not what you'd think!" She tries to defend herself, but it isn't very effective.
"Guys, let's see with the hosts if we can't do something about that. I had enough." The strong guy says.
He walks to the center of the scene, closer to the hosts, followed by Chloe, and soon the geek too.
"What if we want to exclude a player from the party. Are we authorised to?" The tall guy asks to the host.
"Oh so it is that bad?" One commentator says. "I mean there is nothing in the rules telling you can't change during the event. It is up to you to find a good player."
The team talks for a second, then Chloe glances at the crowd.
"There is plenty of gamers here. How to make sure the player we look for is loyal to us?" The cute nerd guy says, worried.
"We just have to look for someone that truly believe in us." Chloe smiles. She gestures at Nora. "I want you in my team."
"What?" Nora is surprised.
After a moment they are both in the teamroom. Nora blushes so much.
"Are you serious? You want me to play instead of her?" She worries. "But- but- I'm not a gamer- I- I- I never gone into training or such I'd never be capable of anything I just can't-"
"Baby. Babe. Honey, it's okay!" She tries to comfort her and stop her speech. "You are fine, okay? You know this game. We played so much of it! I know you can make it. Trust me. I will guide you. You will be great help for our team." She explains.
"Okay. I trust you." She smiles. "But gosh I can't face the stress, I'm going to melt."
"There is a 30 minutes pause lasting yet. I'm here for you babe. What do you want... I can help you with..." Chloe hugs her softly as her girlfriend blushes.
Nora hugs her tightly but can't help being handsy. Chloe feels the pleasure instantly and really like her hands on her lower back.
"Oh it's been a long week for you too I see." Chloe smirks on the impatience of the redheaded woman.
But she gets conscious and leans away, blushing. "I'm sorry.. I should let you fully minding the competition. Distracting you like that is really mean of me."
"Okay now it's going to be really hard for me to concentrate if you only turn me on right before the thing." Chloe says, kind of worried, and her usual bold or coldness vanishes as her face prove her neediness. She bites her lowerlip, before reaching close to her again. "You can't take that away from me now. Or I'll fail for sure."
"Oh you actually want me now." Nora kisses her gently. "Wasn't sure. Didn't wanted to bother you."
"Babe, you have to remember that you will never not arouse me. Whenever you are trying to do me I can assure you it is same for me." Chloe caress her girlfriends hairs. "However. This last week have been really tough. And I can't lie and tell I'm not super wet for you right now.."
"Is that true, warrior princess?" Nora trace over her breasts, then her belly, and eventually reaches her spot. "Do you need someone taking care of yourself, huh?"
Chloe sighs heavily at this sentence. "Oh fuck, I almost just did cum there! I wouldn't thought that week was that working hard on me.."
"It's okay, I'm here for you..." Nora says. "If we don't have time for me, it is alright. That moment now is for you."
They both got out of the rooms, and sits right next to each other. The show's view often switch between the players' cam and the overall scenes and all, but each of their's streams are their own view and screen.
"Okay. We have played that game a lot of times. What does counter cavalry?" Chloe tests her love.
"Spikes!" She replies.
"And what counters spikes?" She question again.
"Swordfighters!" She replies, glad to remember.
"And what counters swords?" She asks.
"Um... Heavy infantry or maybe.. Cavalry?" Nora says, unsure.
"That's right! Heavier infantry, cavalry, or ranged units can deal with them." She smiles to her "That's really great honey! You reminded everything!"
The chat is getting excited for the two. "Are they together? They are so cute!!" And someone else says "Oh my god this is couple goals!!"
The commentator suddenly gets excited as the screens of all players shows the start of a new game. "And here we go for the last part of this thrilling event! The 4v4 Sudden Death!" One says. "If one of your teammate loses, you all suffer that defeat!" The other adds.
Chloe clicks around on buildings and workers like crazy. "Okay, frontline. I'm going to drive this game you aren't ready guys." Her voice is confident and teasing.
"What path should I choose?" Nora worries. "My favorites are already taken. And. I know it is better to balance pros and cons of each nations. But. There is so many choices!"
"You are still in stone age?" The nerdy guy freaks out in the headset.
Chloe rolls her eyes. "Calm down, no-life." She says, knowing the team would react like that. She then turns her head to her girlfriend that was looking at her, lost. "Take spartans. You will just have to line units and camp."
"Thanks honey." She tries to calm down, concentrating on the game again.
"Whenever you are lost. Think about the main iconic units of each types. I've talked days long about each nations of each stages. You will do the right thing baby. I believe in you."
"Okay. I'll try my best." Nora says.
After a time Chloe stresses a bit. "What in the world-" She says as she sees the number of archers downing her group of melee fighters almost totally hidden upwards a hill around forests. It is been few minutes each time she tries to rush up there the enemy backwards his units, and the climbing making it impossible for her to reach them, so she gives up to let her units heal back closer to her producing rally-point. "Oh my god, if he doesn't move his guys from there I think I'm going to explode or something."
"Going on steel age soon. Um. What should I take?" Nora asks.
But no one replies.
When the main stream switch to them, the muscular guy is trying to break the walls the other team placed in middle of his lane, and the nerdy one is busy making a mage or some thin scholar avoiding the enemy's fighters running after them.
After a time worrying, Nora reminds what her lovers said. She remembers all or most of what she said on all the game. She close her eyes and take a deep breath. And when she opens them again, she clicks on one.
"Help. Please. Kind of losing at the moment." Chloe says. The enemy pushes through her lines, making her having to backwards even until her own base. "Help help help help!! I seen ballistas in the fog! Like- lots of ballistas!!" She have a cold sweat. "Gosh if they hit my castle I'm out! I swear we're going to lose soon."
The heavy siege monsters climb up the hill of her base, most of them charges their attack and one-shot the thin wooden wall while some didn't cared to stop, just passing through freely the opening, and continues rolling towards the castle in center of the stone houses circles while some longbow wielders take care of the rare melee warriors Chloe can produce, her base on the verge.
Suddenly a diamond, or somewhat of a teardrop shaped herd of heavily armored knights with blue capes and subtle golden assets rushes through the machines and eliminate them in about half of a minute, and before anything more happen the knights sprints downward the hill of the base, and, their lances pointed upfront and piercing through the poorly armored long-distance ones.
"On my god look at this! The charge of the french cavalry!!" One commentator says. "The save that completely denies them the victory right on the edge!! The tension was so high, I'm trembling!" The other says.
Chloe wipes her eyes, trying to stay concentrate. Before she understand it is Nora that did that. So she stands up and as she gathered her units safely in her love's base, Nora stands up too, and they hug warmly.
"Oh my gosh baby you did this!" Chloe says. She hugs her tightly and they both jumps around all happily. "I'm so proud of you!"
"Thanks honey!" She smiles. "But lets concentrate, the game's still on!" She says.
"Yes, you're right." She sits on her chair again, trying to recover from all that emotions.
After a while, space-styled soldiers continuesly shoots at eachother.
"Alright we are almost there. Need a little more pressure and we'll win." Chloe says.
"Coming soon!" Says Nora.
A fleet of ships lands and deploy an enormous amount of tanks and soldiers, which unlock the situation. They all push forward and soon enough, the screen freezes for a tiny instant before the victory starts playing.
"And that is victory for Blinkers!!" The commentator shout. "What a tremendous game that was!" The other says.
The line of gamers tilt forward and smiles, at the cheering people. The event is now done and the pressure releases.
"We won! We won!!" Chloe hugs Nora. "I'm so glad we could make it!"
"Thanks honey!" Nora says. "But you did most of it. The team also."
"Oh my god! That cavalry charge! That was amazing! I'm so proud of you baby! You eventually learned how to play!"
"Yes, I think so.." She smiles. Then she gets closer to her and mumbles in her hears. "Now I quite need you to reward me if you see what I mean.."
She smirks. Nora blushes. But a bit hidden, a crying woman runs out of the event.
Getting out of all of this, Chloe finds the gamergirl standing close to trees of the woods, not specially far but some distance from the event.
"Are you proud of yourself?" Chloe asks, her voice harsh and usual boldness. The other teammates stands not far from her and seems quite to follow her point. "You could have told us you were intimate with the other guy." She says, sounding annoyed.
"I'm sorry. I would understand if you'd kick me out of the team." She wipes her tears as she turns around and look at the strong, tough looking blond woman. "I should have told you I was with him."
"We don't care about who you sleep with." Chloe replies. "But you have to play fair. You can't come up and play with us while giving them the win. In fact I think it is what's retaining us from becoming a great professional team. We have to be lawful to ourselves over all."
"Easier said than done." Selena says. "He would have shared his part with me. He pressured me to letting them win. I would have won something either way. But now it's gone public he threw me away. He just- He played with me I didn't even seen anything."
"What?" The muscular one says.
"That's not okay." The nerdy one says.
"I know! I should have seen it coming! All I had have fallen... I've ruined everything!" She cries in her hands. "I'm alone and I deserve it!"
Chloe looks at her teammates for an instant. They all seems to agree to what her looks is telling them. So she steps forwards and gives a hand to the gamergirl.
"You don't have to be alone by yourself. You can choose to do better now you learned your lesson." Chloe says.
"Really?" She stops crying, surprised. Getting her face of off her tears she tries to stay calm.
"You don't deserve our victory. But you don't deserve to stay all alone either. It is up to you to choose your path. Would you promise to train and be the best you ever was and always lawful to the team?" Chloe asks.
"Yes!" She seize her left hand with her own.
The other two teammates joins their hands on them and they all raise their hands joyfully.
"Can we go now?" Nora says, behind them all, kind of impatient.
About a couple of minutes after that, Chloe drives the car with only Nora by her side and they smiles.
"Gosh I wanna be home....." Nora sighs, quite tired.
"So. What now?" Chloe says. "You want my hands or my mouth?" She smirks.
"Oh nothing. I'm just wanting to tell you your seat is going to get wicked." Nora says, sighing, spreading her legs.
"What? No!!" Chloe says. "Use a towel at least!"
"Yeah, okay." Nora smugs.
She grabs a thick towel there is in the rear row and she pulls it under her, after what she soon have a great wetting spot spraying in her thighs.
"So good to let it go, honey." She says, while the hissing is hearable.
"Shush! You making me have to go!!" Chloe wiggles a bit. "I'm not protected, unlike you sweetheart!"
"I know right." She smiles more.
"You know you are supposed to be at my command, babygirl?" Chloe smirks.
"Oh but you let me all needy after the rest pause time. I'm going to fuck you so hard." Nora declares.
"Fuck.." She swears and sighs. "Don't say things like that, you turning me on...."
"Think about how I am for you!" Nora sighs, her need to go eventually coming to an end. "This night you are the one at my command." |
I hope it's gonna be a story with a lot of chapters, I really love it. It contains nothing really triggering for now i guess so no warnings this time, have a good read, but carefull, it's a bit long maybe. Also sorry for my bad english, I've tried my best at this story, unlike others I'm gonna go more in details rather than briefly explaining what happens.
I'm still seeking my unique, original, eccentric writing style and type, so maybe this is only a structuration test.
Vesta is a goodgirl, most of the time. Her orange reddish hairs well kept in a ponytail, her face is cleaned every morning, she shower everyday, she does her homework, she do dishes and stuff sometimes...
She lived with her aunt and her exhusband for a long time by then, before he left her, so she's with a new boyfriend now. Her mother left her to her aunt when she had to leave far away, very far away, when she was only a young kid. She can't remember her face or her voice, all she knows from her is stories her auntie Fairye tells her. And her father, well, no one knows about him.
She is shy, a bit reluctant to do anything without help, going to school have been a pain for her. It's hard to not be with her auntie, as they are very close, she's always afraid to lose her.
Vesta is skinny, she is 20 years old by now, but she still fit in the same clothes she had some years ago as a lateteen, she stopped growing about 160cm tall, and her weight is around 50kg.
After her job on partial time she relaxes, she is not really interested in anything but playing video games and doing biking, and that made her legs a bit muscular, but anyway she is not strong in anything. She is even a bit gloomy in overall.
But today is gonna change her a bit.
She's been playing meanless videogames all the day. It is 3:48pm, and her stomach is nearly empty, already have done integrating her lunch. She have habits to eat a little snack for 4pm, so she's always not very concentrated and a bit hungry by that time around, and she feels so bored. She don't do that funny or concentrating stuff otherdays, but today she feels so much bored. So she shout her computer close and looks around on her bed she actually is, layed on her belly.
Since she go to the toilet at each lunch, each 4 hours, her bladder is not much empty right now. She goes before lunches otherwise she usually can't decide that it's time to go to the restroom. Vesta is very strange when she have to go, she don't exactly know why but she likes having to go. If she don't go on her schedule times like some months ago before she started to behave, she can't do anything but continue to make herself hold as much as she can. It usually happened that a bit would leak on her gaming chair, on the couch or elsewhere, but she kept herself uncaught by now.
She gets a bit up to kneeling position and look down at the black leggings she's wearing. For the top she got a white shirt. Under them Vesta got a darkred panty and a bra of the same color.
'What if I wet myself a tiny bit?' She asks herself in her mind. 'No one would know right?'
Vesta tries to relax a bit. Her bladder is awakening and it's quite working, she still don't need to go, but she senses the liquid inside her lowerbelly being less and less retrained by the muscles of her pelvic area.
With her occasionnal holding-too-much habit, she never go to bathrooms that aren't home. So days at beach, camping, a travel in a lowcost cruise or train rides, all this places, she could manage to hold it enough until going back home, or she peed in the water of the pool or the sea, a river, or a cropfield, behind rocks and trees in the middle of a forest... Some afternoon at a beach Vesta tried to wet herself laying on the sand as much as she could. It was one of her games or challenges she likes to do too with holding, it is sexually arousing of course, but there is so much things and sensations deeper in her than making her horny. That afternoons were very pleasant for her. As soon as she felt a need to do, she done. Her bladder isn't shy anymore now. But she never enters the public restrooms. She done it once a while ago, and they were dirty, Vesta never got the will to go in anyone after that.
So, right now on her bed, with her naughty plays and games with her bladder and needs, it's easy to try to pee without having to. After maybe up to 6 seconds after she started to relax she begin to feel a bit of a move of the liquids down there. She don't expect a need to strike now, as she didn't felt anything before she initiate her playings.
The tube of her inner pipes seems to get enlarged a tiny bit, as she's able to relax more and more her pelvic. She sigh and take deep breaths breathing slowly and thinking about rives, as it helps getting her going easier.
But after a while nothing comes out.
"Come-on, just a bit." She smiles, talking to herself.
Vesta spread her legs bit by bit, as she don't need to go, she's gonna need a little help of a special position. Until she's almost at her maximum joints turning limit, which are not flat 180° but still, she proceed to move her legs further from eachother in this movement of unfolding.
The moment she stop moving at her full extension, she feels something lining up, down her pipes, almost surprised, she reseize control of her muscle, afraid to let go too much or underestimating the following flow, she straighten herself and her legs back to kneeling, as she does she clenches her pelvic so hard that it stop most of the drops ready to take off of her slit, but some land in her panties. She smiles and begin to feel really naughty by that point.
Vesta gets up and pull down her leggings, for a proper panty inspection. She observe the tiny mark of the recent liquidity contact with the material of her underwear, and she find it ridiculous. Then she get it up again, pulling it up her waist until a cameltoe could be seen if it were not so dark.
She tries to relax again as she wanna get another treat of the pile of adrenaline she's high with now, relieved by the tiny release, making her feel so strange and much things now. She would like to rub herself into orgasm, mindlessly flooding her leggings, applying one of her auntie's panty liners to see if it could ever hold all the tiny rest she have right now in her, or all of that at once...
She can't decide to do that. It's way too naughty right? She's not a bad girl. She's a good girl. She's just needy sometimes, she can't help it, what could she do?
After a long moment, nothing happens. She can try to breaths deeply again, spread her legs standing up, no, she feel she could almost do, but she can't go.
So she tries new things. She lean on like to stretch her back, trying to touch her toes, it helps a bit, but it's not enough. Then she lay on her bed and tries to remind some wet dreams. Same, it's doing a bit of work, but each time the liquid start to get back from her pipe as soon as she hope she's finally gonna drop a tiny bit and relax less enough than needed.
"Come-on, just a tiny bit more darling, it's fine!" She mutter to her cunt.
After maybe 10 seconds, she place her computer on her desk and reopen it, maybe trying to fool her brain will work better, before she would give up and go back to her pc with her medium satisfying tiny wetmark, she decide to stand back on, and tries to relax one more time.
As she is in front of her desk and she stare at the desktop of her computer, which brand a screenshot of her racecar in a game, she focus on it and remind herself the feeling of her full bladder after a race, with a bit of sweat everywhere around her skin, and how much she wanna go as she is well hydrated to really have to go after that sport session. She could concentrate surprisingly well, and she felt tingles in her pipe, which always means 'there is gonna be something that will come out of there soon'.
She feel a tiny drop pointing out from her urethra, leaving her slowly. She felt her clitoris getting tingles too, which is really turning her on, or maybe she's getting aroused and it makes her hard, whatever the actual order of that happens no one knows, but she feels her hardening inner clitoris' limb and wings getting filledup by warm blood, engorged with excitation and need, almost aching to be touched and to release her buildup stress, sadness, angryness, and loneliness of the halfweek.
Maybe in a moment of inattention caused by the excitement of the situation, or maybe because of underestimating the upcoming strength of the flow as she's being stubborn to fully relax, but what is sure is that she abruptly let out a wide spurt, not soflty or slowed at all, and it hits her panty in an alarming hissing sound. She open her mouth in surprise of the force of the event, and clumsily tries to reawake her muscles.
"Ohhh... Uhhh... Mhhh..." She loudly moan in the sweet relief, totally unprepared and unconscious of what's going to happen.
The next moment her bladder frankly awakes and push as hard as it never could, under total surprise of its host, Vesta, that could not see that coming, as she wanna stop, since she is certainly rather plenty wet by the first strong spurt. She can surely try to, but it's too late and as the flow begins, it's like her muscles decided to not work more than barely today, letting the liquid gushing freely after a barely efficient hold of herself. After a moment, she give up, or at least her naughty self take over her, and let it go just more harder, like if it was needed.
There she is, forcefully, noisely and loudly wetting herself, with this geniunely uncontrolled flow going right through her panty and already wetting her tighs inside her leggings, her muscles affirming to her brain that they are doing their best, and there may be only 2 seconds passed since the flow was restarted by the action her bladder.
"Ahhh... Oh no..." She mumbles in excitement.
Vesta felt her slit overleaking with pee, her pussy lips flooded, her spiky clitoris under the most wonderfull shower, and the liquid finding it's way along her buttcrack and tighs to escape the pool of her panty, the fuss of her downself being unleashed and fully peeing, this marvelous sound as it strikes the material of her clothes...
She was wanting to regain control of herself now, after these two seconds, but her bladder decided to win this battle, forcing her into relaxing and letting go, she felt the immensely satisfying burning on her pussy as it's the sensation of the need to pee, normaly appearing slowly when someone's need is building up through hours, but for her it's the first time she feel that, this sudden attack of her bladder, in this noisy, loud, exceedingly naughty unmanned relief, her bladder entirely making its ease, like when she were back at the beach, on the dry sand, able to hide all of that easily with the covering of the sand all around her belly and waist.
But she's not in the sand now, she's on the carpet ground of her room.
"Oh no, I can't stop!" She whimper, a bit concerned. "No wait, I have to stop!"
Vesta can talk all she wants to her bladder, it decided to do on its own.
If the legging were white or any brighter, what she would see is that the flood is spreading on her front from her tighs, making it pool there by her skinny bones structures applying unregular pressures on the legging. Then it would be the turn of her butt, her slim hairless buttcheeks helping the flow to spread around themselves, the crotch of hers making a pool as it can't take the tighs ways faster enough, the strips of her sudden release falling down to her knees, as it almost reach the tip of the legs' cut.
But the soft and absorbant material of the legging help it spread more horizontally than vertically, which is gonna save her carpet for today, and the show and fair it makes, so loud and deliciously noisemaking, is making incredibly horny right now.
After 7 short seconds of pee for her bladder, but an eternity from Vesta's eyes, the flow start to slow. Yes, she can't regain conscientiousness correctly, she don't trust what happened, but it is true, she just completely flood her legging because her bladder was uncontrollable. The next thing that happen in her head is a memory, coming back to the surface.
She would slide and fall on her butt, and bythen she extremely needed to go, at a point where the urge strikes instantaneously and make her pee right away in her swimsuit, while she was playing volleyball, she looked down and seen the sand absorbing and suck the pee she's leaking out. She wasn't hurt, but the right shock in the right place made her completely lose it. She couldn't overcome that. She didn't peed much, she didn't needed to go, but a long spurt got out in the same unmanned form.
Back to herself from this memory, she looks down, trying to spot if the carpet ground of her room is wet. It don't seems to be, as her bare feet don't sense any warmth or liquidity.
She grab her phone, and activate the flash of it, then she inspect herself. With the light she can see the wetpatch that is invisible otherwise. She have huge puddles on her tighs, up to her knees, then it looks like it's been less lower. Her mouth is still wide open, completely shocked, but not in the mostely concerned way, as its being replaced more and more by excitement.
She lower her leggings, and look for her panty, a nice line separate the wetness at the crotch from the part closer from her belly. This form makes her horny all the time, it's just delicious. It's naughty, it's exciting, it's not responsable at all, but Jesus-Christ, how fucking good it is, she almost gonna explode.
The next second she get off her shirt and rubs herself, one hand on her bra, the otherone on her panty, and she don't even need to get them off before she feel herself coming as the wet material of the fabric is magic.
She fall on her bed, just like that, in her underwears, her pussy lips dripping all the wetness possible, her nipples hard, slightly sighing, trying to recover from what just happened. |
Slowly losing excitement and hornyness, she is forced to comeback to herself as she hear a sound. It's a long crack and a slight slam, then some keys get dropped on a glass plate.
Her aunt is home. Right now. She well choose the moment to overflood herself looks like.
"Honey, come here, I have snacks!" She says in her motherly voice.
Vesta feel stressed now. What she's gonna do? What could she possibly do? It would be strange to precisely run for a shower now wouldn't it be? She can maybe try to change and hide her wet leggings until it dries up. Yes. That's a good idea she thought, before she hears steps, and soon the door of her room opens.
"Hi honey, did you heard me?" Fairye asks.
"What?" She asks, in an unsecure and stressed tone.
"I got snack. You come?" She asks.
"Um. Yes auntie." She accepts.
Fairye goes back in direction of the kitchen, her steps slightly reverbs in the straight corridor until she sit a the table.
Vesta, completely frozen, looked down at her legs. Well, there is no proof of what she did, she thought. Maybe actually no one will know after all? She start to follow the movement of her aunt and by the kitchen, she sit on a chair.
The chairs are made in wood, and there is a tiny thing pillowlike on it as they are a bit hard to sit on otherwise. At this moment she's scared the dampness gonna affect the dryness of this cyan pillow, and she would get caught. But she have no choice but sitting in face of her loving and caring auntie.
Fairye get out of the bakery bag a straight croissant with a chocolate bar inside for herself and a croissant in form of a spiral with chocolate nuggets for her niece.
"I bought them at the bakery in the city's downtown. Come-on, don't be shy, I know you're hungry right?" She says warmly.
"Um. Yes, I am." She replies.
She grab the spiral croissant and bring it to her mouth, then she slowly bite it and start to eat it.
"Are you okay darling??" She asks a bit concerned. "You seem off a bit. Is something bothering you?"
"Oh, uh, no, I'm fine." She says.
"Alright. Okay then." She replies.
They eat and then, her auntie lazily sit on the couch, turning the TV on. The kitchen and the lounge is opened, but, her auntie concentrated on the TV screen right now, she thought she can maybe throw a tiny look at her chair or unders. After wiping her dirty fingers on the hand towel aside of her seat, she hesitate for a small moment, before landing her feet on the ground and slightly getting up. She feels around her buttcheeks and the cyan pillow, nothing to be alarmed of.
She poors water in her glass, and then she drinks it until the last drop. She touch herself again, and she can't release, she's almost dry already. It is surprising her. She did not have a complete bladder accident in them, but the legging should be still a bit wetter isn't it?
She get up, she walks to the restroom and she wash her hands. Then she dry her hands on the towel next to the sink. She's watching the toilet, that she don't use this time.
'I wonder how long I can stay undercover.' She thought.
The evening comes hours after around 7:30pm, she eats the nice pasta her auntie prepared for her, and after diner, she get in her nightdress and plays games on her computer. Around 9:50pm, she's wondering on some internet stuff, bored again.
She looks down at her white nightdress. It's a very slightly seethrough fabric, that makes her red underwears obvious, but not too much drawing, like a thin white shirt, or thin yoga pants stretched, and she wonder what to do. Suddenly Vesta remember she didn't got to the toilet after diner.
'Wait. I can't. I have to stop myself before it's too late.' She thought.
She tries to behave, like she always did even if she likes peeing, but her naughtiness is fighting that. She looks around her and gets up, then she start to wonder in the house. She walks, trying to find a place to relieve herself. She done all the stage, nowhere to be hidden and make no damage while it's still naughty enough to excite her. So Vesta get at the attic of the house. She looks around, wondering, seeking something but she don't even know what. It is dusty, unclean, there is old stuff all around, well, it's a garret.
'There must be something fun to wet in here.' She mumbles.
She walks unto the edge, and reaching the wall, she see an armchair, hidden behind an old shelf on it's corner, just around the roof of the house. She rush to it, and lift up her dress to get it off, which falls down on an old table, then Vesta get rid of her panties, to throw them on the folded dress.
Her body is in heat now, she's having a lot of things going through her mind, Vesta can't regain control of herself, she's becoming so naughty, or at least she feels like that, by the way it's not like wetting a chair in a library or something, which she would feel so guilty about it, she would never do that, but here, just by herself, quietly, sublty, isn't that would be okay? Would it really bother someone? Would anyone will repress her? Would somebody punish her if Vesta would to that on something precious?
She strikes the floor of the armchair with her hands, and a cloud of dust gets in the air. After trying to make it go away, she sit on the chair. After rubbing her legs as it is a little cold here, she tries to relax. She can't really get her kitty in the mood to pee right now, her big unsymmetrical lips circled by her hairs she have down there, what a bush by the way, it's so thick someone would stay stuck if they tried to go through their fingers, with the knots, twists, tangles, or maybe not, because that's a bit overstating of the actual hairs, if they would get stuck here it's above all because she would close her legs so tight with eagerness and hornyness overflowing her body... As she thought of that she would like that so much, she sighed in lonelinessment.
She raise her head and look at the wall in face of her. She feel her kitten wild right now, engorged with blood, ready to be stimulated, and aching for a relief of the excitement.
'Why I am always so horny...' She asks herself clueless.
She place her hands on her breasts, and taste them with her fingertips, feeling their perky form, teasing the large nipple of them each, pinching them a little bit, then she lick her fingers to make the teat a bit wet, and the slight coldness of the air strikes them, with the little wind going through the house's roof... Such slow and exciting rubs and touches.
Then her bladder strikes a tiny bit. It awakes and claims for relief, already understanding she won't use this seat like a seat, but like a toilet, or a naughty toy, or both, and it sends to her signals about wanting to do such, use this seat as she meant it, letting go, making it all wet, and freely, carelessly, making Vesta going potty just where she is like a very badgirl.
She tries. She really tries to fight against it. But she can't. Her brain don't make any real satisfying reasons to not go by now, alone in the roof, on this old armchair her auntie don't care about and changed just because it's loosing it's covertiles on the back that decay itself after to much friction, there is no reason to not do that. There really is nothing to counter me she thought.
She is horny, single all her tiny life, her virgin butt is way to shy to try to have a relationship with anyone, oneside because she's afraid she's gonna get hurt by somebody, and otherside because she would be too annoying, noone would like her. At least that is what she thinks of herself, everyone always told her otherwise.
Some seconds passes, and she isn't sure if she wanna to do it, but her bladder strikes again, and the flow starts without her actual conscent. She spread her legs to not make them too wet, and clenches her hands on her breasts in the moment of surprise, while she opens her mouth a bit, to sigh in relief.
Again. One more time. Vesta is peeing, forcefully, right onto something that isn't meant to be a toilet. The pee is flowing, loudly again, but it's hitting less strongly the seat floor which is soft, what makes most of the noise is her hairy, horny, excited, spreaded slit dragging out roughly the amount of a sea, whiches the lips are engorged and trembling bit since the force of the flow, as unlike most internet videos she've seen on nasty sites meanwhile her need's crisis, her lips are big, quite big even, although they are well hidden inside the forest that forms her cuntbush, by the way hairs that are making the pee fly everywhere on her legs and thighs, which was not the objective early.
So she close her legs and open them again, hoping the flow would get straight as her lips may get different ways. But it keeps unregular directions, still leaded by her lips or hairs, still in the way. So after 3 seconds of peeing on herself, she arch her back and redress herself, which make her pussy in direction of the seat's floor, right against it.
Vesta don't try to hold anything, she let it go still, starting to releasing her entire latenoon bladder, that she have inside her since 4pm, almost six hours from now.
The burning need to pee strikes again, this time rather stronger, and even if she's not trying to counter it, she feels how much she wouldn't be able to hold it. It's still making it's stiff noise, hissing, fussing, like a waterfall, which excites her terribly well and hard, to an awfull point of needyness.
She can't take it anymore and let her breasts of her hands, she spread her legs and place both of her hands right in the wild flow, landing on the seat a bit further. She rubs her hands just like she's washing them, lustfully spreading her pee on her arms, then she tries to hold her pee.
Vesta briefly could stop the flow, and start to rub her belly with pee, and when she don't have enough of it anymore on her hands she let out a spurt that she gushes on one of her hands, meanwhile she rubs pee on other parts of her body, her breasts, her arms, her legs, soon she is all covered, but it keeps getting dry, so it's not long, ever so gently it makes her feels the warmth of her inner liquids, that she spray onto herself so eagerly, in this excess of arousal.
Then she stops, rubbing her breasts already wet with pee, waiting for something. She is all covered in pee. She still have to go.
'It's so good...' She mumbles. 'What could I do now?' She wonders
She gets up, walks around, and get an idea. She climbs on the table, sit on it, and wait a bit. The sound would be too strong if she does standing up on the table, she may get caught, she thought. Sitting on wooden table, she relaxes, and a bit comes out. It wets her innerthighs and crotch area, spreading wetness on the old table. Then she holds again. She got a better idea.
She lay on the table, and tries to get comfortable. The wood is hard, because it's wood, but she tries to mimic someone who's sleeping. She is there, laid on this table, naked, her hairy, wet cunt spread by her sprayed legs, she can't help but halfly getting up again, not so much actually, just leaning to make her able to see the flow she start to let go, loudly coming out of her again, making a mess over this useless old table, moaning in the process of the relief, rubbing her excited breasts again, trying to get the most pleasure of the moment.
Then she rub her pussy with both of her hands, with on she circles her button and the other rubs her lips up and down, and it results by making her so close so fast, while pee is still coming out of her with noises, she orgasm like never she did, as its the first time she pee and touch herself at the same time. She tries to quiet her moans tho, it would be a nightmare to get caught right now while cumming.
The next day at work, she eagerly waited all day long to get home and do the same. She stayed hydrated and drank maybe a rather more around 4 or 2 hours before getting home, drinking a whole bottle of water, wanting to burst almost before getting home. Aunt Fairye is working when she gets back home, so she drop her work backpack and quickly get naked, then rush up the stairs to reach the roof stage with a plushy in her hand, while she is holding her reddish hairs bush, running on the dusty floor of the attic.
Vesta place the plushy sitting on the table in front of the seat, while she sit on the comfortable seat, that is dry bynow, and she clears her throat.
"I'm so glad I can finally meet you." She speaks at loud to her teddy bear plush, as she fantasize about being with someone interviewing her.
"Alright so, what you think you can get if you embark on our boat?" He would respond.
"Well firstly, I think that would upgrade my skills quite well, I know I may have a lot to learn still, but I think I could be oneday along the main simracers of the team." She replies.
Her hands are stuck inbetween her thighs, she hold herself so strongly as she is so ready to pee, she really is going to make a big mess in the old armchair, she really gotta go, she is so eager, but she prefers to hold it and play a little.
"Okay. Maybe you can tell me about your personality? And do you think you could teamwork well?" He would ask.
She spread her legs and rubs her pussy slightly as being turned on could help her a little. She let out a deep sigh, before taking a breath to talk again.
"Well about my nature I'm very compliant, I'm very amenable, some talk about me that I'm only being docile and submissive, some use the analogy of the cat, the kitten, the puppy maybe when they talk about me, anyway I think I'm cooperative enough to apply to the team." She declares in a teasing voice.
Vesta clenches and unclenches her thighs and legs, shyly pulling on her right minor labia as it's her one quite bigger than her otherone so she always likes to tease it, she wiggle her feet repeatedly, and tries to concentrate on having a good time.
"So. Do you have the ability to hurry at everywhere we could need you to?" He asks.
"Uhhh yeah, I'm able to go everywhere I wanna go..." She clumisly replies.
When she says 'go' two times she almost lose herself, almost giving up on her roleplay and just wanna peesquirt and cum on the chair right now, but she think that the more she buildup, the more harder she cums afterwards, whiches is a bit true, and she wanna cum really hard.
"Do you wake up easily? Are you competent early in the morning? Do you do simracing on specific hours or you do anywhen you want?" He asks.
"Oh I don't have really scheduled racing sessions, I often race against AIs, any of the races I'm interested in the calendar are way too sparse from eachother." She starts.
After that her bladder strikes, not hard, but enough to make her wet herself, and a 3 seconds spurt gushes from her cunt to the seat as her legs are closed, and it makes a wetting noise. She sigh in the pleasure of the moment before being able to regain control.
"I'm more tired the evening than the morning, I think the graph of my productivity slowly decrease over the day, it hits its best between 10 and 12 am, so I'm more of a morning person really."
She clenches and unclenches her legs again and again, then she look down, roleplaying being a bit stressed.
"Are you okay miss? You look a bit stressed." He would asks.
"Of course I am, I'm so eager to apply and join the team." She explains herself.
She feel she almost can't hold it anymore, her damp seat not helping exciting and cuddling her, her pussy dripping wetness both from arousal and leaky needings to go, and her inner waterstock is really pushing hard against her hard and aching clitoris, making it pointing out of its thin hood, showing itself to the outside world. She tries to rub it for a moment in the last try of holding it more.
"So do I have the green flag or not?" She asks, eagerly.
"We'll call you back. You seem well qualified for the team." He replies.
At that moment she let go, she relaxes, she unclenches all of her pelvic area and lay against the back of the seat, her pussy noisely releasing the amount she have.
"Nice! I'm so happy." She speaks not very loudly but she tries to roleplay that she wouldn't like to be heard. "It is so nice. I'm finally gonna become a member of my favorite simracing team! It's so cool."
She wiggle her legs, as the gushes wet her entire area, the seat gets warm and damp, the wetness spreading all around her, making her pool in a puddle as she pees way stronger than yesterday and faster than the fabric sucks in. She feel her clitoris rocking hard, so she can't help but touching herself by now, and she tries to keep a straight face, and keeps talking like nothing was happening.
"I'm gonna be able to call my friends and tell them 'Hey! I'm offically a e-athlete now!' as they always keep saying I'm just playing videogames and doin' nothin' I mean I really am working hard on my skills actually." She rambles.
"Wait." He would suddenly stop her.
At this moment, following her roleplay, she tries to hold it again. She barely can, and even when she clenches her legs and press on her cunt so hard, she's still leaking a bit, at least it's not noisy and she can keep being discreet about it for now.
"I thought I heard something." He would suspect something.
"No, I didn't hear anything." She lies.
Vesta's bladder strikes again, and she loses it, her dam breaks and she starts flowing again, and as she does she quickly regain the lead of the speech.
"Anyway. It's time! I'm gonna be a simracer. It's so nice!" She says happily.
The teddy bear can't move, but in her daydream the recruiter would not fool for her trick and would stand up to see the puddle of the plastic chair she would be sitting on, and his strong displeasure would be printed on his face as he would see that she is releasing her imperious need right here, on the chair of his office, right in front of him, like the really bad girl she's being here, and unmannedly continues on her accidental leak, in face of the surprised business guy.
"Are you wetting the chair in my office right now?!?" He asks, more than confused.
"I'm sorry I can't help it!" She falsely whines or cries for her roleplay. "I couldn't hold it anymore!"
She spread her legs and thighs, and the spurt gushes all over the seat and her legs. In the daydream she would get her formal black skirt up, to let him be able to look at her downthere.
"I'm sorry mister really, you can look if you want..." She says, moaning in relief.
After maybe 5 seconds of peeing and moaning, she reaches peegasm. But it's not enough to make her cum. So she switch to her idea she got in mind since the start.
"Are you gonna stop or something at the end? What you're doing is disgusting!" He would shout.
Vesta achieve to regain control of her flow to stop it, and she gets up. Her legs are dripping, her bush is all dampy, she is very needing to go, still.
"I'm so sorry mister, but what could I have done otherwise?" She asks in a cute face, rubbing her breasts and hard nipples.
"You should have asked me you were a needy babe." He says. "I have a weakness for girls that can't hold themselves." He licks his lips in a eager face.
"What?" She's falsely surprised. "You're not going to tell me that I could have done in your mouth do you?"
She exit her roleplay very briefly to climb on the table, and she lay her plushy on it, in face of her. She starts to kiss her plush, and needily grinding on it, as she fantasize that she would do it to the business guy. Vesta leaks a bit of pee while doing that, as she is not enough concentrated on her muscles downthere to be holding properly, but she still tries to hold it for a tiny bit, until she decides it's time for her to end and cum.
"I have a surprise for you sweetie, I'm not empty actually." She smiles naughtily.
She open her legs widely and let it out, finally, releasing all the pee she have in her, she wants it out right now, on the face of this cute stuffy, one of her favorite even, and drown it in her flow. After two seconds or such, she can't stay standing like that so she sit on the belly of the big teddy bear, that absorb her landing since she almost fallen, losing control of her whole body, she sit or lays down his legs and her flow start to wet his neck and shoudlers, she can't stop although her bladder don't attack or push anything, she mindfully let it go, on purpose, just as she like to do elsewhere, but it's on a plushy this time.
She continues to pee, endlessly, but after a while she got up and lean into his face, kissing his wet lips and face, kissing him so strongly and needily, she would resume her grindings, and moan in the stimulation of her clitoris and the relieving of her pee, she feel herself coming fast, so fast she can't do anything but instantaneously cum by the time she finish weeing, as all is out her clit and lips take everypart of the pleasure, almost being overstimulated, almost like a torture, almost like a painfully cumming, as it's the strongest thing she ever felt.
Being dying of hunger, having periods, being awfully sick, falling on her butt, colliding her tiny foot finger on the edge of a furniture, no, absolutely not, nothing is strong and powerful as that, this exceedingly satisfying sensation of the rubbingment on the plushy material, as it's not made by her fingertips it helps her fooling her body and brain she's making love with someone, which help her orgasm way better than her clumsy, lonely and sad fingers, no, she wanna make love to this plushy all the days now, she's going to grind on his face so often he will never have time to breath or stare at anything but her needy, horny cuntbush, peeing on him, relieving her stress of the week, from her work, or from her racecars trainings, or maybe being sad or horny for no reason like she always is, she chosen to mate with him now it's for life.
Well, she thought all of that in the moment of cumming. It doesn't make sense. That's normal. She was not conscient at this time. Nonetheless she won't for a few couples of minutes, maybe ten, still slightly or occasionally rubbing herself, her button and slit barely tired and barely oversensitive so it won't stop her, she kisses it, she kisses its mouth again and again... Passionately...
The she awakes of her naughty plays and decide to take a shower. She would just leave her teddy bear here, it won't get in troubles here, noone will know it's always a bit wet and used to whatsoever she does with it, but again, she don't wanna get caught does she? No of course not. It would be so humiliating. Not being able to behave or hold her desires is ridiculous right? Isn't it? |
Cautions: The last part of the chapter can really trigger transgenders beings insecurities like me or anyone in lack of selflove. Proceed carefully. I cried when I wrote it, it was too much positive and love. I couldn't retain the tears. Remind that however I describe my characters, I'm pan and I absolutely don't care about someone's appearance. I hope you will be happy in your life. Take care of you, if you can't have strength to do it, I'll force you. Take care of yourself, really.
Love on my sisters here and everywhere they are.
The remain of the week, and the week after, Vesta continued her games. Roleplaying, cuddling her plushy, sometimes she would just sit on the chair and relief, sometimes she would truly plan holding and wetting, sometimes she would go there when she's bored, in the privacy and the intimacy of the attic... The time passes, but she surprisingly behave enough as she works nicely to get money, as she's not less wanting to be independent. Like the first day when the rush of her bladder stroke her the first time, she would sometimes let go right in her black or dark enough clothes or skirt, right where she is, when she have a kinky need to play around or when she's bored, and even if it arouses her rather much, she don't always make herself cum or touch herself after peeing in her clothes. In fact her naughty activities, since they are a bit regular and scheduled, helps her regulating her stress and hornyness, doing such, she's less horny at random times and more concentrated in work, and also she progressed quite bit in videogames too.
But after the best week of her life, aunt Fairye's boyfriend came back from his work's travels, and Vesta can possibly guess why she was so shy to do her habits, she stopped right away, as her auntie and her new boyfriend seems to enjoy themselves, getting caught now would be so much risks, as he works at reverse hours of auntie most of the time, and she's working herself when they're both not at home between 10am and 4pm, so she couldn't find time to stay naughty like she really needs to.
Vesta tried to masturbate in her own bed, but it wasn't enough, she even brought back her teddy bear, but as she have to be quiet since they're just meters away, she would feel so embarrassed although she would be just relieving her natural needs. She thinks it's naughty to have done what she's been doing this famous week and that's a part of why it were so exciting, being aroused is uncomfortable for her otherwise, that's actually why she's always in heat at random times, she don't relief herself if she's not in the mood as she so shy to let her kitty the right to make her do naughty things when she's not single in the house, and she didn't had chance to be alone at home yesterday.
Today Vesta wakes up awfully, the undoing of her stress and tension going in her haven't been done yesterday's morning or evening either, she breakfast nervously, and going to work with a barely able to concentrate mind. The day is exceedingly long, she can't find products correctly in the storage of the supermarket to brought them to the shoppings bags of the clients of the drive, she don't commit errors but she is significatively longer than usual, and definitively slower than this week where she were so satisfied.
Although she thinks she won't wet herself anymore, she still drinks well to be hydrated, so she maybe can try to find recomfort by peeing her half bladder in the toilet like a good girl she have to be now, she done it in the shower yesterday, holding it from 2pm to 6pm while she's being hydrated enough, so it didn't got dirty in the shower.
She did in the shower yesterday while washing herself then, and with her old habits, she really ached, it was so strong, her need, she wanted to touch her kitten so much, but both of her incumbents were home, she peed her not bursting or desperate but a good 60% of her maximum capacity bladder, it wasn't enough to even have a peegasm, she felt so tingly and she felt her heart beating in her clitoris for the rest of the evening, until she tried to sleep. What a fail, obviously.
She couldn't sleep before 1 or 2am, whiches is absolutely late for her, she turned and turned in her bed, sweating, also she got up to go to the toilet 3 times before reaching sleepness, as if she felt an ever-so-gently amount in her bladder, she really had to fight to not wet her bed on purpose, although would it be really on purpose if it's the aching need and hornyness that would make her do that? She don't know. She felt exausted. She felt ridiculous. She soon got back to sadness again, and it was even painfuller than previously.
After a week finally aside, Vesta was coming back from her workplace to her car. She is walking, on the side of the road, downtown, there is traffic, not too much but it's still 6pm (Her work have shifts, so she have different timetable sometimes) so it's not quiet, and she sometimes have to avoid people going in the counter direction of her. After a while, she perceive someone, kneeled on the ground, her face hidden.
Vesta release the figure have their face in their hands, and by their shoulders and bust, they trembled like if they were sobbing and crying. After some meters she is close enough to hear the cries, but no one stops by, anyone should have asked something by now right? She's been here for almost a minute or two, crying there. Would someone going to react or not? 'I- I think I should help this woman...' She thought, shyly.
She stops by, and wait, like if the character down here is gonna stop loudly crying as soon as she is in face of her. After a moment, eventually, she would take her courage in hands.
"Um. Sorry?" She cleans her throat. "Are you okay?" She asks.
The woman get her head up, and she look right in her green eyes. Vesta glances at the suitcase and the bag there is around her.
"Is something wrong miss?" She would ask. As the woman stops crying but don't say anything, she tries to say something else. "Do you want me to help you or such?"
"I-. I-. I don't have help right now. I'm-" The woman tries to speak in a strong german-like accent.
"Oh wow, um..." She is surprised by hearing the foreign accent. "Do you understand me?"
For little story explanations here, Vesta lives in UK, she speaks english (even if I may not write it good) and a relatively little of french but don't know german. Vesta is wearing random clothes, a shirt and a jean, but the woman on ground is wearing a gray hoodie, and seems to be wearing PJ's under it as the fleece of the material is colorful and looks quiet soft.
"Do you have a home?" Vesta asks.
"I am not at home..." She replies in her broken voice.
"What is your name? Who are you?" She asks.
"Angelika." She replies.
"Alright, my name is Vesta. It's fine, I'm gonna help you, but you have to get out of the way, people gonna step on you." She warns her.
"What?" She respond.
Vesta tries to do signs, but it's ridiculous.
"Where do you come from?" Vesta questions her.
"Um. France." Angelika respond.
"Do you speak- um- the french?" She asks in french.
"Yes I speak french. Do you speak french?" She asks in french.
"Um. A little bit." She respond. Although it's sounds like "A pautty peu", whiches super cute.
"Okay well I guess it's better to speak in french, we're going to understand eachother way better." Angelika suddenly speak in an actually good french. "I'm not gonna ask you to help me much, I think you certainly have things to do right?"
"Oh wow slow down please, I did not speak french since classes lessons." She says clumsily in french.
"Yes of course I am sorry. I said you don't have to help me, I'm a lost cause anyway." She speaks clearly.
"Why would you say that?" She asks. "What's going on?"
"I can't get home, I don't have money for a train or boat ticket right now." She precises her situation.
"Maybe I can buy it for you." She tries to say. "I can pay for you."
"If you're okay with that. But I don't even know where to go after that." She replies. "I have no one that can take care of me nonetheless."
"Come, I am going to help you." She replies.
They walk until Vesta's car and get inside it.
"I will drive you in the city center, you may find someone to help you there." She propose.
"Okay, thank you very much." She replies.
They drive though the city a bit, and then they stop the car, parked somewhere in middle of builings and city's business to start to talk, although it's a countryside city, so there is no endless heights skyscrapers, but the roads are tiled and people walk everywhere.
"So, tell me, how old are you miss?" Vesta asks.
"I'm 26 years old." She respond.
"Okay, you're a bit older than me. What are you doing here? By yourself, on your own... I would never get out of the region, even the city if it's at winter." She asks.
"I'm absolutely crazy. I was here for a girlfriend." She explains herself, being in a bit of a crying again. Her personality seems front and bold, confident and courageous, but right now she is in really bad mood and situation. "But she let me down, just like everyone else" She cries.
"Oh no I'm sorry, don't cry please." She tries to excuse herself.
"No. Don't be sorry. I'm just stupid to still trust in love. How weak I am, I can't stand I'm so pathetic!" She sublty cries.
"No don't say that. You know, I've been not really accepted myself and I'm single for a while now, I know what you're feeling." She says, trying to sympathize.
"Oh really?" She says before she starts rambling. "Did you left your country for her? Did you promised yourself to marry her, did you called her everyday on cam or phone to take news, while she was obviously not caring about you atall, and when you litteraly move across a sea for her, she throw you off, just because she learns one or two things about you that she's too bigheaded to accept, and you find yourself alone and lonely again one more time??" She cries.
She covers her face with her hands again, and cries. After a moment, Vesta senses she's calming a bit.
"Hey there... Have you finished?" She asks shyly.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have said that to you. You're so way out of my sphere. You won't understand." She respond, calmed, her beautiful voice is so nice to hear.
"Why?" She asks, without getting answered. Then she stares at the hooded face in her car. "Show me your face..."
The foreign woman seems to hesitate at first, but then she get the hood down to reveal her head and lean close to her. Her skin is mixed resulting in a blend of very slightly dark asians shades, her eyes are brown and narrow, she seems less trimed than Vesta as she have a tiny bit of facial hairs, her nose is big, her lips are common, her overall face is covered in red acne and her eyebrows are thick. It's a bit unclear at that point so it would be possible to wonder on her gender, but her voice and clothes are feminine enough, and since she didn't corrected calling her 'miss', Vesta guess it's right.
She stands closehere to her for a while, face in face, eyes in eyes. At this state, Vesta feels a lot of conflicting thoughts in her mind.
"I-" She tries to speak before nothing intelligent comes to her mind.
She feel a need, a very strong, deep need, a will, a curiousity, something she would really likes to try to do right now. But she's hesitant. Adrenaline rushes allthrough her and makes her feels like she's right now deciding a major life decision.
"Are you switching from strangers to potential lovers here?" Vesta asks, in a naughty smile, trying to prepare the terrain to maybe something more. "Because I feel myself comfortable staring at your beautiful face like that, so if you don't make us stop we're gonna stay here all night."
"No you're just kidding me right now. Say it. Say the truth. I'm ugly." Angelika states that not that firmly, Vesta senses she don't really thinks it's false or that she's just trying to trigger her comfortement, or maybe both, while she stares at her sweet, brown, love demanding eyes.
She observe her eyes, her tiny little eyes that tells somehow so much, so much suffering she had endured, so much crying she've done alone, by herself in her room, surely way more than her own 'sometimes a little lonely' cries, which are ridiculous when she thinks about them right now. Vesta feels a strong tingle in her panties. Her clitoris wakes up, as her body senses the sexual tension of the situation. That sudden excitement make her courageous enough, or crazy enough, or both at the same time to go further with this nice woman.
"Actually don't stay so close from me unless you wanna me to kiss you..." She tries to warn her. "And I see in your eyes you really would like me to kiss you so I mean are you sure you're not going to stay with me for a week or two then you're gonna seduce another girlfriend? I don't wanna my heart broken you know..." She asks.
"Are you mocking me or something? I mean seriously dude, didn't you've seen my face by now? Who do you think I'm gonna seduce here?" She says in her naturally playfully voice, allthought it's obvious she's not that joking unfortunately, as her experience talks in her voice when she says that. "With my unexistant english and my french..." She continues to rambles.
"You're so cute. I like your eyes. I like how you look at things. Your gaze is wonderfull." Vesta says softly.
"Oh really? You're going to flirt that hard with me now?" She plays. "Do you really need a girlfriend that badly?"
"I don't know, I'm shy to tryout, it'll be my first time." She replies shyly.
"I'm very open to apply to that job honey. What would you say we have a lil date once in a while huh?" She asks.
"In a while? Why not tomorrow?" She asks.
"Well I don't even know where I'm gonna sleep. So unless you have a magic portable resting device I don't think I'm gonna be prepared for a date by tomorrow." She respond in the middle of the sea of the red points on her face, and they are obvious as she's flushed by her compliments.
"You don't need to be prepared for anything. You're fine just like that." Vesta says, as she can't get her eyes off of her private parts from time to time.
"In my PJs. Really. Or are you turned on because you're wondering if I have underwears on?" She smiles, suddenly talking about that subject, which makes Vesta panic a bit.
"What? No! I would never dare to do that!" She says, but her face becomes a tomato while she tries to hide her head.
"Ohhh, that's it huh? You are. You even can't hide yourself from it. You're so naughty, babygirl... I like that..." She whispers, like if she were hiding herself from saying that.
Vesta thought about inviting her to her home but it would be a bit too early to do, and she's way too crazy to do that today. She wouldn't help but jumping on her. They get out of the car after a long silence, and get closer, in front of the car.
"What are you even going to do?" Vesta asks to the foreign woman.
"I don't know, Imma go to this LGBT saloon bar I see over there, although Imma try not to be abused by an transphobic butch in the process of making friends, but I have to take the risk anyway, my gay butt is gonna be so horny all the time and make me completely crazy otherwise."
Vesta is totally flustered by now and giggles. Absolutely embarrassed she is. Angelika told her about herself and a so private thing suddenly, even if they got warm a bit before that, she's suddenly so close. And that turns her on, as she's speaking about that kind of things and needs.
"Oh, it happens to you too?" She asks, playfully, retaining herself to pull her in the car to do her things right now.
"Yeah, and it's gonna hurt really bad since I'm single from today, I don't wanna you to see me in that state..."
"Wait, you said transphobic? So... You're tr-" She starts to say.
"Shhh. Don't say it out loud babygirl, you're going to get us caught." She whispers softly, after putting a finger on her mouth.
Vesta's burning by now. There is no words to describe further that. The burning need spread from her bush to all her body in a second.
"Bye honey!" She smiles. "I may gonna get a wink, just wanna warn you."
"Wait please don't get close with someone already, I wanna date you please." She confess.
"Too late, you didn't had courage to kiss me, now I may get seduced by a more dominant girl than you and she's not going to be nice with you around me, sorry..." She says playfully and giggling.
"No please have my social at least!" She says.
"Tell me in the ear." She replies.
Vesta whispers something in her ear.
"Alright, goodbye my love!" She says.
In an very brief instant, Angelika kisses Vesta, before getting away and waving her hand.
"Bye!!" "Bye Vesta!" They say to eachother.
Vesta gets home, she drinks a glass of water and diner, and when she get to her room, she waits on her bed. She never felt that for anyone. It was like her heart was cuddling with hers. It was like they are meant to be together. She really is scared she's gonna find someone at the bar or somewhere, but thinking, and being a bit selfish or mean to her, she thought she have no actual chances besides her.
She grab her plush, and started to kiss her. Yes, she chose her plush is a she today, like sometimes she done in her roleplays on the armchair. She couldn't hold it. With that encounter, she won't pass another day without screaming in need and pleasure. She hears the TV is on, they're both here at home, but her cunt didn't even got back to be soft since the moment of the car, she was tickling her, trying to trigger her, her kitten was in need, so much in need. What could she do? What if she couldn't hold it anymore?
She didn't pee since she got home, she's afraid she's not even gonna be able to go in the restroom, because if she undress, what is gonna restrain her from touching, rubbing, peeing and cumming as loudly as she needs to? She really wanna be a good girl, and she's so scared to do these naughty things, even if she can't hold herself, she would like to not do them, really, but it's too late. 'Coming home is too hard with how horny this stupid bitch made me.' she thought in a playfull, naughty undermeaning of her thoughts. She's so much naughty right now, after getting naked, she's laying on her kingsize bed, on top of her blue-greenish teddy bear over the covers, kissing, and grinding on her.
"I don't wait anymore. That's enough. My needs are not taken cared of, I have to do something about it right now." She says sighing softly, trying to play like before, as quiet as she can. "I have to have you head me right now. Use your French tongue on my cunt my lady, I'm not gonna let you breath until you're drown from my cum at least 4 times."
She rides the plush and thinks about her meeting, and she becomes louder and louder. She can't hold the moan, it's so good, she feels the need to wet her face so bad and it builds up inside her. She's right on the verge of doing something really bad. Really naughty. Exceedingly good tho. She grinds and grinds on the squeezed bear face, pushing her face on her with her hands, feeling her excitement dripping from her pussy, even if she washed her bear enough to not have it smells or dirty, but her actual excitement is enough to make it, dirty, wet, squishy, all of her day's stress is going to be relieved, a awful week it have been, she's so eager and greedy right now, she don't even mind to moan, she just let out herself, and almost at the point of coming, she can't hold herself.
A first gush of this clear, salty, well hydrated, yellowgreenish liquid spurts right onto the face of the plushy, loudly, splashing everywhere on her bed. She loudly moan, not even retaining herself by now, and she continues to circles her need, horny, hardrocking clitoris that she likes to play with, and a second gush lands on the plush.
She reaches cumming, the seventh sky, the orgasm, thinking about wetting the face of the love of her life. With the strength of the event, she stopped peeing as her whole body clenches, and by that point, she can hold herself again. Barely tho, her naughtiness telling her to continue to cum one more time and her bladder aching for relieving. She slowly grabs a bit of calmness, slightly.
"Oh no...-" She sighs, still breathing hard.
She touch the bed covers, their a bit wet, it got by the drops exploding from the impact on her stuffy's head, when she remind the sound of it what a pure bless, she almost let go again, sitting on the thick comfortable covers is so much better than the old broken lowcost armchair! She wanna taste how it feels! She have to! How can she manage to hold it in? Maybe it's the sound of the TV, still being on in the background in the lounge room.
"...What I have done?" She asks herself, feeling really guilty.
She touches the covers more to tries to rub it and make it a bit drier. Suddenly the door slams opens.
"What are you doin' in-..." Her busting auntie shout, her mouth wild open. "...here."
Fairye knew her niece should be active by now, but she's surprised it's around 11:50pm she's gonna do that. She thought she was singing. Sometimes she sings. But this time she wasn't. At least the sounds togethers could be identified as a really nice to hear music for us wetters and every other lewd, needy, horny people of most of the globe, meanwhile it wasn't meant to be heard by them. Vesta is not red. Red is not enough for her embarrassment right now. I think she's purple. This moment may feel like it's long for the both of them, but it's nearly instantaneously that she reacts.
"I'm sorry!" She says after she slams the door closed. "Um..." She lose her words a bit, her voice muffled behind the door. "It's time to go to bed darling, you're going to wake up the whole neighborhood if you don't shut it a bit..."
"I'm so sorry auntie I didn't meant to do that I-" She starts whining a bit, really scared of her reaction.
"It's okay darling, get to sleep if you have finished playing. You have to go to work tomorrow don't forget, that's all." She says embarrassed.
"What?" She says softly, not understanding her reaction.
Vesta don't understand. After some minutes she discreetly runs to the bathrooms while she hears they're still watching TV series or stuff. She sit on the toilet and let go, her full bladder, that have been fuller since hornyness making it filledup more.
She put her hands on her mouth, in case she would moan, but she don't, she feels just a slow, quiet peegasm that barely makes her clit tingles, while it's still calming down from the intense, eager orgasm.
She returns to her bedroom, drinks a glass of water as how she's thirsty now, and get in the bed. The slight wetness is warm, it helps her fall asleep quite fastly, and she gonna sleep so well.
So well, that she sleep like a baby. And although it is a good expression when you slept good, the problem is that she actually slept like a baby. Yes. You know what I mean.
She had a wet dream where she would lose it in the middle of her coworkers, and the humiliation was very harsh, but she peegasmed so well, she actually felt like she was going, but in her dream, it was confusing, before falling deeply asleep again.
But besides, Vesta, well, she don't have what a baby have. Yes. She wasn't protected. By anything really, since she was bare bare. She did have nothing to restrain her, the liquids to flow, the cum to spread, laying on her back, legs slightly spread...
Vesta wakes up slowly. She have to go to work, and it's annoying. But soon she felt the sensation there is when you're all wet down there. Her clitoris don't lose a second to become hard and excited.
"Oh no." She soflty speaks. "That is the right moment to have nighttime accidents really."
She feel her bladder is not full or empty, just middle filled. She thinks it must have been soon in the night, when she just come, the bladder of hers was too tired by that time surely.
She got to work and by 14 when she was driving home, she received a message on her social.
"I'm hanging at the cafe. What are you doin'? Do you wanna date or something?" She says.
Vesta don't lose a second and drive through the countryside city to find the cafe. She comes out of the car and walks to the cafe, then she glances at the people here. There is a constellation of beautiful people here, and they are all different, not like in a regular cafe were everyone is not original.
"Hello miss, can I buy you something?" Vesta says in a teasing voice.
"Um, I would like the cute ginger in front of me to come in my room and so I could brush her hairs and talk about boys with her, have a friendly little girl's afternoon and evening, I don't know if that's possible tho..." She plays.
"How much you pay for it?" She plays in a teasing voice.
"I would maybe pass an afternoon of kisses or a evening of cuddling, I don't know, what ever the store takes I'll pay a great price for it." She replies.
"Alright, I'm following you. So you magically have a home huh?" She says.
They start walking and get out of the bar.
"It's one of the main manager of the association of local LGBT+ people's apartment, she's a sister of mine, she have around 35, she's going to teach me a lot of things for my transition and all, she have a shelter where it's free to sleep at for us. All that stuff. I'm almost sleeping under a bridge at 25, my life is a mess, you know, common people struggles." She rambles.
"I like your look today. Is that hers?" Vesta asks pointing the oversized shirt and sweatpants.
"Um... Yes." She replies.
"That's all you've shared with her right?" Vesta asks afraid.
"What are you scared of? She's straight." Explain Angelika, and Vesta smiles. "Mostly." Vesta loses her smile.
"Please, your not going to cheat on me right?" She asks.
"Of course not. I mean are we in a relationship now right?" She asks in return.
"I would say yes." Replies Vesta.
"Oh... Okay." Replies Angelika.
"Why? What did you done with her?" She asks annoyed.
"Okay listen, if you're going to be like that all the time I guarantee you won't hear about me ever again since tomorrow." Angelika set.
"Oh yeah, sorry, I'm just unsecure." She replies.
"Unsecure? What insecurities you could possibly have huh? Unless you're intrinsically a bitch which will make us have some problems as I'm not going to stay in a relationship like the ones before this time, although I say that all the time, we are going to have a nice time together, don't worry." She explains.
"Okay. Yeah of course, I'll try to stay quiet on that. But I really wanna keep you to myself I'm sorry, I can't help it." Vesta confess.
"Oh you can't help it huh?" Angelika replies. "You're so selfish and don't even care about my agree on that do you?" She teases her.
Angelika laboriously open a heavy door in front of a building before they climb stairs.
"Yeah I am. I'm not ashamed of it." She plays.
"Oh really. That's nice." She replies.
She open the apartment door and a cozy room appear through it.
"Oh wow that's so comfy here!" Vesta says when she sit on the couch.
"Well you can come whenever you want here. It's LGBT free anyway. But if you want to see me it's better to message me first, if you don't I may be sleeping or showering or I don't know so I wouldn't want you to wait so long besides the door." She says.
"Oh I don't think I'm gonna wait you get out of your bed or your shower to get to see you." She tease her.
"Oh really?" She smiles. "I'm just right here now so, I don't know what are you waiting for. I'm just for you my british ginger."
Vesta lean closes to her, but she get interrupted by a door noise. Someone comes of a corridor and get to the kitchen, then they open the frigid and get a soda.
"Um. I-" She says.
The figure don't even care about them and get back to the room. Vesta is embarrassed. Angelika throw an eye and see the guy.
"Oh. It's Hunter. He's a trans guy." She explains.
"Hm hm." Mumbles Vesta looking at her with a slightly jealous tone.
"He's gay." She says, but Vesta isn't really convinced. "Hunter, get here."
The nerdy guy appear and signs at the new girl.
"Hi. You're not going to be too loud you two huh? Because I'm gonna call my boyfriend so I wouldn't like to have background noises you know?" He asks.
"Oh um..." Angelika turns her head and look at Vesta, who is dying of blushing right now. So she turns her head back at him and smiles. "It looks like we're going to, sorry."
The guy sighs, already subtly annoyed, and get back to the room further. Angelika smiles at Vesta.
"Are we going to?" Vesta asks shyly.
"What? No..." Says Angelika. "We don't have to. We can just kiss. A nice session of kissing. Like kiss buddies. We can stay buds if you wanna. I'm not begging you to cuddle with me if you don't wanna..."
"You're embarrassing yourself." Vesta tries to retake control. "You look cute when you cart around the subject."
"Oh really. That's why it's your cheeks that are the same color as tomatoes right now maybe?" She teases her.
"Listen I-" She mumbles before cleaning her throat. "I'm not used to being this close to anyone so, yes, I'm blushing." She giggles herself out of embarrassment
"Oh babygirl you're so cute..." She smiles, and she looks down at her body. "Can I... touch your breasts? They look... amazing..." She stares at them and loses her words.
Vesta wear her formal work clothes, a white shirt and a black skirt. Angelika sighs certainly thinking about doing things to her. She raises ever so gently a hand and lead it closer bit by bit to her. But Vesta playfully slaps it and get it down.
"I'm not your babygirl." She smirks.
"Oh I see. I am yours in that case right?" She asks.
"Oh I-" Mumbles Vesta before losing her words. She don't really know what to say, she would like to say yes, but she's so cute and skittish. "Um..."
"Are you not into cute innocent cuddles my shy butt would give you?" She says. "Or you're not really a fan of slow builds?"
"No I didn't meant- I mean I wanna you to feel safe with me. The situation is crazy I know but, I can't be in the mood if it seems I'm abusing you." She confesses. "So even if I really would like to dom you and I do so much, I mean I feel it's kind of strange, I can't really help it."
"That's okay. I understand. But are you really scared of dominance you could have on me while you're so little domme anyway?" She asks.
"I'm a virgin. You're certainly way more experienced than me." Vesta confess blushing.
"You know." Angelika take serious tone, something quite rare elsewhen she talks with her playful voice. "I'm a virgin too."
"You are?" She asks.
"Yes. Besides. I never seen or touch a ciswoman before." She redresses and wiggles closer to her. "I really really wanna feel your breasts right now... Can I?" She asks in a super duper cute, or actually needy tone.
"Of course you can, I'm waiting for your touch since yesterday in my car." She says. "I noticed how you looked at me. I wanted to comeback and yell at you. You turned me on so much I almost got caught coming by my family, you're lucky they didn't because I would have teased you for so long before touching you."
"Oh no you wouldn't, that would torture me so hard." She says in a pre-harmed voice.
Angelika eventually reach her breasts, and grabs them in her hands so tightly... Vesta feel good at her touch even if she's so eager to touch her so she's not really gentle.
"Don't so harsh please." Vesta warns her.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't knew it would hurt." She says.
"No, you didn't hurt me. Its more pleasant when your subtle that's it." She confess.
"Okay. Alright. I'm still learning. Don't judge me, I don't know how to kiss." Angelika confesses.
She slowly lean close to her and she leave a kiss on her lips. Vesta sighs, as the moment is too short for her.
"More. More more more please." She whines.
"Oh my, babygirl, when you whimper for me I feel so great." She trembles.
Angelika have a tear running down her right cheek. Vesta is a bit surprised.
"Are you crying?" She asks curious. "Why are you crying?"
"No I'm not! I'm just so glad I-" Her voice cracks like a middleage teen. She sob a tiny bit, overloaded with lots of different emotions. "I'm so glad someone finally accept my presence around them I- I can't help it." She cries.
Vesta get tears too, as her girl friend is really emotional.
"I'm sorry darling it's so much love I can't..." She cries.
"No... No... What can I do to make you in the mood? I really want you right now. Don't break up please, I'm so needy for you!!" She says eagerly.
She tries to calms down while Vesta hugs her.
"Are you turned on enough to continue or...?" She asks shyly.
"Yes I am." She says.
"I mean are you aroused?" She tries to precise herself.
"What are you asking for exactly?" She replies, shyly too.
"Down there. Are you okay if I go there?" She asks.
"I... I am." She sighs.
Vesta gets on her and lead her laying on the couch. She kisses her, they grind a bit, but Vesta gets closer and closer to her down parts with a hand. Therefor Angelika stops her, grabbing her hand, before she reach there.
"I really want us doing that, but I'm still so confused... Because I know one thing. Don't mention anything about anything there is there, it gets me right into defensive mode really. It overloads my dysphoria in an atomic charge I swear to you. Don't describe. Don't tease me. Don't mock me at all even in a teasing way I assure you I can't take it, and don't try because you don't wanna see that. Don't talk. Don't giggle. Don't say anything. It will hurt me so bad." She cries.
"It's okay. It's alright. I've noticed that." She kisses her. "I won't hurt you my little princess."
When she says this last word Vesta introduce her hands into her intimacy, inside her pants and unders. Angelika moan, she could not hold it at all from this point. A tear run down on each of her cheeks.
"I like it so much..." She cries. "Don't stop my love please I really need you!" She whines.
"It's okay, I won't stop." Vesta comforts her.
"Oh I think I'm gonna-" She moans suddenly.
They calm down a bit, Angelika completely red and sighing so heavily.
"Did I was gentle enough?" She asks for validation of her moves.
"I... Can't... Describe..." She replies.
"Rate me." She says.
"A fucking billion of universe can't have enough matter in them to write the number. This is astonishing." She calms down.
"That much? No it's not true..." She's surprised. "Was it your first orgasm ever?"
"What a stupid question you ask!" She replies in a second, annoyed by her speeches. "Do I look like I could work me on my own?"
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I like to talk about exciting stuff, I can't help." She confess.
"Oh yeah? You must be so fucking wet right now!" She smirks. "I'm going to make you scream until you cry, I want my face painted in your cum buddy, I won't stop until then."
"Buddy? I thought I heard 'my love' back then..." She smiles.
"Okay. I can tease you if you insist."
Angelika lift her skirt up to reveal the hairy bush of her girl friend. She use her tongue to circle around, but quite far from it, on her thighs and belly, also on her bellybutton.
"Oh no, you're evil!" She moans.
Vesta felt her bladder being full. She can't really remind but it filled quite fast as she got excited, and she didn't relieved since her worktime. She don't know why, and it scares her a bit, she wouldn't want to mess the couch or her face, does she?
"You're trembling so much. I can't get there. Open your legs babygirl." She orders.
"Are you sure you want that?" Vesta asks.
"Yes, let me help you relieve yourself my babygirl." She replies. |
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Day 18: Caught peeing in a strange location Cassandra Cain (Batgirl)
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The darkness hung over Gotham City like a heavy blanket. Even the streetlights could barely penetrate it, and anything higher than a few stories up was black as pitch. That suited Cassandra Cain just fine, however. Crouching on the rooftop of a towering apartment building, she was relying on the night to be her cover. She scanned the streets through infrared binoculars, but her prey had yet to show itself.
“Bat-C?” the voice in her ear buzzed. “Any sign of them yet?”
“Not yet, Bat-S,” Cassandra replied. The girl on the other end was Stephanie Brown, her closest friend. Both were currently operating under the alias of Batgirl, so the codenames were a way to identify themselves while staying secure. You never knew who could be listening.
“You think O’s data was false?” Stephanie wondered aloud.
“I assure you, it was not,” came the unamused voice of Barbara Gordon. A former Batgirl herself, she now provided comms and intel under the name of Oracle.
“Babs!” Stephanie cried, which was painfully loud over the earpieces. “I didn’t know you were on this channel!”
“Are you really surprised?” Barbara asked. She needed no answer; everyone knew her technical skills were second to none.
“Anyway,” Barbara continued, “the data’s solid. There’s a new gang in town, and they’re scheduled to make a major arms deal tonight on Varley Avenue. They call themselves the Mutants, but they don’t appear to be meta-humans.”
“Just trying to scare people,” Cassandra surmised.
“Mm-hm,” Barbara agreed. “Then again, those in glass houses…” She trailed off. “Anyway, several terrified goons have vouched for the information’s authenticity, but there seems to be some disagreement over the exact time and location of the meeting. Both of you stay put for now.”
“Understood,” said Cassandra, and she resumed her patrol.
Minutes turned into hours, but there was still no sign of the target. Still gazing through the binoculars, Cass shifted her crouching position to avoid getting a cramp. As she did, she felt an uncomfortable tingle in her bladder.
Not surprising, she thought, given how long I’ve been up here. I’ll take care of it as soon as I get the chance.
But that chance never came. As time passed agonizingly slowly, Cassandra began to fidget involuntarily. She breathed deeply and tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of a full bladder. No matter how hard she tried, however, Cass was unable to block out the sensation. It stayed with an irritating persistence, prodding her, testing her resolve.
I can’t concentrate like this! Cassandra realized. She winced as another realization hit her. In that case, there’s only one solution. With one hand still holding the binoculars (through which she still saw nothing), she reached down and removed her utility belt. Once that was out of the way, she pulled at the lower portion of her costume. The latex pants were tight, but Cass eventually managed to get them around her ankles. Her underwear was much easier to take off, by comparison. Cassandra shot a quick glance down at her nude lower body to make sure she wouldn’t splash her boots, then resumed her lookout, squatted, and let her bladder relax.
Cassandra sighed in relief as she started peeing, a steady stream flowing out of her and landing on the rooftop with a soft pitter-patter. Bright light rose up in front of the infrared binoculars, and Cass realized with some embarrassment that her pee was making steam in the cold night air. Still, it felt good to relieve her desperation. And there was something exciting about doing so in a public place, even if nobody could see her.
“Cass?”
Cassandra jerked her head around towards the source of the noise. Stephanie had landed silently on the roof behind her, and was staring goggle-eyed at the squatting Batgirl.
“Um, what are you doing?” Steph asked. Cass felt her face burn up. Her back was turned to Stephanie, but that was a small mercy: she knew her rear was fully exposed, and that what she was doing was all too obvious.
“I had to… you know, go,” Cass explained weakly, silently begging for her stream to stop.
“Stupid question,” Steph mumbled, turning away. “I’ll let you finish.”
“Thank you,” said Cassandra, and it wasn’t long before her bladder was fully empty. She redressed herself and announced, “You can look now.”
The two Batgirls faced each other, an awkward silence hanging between them.
“I won’t mention it if you won’t,” Stephanie said finally.
“Sure,” said Cassandra gratefully. “Why are you here anyway?”
“Oh, right!” Steph cried. “I almost forgot, I spotted the Mutants! Oracle wanted radio silence, so I went to grab you. I figured you wouldn’t want to miss the fun.”
“You know me well,” said Cass with a smile. Together, they swung off into the night.
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Next up: In front of a crush |
((This is my first time writing smut, sorry if it’s terrible.))
“I don’t know, you just really remind me of the main character of the show, or whatever. I think you’d like it!” Raphael blurted out, tipsy but eager.
“I mean, is it on Netflix? It’d be pretty chill if we watched it.” Adrian boldly quipped.
Even after two amazing dates, Adrian still felt nervous around Raphael. Something about his charming confidence left him with so many butterflies that the only time his thoughts settled was when he had a cozy few drinks - and tonight was gonna be the night where they finally take the big next step.
”Haha! I see what you did there.” Raphael smirked, a glint of mischief reflecting out of the corner of his brown eyes. “It would be pretty chill if we watched it. I should probably go with you, just in case you need to borrow my Netflix account.”
The two laughed playfully as the waitress refilled their water glasses yet again. Their eyes locked as both took another nervous-but-excited sip of water.
”I’ll be right back, here’s my card if the waitress comes by.” Raphael stood, dropped a debit card on the table, and looked around. “We can split the bill and maybe instead of me taking you home, I could possibly take you up on your kind and generous suggestion of coming back to my place, watching some Netflix, and possibly chilling?”
”I’ll have to check my schedule, but I think I can pencil you in.” Adrian smirked in return.
”Sounds like a plan! I’m just gonna pee first.”
Raphael made his way through the small row of tables into the men’s room. Much to his dismay, it wasn’t a private room. And yet worse, there was someone loudly groaning in the stall.
Walking up the the urinal, the man unzipped his fly and watched his long flaccid penis hanging helplessly in front of him. “Come on. I can piss on a guys face in the shower, but I can’t piss in a public bathroom?”
Raphael watched his flaccid member for well over a minute, still too nervous to pee. The only moisture coming from it was the short bead of precum he had leaked from the thought of finally seeing Adrian naked.
Feeling too uncomfortable to continue standing there, Raphael anxiously repackaged his privates, zipped up, and washed his hands in slight defeat.
”Ready to go?” Raphael asked, walking back to the table, doing his best to put on a brave face.
“Oh, yeah, sure!” Adrian replied, too embarrassed to admit that suddenly standing stirred the liquids in his system. He looked to the bathroom longingly as he followed an eager Raphael out the door.
Both jumping into the doors of Raphaels silver sedan, the two celebrated a successful third date with a passionate kiss. Adrian’s curious hands couldn’t help but try to wander under Raphael’s belt, but the added pressure of Adrians hand caused Raphael to jump. He immediately started the car.
”H-Heh, be patient now. I love just a little drive away.”
Adrian rested his hand on the mans thigh. The thought of the sex the two were going to have completely eclipsed the ache of needing to pee. He was slightly anxious, because he’s notoriously bad at holding his liquids, but 20 minutes is no big deal. Plus, if he absolutely had to stop, he could piss on the side of the road, and maybe Raphael would want to watch.
”We can compromise though.” Raphael said, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down his fly. He adjusted himself for comfort, and to let a peek of his blue plaid boxers and slight happy-trail poke through from under the shirt. Raphael sighed with relief at losing the added pressure.
”Compromise sounds fun!” Adrian replied, following suit for the exact same reasons. He looked down and checked his briefs before offering Raphael a better view, just to make sure he wasn’t accidentally wearing one of the many pee stained pairs of briefs. These were a dark navy with a cut that was very flattering on his bulge, and as far as he could qremember, he hadn’t wet himself in them more than just a bit.
Raphael peeked curiously to Adrian repeated as he drove ever closer to home. Pulling up to the on-ramp, he was just two highway exits away from relief. The pair playfully flirted as they turned a wide corner, but we’re stunned to silence by the extremely sudden stop of traffic.
Between the fear of causing an accident, and the seatbelt pushing into his bladder, Raphael instantly broke the seal and started to leak a weak steady stream. He hadn’t even noticed until a few seconds after the adrenaline had worn off that he was mid stream and had to stop before it became a flood.
“Ugh, this exit always gets backed up by the bridge. It’s a fucking death trap” Raphael complained, trying to hide his blushing face.
Adrian grunted amicably, completely preoccupied. The near accident caused a small spurt, and the man cautiously crept his hand into his open pants to inspect the damage, but kept his hand there to help hold back the flood.
The car remained unmoved on the center of the bridge for close to 10 minutes. The highway exit in sight, but no way to go forward. The men held strong, barely speaking more than just quick small talk. The mood remained sullen until they saw the police lights ahead and realized that the death trap of an exit might have been living up to its name.
”There was probably an accident ahead. That’d explain the sudden stop.” Adrian bleated meekly, feeling defeated. “And I’ve got to piss so friggin bad.”
”Yeah, me too. …I couldn’t go at the restaurant, so I’ve just been holding it.”
The pair laughed as they reached inside their underwear to get a firm grip on themselves. Raphael sat in shock of how wet his crotch was from his earlier leak, while Adrian winced at every small drop that escaped his grip.
”God, I don’t know how much I can hold it, Raphael, I’m not gonna lie.”
Raphael sighed, and pulled down his pants to show off the wet spot in his underwear, “I know how you feel.” He replied sheepishly. “I’m…” he winced through a visible spurt, “heh heh, I’m into piss… so if you were to piss on the floor of my car, I’d be cool with it.”
Adrian picked up the hint and unbuckled his seatbelt. He carefully took off his shoes so he could get his pants and underwear off and smiled to Raphael. “I’m pretty open to pee pee games, if you wanted to go too. I could try to drink it, but I already have to go pretty bad.”
Feeling his control rapidly slipping, Raphael kicked his pants around his ankles and forced his boxers down, spurting loudly with each movement. His hairy, exposed lower torso fountained heavy bursts into the air before he could get a grip and aim downward. The wayward piss stream had lightly drizzled his chest, and some of Adrians leg. Not that Adrian minded.
Adrian was mostly undressed, pulling off his damp underwear and tucking it aside with the rest of his clothes. Even watching Raphael piss a full uncontrollable jet stream into the carpeted floor of the car, Adrian still mustered a faint “I’m sorry” as he joined Raphael in his relief.
“Don’t be,” Raphael replied through a sweaty moan, “you look so hot right now.” Adrian was silent, still in shock that he was brought to a full wetting accident in a guys car.
”I mean it.” Raphael affirmed gruffly through the sounds of their hissing piss. He pulled the silent man into a kiss with one arm, and letting go of his own aim, rubbed the mans inner thigh, teasing his shaft with the lightest touch.
The two pulled free of the kiss as the last signs of dribbling had passed. “Well that wasn’t what I expected to have happen.” Adrian stated jokingly.
”Me either. We should do it again.” |
Hi I’m Max, I have been living next door to Pete and Cheri Steinfeld for a few years now and I'm both ashamed, but at the same time a little proud, to say I'd been screwing around with their daughter for almost as long. Hailee and I clicked from day one and I’ve gotten to know more about her. I’ll never forget the first time I saw her, I was 18 and she was 17. One day I woke up from my bed I saw the rising star getting dressed by her window. I confess that when I was younger I was a bit stalkery, but Hailee grew to love it when we first started dating. Anyway, I watch the female singer place on some skinny jeans and a white top, I couldn’t believe how sexualised she made get dressed looked it was like she knew I was peeping at her.
Then later I went to the mall to buy a nice suit to go to one of my school friend’s 19th birthday. A few moments later after I went into three shops I see my neighbour running to the ladies room, I couldn’t contain myself I was so turned on looking at her getting dressed that I sneakily walked behind her and followed her into the bathroom. She beat me inside and went into the nearest stall, I entered soon after and nobody was inside except for me and Hailee. I couldn’t believe my ears when she let go, it felt like she kept that in for such a long time and I could hear the sighs of relief from her lips. I left soon after the stream ended and I cherished that sight for my whole life.
She was now 24 and I was 25, unfortunately as she became more and more famous I rarely saw her as her schedule kept her so busy she was barely ever home these days, always jetting off around the globe and whenever she did get home for a weekend, she was almost never left alone for more than five minutes so there was no chance to even indulge in one of our fun quickies. The last time I think I saw her was three years ago when her family invited me over to their house for a BBQ where she followed me to the bathroom and watched me as I peed. Then I remember this visibly that she told me that she had a crush on me ever since I came to live here and she then confessed that she knew it was me who followed her into the ladies room when we were still teenagers.
I watched as she dropped to her knees and grabbed my cock and devoured it in seconds, that was my first time have sex with her and that experience made me see that she was a real wildcat behind her fame. Of course a part of me knew it was all for the best, we'd been pushing our luck for three years and it was a miracle we'd yet to be caught. With her busy working out of town, it had been almost six months since we'd last met up and I was pretty confident it was over up until I received a text in the middle of the night from my seductive young neighbour.
"Hey, you still awake?" it read plainly. I didn’t message her back yet, I stared at the screen of my iPhone blankly. “I am now," I quickly messaged back, “I'm home this weekend, should have the place to myself for the weekend." My stomach lurched as I read her blunt message. I never dreamt that I’d even see her again. Not knowing how to proceed, I didn't reply for a few minutes until Hailee took advantage of my hesitation with another message. She sent me a nude photo of herself in her bedroom with another message saying "I'm so horny, I wanna be super naughty this weekend.” I was so turned on that I almost groaned out loud when I read that text. I hesitantly texted back to her “Jesus, are you for real?" I watched intently as she was busy typing, "Is that a yes then? Are you gonna help me be kinky this weekend, or am I going to have to find someone else?" We spent almost an hour constantly texting back and forth.
"Damnit, you know I can never say no to you."
“That's what I thought."
"I might have to punish you though for being such a little tease!"
“Mmm, I like the sound of that. You gonna punish your little anal slut?"
"Fucking hell."
"Oops, am I making you hard? You better not cum though, I want you to save it. I'm gonna have you shoot it all straight into my ass!"
"Jesus Hailee, you're killing me."
"You love it really. Anyway I've gotta to go so I'll talk to you later and see you on the weekend, yeah?"
I read through the messages again, I looked down and saw how hard I was during that scene and rolling over to try and get some sleep. Unfortunately it was only Tuesday so I really was in for a long exhausting wait.
I finally saw Hailee arriving home for her weekend off from work while I was on my way out. She got out of her car and simply gave me an innocent wave and flashed me her winning smile but even that was enough to rile me up, knowing what we had planned.
I spend the whole day in my house while my crush was having a welcome home party with her parents, but that didn’t bother me how they kept it a family affair rather than inviting me over because I knew full well the trouble Hailee and I would end up getting into. I remember I fell asleep watching TV until I awoke from the sound of my phone, it was Hailee she just texted me. It was a 30 second video, I didn’t know what think of it at first but I did press play in the end. In the video, Hailee walked inside the bathroom completely desperate to pee, she sat straight on the toilet and grabbed her phone. She then pointed it to her crotch and in seconds she was peeing herself, I watched as she completely flooded her tight blue jeans. I couldn’t watch anymore, I promised her that I would not cum until tonight but I was so annoyed that I had to limit my pressure.
I freaked out absolutely had no idea what to do, but in the end I replied back saying “See you tonight :)” I got no reply from her for hours until much later. It was several hours later to be exact. Early in the morning I was woken up by a bump in the house. After brushing it off as the wind I rolled over in bed to check the time, just gone 3am, but at the same time I saw a dozen of missed messages from Hailee.
I quickly opened them and scrolled through them ranging from “My parents have left :)”, "I'm so wet right now", "I need you" and ultimately with "Fuck it, I can't wait any longer, I'm coming over." As if on cue, just as I read that final message my bedroom door creaked open. I almost instinctively leapt out of bed to grab a weapon before recognising Hailee's dark hair and long legs. My eyes widened in horror as she was only wearing black lingerie, I’m so glad that I wasn’t married because there will be nothing stopping from having long awaited sex with the pop star. Hailee didn't say a word to me while leaning over and slipping her tongue into my mouth with a deep sigh while her hand wormed its way under the covers in search of my growing erection.
"I used the spare key you gave dad, I just couldn't wait," she pouted almost apologetically once we pulled apart from our deep kiss. "You've got no idea how bad I need it." As she spoke she was already sliding the bed sheets off me and kissing her way down my chest while fishing my long cock out with her delicate, manicured hands. "Just don't move, let me take care of you," she whispered, her hot breath wafting over my shaft. I found myself utterly paralyzed as Hailee brushed her long hair to one side and teased my entire manhood with her lips and tongue before finally engulfing the head. It was surreal. I'd never felt anything quite like it, it was as if she was making love to my cock with her mouth. I found it a constant struggle not to moan out loud as Hailee keenly serviced me, apparently eager to show off her skills.
I was enjoying her playing with my manhood but she then elevated this when she began deepthroating me and loudly gagging herself with my meat, I took my hands and undressed her until the only thing I could see was her curvy body. I was enjoying the experience too much that I failed to see how desperate she was too use the bathroom, she had such a huge bladder bulge and looking back on it now I’m glad I failed to see that. Hailee moaned as loud as she could as she blew me like a trumpet to the point I began bucking my hips involuntarily to meet her greedy mouth and enter her throat. “Fuck—you're gonna make me cum if you keep that up," I warned her, grabbing her thick ass. "Mmpphf—not yet," she begged. I slowly moved my greedy hands of her ass and moved them to her pussy. “Oh fuck! Don’t stop please,” she pleaded. I brushed my hand through her vagina, I watched as she moaned in absolute pleasure and then it happened...
Her floodgates opened she was peeing on me, my hand become sopping wet as she released her golden shower in full force. Her pee ran everywhere most of it went on my body and the rest went on my bed. I then slipped myself under her body to drink from her fountain and my god was it interesting, this whole experience made miss how I remember her when we were teenagers - young, innocent, naughty, sexy and mischievous. These were all qualities that she maintained through adulthood.
I was really enjoying the sounds of her hot golden urine pouring out of her aching pussy, but like everything in life I couldn't take anymore and forced myself to push her away. Hailee simply giggled at how breathless I was already. “Fucking hell! I’m sorry Maxi I didn’t mean to pee on you I forgot about going to the bathroom. I’m sorry I’ve been holding that in for 3 hours and I knew I would blown up soon.” "Hey, don’t you worry, I understand but I fucking enjoyed it how about you stay the night with me?” “Oh my god yes! I’d love too.” I assured her that she could sleep with me before I manipulating her to bend over and stick her ass up.
Hailee bit her lip as she looked over her shoulder and I was about to give her the best sex she’ll ever have, but before that I asked her a question “Now Haliee, please tell me you weren’t hold in big logs of poo because I don’t want them to explode off in my face.” “No Maxi, I have no urge to shit so do your best and don’t disappoint me.” "Good girl," I whispered, letting my fingers drift down to stroke and lick her ass. I felt her shapely legs tremble as I plunged my tongue into her sweet butthole. "Holy shit—fuck yes, don't stop!" Hailee panted, her fists gripping the cushions. "That feels so good!" She pleaded me to stick my fat cock inside her, I lifted her legs up "You ready?" I asked, whispered into her ear as I lined my cock up with her perfect ass. "Uh-huh, do it."
We both took a deep breath as I pushed in, wincing as I entered her butt for the first time in years. "Oh God—" she bemoaned as I stretched her. "Keep going, I fucking like it..." I wonder how often she'd played with her ass beforehand because it felt like she knew what to do or was she just trying to make me cum inside her. "Wow. Fuck, that feels amazing," she moaned as I wrapped my arms around her. "I love the way you fill my ass..." "Yeah? Like that hard cock buried inside you?" "Fuck. Seriously, don't move, I could cum just like this." "Go ahead, I'm not going anywhere." Hailee sighed as she leisurely began rubbing her cunt while I remained embedded almost balls deep in her flawless derriere. Her ass gripped me like a searing vice but nothing on Earth was going to make me pull out in that moment while the twenty-year old starlet moaned and writhed against me.
She soon melted in my arms when I brushed her hair to one side and began kissing and licking the back of her sweaty neck before she turned her head to kiss me back. We remained fused together like this for some time until I felt her slip two fingers into her eager cunt. Rolling over I moved on top of her while she lifted her ass into the air giving me a new angle of attack, allowing me to slam into her hard and deep, making her head spin. "Ugh—oh fuck—nggh—yes!" she grunted. "Harder! Fuck that ass!" We were past the point of passion, it was pure, unadulterated lust that kept us going.
I warned her I had some frustration to take out on her and that's exactly what I was doing and, to her credit, Hailee was keeping up, taking it and wantonly begging for more. "C'mon, use me! Pull my hair, fuck me hard!" she pleaded loudly. It was something I'd quickly discovered about her years back, Hailee loved having her hair played with so it really set her off when I grabbed a fistful of it and cocked her head back, driving myself even deeper into her hole.
A few strokes later her entire body quaked violently and her mouth hung open in a silent scream as she came again. Her ring squeezed down on my so hard I was forced to pull out, quickly spinning her around as my cock erupted, spewing my load all over her pretty face before she opened her mouth and took my pulsing member inside. With one hand she massaged my balls as she greedily drained me dry before finally collapsing back on my bed with a satisfied smile on her messy face.
To Be Continued...
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The light began to shine through the window, it was morning. I look at my phone next to me 6:30, I turned over to look back at Hailee sleeping - my god did she look cute sleeping. I tap her on the shoulder to wake her up but she did not budge, so I took my hand and rubbed her pussy and she instantly woke up. “Good morning Maxi, you naughty boy! Oh fuck me I have to go to the bathroom!” “No please don’t go, do it in my bed. I wash it today, go on.” “Maxi, thanks for giving me those rights, but the thing is I’ve never enjoyed bed wetting and I really have to go - sorry.”
She leaps out of bed as if she’s transforming back into human after playing a wild animal earlier in the morning. I watch her walk naked into my bathroom, I’m surprised she remembered where everything is in my house since she was 19. I heard her moan loudly while having a dump, oh my god the sound of Hailee’s huge logs hitting the toilet and every second so moaning in relief was such a turn on.
I barely couldn’t control myself I had to watch her go, my mind just couldn’t stop thinking about her. I walked my way to the bathroom, there I watched Hailee defecating into the toilet. I don’t know why I was so turned on watching her take a shit but something made me want to be close to her, I grabbed her leg and squeezed it hard. She looked up and instantly smiled looking at my face, I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She grabbed my leg and like a spider climbed up it to grab my cock, oh did I love it when she played with my cock!
We both came out of the bathroom with so much excitement, I watched her slip herself back into her tracksuit from last night. I watched as she was going to put her pants on, however I noticed that her white panties she wore was not wet, so I slid my hand under her panties and started rubbing her covered up modestry. She grabbed my hand and knocked it out of the way, “Maxi, not now. You’ll get your time later.” Sometime has past since I decided to be naughty, as a result we got dressed together and we ate breakfast together, it was almost like we were married. I followed Hailee into the living room, not expecting what’s going to happen. I watch as she walks like a fashion model to the sofa, I’m imagining that she’ll lie down and persuade me to come over and have more sex, I know she’ll try to make me have more sex with her because she has a massive crush on me and knowing that her parents aren’t here is perfect as she’ll just play with me like her favourite toy.
However, as I’m to busy daydreaming of having sex with her, she’s absolutely desperate to pee as she’s holding herself and jumping on the spot. I was not focusing, but I knew drinking orange juice, water and coffee would make go sooner or later. I snap out and I look at Hailee my god, she’s desperate. “Maxi, what do I do, you were right orange juice, water and coffee don’t mix well.” My god! I nearly had an heart attack, she was about to burst and I can control her, so I commanded her that going to the bathroom is not going to happen throughout her stay, so in short the only thing I let her do was to wet herself.
She stared at me smiling, “Oh Maxi, you cheeky boy! You know how much I love humiliating myself in front of you, your wish is granted.” Within a matter of seconds I watch as she completely floods her grey tracksuit pants, I started to feel uneasy when I see her piss travel down her long legs and into her shoes. She looks up at me noticing my big grin on my face and looks down inspecting the big puddle she’s leaving.
A whole minute later after I cleaned up my girlfriend’s mess, we sat on the couch watching tv but at the same time Hailee was wearing no pants or panties during our binging on tv. I placed her clothes in the washing machine, thinking back on what I said earlier I couldn’t wait to see how she’s going to endure two days of no bathroom, but I remembered the time she told me that she had to hold her urge in during a music video shoot that went over time because of technical difficulties with the camera, which almost made the whole shoot more than an an hour.
She looked at me starring intently at my eyes and spoke, “Max what shall we do today. I would love to sit here and piss myself multiple times but I don’t want these weekends to feel like a bore to both of us.” I stop and think for a moment, “I agree, even though watching have all these embarrassing accidents are really fun, but I just wished there was some way that we could do some other things outside with no one playing the paparazzi on us.” Hailee thinks for awhile until she speaks again, “Hey, why not the beach? It’s not one hundred per cent the right weather for it so they will be less people or maybe even nobody on the beach.”
I knew it was a good idea, it was cold and not a lot of people would be on the beach. I get up from the sofa and noticed Haliee is gone with only her t-shirt and sports bra left hanging over a nearby armchair. I walk into my room and there she is completely nude. She turns around and I almost drop dead just by looking at her. God she’s beautiful I kept telling myself over and over, I felt a little stiff somewhere down bellow but I put that off trying my best to work out why she’s appearing naked to me. The famous actress and singer walks up to me and places her hands over my arms. “Darling, we have time to kill!” she says in a highly sexualised manner.
We are now currently enjoying our time on the beach, we used to come here often when we were younger. I vividly remember being close friends with her since age 14, I remember when we were on the beach and she’ll always purposely wet herself because she was always lazy to walk back and use the public restroom. But it was when we were 18 when I realised that we could become more than friends. We were sitting on our favourite spot since childhood, the old abandoned wharf. It was our lookout point, our special place, our private bathroom... Yes you did hear me clearly as Hailee grew older she became more and more naughty, I remember when she would use the broken bridge as her toilet. I remember vividly her squatting and loading huge logs of poo into the water below. But what I always remember from my memories was that when Hailee was 18 she would allow me to touch her anywhere I wanted - this was when my neighbour/girlfriend became a sex maniac.
I put my arm around her and she looked back at me, “Max, I’ve missed you a lot. I get that I’m a famous actress and singer but I’ve missed seeing you. You know I was asked on a talk show who was my favourite actor I worked with and the real answer is you. I’ve never met anyone so charming, funny, sexy and cute like you. I love you so much Maxi.” I could feel the sexual tension in the air, I knew this was just another scene where Hailee became so horny for me. I fell her hand squeezing my leg, I look at her and we decided to have another sex scene.
As we finished love making, we walked back to my car and drove back home. Once we returned home it night time and Saturday was almost finished, I knew that I have to make Sunday a worthwhile experience as it would be my last day hanging out with my girlfriend alone. I took her to her house and watched her go inside, at 11:00 I’m comfortably relaxing in my bed watching a movie when I hear my phone go off. It’s Hailee and she’s just texted me “Want 2 hang?”
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Edited December 21, 2021 by Batman007
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I stared blankly at the screen like I was playing a video game. My mind was picturing scenarios of Hailee peeing herself, I was completely turned on. I started typing instantly, within a few seconds Hailee just texted me back “Maxi, I’m feeling very naughty tonight. Come meet me in the park near my house, it’s going to be great. No one will know we are there. I reach down to put my shoes back on and I raced to get outside after grabbing all of my essential items. I walked all the way to the park as it was in walking distance and upon arriving I could see that no one was out and about meaning that we had the whole park to ourselves.
As I walked further it started to feel creepy as the park was minimally lit and I was walking alone, the experience made me feel like I was in an intense scene of a movie - it made me feel like I was an actor like my girlfriend. God I wished I could be in one of her movies! I know I would get an Oscar for the role as the chemistry is real and we are what I imagine us to be in a movie..... lovers. As I was busy daydreaming, I saw a shadow of a girl walking. I had no idea if it was Hailee because she didn’t send me any pictures of what she was wearing, which was different because usually when she was horny and wanted my attention she would send me photos and texts to bait me to come see her, but today was different.
This whole scene made me feel like a spy on an mission to infiltrate an enemy’s lair or something, Hailee sure made me feel like I was James Bond on a mission to rescue a female acquaintance. I know she’s a big fan of the Bond films and I think she’s getting real kick making me act like one of her favourite movie characters. I hear someone laughing, it sounds like a girl and I expect it’s Hailee. As I walk closer to the laughter I notice stream flowing onto the dirt, I know exactly what going on. I run as fast as I could following the river to the mysterious source, there was my girlfriend wearing a crop top and a mini skirt with her legs bent over and peeing through a little opening through the side of her red panties.
“Fuck you Maxi! You took too long I couldn’t hold it in for much longer, I wanted you to punish me for being a bad girl.” Oh my god she wanted me to get her earlier, I reach to take out my phone and see so many unread texts from Haliee trying to hurry me up. “I’m sorry darling, I was caught up playing Bond.” “Ah so you liked my spy themed introduction I gave you. God, you would make the best Bond and if people ask me why? I would tell them that you are the only one I fucked and enjoyed it.” I was in completely shock, hearing my girlfriend say that made me hard, she talked about me as I was an actor and this was a whole reversal of my horny 18 year old dreams. They all came back to me, I would imagine having sex and watching my hot and famous neighbour wetting herself in my dreams.
What I also dreamed was for myself to be successful, marry Hailee and live as a happy couple. I always loved her and seeing her left vulnerable made me naughty, I bent down grabbing her knee and slid my hand like a snake into her panties. I felt my hand become so warm and moist as she pissed full force through her panties, I took my other hand to take off her crop top exposing her breasts. “Fucking hell Maxi, I’m still going! I’ve holding that in for 5 hours who knew I could hold all that.” I reach over and take off her wet panties, as I slowly crepe it off her she pees straight into my face making this experience feeling like the famous Hollywood star Hailee Steinfeld was in need of a diaper change. Bloody hell, I did enjoy when she wanted to do age play, as Hailee fired her last stream onto me she crossed her legs and acted all innocent like nothing happened.
“Does somebody need a diaper change?” I asked teasing her, “For fuck sake Maxi, you just love to see me wet.” I froze in complete silence, she just turned me on to my highest level so to speak. I plucked my hand out of her and helped her up, we walked out of the park and back to my house. We sat and watched some TV together when I came up with an idea.... I just remembered I had a few bottles of Budweiser in the fridge and I offered Hailee some and she wanted some. So we sat and watched TV for sometime while getting drunk, we got so drunk that I couldn’t even remember what we were watching. Later on I woke up at 3 am recovering from our 1:30 party, I noticed that she was asleep but at the same time I noticed how she had a big bladder bludge. I looked at her sleeping body and pulled off all her clothes and I carefully moved her to the nearest bathroom which I placed her gently on the bathroom titles and tied her hands to the doorknob.
About 30 seconds later she wakes up confused where she is and she notices me standing next to the toilet, “Maxi, please... untie me please! I have to pee so badly....” “Oh no honey, you see because you decided not to wait for me at the park you deserved to be punished.” “No Maxi, please. I only did it because I couldn’t keep it in for much longer.” “Liar, you did because you didn’t think I was coming. I still remember last year you held it in for 2 hours and then you held it for 4 hours the next day I saw you. I want you to hold that in for 5 hours. “Ok, anything for you Maxi.” I watch as she squirms and shifts herself for a couple of minutes, I can see her wincing at the sheer pain she has to endure.
An hour as now passed and Hailee hasn’t let go yet but the pain must be getting to her now, I hear her talking quietly to herself trying to convince herself that she can do it despite the pain. It was at this moment when I realised I need to go but I too would have to hold it because using the toilet would obviously cause my girlfriend to loose control. I watched as she was struggling to hold it in with all the pain resting on her, there was a couple of times I heard her moan both loudly and quietly, she shifts her legs outwards to relieve some of the pressure.
Just 2 hours have just about gone, by now the amazing actress and singer is absolutely struggling to keep it in, her bladder bludge has overgrown making her look pregnant. I walked over to my quivering girlfriend, she looked up to me feeling scared as if I was going to kill her and I noticed how she kept crisscrossing her legs probably to stop her from fear wetting herself. I gently placed my hand onto her thigh and rubbed it upwards and downwards, she felt pleasure with me rubbing her but she knew if she focused on me she’ll have an accident, so she tried her best to ignore it. 2 hours has just passed and the struggle is becoming unbearable, the sheer amount of times I saw her twisting and turning, moaning, swearing and screaming was just a big turn on. This was the first time ever I tied her up and wow it did feel very humiliating for her but enjoyable to me, but I’m sure she loved humiliating herself in front of me. That reminds me of the time where we went on a date and she didn’t use the public bathrooms because she always had this idea that the bathrooms were always dirty.
So we just came out of a fancy restaurant and we got into my car to go to the cinemas to watch a movie where Hailee confessed that she needed to pee really badly, I knew of her bathroom habits so I just drove to the cinemas without stopping. So once we arrive their Hailee runs into the women’s bathroom while I pay for the tickets however she ran out and rejoined with me because it was kept very badly with shit in the sink, pee on the floor, broken bottles on the floor, toilet paper everywhere and broken toilets - basically one completely hell hold. So we entered the numbered room for our movie when I noticed her fidgeting quite badly and the aftermath etched in my head. So as the trailers were done all I remember is Hailee letting out a silent moan as if she was given birth on her seat, she turned to me and whispered “I can’t hold it in for much longer, I have to go so badly!” I was in shock after she said this that I fell into a trance and didn’t respond back to her she looked over at me eating some popcorn, so she learned over to me and asked if I brought a container. I was so perplexed by this that I didn’t know what was going on.
The opening logos of the movie came on and she ripped the popcorn box out of my hands and threw all of it out onto the floor, then ripped open her jeans and pull both her jeans and panties down. As the opening logos finished the opening scene started playing and as that footage was playing Hailee Steinfeld was forcefully peeing into a popcorn box and feeling so much relief that she let it go. That throwback made me lose focus on what was going on, I looked at the titles and saw that she let out a little as the tiles shimmered where her pussy lay. 3 hours was just around the corner could she do it? Maybe.... “I’m going to pee myself, I’m gonna get all wet!” She yelled at the top of lungs in between her deep breathing and slight moaning. “Please I need to....” She bent her head down and screamed Fuck as she exposed her vagina and crossed it tightly, “Please I can’t hold it much longer please!
I stayed absolutely silent and watched as she hid her womanhood and squeezed her legs together, “Please I need to go take a piss I’m going to pee myself!” She said while feeling terrified and on the verge of crying. Tears were now rolling down her eyes as she spoke “I can’t hold myself!” She winched once again at the pain and moved her head down, “Please!” She said through her moans. She moaned very loudly as tried to stand up and shift her ass back and forth. The pain was so unbearable that she couldn’t keep her legs straight she was constantly fidgeting by now and she tried braking free on her own many times but it was to strenuous on her that she knew if she forced herself to do it then she’ll be sitting in puddle full of her own golden mess. She pleaded for me to unchain her but I just let her be, “Max please.” She spoke in a soft innocent tone “I’m about to pee myself please!”
I was watching wide eyed now, I looked at her tired out body and it looked like she fell asleep for a few seconds until her legs jolted back into action and spread out, she fought back the pain and spoke “Please Maxi, let me pee, please!!!” Her head tilted upwards to lean onto the door as she wept in pain, “No no no no no!!!!” Hailee now had just let go another leak this time a more larger leak that splattered onto the cold tiles, “No!” she screamed as she watched herself starting to leak “Oh no, on fuck! No no no no no...” Miss Steinfeld gathers all the strength to hold back her floodgates there’s was no way she wanted to go without making to 4 hours at the moment she’s just about finished 3h and she knew that she just keep it in for a little longer.
She clenched her muscles, grunting and panting while she held back her flood. She talked to herself under her breath trying to convince her aching body that she could solider on for a few more minutes, I never heard much from her conversation with herself but I did hear her say please a lot. “Maxi darling how much do I have to go, I can’t barely keep it in for much longer.” “You’ve got an hour to go.” She stared at me for a moment and peered back down at herself “A fucking hour to go!” I heard her mutter under her breath. She bit her lip and walked on her heals backwards so that she was just about resting on the bathroom door, she closed her eyes and panted loudly. She opened her eyes not long after and stared deeply into my eyes and said what do I do with tears gushing down her face. She bites her lip again and let’s out a moan, Hailee doesn’t realise that after her moan her body is starting to let go, she could feel a small stream of urine poring out of her “Ohh please! Please I’m peeing myself! No!”
Hailee regained control after her light stream and she knew that she couldn’t endure more pain she knew that her body wanted to give up but she didn’t want to. She did her best to block the flood inside for another minute which progressively turned into an hour, by 4h her body couldn’t keep anything in any longer so she bit her lip and decided to let it go. “I’m peeing!” I heard her scream. Just then a golden jet of pee shot out of her, I watched as she lay resting on the door eyes closed enjoying her flood escaping her. “Ahhhhhhh!” She sighed loudly as the bathroom titles became flooded with her hot pee. She couldn’t stop peeing, she couldn’t believe that she had all this pee stuck inside of her earlier, she opened her eyes and watched herself peeing nonstop and watched how she saturated the titles.
She looked up at me and said nothing but just looked at me, by now her stream started to fizzle out. “Oh my god! Oh my god!” She blurted out as she finished peeing, “I peed myself.” Cried Hailee Steinfeld. I watched her lower her head and started to cry loudly, she didn’t know that she actually held it in for 4h. I walked over to her and untied her, I placed my hand on her shoulder and comforted her, “Darling, I’m so proud of you. You successfully held it in for 4h and you made quite the mess.” I joked afterwards, she tilted her head to me and spoke “Did I! That’s wonderful, what can we do next?” She answered me fighting back her tears of agony.
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Edited December 29, 2021 by Batman007
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Part 2
Before they made their date, they wrote a few letters, to make some rules for their first meeting .
The girl should very well say when she is needing to wee, she should tell him when she is needing to go to the toilet, but she will be not allowed to go without his permission.
The girl wrote that she is willing to hold her urine back to her absolutely limit for him, she is willing to endure the strongest and most painful urge for him and she would let him torture her bladder to the ultimate, but he should not make her to piss herself in front of others.
It was so embarrassing for the girls, to pee their panties on the way home from the open air swimming pool, or in a crowded shopping mall, after her friend did not let them go to the loo all day long.
She never peed herself in all her life, but the strongest girl will piss herself, if you don’t let her go long enough, she wrote.
The young man told her that he would like to make a trip with her to another city and that they would stay there overnight .
On this day he would not allow her to take her morning pee. She would have to hold the urine from the night before and from the day inside her, she would not be allowed to wee until they arrived, late evening, in the hotel room.
The girl wrote that she would like to do that for him, but after she did not wee for so long, she will be full to burst, she sure will need to wee so bad that she would no more be able to hide her need and to walk normally and upright through the hotel lobby.
”I’ll find a way to bring you inconspicuous in our room, you just have to hold it and to keep your panties dry.” he wrote.
She will try it, but she can’t promise that she can endure to hold her wee for so long, she never did that before. Her longest time without a pee was from morning until night, a bout 17 hours,it was with her girl friend.
She wrote that it would be good for her to write about all this things, because it’s easier to write about it, than to talk with a man about her bursting full bladder, about her painful need to piss and about her shaved girl cunt.
Finally the day of her visit was coming. She did arrive on the main railway station.
The young man was waiting at the platform for her, to pick her up.
The train stopped and she was standing on the top step of the rail car.
Is was a warm summer day, she did wear a very short dress, so that he could see from his position, the girls bare legs nearly up to her panties.
He was like electrified from the sight of the girl, she was like a vision for him
Her young, pretty face, her slim body, her slender, nude legs, he could not realize and believe, that this girl would be „his“for one week.
He did not even really know her, he did not see her before and now he could „use“her for his lust. He could touch her where ever he wanted, her thighs, between her thighs, he could fuck her and he could use his favorite sextoy, the girls bladder inside of her flat belly, he could make her bladder full with hot girl wee until it will be big as a soccer ball.
“Welcome!“ he said as she was down on the ground. Then he kissed her on her cheek, took her suitcase and did lead her to his car.
She was now sitting beside him, her short dress was far up on her smooth thighs, he could not resist to caress her left thigh with his right hand.
He was absolutely bewitched from this young girl, he told her how good and how great she is looking. He told her if he had the chance to create a girl for himself, the girl would exactly look the same as she .
„Thank you!, but you are looking pretty good too.“ she said and kissed him soft and wet on his cheek.
“It looks like we will have a great week together.“ he answered and pushed her dress up over her panties, slid with his hand in the waistband of her little panty, then he pushed one finger deep in the girls cunt and pressed with his palm hard in her belly.
He wanted to test the status of her bladder, he wanted to know if she is already needing to pee.
At the same moment he pressed, she said „be careful, don’t press to much, my bladder is very full, i did not go all the journey.“ and smiled at him.
To see the girls naked thighs, to have a finger deep inside her and to know that she was needing to pee, that she did not have a wee since early morning, was nearly to much for his little friend between his thighs.
After they arrived, the girl asked for a shower.
The man looked at her and she said “ you don’t have to worry, I have indeed a lot of pressure in my bladder and i would need to go since hours, but i would never pee without your permission. Rules are rules ! I will not wee now, i don’t not even ask you if would let me.”
First he did lead her in the sleeping room, the girl stripped her clothes except her little panties.
Her young, slim body was terrific! The man was kneeing in front of her, pulled her panties slowly down, until her shaved girl pussy was totally naked.
He kissed her slit and then pressed his lips hard on her lower abdomen, exactly there where her bladder was.
He did that on purpose, to make her need stronger.
The girl crossed her legs and smiled. Then she walked totally nude to the bathroom.
After the shower, she putted on a super short skirt and a T-shirt and then they went for a dinner.
She was sitting opposite to him and did show him a lot from her slim thighs. Sure she did get a lot to drink, her bladder could not be full enough for him.
He could not wait to fuck her, but on the other hand, he wanted to fill up her bladder more, much more.
After a while she said “i need to wee pretty bad and i love it!” “I love that too!!” he answered and ordered a new drink for her.
”I did not wee since more than 16 hours, do you like that?” she asked and smiled.
”Don’t make me crazy!” he said and pushed one hand between her thighs.
He was now so horny, that he could not wait any longer.
One our later they were in the bed and fucked like animals. He pressed and pushed with one hand hard and deep in her stomach, on her overfilled bladder.
She had not pissed since nearly 18 hours by now, but she could not get enough from this kind of bladder torture.
”Deeper, harder, don’t have mercy with my silly bladder, torture it, push it, press on it! Oh, that hurts so good, i need to piss so bad, it is so painful.“ she whimpered.
The guy could feel, each time he pressed hard in her abdomen, how she squeezed his dick with her already tight girl cunt.
Although the girl did not wee since more than 18 hours, the girls belly was not so much swollen, her bladder was not hard as a rock, it was more than a softball, he could feel the contours and could press deep in her abdomen.
They had their climax to the same time, the girls slit was totally wet, maybe not only from the lust juice maybe he pressed a little bit of wee out of her overfilled bladder!?
Some minutes later she asked if she could go to the bathroom and he did let her go.
She came back to him in the bed and told him how great that was. To feel him deep inside her, to feel how he pushed hard on her bladder from inside and to get her bladder tortured from outside, was like heaven for her.
Half an hour later she asked again for permission to go to the loo. She told him that every time when she is holding it for so long, she need’s to go one more, or sometimes twice, in a short time after her first piss.
He did allowed her to go and said that she could go a third time before sleeping, but she will be not allowed to go tomorrow morning.
After she went for her third piss, he switched out the lights. They were both naked, he pressed his body hard against the slim body from the girl and thought to himself “what will i do next week without her-how can i live without her, there will be no other girl in the world,who is like she.“
Next morning, the girl did wear a T-shirt and a tiny, little jeans shorts and no panties. She said that she would like it when the seam is rubbing in her slit, especially when she is needing to wee.
They went passed the bathroom and the girl said “i would need to wee.”
”I know it and i like it!” said the guy “I like it too!” said the girl.
They made sightseeing and went for a lunch at noon.
There was a music event a little bit outside of the down, there they went late afternoon.
The entry was free, but there was still a long line at the door, because of security. It was 5 pm to that time and the girl did not wee since 18 hours. She was needing to go really bad. She was standing with her great, slim, naked legs, tight crossed.
It was was easy, for someone to see, especially for someone who likes girls desperate to pee, that this girl was needing to wee really bad.
There was a man in the same line, it was a friend from our guy, he did look first at the girl, with her crossed legs and then to the guy and then he said “you should let her go here anywhere in the bushes before you go in, she will not have a chance to go inside.”
”It will be not necessary, she can hold it until we get home. A few hours longer will be not a problem for her.”he answered and they went in.
The friend looked surprised and said…………
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Part 3
The friend said once again before they went in „Let her wee here in the bushes, there will be no opportunity to go for her inside and it doesn’t seem that she is able to hold it for much longer, sure not until she can go at home, it looks more that she will do it in her panties very soon.“
He said that in a way, like the girl could not determine for her own, to go, it did sound like she was dictated.
“Twice no and one time yes.“ said our guy.
„No, she will not piss her panties, because she don’t wear some panties.
No she will not go in the bushes, because i don’t let her go and yes, she will be able to hold it until at home, because she has to!“ said the guy.
“And why don’t you let her?“ the friend wanted to know.
„That is very simple, because i love it if a girl is holding her urine back with all her power, as long as any possible and she is needing to wee really bad, but she is holding it for me!“
“How long.“ the man wanted to know. „Until we are at home and then one or two hours longer until i am ready to fuck her, with her bladder full to burst .“answered our guy.
“I mean how long is she already holding it, that she is needing it that bad?“ he wanted to know.
“Since yesterday evening, she did not pee since more than 18 hours.“ he replied.
“Oh my God, the poor thing must be full to burst!“ said the man. „Oh yea, she must be really full to burst and i love it.“ said the guy and asked his friend if it would be not arousing for him, if a girl hold it back, even she is desperate to pee.
He said that he did not even think about something like that before, but he must confess that he became pretty hard, just from knowing that this girl did not wee since yesterday, from the imagination how big and how overfilled her poor bladder must be and how strong must be.
To see her how she cross her slim, nude legs and rubbing her knees, makes him really horny, he admitted.
“Now you know why i did not let her go in the morning. Nothing can be more sexy, than a girl who is desperate for a much needed piss!!“ said our guy.
The girl did listen to the talk between the two young man and said „i am glad that there are now two guys who likes to see me suffer, but no odds, i like to suffer like that, i like the kind of pain if my bladder is overfilled and overstretched and i love it being made to hold it, not allowed to go.“
There were more music group‘s playing at this event and before they went to their favorite band, the friend invited the „couple „for a drink.
One hour before he did not even know that a girl, full to burst and desperate to pee, can be so arousing and now he could not get enough from this situation and from watching the young girl.
So he did order large drinks, the girl should suffer the worst way, she should get full to explode, or she should piss herself, it would be exciting and arousing too, to see the wee from 20 hours running down on her wonderful, naked legs, he thought to himself.
He did give her a extra large cup and the girl looked at him and said just three words „ thank you sadist !“
The girl did drink very slowly, but was getting more and more desperate. She begged her “new friend”to bring her home and remind him on his promise, not to make her piss herself, in front of someone.
”Oh no, not now, you can and you have to endure more. Hold it like big girls should do it!! One more hour and then we can talk about to leave. he answered.
The friend from our guy was so excited and aroused from this, for him, absolutely new kind of “sex game” he could not get enough from all that.
“She can’t endure that for much longer. She can’t be able to hold it much longer! Look how her bladder is bulging out from her thin abdomen. I have never seen such a full bladder before.” he said.
”She can. She has to. She would never piss herself in front of you and in front of all that people.” he replied.
One hour later, the girl begged again to leave. She did know that she would not be allowed to pee before they are at home and she was needing it more than ever in her life.
The friend was sad about that, he wanted more from the “private show “ he wanted to make them stay, but the guy did not know the limit from the girl and the limit of her bladder and he did not wanted to make her piss herself. He would like to spend a few more good days with his new girl, so they did leave.
There were no loos, not even porta loos anywhere at this event and as they were outside, a lot of man pissed against trees and a lot of women and girls went behind the bushes.
” May i please go, i can’t anymore, i need to pee so really, really bad! Please let me go ” she was begging.
”On no, you are a strong, healthy, young girl, you can hold it!” he said.
”I think no one of the girls is needing to pee more urgent than me and i am absolutely sure that no girl is holding it since yesterday and they all can go, but i am not allowed, that is not really fair.” she said.
”You are not the kind of girl who squat behind a bush, you are a girl who should be able to hold it until she gets a opportunity to go to the toilet, or until she is allowed to pee!” he said.
”But….” she stottert. “No but’s, squeeze your cunt shut and hold it!, you are no more a schoolgirl.“he said determinant.
They went to his car, she walked sometimes light bend over.
The girl’s bladder tortured the girl more than a normal girl could endure it.
All the large amount of liquid she did drink, during the event, was now already in her bladder witch she was not allowed to empty since more than 21 hours.
Once again she asked for a much needed wee, she would do it beside the car, she told him, but he only said “ stop to beg, get in and hold it!” he said.
The girl was sitting beside him, she was suffering so bad from needing to wee, she moaned, bend over and squeezed with both hands her beautiful, smooth, nude thighs, very hard.
A quarter of an hour later, she begged for a stop, he should let her wee just a few seconds beside the car, just 5 or only 3 seconds, she would stop it then and would hold it again, but he not let her.
She told him that she really can’t anymore, she told him that is more than a girl can endure, all her belly hurts from needing to wee, it is getting so painful that she can’t endure it anymore.
He told her that he would not stop and that she would not be allowed to go to the bathroom when they arrive, the only way where she would be allowed to go is his bedroom.
The young man could not wait to get the girl in his bed and to fuck her full like she was. |
Part 4
”You and your friend are a dream team! He made me drink and you make me hold!
What do you think how much wee urge agony is a young girl able to bear, what do you think what a girls bladder can endure, before it burst, or before the girl piss herself?” asked the girl and squeezed her naked thighs with both hands.
”I don’t know how much holding pain and how much bladder torture a young girl can stand, but you have to show it to me!! I am really curious for you performance.” said the guy.
The girl answered and said just one word and said “sadist!”
”Oh yes, i am a great sadist for making girls hold, but this time it is for your fun, because you are a masochist, you like it to get your bladder tortured and i promise you, i will do that for you! in the best way!” said the guy.
“Are you sure I can’t go wee, as soon as we arrive? You are sure that you want let me? Not even if i beg you for letting me? I am really needing to go, very, very bad.” said the girl.
”It seems that you don’t know what it means, need to go really, really bad. You told me hours ago that you would need to go really bad and now hours later you are still holding it, i think there will be much more possible for you and yes i am sure that you can’t wee when we arrive at home.” said the young man.
Half hour later at home, the girl did not even ask for toilet, she was such a good girl and walked with rubbing knees, straight into the sleeping room.
The man stripped the two pieces of clothes from her slim body, she did not wear more than a T-shirt and short shorts, with no panties underneath and then he made her lie on his large bed.
She did lie on her back, her belly was swollen and her bladder was clear visible, it was like a ball was bulging out over her pubic bone, to her pregnant hipbones.
Meanwhile the guy was also naked, he did love to see her swollen belly and started to caress the slim body from the young girl.
Her bladder was calmed down a bit, all the drinks were already arrived, she did now feel a dull fullness. Her urge to wee was very strong, but not really painful, she did love that kind of fullness.
For the guy was the little bulge in her lower abdomen like a magnet . A overfilled and swollen girl bladder was his favorite sextoy, he could not resist, he had to press on it.
Although he pressed very softly and gently, the girl moaned from the increased urge, but she enjoyed to get tortured this way.
A little later, she turned to her side In a way that she did lie half on top of the guy and then she pressed her belly, exactly with her swollen bladder, hard against the hipbone from the guy.
„Oh my god, i need to pee so bad, but you are right, i did not know what it means need to go really bad, i thought it was bad when my friend from the school made me hold, but now at this moment i need to go much worser, but i think that i can endure more.“ she said.
„You are awesome girl, i can’t imagine to be without you.“ he said and switched out the lights.
“What are you doing?“ asked the girl worried. „It‘s got quite late, i think that we should sleep.“ answered the guy.
“But not with my bladder that full, i can’t sleep with such a strong urge to piss!“ said the girl.
“Sure you can, if you sleep you don’t feel any need and maybe I’ll let you go tomorrow late morning.“ replied the man.
“Did you forget that i did not wee since yesterday, i did not go once all day , not even in the morning. I don’t know if i can make it until the morning, i am soooo full, i need to wee so bad, I have never even held it this long before?“ asked the girl.
“I did not think anything other and i love it!“ he said, pushed one thigh between the girls thighs and pressed it hard against her young cunt.
He did not let her go, although she did not wee since 24 hours.
He loved to feel her body on his body and they slept tight entangled until about 4 am, then he noticed that she wanted out of the bed.
He did hold her back and asked „Where do you think you are going?“
“I am sorry, but i can’t anymore, i need to piss now, i can’t wait any longer. I am sure that there will be not one girl in the whole world, who needs to pee worser than me at the moment!” she said.
He looked at the watch and determined that it is exactly 29 hours since her last wee and 29 is not a good number.
No wee before 30 hours and then he told her that she should get punished for her intention, to pee without permission, but she is such a good girl, he won’t punish her for her first mistake.
At the moment she realized that she did not wee since nearly 30 hours and the circumstances of her painful urge, awaked the masochist in her and she said „oh no i must get punished, my bladder must get punished, this silly thing in my belly made me break the rules. Press on it, push it, torture it!“ she said.
To fuck a girl who did not wee since 30 hours and to play with her extreme overfilled bladder, has always been a dream from this guy.
I think not only for him!?
continue |
We're back to Hyrule again for this one. Breath of the Wild has so many great characters to lewd!
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Day 19: In front of a crush Paya (Breath of the Wild)
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For Paya, guardian of the sacred Sheikah Heirloom, it never rained but poured. First, she had been introduced to Link, the hero of legend, and had been too shy to speak a full sentence to him. Once she finally gained the confidence to do so, she had realized she was hopelessly smitten with him. Then, just as Link returned to Kakariko Village, the Heirloom had been stolen from right under her nose! Now, he was spending the day guarding her, and Paya still got butterflies in her stomach whenever he looked at her with those gorgeous blue eyes.
Paya swallowed, trying to shake the feeling of nausea. The sun was setting, and she and Link were on her porch watching the first fireflies come out.
“Master Link?” she managed to squeak out. “Thank you for staying by my side for the whole day.” Link nodded and smiled, but said nothing. He was like that; the strong, silent type.
“I see now that crying and feeling scared won’t help us get the heirloom back,” Paya continued. “I just- I’m not sure what to do.”
Link reached out and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. Electricity ran through Paya, and her heart was pounding, but she narrowly managed to avoid crying out. Her thoughts were barely coherent.
He’stouchingmehe’stouchingmesweetHyliahe’stouchingmehishandisonmyshoulderagh!
Sensation overwhelmed Paya. She could feel the burning on her face, the throbbing in her chest, the tingle in her bladder-
Wait a minute, Paya realized, getting her mind under control. She took a deep breath, and the feeling hit again. There was no mistaking it: Paya had to pee. She’d been too nervous to leave Link’s side during the day, and now the consequences were making themselves known.
“E-excuse me, Master Link,” she whispered, then turned and ran inside.
The washroom in the house Paya shared with her grandmother Impa was not a luxurious one. It consisted of a washtub, a basin, a few toiletries, and a chamber pot. That last item was front and center in Paya’s mind as she opened the door.
“Hey! Do you mind?” snapped Impa. She was hunched over in the washtub, scrubbing her wrinkled back.
“Sorry!” Paya squealed, slamming the door. “Um, how long are you going to be?”
“A while,” came the reply. “What does it matter?”
“Um, I kind of, I have to,” Paya sputtered, “I need to.. pee.” She uttered the last word in barely a whisper.
“What? What did you say?” asked Impa.
“I need to pee,” Paya repeated, barely any louder.
“What? No, there shouldn’t be any Keese out right now. Besides, Link’s with you.”
“No!” Paya cried. “I need to pee!”
As soon as the words were out, Paya clapped a hand over her mouth, mortified at how loud the words were.
Did Link hear that? she wondered. The possibility was too awful to contemplate.
“Oh, why didn’t you say so?” said Impa. “Unfortunately, our chamber pot’s broken.”
“What?” Impa cried. “How?”
“Some little boys were playing a game,” Impa explained, “smashing pots and pretending there were Rupees in them. Kids these days…”
“But, but what am I supposed to do?” Paya sputtered.
“Just go in the woods. You did that all the time when you were little.”
“But the sun’s going down! The monsters will be-”
“Oh, for crying out loud!” Impa interrupted. “If you’re scared, take Link with you!”
Paya nearly fainted upon hearing that.
“But- but.. I- I can’t,” she stammered. Then she felt a single drop of urine leak out and realized she might not have had a choice. Blushing furiously at the idea, she headed back outside and approached Link.
“Master Link, I was, um, thinking of going for a walk in the woods,” Paya lied. “Would you care to accompany me?” Link nodded and the pair set out on the path leading to the forest. Paya let Link lead the way, not wanting him to see her fidget. Once they were deep enough to not be seen from the village, she made her move.
“Would you m-mind waiting here for a moment?” Paya requested. “I, uh, I… I… Be right back!”
Paya sprinted away and ducked behind a nearby tree, one that was thick enough to hide her from view. She wasn’t worried about Link spying on her; the hero was a perfect gentleman. Still, Paya had to work up her courage before removing her pants and squatting down. She took one last peek over her shoulder, then willed her bladder to let go. It took a little while, but a pale yellow stream started to trickle from between her legs, softly splashing on the grass beneath her. Paya bit her lip to keep from sighing in relief, and prayed that Link couldn’t hear the tinkling sound she was making. She was so focused on not being noticed that she didn’t realize she wasn’t alone. Not until it was too late.
A gruesome snarl snapped Paya out of her reverie. Still mid-pee, she looked up and saw two Stalkoblins armed with swords marching towards her. She shrieked at the sight of the skeletal monsters and instinctively tried to scramble backwards to safety. Paya’s back hit the trunk of the tree, however, and she collapsed to the ground, urine still flowing out of her.
“No! Get away!” Paya cried. One of the Stalkoblins growled in response and raised its sword menacingly. Then there was the sharp twang of a bow, and the monster staggered back with an arrow in its eye.
Link burst onto the scene with a fearsome war cry and decapitated the Stalkoblin with a single stroke of the Master Sword. The skull rolled towards his feet and he plunged the blade downwards, shattering the bone to pieces. Watching, Paya was torn between being relieved and mortified.
Hurry up, hurry up, she begged her bladder, which was still steadily releasing its contents. I don’t want Link to see me like this!
Meanwhile, the second Stalkoblin swung at Link, but he easily parried the blow with his shield before dispatching the monster with his own strike. With a grunt of satisfaction, Link sheathed his sword, and Paya managed to get her pants pulled up just before he turned around. She winced as the last of her pee dribbled into her underwear.
“Thank you, Master Link!” she cried, rising to her feet. Paya jumped forward, placing herself between Link and the massive puddle of urine on the ground. “That was a most eventful walk! Now, let’s go home, shall we?”
Link nodded and turned to lead the way back to the village. If he had any idea what Paya had really been doing, he kept it to himself.
My hero, thought Paya wistfully. Such a gentleman.
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Up next: Peeing from a high-up place |
I'd like to share a story that I started to write last summer, but I'd like to give some "context" before. At some point, I had googled some scientific literature about certain medical topics related to our fetish. I got particularly interested in so called "urodynamics" studies, where in some cases the peeing of healthy individuals was studied scientifically (including volume voided, flow rate etc.). A couple of days after I studied these things, I got my second Moderna shot. I did have some of the normal side effects, i.e. some temperature, headache and general dizziness for about 1.5 days. This, and my newly gained knowledge about "peeing science" made me think about a lot of crazy things.
Among others I started to ponder the question, if huge female bladders might cause problems during human space flight. I also started to think about the research required to investigate these topics. While looking through some of the data of these urodynamics studies, I learnt, that people that urinated with a powerful stream were classified as "super-voiders". When looking at their maximal pee rates, I thought that compared to "real super-voiders" (e.g. "HornyRoxy" from MDH or others), these rates were not yet in that range. I imagined what would happen if a "real super-voider" would participate in a urodynamics study in healty individuals and release her massive full bladder with maximum force into one of these standard urodynamics devices that are made for "normal" bladders. In my imagination, the pee would splash everywhere and spray the whole room with pee, as a consequence of the super hard stream hitting the device. In my imagination a really powerful stream or an excessive amount of urine might also break the device.
While having some temperature and lying dizzy but somewhat awake in my bed, I started to imagine a story about the world's leading research institute about high-pressure urodynamics, and how they were contacted by NASA to resolve issues involving the very large bladder of one of their female astronauts. I imagined a number of interesting scenarios that would take place in this research institute.
After taking some Paracetamol to counteract the side effects, I felt fit enough to sit in front of the computer to start writing about some of these ideas. I started to write about the activities at this research institute, but I soon noticed, that also the prequel, i.e. the story how NASA discovered that one of their female astronauts had a super large bladder, might be interesting.
So I started to write some completely unrealistic but hopefully fun story about what happened at Cape Canaveral. I first wrote the story without describing the look of the female astronauts, but added it later. For the main character of this first chapter (consisting of multiple parts), I thought about the hottest woman that I could imagine as an astronaut with a huge bladder, and came to the conclusion that for me the best choice would be the very attractive SpaceX engineer Jessie Anderson, that you may know from their coverage of SpaceX missions. However, I changed her name to Jessie Lewis (but you can imagine her as looking like Jessie Anderson).
The Jessie Lewis situation - Part 1
Dr. Jessie Lewis (age 32)
Jessie made it through the NASA astronaut recruitment program. She is a mechanical engineer and was selected and trained for spacewalk missions to perform a number of difficult maintenance operations at the international space station. She is scheduled for her first trip to space in six months, a mission to the ISS for performing important maintenance procedures.
Already as a child she discovered that she could hold much more urine than anyone else. Nowadays, her close friends are aware of her peeing capabilities, and from time to time people mention her infinite bladder or recall the stories where Jessie released incredible amounts of pee in the stall next door or similar events. Jessie does enjoy the admiration that she gets for her super bladder, and in the right situation it makes her feel very happy and also horny when people notice that she can pee so much. She also enjoys to shock other people with her powerful and neverending pee stream. However, in her professional life, i.e. in her work at NASA, her bladder capacity was not yet discovered by anyone, not by the medical staff and not by her colleagues.
As explained before, she looks remarkably similar to SpaceX engineer Jessie Anderson.
Prof. Dr. MD. Julia Strahler (age 43)
Head of the Freiburg Institute for Space Urination Technology and High-Pressure Urodynamics in Germany.
Julia started her career as a medical doctor in urology. She soon gained some fame in the urology field when she started to characterize physiological properties of people with very large bladders and high pressure peeing capabilities. She discovered, that existing urodynamics equipment was not able to quantify the urination of so called "hyper-voiders". Julia herself belongs into the category of so called hyper-voiders (i.e. people that can void urine at a rate around 4 times higher than average people). She is known for her huge bladder and incredible bladder control, meaning that even when her bladder is filled to the max (at around 1.7 liters), she can in a highly controlled manner shoot out quick powerful pee streams and immediately regain control. She convincingly demonstrated the problems with existing urodynamics equipment by herself, by participating in urodynamics studies in healthy individuals and completely destroying the equipment with her laser-sharp pee stream.
She then got funding to develop a number of technologies to quantify the urination of hyper-voiders, but also to develop technologies to contain the urine expelled by hyper-voiders. In particular the urine containment systems were very successful, and as a consequence she contributed to essentially all human space flight programs with the development of high performance urine containment systems.
We will later introduce some of the members of her institute, as well as some of her colleagues working at NASA.
Jessie's crew:
Commander Samantha Dryer (age 43) Size 168cm, Samantha is multiethnic with roots in the Caribbean, and therefore has a darker skin color. She has shoulder-long brown hair, perfect body shape and is generally considered as very attractive.
Pilot James Morgan (age 41)
Mission specialist Jessie Lewis (age 32)
Mission specialist Nathalie Weber (age 35) Size 165cm, Nathalie is from Germany, rather short about chin-length blonde hair, quite prototypical for the attractive German woman. She is also generally considered as very attractive, and she has an extremely sporty body shape, definitively on the thinner end, super fit and zero body fat. She is also an engineer by training, and she is also part of the space walk team for maintenance work on the ISS, together with Jessie and Alexej.
Mission specialist Alexej Kolodin (age 46)
Mission specialist Chris Gardner (age 40)
Jessie was just sitting there in a room of the medical complex at Cape Canaveral. Six months ago she was selected for the mission and it was clear that she would finally go to space. These six months were rather busy, and all kinds of preparations and additional training was performed. Today, she participated in the so called "bladder morning", a routine procedure to check the size of the bladders of the astronauts. For this, the six members of the mission arrived there at 8 in the morning. Then, they had one hour available to drink 2.5 liters of an isotonic drink. After that, they should hold it as long as possible, and when they felt like they really could not hold it much longer, they were briefly examined by a physician via ultrasound and were then allowed to pee. Her colleagues had long left, the last one was her colleague Samantha Dryer, who managed to hold it for about one hour and twenty minutes after the initial hour. The NASA physician Dr. Andrea Hart entered the room to check for Jessie. 2 hours had passed now after the initial hour. The physician asked: "so you are still not bursting to go??", and Jessie replied: "I do feel some urge to go, but it is not really that I cannot hold it anymore at all". The physician said: "ok alright, let's examine your bladder with the ultrasound, this is quite amazing. Please follow me". Jessie followed Dr. Hart into an examination room. The rather petite and really slim Jessie exhibited a gigantic bulge in her abdominal region while following Dr. Hart
"Can you please sit down here.. then I'll take a look at your super bladder".
"Can you please pull up your sweater a little bit, such that we can take a look?"
Jessie pulled up her sweater, fully exposing her massive bulging bladder.
"Wow that's some serious bladder control you have there."
Dr. Hart used her ultrasound device to get some imaging from Jessie's bladder. After some time of examination, she said: "allright, very good, everything's fine with your super bladder!".
Jessie was of course happy to hear this, but also slightly suspicious if this check was done correctly. She asked: "so you don't think that my bladder might be too large? I only recently learned about the Strahler law, and from that point on I was wondering if my huge bladder might cause any problems for the mission?"
The "Strahler law" is an empirical observation about the rate at which kidneys produce urine in female astronauts under zero gravity. There is no explanation for why this is the case, but for some reason, the rate at which urine is produced in zero gravity is determined by the size of the bladder, following a quadratic relationship. Meaning, that the bladder of a female astronaut with a bladder of 1.2 liters was filling around 2.25 times faster than the bladder of a female astronaut with a bladder size of 0.8 liters. Prof. Strahler first hypothesized this law when working for the Russian Sojus program, where the urine containment system of one of the female astronauts failed. In subsequent studies performed on the space station ISS this law was confirmed, and despite the fact that nobody had an explanation for it, the law so far worked very reliably over all tested bladder sizes.
Dr. Hart replied: "ah yes, the Strahler law.. to be honest, two years ago we had problems with huge bladders in female astronauts. Your colleague Sophie Robinson has an incredibly huge bladder, and we had to adapt some of her space suit to deal with the amounts of urine produced. However, I can tell you that her bladder is still much bigger than yours, so we are really prepared for the amounts of urine you will produce in space".
Jessie was really glad to hear this, however she was also a bit skeptical about the statement that someone should have a bladder bigger than her. In her life so far she had never met anyone (male or female) who had a bladder of comparable size to her.
Jessie asked: "This is great to hear! So how to proceed, should I continue to wait until I really have to go?"
Dr. Hart: "No this is fine, we are done here. You can just use the restroom outside to empty your bladder."
Jessie: "Ok.. uhmm.. are you sure? Shouldn't we maybe measure how much urine I currently hold to ensure that there is really no problem?"
Dr. Hart: "Nah.. that's not necessary, don't worry about this, your bladder is huge but it is not in the range that we cannot deal with."
Jessie thanked the doctor, left the examination room, and headed for the restrooms in the facility. She entered a stall and started to pee. As always, her powerful pee stream created an incredily loud noise when hitting the water. She peed for about thirtyfive seconds with incredible force. She thought about Sophie Robinson's bladder and felt really confused about Dr. Hart's statement, that Sophie's bladder apparently was "much bigger" than hers. She also thought, how should it be possible that there is some space diaper that can handle this powerful stream and this amount of pee? But then she thought that there are a lot of smart people, and probably someone had figured out a solution to handle such vast amounts of urine.
As it turned out later, Dr. Hart was completely wrong about Jessie's bladder size. At the point of examination, Jessie was already holding slightly over 1.5 liters of pee in her bladder. The acclaimed super bladder of Sophie Robinson could only hold around 1.2 liters at the point of bursting. This problem became obvious in a later test.
The Jessie Lewis situation - Part 2
The next couple of weeks continued to be very busy, with numerous training sessions where Jessie practiced her space walk missions, as well as simulations of different phases of the travel to the ISS. The next training was a six hour test simulating the final approach to the ISS. The astronauts were fully dressed up with their space suits. The test went without any problems, and afterwards the six astronauts climbed out of the simulator and went for the undressing. Jessie undressed herself out of her space suit, while suit technician Fiona Smith was observing her to check if she went through the correct procedure. Jessie removed all the different parts, and one of the last steps was to remove the diaper that she was wearing throughout the test. She removed it and disposed it to the appropriate container. Fiona was really surprised to see, that the diaper was "untouched", and that apparently Jessie had not peed throughout the test. Fiona also noticed the massive bulge in Jessie's abdomen.
Fiona asked: "uh what?? you drank over 3 liters during the six hour test, and did not pee a single time?".
Jessie replied: "No..".
Fiona was slightly shocked and really worried about this and asked: "Do you feel uncomfortable or anxious to pee in your space suit, or is there some other problem?".
Jessie replied: "No no.. everything is fine. I just did not really have to go so far. I guess I have a huge bladder..".
Fiona laughed and replied: "Wow.. I can definitively see that you have a super huge bladder, you look like you are pregnant for several months.. I guess you must be absolutely bursting right now??".
Jessie replied: "I do feel some urge to pee, but I am not really bursting right now, everything's fine."
Fiona asked: "So did you ever pee while being dressed up in your space suit?"
Jessie replied: "No, never so far. Because I did not really have to go. Is this bad?"
Fiona replied: "No no, not at all. But we should make sure that we practice this, that you get used to relieve your bladder into your diaper while being dressed up."
Jessie replied: "Ok, sure, I can do that. Then I guess I will try this out during the next test, and take a little tinkle into my space suit."
Fiona laughed and replied: "Haha I guess it will not really be a little tinkle but probably by far the biggest piss ever taken in the history of human space flight."
Jessie replied: "Hmm.. at the "bladder morning" the physician said that Sophie Robinson had a huge bladder, much bigger than mine. So I guess it will not be the biggest."
Fiona replied: "Hmm.. I don't know, if the physician said this it is probably true. However, we never had someone that made it through all these tests without ever taking a pee.."
Fiona then said: "Actually, i guess it is a good idea if you really have to pee during your next test. I think I will talk to the flight director and discuss with him if we can take some special preparations."
Jessie said: "Ok, i see, yes I guess this is a good idea. I am really looking forward to taking my first space piss."
Fiona and Jessie both laughed and left the undressing room.
Three days later there was another test scheduled, a 6+ hour test to simulate again the final approach phase to the ISS, but this time including some simulated technical problems during approach. The news about Jessie's super bladder had spread, and pretty much everybody in the program now knew that Jessie so far never had to pee while being dressed up. It was decided that prior to the next test, Jessie should drink two extra liters of isotonic drinks, 1.5 hours prior to the test. Her colleagues as well as her made fun about this situation, always ending up in a lot of laughter on all sides. For example pilot James Morgan when talking to her while Jessie was in the process of drinking all the extra liquids: "I see you are preparing! Really looking forward to your epic first piss in a space suit, Jessie!", and a lot of similar things. Jessie felt excited and enjoyed the attention that her ability to hold incredible amounts of pee attracted.
1.5 hours later it was time to dress up. Jessie performed the procedure on her own, under the supervision of Fiona. Fiona was amazed by the huge bulge that was already visible in Jessie abdomen.
Fiona: "Wow.. so how are you today? Still not bursting to go?"
Jessie: "Nah.. I do feel some slight urge, and I am sure that if I continue to drink then I will reach the point that I really have to pee in the next couple of hours."
Fiona: "Good to hear, mission control will ask you about your bladder status from time to time."
Jessie: "Haha I see! Great, really looking forward to taking a huge pee in my space suit for the first time!"
Fiona: "Great! We hope that you will enjoy it!"
After completing the dress up, Fiona wished Jessie a successful test as well as a good pee. Then Jessie entered the simulator and climbed into her seat. By now she could definitively feel a slight urge to go. Her colleagues of course asked her again about her bladder. "So how do you feel now, do you already have to pee?". And Jessie answered: "Yeah, a tiny little bit, but I am sure that I can wait for a couple of hours longer". Pilot James said: "Of course we will be slightly disappointed if you cannot hold your pee this time and just go into your diaper like a little girl!" All the crew was in good mood and laughed about this. Jessie replied also jokingly: "Of course I could hold it. But that's not the point of today. Today we have two objectives: first, to dock to the ISS, and second, to take the biggest piss ever in a spaceship simulator." Everybody was laughing, and James replied: "Yes, true. At least for the second part I am sure that this will be no problem!".
They went through the pre-test procedure, and the last step before starting the test was a communication between mission control and Jessie:
Flight director: "So Jessie, did you already pee?"
Jessie: "Negative"
Flight director: "OK. Do you already have to pee?"
Jessie: "A tiny little bit, but I will wait if that's OK?"
Flight director: "Sure. Then please keep drinking more liquids, but of course don't overdo it. We will ask you roughly every 30 minutes about your bladder status, but if you have to go then you can of course just go anytime you want."
Jessie: "OK. Understood."
Flight director: "Great. Then I wish you all a successful test!".
The test started, and for the first twentyfive minutes the crew went through procedures to check the status of a number of systems of the spacecraft. All systems were working without any problems. After this phase was completed, mission control talked to Jessie:
Flight director: "Wow, Jessy, we see that you already drank 1.5 liters since the test started!? You really want to go for the biggest piss ever I guess?! So how do you feel, are you bursting already?"
Jessie: "Negative. I still feel pretty comfortable."
Flight director: "OK. Great, but then for the next hour please slow down a little bit with drinking these large amounts of liquids, you are already really well hydrated, we don't want to overdo it."
Jessie: "OK. Understood. I will continue to drink, but at a much slower pace if that's ok?"
Flight director: "OK. Yes this is good."
For the next half hour the spacecraft performed the first maneuvers to approach the ISS. Everything was working perfectly, as in the test three days ago.
About 65 minutes into the test, the flight director again asked Jessie:
Flight director: "Jessie, bladder status?"
Jessie: "Still comfortable."
Flight director: "OK, Understood. Wow.. then I guess we still have to wait a bit longer for the biggest piss ever."
By now Jessie's gigantic bladder was bulging massively out of her belly, and she could definitively feel some need to go. However, she still was really enjoying all the attention for her bladder, and therefore she wanted to wait a bit longer, to continue this "biggest piss ever" story for another hour or so.
The next thirty minutes of the test were again rather uneventful, everything went perfectly. Jessie's bladder started to fill at a higher pace, and she was getting a little bit desperate. By now she was really looking forward to taking her piss. However, she thought that she will continue to play her infinite bladder game for another half hour. So 91 minutes into the test:
Flight director: "Jessie, how is your bladder, are you bursting to go now?"
Jessie: "Negative. But by now I am starting to get a little bit desperate."
Flight director: "What? After only drinking 4.5 liters of liquids? Of course we are all slightly disappointed if you don't make it through the full test without peeing! OK, now seriously: do you want to urinate now?"
Jessie: "Negative. I can still hold it for much longer. Maybe in 30 or 60 minutes I'll really have to go."
Flight director: "OK. Very good. However, if you notice that you cannot hold it anymore, then please just go anytime!".
Jessie: "OK. Understood!"
However, Jessie was determined to not just pee unobserved by the others. Her plan was to announce in half an hour that by now she was ready to take the biggest piss ever, and then to celebrate her gigantic urination with the attention of the whole crew as well as mission control. Thinking about this made her feel really horny. She was now feeling quite desperate. It was a long time ago that her bladder felt so very full. Due to the vast amounts of consumed liquids her bladder continued to fill at a rapid pace. So she was really looking foward to the time point in half an hour when she could finally relieve herself.
However, things should come differently. 107 minutes into the test, Jessie was feeling pretty uncomfortable, and she was slightly wiggling into her seat, unnoticed by the others. She was really counting down the minutes until the next call out from the flight director where she would finally announce her pee. Then, an alarm went off. It was the first simulated problem during this test. The sensor readings for one of the boosters showed a problem. For the next twenty minutes, the pilot had to manually reconfigure the sensors for this booster, together with flight control. Because they were really busy, there was of course no time for Jessie's bladder check. She was getting more and more desperate. She could not really remember that she was in a state like this before, feeling really desperate, and with her bladder filling at a very fast rate due to the huge amounts of consumed liquids. Still, she really wanted to wait for the next bladder check to announce her pee and not just go unobserved. 129 minutes into the test, the problems were resolved and the sensors reconfigured. The crew was waiting for the next maneuver that would start in ten minutes. By now Jessie was super desperate and squirming around. She felt slightly angry about mission control who had for the moment forgotten about her bladder. She was now really at the bursting point, wiggling in her seat, and praying that mission control would soon remember her and her balloon-sized bladder. She was more than happy when three minutes later the flight director finally remembered and asked about her bladder:
Flight director: "Ah, we nearly forgot! Jessie, did you already pee by now?"
Jessie: "Negative."
Flight director: "Understood. Do you feel desperate by now?"
Jessie: "YES. By now my bladder is really full and I am looking forward to taking my first piss in a space suit."
Flight director: "Great! We are also looking forward to this moment! Do you want to go right now?"
Jessie: "Yes, if that's ok?"
Flight director: "Sure, whenever you want."
Jessie's mood changed from one moment to the other. She was again super happy and felt extremely horny, everything went exactly as she wanted. She could now take her gigantic piss and celebrate her huge bladder, and the crew as well as the whole team would notice. She was also super desperate at this point, and therefore she did not wait any longer but tried to empty her bladder immediately. She had no problem to get started, and after five seconds after the last call of the flight director she started to piss. She started to pee with a pee stream that for her standards was very weak, probably due to the uncommon position. However, it felt so great to finally let it out.
Jessie moaned: "Aaahhhhhh!!"
The other crew members cheered: "Yes, finally!", "Go Jessie, go!", "Yeah girl, go for the world record!"
The flight director asked: "Jessie, are you finally urinating?"
Jessie: "Oh yessss!!"
Flight director: "Great! Do you want to comment on how it feels to go into your space suit?"
Jessie: "Uh, sure, it.. uh, really feels amazing!"
Then, Jessie finally could fully relax, and her pee stream went from "normal" to "massive".
*PSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH*
Flight control: "Comms? We do have some noise in the.."
Commander Samantha Dryer (sitting next to Jessie): "Flight control, no this is just Jessie urinating, I guess.."
Flight control: "Uhm ok, wow! Usually we do not hear when astronauts are urinating. Jessie can you confirm this?"
Jessie (obviously having some trouble to articulate her words, because she is focussed so much on taking her massive piss): "uh, Yes, uh - this is just, uh - me urinating.. uh - Should I try to stop?"
Flight control: "No no! All good, please just keep going!"
*PSSSHHHHHHHHH* (continuously, without any interruptions)
Samantha, to Jessie: "OK, sounds like you were not kidding with the world record pee.."
Jessie laughed shyly as a reaction and kept on peeing like crazy.
Jessie really felt like in heaven. She let out the biggest pee of her life, and definitively the biggest pee ever taken in a spacecraft simulator, and her crew as well as the whole team was listening. She felt so much relief, and she also felt super horny because her incredibly huge piss got so much attention. For the first fifteen seconds of her pee, she did not have any control over her pee stream and was just gushing out pee at an incredible rate. After this, after she got rid of the biggest need to pee, she somewhat regained control over her bladder. She tried to slow down the pee a little bit, such that it was still audible for everyone, but with the aim to prolong her urination a bit.
For the next thirty seconds it was just Jessie gushing out enormous amounts of pee, interrupted only by some comments of her amazed crew members, like; "Holy fuck, sounds like it was really serious", or "OK, I feel like I have the smallest bladder in the world compared to this", or "wow, now I have to pee too."
But the crew as well as flight control was mainly just listening to Jessie releasing incredible amounts of pee.
*PSSSHHHHHHHHH* (still continuously, without any interruptions)
45 seconds into her pee, flight control asked again:
Flight control: "Jessie, any status update? We can hear that you are still urinating?"
Jessie: "Positive. I am still urinating, as you know my bladder was very very full.. Should I try to stop?"
Flight control: "No no. Please just continue until you are completely done!"
Jessie: "Great! Then I will continue. This will take some time, my bladder still feels pretty full."
*PSSSHHHHHHHHH* (still continuously, without any interruptions)
Flight control: "Understood. Very good, amazing, I see, we are really going for the world record pee here!"
Jessie decided to spice up her peeing show again a little bit with some more moaning:
"ahhhh! It really feels so great to let it all out!"
Jessie continued to pee, and the crew as well as flight control continued to listen. Her crew members, still listening in awe and amazement, began again to make some comments.
*PSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*
Nathalie: "So cool! Dr. Lewis, astronaut and peeing world champion!"
Samantha: "Yes girl, keep going! What an honor, the biggest piss ever takes place 30 cm next to me!"
Chris to Samantha: "Haha oh oh.. I'd be slightly worried, let's hope that you will not get wet!"
Everybody was laughing, and Jessie continued with her epic urination. Jessie felt super horny and excited about the situation. She also had regained full control over her pee stream. She further reduced her outflow rate to further prolong her pee.
*pssshhhhhh*
70 seconds into the massive stream, all members of the crew were laughing and continuing to comment on the situation.
Samantha: "Haha damn!! Wow, you are really going for it!"
Nathalie: "Haha this is just crazy. You are a very good girl! I bet this feels amazing!"
*pssshhhhhhhh*
Samantha: "What's going on? Your pee stream already seems to get weaker? Are you done already?"
Jessie was just deliberatly peeing at a slower pace. Her bladder was still about 25 percent full, and she knew that at this slower pace she could pee for at least one more minute.
Jessie: "Haha nah.. Don't worry, I still have a ton of pee left in my bladder!"
*psssshhhhhhh*
Chris to Samantha: "Haha believe in Jessie's bladder!"
*pssshhhhhhh*
Everybody was now focused on listening to Jessie's slowed down pee stream that was still clearly audible.
Nobody was talking for the next 20 seconds, everybody was just listening, increasingly shocked by Jessie's bladder size.
Samantha: "Ok you were not kidding.. I think this is the craziest thing I ever witnessed. So you are STILL peeing?"
*psssshhhhhh*
Jessie: "Uhm, sure. There is still quite some pee left.."
*psssshhhhhh*
Again for the next twenty seconds nobody was talking. Jessie then jokingly started to whistle away, to break the silence again.
All crew members burst into laughter.
Chris: "Haha Jessie still doing what she is best at!"
Nathalie could not stop laughing, she was literally laughing tears: "Hahaha.. this is soo funny!"
Samantha: "Haha this is just insane.. Yeah I'm really getting a bit worried that we might drown during our mission if Jessie goes like this!.."
Flight control: "Jessie, are you really STILL urinating?"
*pssshhhhhhh*
Jessie: "Uhmm yes, as you can probably hear? Is this bad, should I try to stop now?"
Flight control: "Uhmm.. no no, please go ahead and empty your bladder completely. This is just pretty incredible."
Jessie: "OK. Understood!"
*pssshhhhh*
Fifteen seconds later, Jessie felt that her bladder was getting close to empty. She also felt, that for the last part of her pee she could not longer slow down her pee and that it would come out with maximum force.
*pssshhhhh*
Jessie (again moaning) : "Aaahhhh!! this was soooo good! I think my bladder is nearly empty"
Flight control: "Amazing! Very good job Jessie! We congratulate you to your first successful pee into your space sui.."
*PPPPPSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH* (Jessie's stream going back to maximal force)
Flight control: "Uhhh, whut??"
Jessie (moaning slightly): "uuuhhhh!"
*PPPPPSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*
All crew members immediately burst again into laughter.
Nathalie: "Ahahahahahahh!!! Jessie trolling flight control!!"
Jessie's final gusher of pee lasted for about ten seconds. Then she is finally done.
Jessie (moaning again): "Aahhhhhhh!! Soooo good!! Now I'm all done! This time for real!"
All members of the crew as well as in mission control were laughing tears. Her crew members started to applaud.
James: "Hahaha!! Already done? Jessie the astronaut with the tiny bladder!! Haha.."
Nathalie: "Ahahaha!!! Thank you Jessie for this epic pee show! This was the funniest thing in my life!!"
Flight control: "Congratulations Jessie! Amazing pee!"
Chris: "Congratulations Jessie, this was for sure the world record piss!! Haha!!.. Do you feel better now?"
Jessie: "Ah, yesss, I feel much better. Phew.. this was really a lot of pee, even for my standards.."
James: "Hahaha.. Samantha, are you still dry?"
Samantha: "Haha.. yes it seems, I don't know how, but it seems that I so far did not get any splashes of Jessie's pee.."
All of them continued to laugh about what they had just witnessed. Jessie felt super horny and happy, knowing that she had delivered the most spectacular peeing show of all time.
Samantha: "Jessie, how does your diaper feel, is there still room left for more pee??"
Jessie: "Haha I have no idea.. I have to say it feels a bit different compared to with a dry diaper, there is some moisture, but I guess this is hard to avoid if you release this amount of urine into a diaper.."
Flight control: "Yes Jessie, there is so far nothing to worry about your diaper. However, because of the extraordinarity of events we will double check with the experts and then come back to you with further information about your urine containment situation."
Jessie: "OK. Understood. Thanks for double checking."
After this episode of epic urination the situation went back to mostly normal and the crew continued with the next maneuver to approach the ISS. This was still interrupted a couple of times by comments on Jessie's peeing abilities, like "For the next burn, we could save some fuel and just let Jessie pee into the right direction?" and similar. Jessie felt very happy, relieved and relaxed, for the moment..
Edited November 25, 2021 by HitEmAll
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I have written a part 3.. The thing is, the story gets a bit complicated. Also, this part does not yet contain any peeing, but the buildup to another epic pee by Jessie. In addition to that, Jessie's super bladder comes into the center of NASA's attention and there is a lot of discussion about the topic on all levels.. 😉
The Jessie Lewis situation - Part 3
People:
Dr. Joanna Meyers (age 48): Physician at Cape Canaveral. One of the physicians supervising the astronauts during missions.
Dr. Natasha Wright (age 36, MD PhD): Medical doctor that worked first in urology but was always fascinated by space flight. Natasha does have a slight pee fetish, i.e. she likes to talk about pee and enjoys to research everything about urination. She also likes to watch women pee, in particular when they urinate large amounts. She was part of the team that 2.5 years ago had to redesign the urine containment system for Sophie Robinson's 1.2 liter bladder. Due to the Strahler law, Sophie's bladder would produce too much urine during some of the phases where the astronauts had to stay suited up. They changed the original design to increase the capacity from 2.0 liters to 2.6 liters, such that the diaper could safely contain the required amounts of urine. Natasha really enjoyed this project, as it involved a number of huge test urinations of Sophie to test the improved diaper designs that Natasha could observe. However, Natasha would soon find out that Sophie's huge bladder was nothing in comparison to Jessie's epic super bladder. To gather as much data as possible from Sophie's test urinations, she and her team had developed a test bench to optimally record the test urinations and monitor the behavior of the urine containment system, with the aim to examine potential modes of failure of the system.
Dr. Hayley Johnson (age 33): Computer scientist and engineer in Natasha's team. She joined Natasha's team three years ago. She contributed to the development of various parts of the urine containment system test bench. She is also an expert for physics simulations, fluid dynamics, as well as image processing. Currently she is working on several collaborations together with Prof. Strahler's lab in Freiburg, Germany.
Jessie realized something that she so far did not think about. She was so focused on preparing her epic first piss in a space suit, that she did not really think about the rest of the mission. With the huge amounts of liquids she had consumed (close to five liters by now), and the remaining mission time of over 4 hours, she would most likely have to pee again. She got a bit worried about this, because she was not sure if her diaper was really designed to contain so many liters of urine. She thought, that in the worst case she would overflow her diaper and then continue to pee into her space suit. Therefore she was really curious to find out what mission control was discussing with the "experts" about her "urine containment situation".
At mission control this problem was recognized as well. Suit technician Fiona Smith, who is also part of mission control, and had observed all of Jessie's epic urination was asked to contact the experts and to further evaluate the situation. She contacted one of the physicians (Dr. Joanna Meyers) as well as one of the Cape Canaveral urine containment experts, Dr. Natasha Wright.
Fiona calling Dr. Natasha Wright
Natasha: "Hello?"
Fiona: "Hello Natasha, this is Fiona Smith from the mission control team of NGSS-1"
Natasha: "Hello Fiona, um.. how can I help?"
Fiona: "umm.. are you busy right now or can you free some time for the next couple of hours?"
Natasha: "umm.. yes, I guess.. If it is something important and urgent then of course I can help."
Fiona: "Yes, it is rather important and um.. - urgent. Can you start heading towards the the mission simulator center and call me back when you are on the way?"
Natasha: "Sure, is it ok if I tell my colleagues that I am away, then I'll be on my way in three minutes?"
Fiona: Yes, perfect!
Fiona then told her co-worker to also contact physician Joanna Meyers.
Natasha was really confused by Fiona's call and with the given information could not make too much sense of the situation. However, she felt quite excited, as probably there was some situation involving urination and she was looking forward to find out what was really going on. Natasha had drank several coffees this morning and did not go to the restroom for a long time, so she did feel some need to pee. She thought about going before leaving for the simulator center, but decided against it, because she promised to call back in a couple of minutes and did not want to lose any time.
Natasha walked to her car at a fast pace and started to drive towards the simulator center. It was a couple of minutes to drive from the labs where she was working. She called Fiona back:
Fiona: "Hi Natasha, great that you could make it so fast!"
Natasha: "Of course, no problem. Now do you want to explain to me what this situation is about?"
Fiona: "Sure! So, uhm.. I guess you remember Sophie Robinson's bladder very well."
Natasha instantly got very excited and immediately felt slightly horny. This was exactly what she wanted to hear.
Natasha: "Haha yes, of course.."
Fiona: "Uhmm.. well you did a great engineering job when developing Sophie's diaper, but it seems that we may have to rethink.."
Natasha now feeling very very excited about this development and very curious to hear the full story.
Natasha: "Uhm OK, then can you please explain what the issue is?"
Fiona: "Sure. So, it seems that one of our female astronauts has a bladder that is much much bigger than Sophie's".
Natasha now feeling super horny to hear this. She of course knew the astronauts of NGSS-1 quite well and immediately wondered who the girl with the super bladder was. She was super excited that she would probably be able to observe gigantic urinations of one of the very attractive female astronauts of this mission. Because Samantha was the tallest, her first guess was Samantha.
Natasha: "Wow!! Sounds interesting, much bigger than Sophies? Oh my fucking god.. Who is the astronaut with the super bladder, Samantha?"
Fiona: "No. Jessie."
Natasha (thinking about how attractive Jessie was, how exciting the whole situation was, and imagining Jessie urinating huge amounts): "Ah interesing, Jessie. Wow, very nice.." (speaking her mind out aloud)
Fiona: "uh what?"
Natasha (trying to regain her professionality): "uhm I mean, understood, this sounds challenging. I'm curious to hear the full story and am looking forward to work on this apparently challenging new problem."
Fiona: "Very good. So long story short, three days ago in the 6 hour ISS approach simulation Jessie drank over three liters of liquids and never peed."
Natasha: "Uhmm.. ok, wow!"
Fiona: "So today we are in one of the 6+ hour ISS approach tests that include some simulated problems. Because we found out that Jessie so far never had peed into her space suit, we made sure that she would really have to go this time."
Natasha's face flushed red from excitement and hornyness, she realized that this was maybe the hottest thing that she had ever experienced.
Natasha: "Uhm ok. And did it work, did she eventually pee?"
Fiona: "Uhmm.. yes, one could say so.. After drinking five liters over 4.5 hours she peed like probably no human being ever peed before and nearly flooded the whole spacecraft."
This was too much to handle for Natasha. She took her right hand and started to rub her clit through her pants while driving.
Natasha (trying to hide that she was breathing heavily from excitement): "uhmm.. ooh.. I.. uhh.. OK. Wow! Thanks for the update. uhh.. ooooh.. Then I'll be there as fast as possible!".
Fiona: "OK. Very good. Then we will continue to talk when you are here. We will have to take some decisions on how to continue with this test soon, also regarding the urine containment situation."
Natasha: "Sure, ooh.. I'm on my way, uhh.. I will be there in five minutes."
Fiona: "Great, thanks! Just come to the simulator center main entrance, someone will pick you up there."
Natasha: "Great! Then see you in a second!"
Luckily for Natasha the street towards the simulator center was completely straight and empty, so after ending the call she could focus on masturbating. She was as horny and excited as maybe never before in her life. She thought about the near future, that probably in the remainder of this day and in the next couple of months there would be so many exciting situations involving massive urination of super hot astronaut Jessie Lewis. While thinking about the rest of the day, as well as imagining what exactly happened earlier when Jessie peed in the simulator, she came really hard, twice, on her way to the simulator center. After that she felt much better, it helped her a lot to calm her down to be able to handle the upcoming situations professionally.
The astronauts of mission NGSS-1 were now about 150 minutes into their 6+ hours ISS docking simulation. Natasha parked her car, took some heavy breaths of air to calm herself down for the moment, and then started walking towards the main entrace of the simulator center. She was picked up and then immediately sent to talk to suit technician Fiona Smith.
Fiona: "Ah, very good. Hi Natasha, great that you could make it so fast!"
Natasha: "Hi Fiona, yes I guess that is my job to help with these kinds of "urgent" situations.."
Fiona: "Sure! So, here is the situation. We asked Jessie to drink 2 liters of liquids 1.5 hours before the test. Then the test started, and she continued to drink over 2.5 additional liters over the first two hours."
Natasha: "OK wow, that will seriously fill up your bladder for sure.."
Fiona: "Yes.. The thing is, Jessie apparently has a ridiculously large bladder."
Of course Natasha had learnt this before, but hearing it again made her blush slightly and increase her heart rate significantly. However, this time she was able to keep everything professional and keep all thoughts about watching sexy astronaut Jessie Lewis urinating like crazy away for the moment.
Natasha: "OK, this of course might be a rather serious problem for NGSS-1. Can you specify ridiculously large more precisely?"
Fiona: "132 minutes into the test, she decided that she felt rather desperate and wanted to take her first pee into her space suit."
Natasha: "OK. You are saying that Jessie really held it for over four hours while drinking several liters of liquids?? Holy crap, "fuck me sideways" is the only thing that I can say about this."
Fiona: "Yes. We also have some rather spectacular footage from her urination, maybe you should take a look at it afterwards."
Natasha (pretending to be partially joking): "Yes!! I really want to see that spectacular super piss!"
Natasha: "Do we have some estimate about how much pee she voided during her mega urination?"
Fiona: "Based on some rather conservative estimates about her hydration state before starting to consume liquids, and conservative estimates on her urine production rate, around 1.9 liters. But it could be more."
Natasha: "Hmm.. I see. If the Strahler law holds for bladder sizes up to that size, then we have a very serious problem.."
[Reminder from part 1: the Strahler law describes the rate at which kidneys produce urine in female astronauts under zero gravity as a function of bladder size. For details see part 1]
Fiona: "Yes. Do you think that there is some hope that the urine production rate at some point stops increasing?"
Natasha: "Yes, absolutely, we can really hope for this. Actually, we saw this already for Sophie Robinson, if you analyze the data correctly, then luckily for bladder sizes above around 900 ml it seems that there is a much smaller increase in urine production rate, certainly not quadratic anymore, probably sublinear. This is also not surprising, because we are also not that far away from the maximal urine production rate that kidneys can have on earth, under superhydration conditions."
Fiona: "Interesting. So this means, assuming that we, say optimistically, only have a 25% higher urine production rate in Jessie compared to Sophie, we, that means mainly you, would have to increase the diaper capacity from 2.6 liters to around 3.25 liters?"
Natasha: "Hmm.. It is more complicated. There are a number of additional points: Sophie is quite a bit taller than Jessie, Jessie has a smaller suit size and also smaller diapers. The diaper that she is currently wearing has only a capacity for 2.4 liters of urine."
Fiona: "Haha! This is cool! Our peeing world champion girl got the small diaper!"
Natasha: "Haha yes.. this was due to engineering decisions, all female diapers were upgraded to the new design, and their capacity scales with size. However, we can certainly increase this to 2.6 liters. To go far over this, e.g. to go over 3 liters we have to invent some new technology, but I'm sure that we will be able to do this. Six months is not a lot of time, but we will get there."
Natasha: "However, there is an additional problem.. The longest period where Jessie has to wear a space suit is not the ISS approach of 6 to 7 hours. Her spacewalk missions are planned to be around 7 hours + around 1 hour of preparation phase."
Fiona: "Uhm OK.. I see."
Natasha: "However.. if the increase of urine production rate as we hope for is strongly sublinear above one liter bladder size, then this may give us some additional wiggle room.."
Fiona: "You mean, because Jessie has this incredibly large bladder, she can just hold a lot pee towards the end of her time suited up?"
Natasha: "Exactly.. Poor Jessie will be bursting to go when she reenters ISS, but at least she did not overflow her urine containment system."
Fiona: "Hmm.. I don't know if this is really possible. Probably it is difficult to perform non-trivial maintenance tasks outside of the ISS while being desperate to pee."
Natasha: "True. Hmm we will see."
Natasha: "OK. All these things are still to be discussed later. Let's get back to our super-hydrated Jessie that is currently sitting inside the simulator, after taking the biggest piss ever, with a urine containment system filled to over 75% capacity and a rapidly refilling super bladder."
Fiona: "Yes. Do you have any suggestions on how to proceed?"
Natasha: "So because there are only 6 months left, and because this is really a mission-critical problem, I think that we have to throw some of the standard procedures over board.."
Fiona: "I don't exactly know what you are talking about, but I am sure that mission control and our bosses are cooperative, they do understand that this is a serious issue."
Natasha: "What I mean is, that what helped most when developing Sophia's diaper was data about realistic failure modes of the urine containment system. We should try to get as much data as possible, we still have the equipment for our urine containment system test bench. Best in my opinion would be to start today, with Jessie making her urine containment system explode on our test bench."
(Natasha said this 100% out of professional need. This is really the data that she and her team require most for improving their systems. However, Natasha also got (again) seriously wet when thinking about the described scenario.)
Fiona: "Hmm I see. Sounds reasonable. Is your pee pee test bench portable, i.e. can you transport it to the simulator center?"
Natasha: "Yes, I guess this should be no problem. We anyway first have to reassemble it."
Fiona: "How long does this take? Can Jessie hold it until your test bench is ready?"
Natasha: "Hmm.. yes I guess we will see.. It should not take that long to set it up and to configure, maybe 1.5 hours for my team. However, it was nearly three years ago that we last had to set it up, so I don't really know."
Fiona: "OK. Then we should initiate this as soon as possible."
Natasha: "Yes, I will do this in a second. Next we have to decide on how to proceed with Jessie right now."
Fiona: "Yes.. So of course we told her to stop drinking for the moment, but probably this will not help that much, as she is already very well hydrated."
Natasha: "Yes.. And I also guess that we have to get her out of the simulator at some point, because I cannot really imagine that she makes it through her full test without taking a pee?"
Fiona: "Haha after seeing her pee earlier I think that she might be able to manage. But you are right, we should not try this. It is of course against a couple of regulations and in theory she has to complete this training, but as I said, people are usually really constructive when it is about mission critical issues. So I think we can get her out of the simulator after you have set up your test bench."
Natasha: "OK. Sounds like a plan. Then I will tell my team to set up and configure our urine containment system test bench in your dress up room as fast as possible, and you talk to mission control to get Jessie out of the simulator when we are ready here?"
Fiona: "Yes. Very good. Let's proceed like this. Let's talk again after I talked to my boss, and after you contacted your team?"
Nathasha: "Very good. I guess if Jessie's bladder is far over 1.5 liters, and if her kidneys are operating at rate normal for slight superhydration, then we might have two hours left until she's due for her next super pee?"
Fiona: "Hmm.. might be, might also be less, I don't know.. but anyway we should work as fast as possible, just in case."
It was now 163 minutes into the test, i.e. about thirty minutes after Jessie finished her epic pee.
Natasha immediately contacted her team and told them to drop everything and then to fetch all the parts necessary for the urine containment system test bench, and transport all the parts to the dress up room of the simulator center, as fast as possible.
In the meantime, Fiona managed to talk to simulator test supervisor Stephen Mitchell and convinced him about the urgency of the problem. It was decided to perform a five minute halt before the next maneuver in the docking simulation, such that Fiona had time to discuss with the flight director directly.
After this discussion, flight director Tim Spencer had understood and tried to summarize:
Flight director : "So, for the moment we just continue to monitor Jessie's bladder status and tell her, that she should inform us in case that she wants to urinate? And as soon as Jessie is bursting to pee again, we get her out of the simulator? And then, if Dr. Wright is fast enough with setting up her high tech pee bench, we put Jessie there and tell her that she can just let it rip with the aim to explode her way too small NASA high tech diaper in a controlled test setting?"
Fiona: "Uhm.. yes exactly, this is pretty much our plan right now."
Flight director : "Hmm.. OK, I guess we can try this.. Yeah, pretty much a normal day in the office, I guess.."
Fiona: "Haha.. yes.. maybe a normal day in the simulator center with a super-hydrated Jessie Lewis inside the simulator.."
Flight director : "Yes.. OK, then I will inform Jessie that she should inform us about her bladder status and let's hope that Natasha is fast enough. Great, thanks for handling the situation, Fiona."
Fiona: "Great. Thanks too, for your time and flexibility."
It was now 175 minutes into the test, i.e. about forty minutes after Jessie finished her epic pee.
The crew of mission NGSS-1 had just succesfully executed the next maneuver on their simulated travel to the ISS. Jessie still felt very relieved from her pee. However, she did notice that her bladder was starting to fill again, even though she did not yet feel any need to pee. She was slightly worried while thinking about her bladder situation for the rest of the mission, and she hoped that mission control could resolve all potential issues with her urine containment system.
Just after completing the maneuver, the crew was informed by flight control that there was a five minute halt before continuing with the next maneuver. Jessie was not particularly happy about this right now, as she kind of wanted to hold her pee until the end of the mission, despite the fact that this was probably nearly impossible due to the large amounts of liquid that she had already consumed. Surely, these extra five minutes would not help.
After the five minute halt, there was another two minutes halt to inform Jessie and the rest of the crew about the new situation:
Flight control: "Jessie, our experts did notice some minor issue with your urine containment system. But it is nothing serious at all."
Jessie: "OK. So what does that mean?"
Flight control: "We will continue to ask you about the state of your bladder from time to time. Also, in case that you feel that you want to urinate, could you try to inform us a couple of minutes in advance before you go, such that our technicians can take some extra measures?"
Jessie: "OK. Sure, copy that. You will ask me from time to time if I have to urinate, and in case that I want to urinate I will inform you a couple of minutes prior to urination?"
Flight control: "Yes, exactly."
Jessie: "OK. Very good. Would it help if I just hold my pee until the end of the mission?"
Flight control: "Uhm.. No, there is absolutely no need for that, we can let you urinate if you need to, just please tell us beforehand. By now we know that you have an incredibly large bladder, but due to your large prior liquid intake it would be probably even for you very unpleasant to suppress urination until the end of the mission."
Jessie: "OK. Understood."
Jessie felt somewhat better after this exchange with flight control. She was obviously wondering about what exactly was the problem and what they actually planned to do prior to her next urination, but at least she knew that they were working on something to resolve potential issues.
Her crew members still enjoyed the Jessie Lewis super bladder topic very much and were back to making jokes about the situation:
Natasha: "So maybe Jessie's mega bladder is too much too handle for a NASA high tech diaper?"
James: "Yeah, it seems like. I wonder what they will do prior to your next mega piss?"
Chris: "Maybe they will equip us with some umbrellas, such that we can stay somewhat dry despite being in the splash zone of Jessie's exploding diaper?"
Everybody was laughing, the topic was just really funny and it was kind of hard to talk seriously about it, despite the importance of the simulation that they were currently in.
Jessie replid: "Haha.. yeah you know, maybe I'll just hold my pee pee until the end of the mission, if my super high tech diaper is not able to handle the - uhmm.. magnitude of my urination."
After this, the crew had to focus again, because they had to perform the next maneuver.
Meanwhile, Natasha's team ran into some problem. They found out that the test bench equipment was stored in a restricted storage area, and only Natasha had clearance to access this. They immediately contacted Natasha:
Natasha: "Hey! What's up?"
Hayley: "We have a problem, the test bench is stored in SLA-442-B, and we do not have clearance to access it. We need you to get it for us.."
Natasha: "Oh fuck.. true. I forgot about this. Sure, I'll be there in a second.."
(and Natasha started to walk towards the exit of the simulator center)
Natasha: "Do you have a pickup truck ready and enough people to transport all the equipment into the truck?"
Hayley: "Yes, everything's ready, we just have to get the clearance."
Natasha: "Great! I'm on my way and will be there in at most ten minutes."
Natasha realized, that this would add quite some extra time that was not anticipated. She got slightly worried that it could get really close with installing the test bench in time for Jessie's next piss, but she wanted to try everything to make it work. When driving to the storage location, she did not care for the speed limit, but just wanted to get there as fast as possible. Natasha arrived there 9 minutes later at 181 minutes into the test. When she requested access to the storage, there was the next bad surprise. She learnt, that according to NASA regulations it was only allowed to set the equipment up in its original location. Meaning, they had to change their plan to set up the test bench directly in the simulator, close to Jessie's soon to be super full bladder.
Natasha to Hayley: "Hmm oh fuck.. do we have space left in our lab D4?" (D4 was the original location where it was originally set up, two years ago)
Hayley: "Hmm.. yes I'm sure we can free enough space, it will take some extra time probably."
Natasha: "OK. I see. Then let's just do it this way."
Natasha's team then started to get the equipment and load it into the pickup truck.
Meanwhile, Natasha called Fiona:
Luckily, Fiona had just finished talking to the flight director.
Fiona: "Hey Natasha?"
Natasha: "Hi Fiona, you have a second?"
Fiona: "Yes. Is there some issue?"
Natasha: "Yes kind of. We just learnt from NASA that we are not allowed to set up the test bench in the simulator center, but we have to set it up in it's original location. At least for now."
Fiona: "Hmm.. ok.. then I guess you set it up there, and we transport our bursting Jessie over to your site?"
Natasha: "Yes I guess this is what we should do. Anyway, we can discuss the details later, we will start setting up the system in our lab, OK?"
Fiona: "Yes, I guess this is fine. So to bring Jessie after leaving the simulator over to your site will take about 15 minutes I guess?"
Natasha: "Yes, that sounds about right. Let's hope that Jessie will make it, but I heard she has a rather strong bladder."
Fiona: "Yes. Anyway, I'll talk again to the flight director, he should tell Jessie that she should plan for some extra time before she can actually pee."
Natasha: "OK. Very good. Yes I think we will somehow manage to get Jessie to tinkle on our test bench to get the data of her exploding diaper."
Fiona: "Yes. Very good."
Natasha and her team then continued with the transport of their equipment to it's original location, the laboratory D4 inside their building.
Fiona again contacted the simulator test supervisor Stephen Mitchell. She instructed him, to message the flight director, that he should tell Jessie, that she should plan some extra 20 minutes when announcing her desire to urinate. Then, after the crew had performed their next successful maneuver, the flight director again contacted Jessie. It was now 191 minutes into the test, i.e. 54 minutes after Jessie's epic pee.
Flight director: "Jessie, how is you bladder situation? Do you feel any need to urinate?"
Jessie: "Negative."
Fight director: "OK. Understood. I do have some extra instruction for you. We will have to go through a special procedure prior to your urination that will take around twenty minutes. Therefore, please tell us twenty minutes before you plan to urinate, that you want to urinate. Understood?"
Jessie: "OK. I will do that. Can you explain what kind of technical procedure this is?"
Flight director: "Uhmm.. uh.. at the moment we are still working on the exact procedure, I cannot exactly tell you at the moment, but I will inform you when I know more."
Jessie: "OK. Understood. Thanks. Sounds mysterious!"
Jessie was obviuosly still rather confused by what this call from the flight director could actually mean for her. She could not really think of any procedures that might be necessary to prepare for taking a piss. She was really curious to find out, but for the moment she did not really care about this topic. She anyway still considered the option to just not urinate for the rest of the mission.
It was now 198 minutes into the test, i.e. 63 minutes after Jessie's epic pee.
Natasha's team was very efficient at transporting all the material to their site. It took them only fifteen minutes to transport all the parts into lab D4. They also already had reshuffled eqiupment in the lab to free space for the assembly of their high tech test stand.
Natasha: "Great! Let's transform D4 back into the Piss Lab!"
Hayley: "Haha yes! Back to the good old times, a lot of urine was released in this lab, 2.5 years ago!"
Natasha: "Yes. However, it seems that our super bladder Jessie will redefine the meaning of a lot of urine."
Hayley: "Haha, OK, really, is that so? I'm curious to find out later!"
The urine containment system test bench consisted of a small 1.5 x 1.5 meter platform in the center with several metal constructions around it. Several cameras and other sensors (3d scanners and similar) were then attached to the metal constructions. In addition to that, the current urine containment systems contained some built-in telemetry that could be connected to the test bench and generated data about it's state.
Her team was already assembling the stage and the additional constructions. Assembling the system was not so difficult, Natasha was rather a bit worried about configuring all the devices, performing calibration, and setting up the software system that controlled the test bench. While her team was setting up the test bench hardware, she started to work on the computer to set up the software.
By now, physician Dr. Joanna Meyers had arrived at the simulator center. Fiona updated Joanna on the situation and on their plan for the next steps. They were confident that everything should work out without any problems, and that they only had to organize a smooth transfer of Jessie with her potentially super-full bladder, while she was still wearing her urine containment system, from the simulator to the by then hopefully configured test bench located in the D4 piss lab. It was decided that Jessie after leaving the simulator should remove the upper part of her space suit, but keep on the lower part for the transport to the D4 lab. Fiona and Joanna would join Jessie. After arrival at the D4 lab, Fiona would help Jessie to get rid of the remaining parts of her space suit, then Natasha's team would set up everything for the test, i.e. mainly connect Jessie's urine containment system to their telemetry system and adjust the sensors and cameras correctly. Then, everything would be ready for Jessie's next large-scale urination, this time destined to end up in quite a mess on their test stand. For the transport of Jessie after leaving the simulator, Jessie would have to walk about 30 meters through the simulator center to a delivery entrance. There, the three women would enter a Van that then should transport all of them to the delivery entrance closest to the D4 lab. The D4 lab was located on the second floor. To reach the D4 lab, Jessie then would have to walk only a couple of meters to the elevator, and afterwards walk about 15 meters to enter the D4 piss lab where they then would continue with the procedure.
Fiona and Joanna were quite happy with their plan and looking forward to the execution. Now they only had to hope for, that Natasha's team was fast enough to set up and configure their test bench, before Jessie lost control over her rapidly filling super bladder.. |
There is more.. 🙂 NASA regulations make the situation a bit more complicated for Jessie and her rapidly filling super bladder..
The Jessie Lewis situation - Part 4
It was now 213 minutes into the simulator test. The crew of NGSS-1 had just completed the next successful maneuver on their simulated way to docking the ISS. The flight manager asked Jessie again about the state of her bladder.
Flight control: "Jessie, do you feel any urge to urinate?"
Jessie: "Negative, right now I can feel that my bladder is filling, but I do not feel the slightest urge to urinate. I am pretty sure that I can hold it for several more hours."
Flight control: "OK. Understood. Very good. As before, please for the moment do not consume any more liquids, if possible. We think that you are hydrated enough for the mission."
Jessie: "OK. Understood. Yes, I think so too that I am well enough hydrated."
Jessie was still feeling very relaxed about her bladder. She knew that despite the large amount of liquids that she had consumed, it would take still several hours until she really needed to go.
It was now 215 minutes into the simulator test.
Suit technician Fiona who had just planned how to safely transfer Jessie from the simulator center to the piss lab D4 got a call from the simulator supervisor Stephen Mitchell.
Fiona: "Hello Stephen, what's up?"
Stephen: "Hi Fiona, uhm.. I am sorry, but it seems that we have to somewhat change our plans.."
Fiona: "Uhm, ok?"
Stephen: "I just tried to get permission for getting Jessie out of the simulator. NASA says that this is not possible, that this is one of the A+ tests that are in the highest priority class, and that all members of the crew have to finish this test, today. I tried to convince them that we have an engineering issue to solve, and that we potentially lose an important opportunity to generate data, if Jessie has to finish the test. But they replied that there is still enough time after this crucial test to resolve these issues."
Fiona: "Oof.. Hmm.. thanks for the update, and thanks for trying to convince them that it would be good to be flexible today. Hmm.. I guess I can understand their point, it really is one of the most important simulations.."
Stephen: "Yes, sure.. Hmm.. now the question is how to proceed.. I am not yet sure what kind of instructions and explanations the flight director now should exactly give to poor Jessie.."
Fiona: "Yes, this is a tricky one.. I mean I guess we have to tell Jessie that her urine containment system is soon filled to the brim and that her next pee will overflow it. If Jessie overflows her urine containment system, it will create quite a mess inside the simulator, but apart from soaking her crew members probably with a very significant amount of pee, this is not a serious problem for the simulated mission. The question is rather, whether there is still any possibility that Jessie could make it to the test bench after the test?
Stephen: "Yes, exactly, that's the question. Does your assembled team of experts for space urination have any estimates on how long it will take until Jessie's mega bladder is full again?"
Fiona: "Hmm not yet.. If it is OK, then I'll consult the experts in my team, and then in say fifteen minutes I'll call you back?"
Stephen: "Yes, I think this should be fine. For the moment we anyway cannot really influence anything. Right now, in case that Jessie suddenly wishes to urinate, then we can just tell her she can go.."
Fiona: "Yes, exactly. If there are experts in my team that think that it is possible that Jessie can suppress urination for the next four hours, then we can still decide if we want to tell Jessie that she might try to hold it?"
Stephen: "Yes, this might be an option. OK, sorry again for the negative news. Looking forward to hearing from you. Btw. one last question: in case that Jessie overflows, what will happen, where does the overflowing um.. liquids go? Just on the floor, or will she really um.. "soak her crew members", as you said?"
Fiona: "Uhm.. how should I explain this.. uhm.. The space suits actually have a very complicated overflow system, that is only active in the simulator. In the real mission it is not possible to use it. Apparently, there were a ton of design constraints, and as a consequence it has a rather.. um.. extravagant design. Short answer: yes, if Jessie again urinates large amounts, then her crew members will get seriously soaked by her.. um.. liquids".
Stephen: "Uhm.. ok, thanks for the information, very, um.. interesting.. Hmm.. I'm not sure, I think we should not tell this part to Jessie or the crew, at least for the moment.."
Fiona first informed physician Joanna about the new situation.
Joanna: "Oh my god.. poor Jessie.. hmm.. can you give me again the exact timeline, i.e. how much she drank at what time and when exactly she peed?.. maybe we can estimate if there is some chance that our Jessie with her super bladder will be able to make it to the end of the test.."
Joanna performd some rough calculation about Jessie's hydration status to estimate the time that they had left until her bladder was full. Her conclusion was, that due to the fact that Jessie probably already had released around to two liters of urine, together with the fact that astronauts also transpire a significant amount of liquids during this test, that Jessie probably would be not as super-hydrated currently as originally feared. So according to her calculation it was quite possible that Jessie had maybe three to four hours left until her bladder was full again.
Fiona: "Hmm.. the problem with this test is, that we do not even exactly know how long it takes until they finally dock to the ISS, due to the simulated problems. They are now 3.5 hours into the test. If they don't encounter any other problems they are currently on track for 6 hours and 10 minutes."
Joanna: "Then Jessie could really make it to the end. Hmm.. does the flight director of the simulation supervisor know how many problems they will still encounter?"
Fiona: "I don't think so. I think the specific scenario is somewhat randomly generated. It should be realistic for everybody. But I just remember something else: there are several relatively long 12 minute halts in the schedule, in between different maneuvers. In theory these are not necessary, so maybe we can ask the flight director if we can try to hurry up a bit with docking to the ISS?"
Joanna: "Yes this would be great! Haha this is funny, we hurry up with our approach to the ISS because one of our astronauts has to go to the restroom really really badly!"
Fiona: "Haha yes exactly! OK, then I'll first talk again to the simulator supervisor, give him the update that we think it is at least possible that Jessie can hold her pee until the end, and ask him if it is possible that the flight director speeds up the approach a little bit to save some time. Afterwards I'll update Natasha."
Joanna: "Sounds great!"
Fiona called the simulator supervisor back:
Stephen: "Hi Fiona, thanks for calling back, do you have some update?"
Fiona: "Yes. Good news is, we think it is absolutely possible that Jessie can hold it, at least if there is not too much extra time required."
Stephen: "OK. I understand. Yes, we do not know the number of simulated problems in advance. The scenarios are generated such that they should take inbetween 6.5 and 7.5 hours."
Fiona: "Yes I see. Hmm. 7.5 hours will be tough according to our estimations, I guess we have to wait and see. There is one additional thing that we thought about. There are several 12 minute halts in the schedule. Do you think we could shorten some of them a bit, to buy Jessie some extra time?"
Stephen: "Uhmm.. so there are indeed five 12 minute halts left.. This is in theory possible to shorten these, I can ask the flight director if he can do that."
Fiona: "Yes this would be great! Thank you very much for helping with this!"
Stephen: "Sure, no problem. Then, I guess the question is now, what do we tell Jessie? I guess we tell her the full story, that she of course can pee anytime if she has to, but that it would help us if she could hold her pee until she got transferred to the D4 lab?"
Fiona: "Yes, I guess this makes sense. I guess her crew members will make a lot of fun about her bladder destroying NASA high tech diapers, but this we anyway cannot avoid."
Stephen: "No. I cannot blame them, this story is really something special and funny.. Great, then I'll talk to the flight director and tell him to give Jessie and the crew a full disclosure of what's going on. And I tell him to hurry up to get to the ISS because one of his astronauts needs to pee."
Fiona: "Exactly. Very good. Afterwards I might be back in mission control and see how things are going, if not I'll call you again and ask if everything worked out."
Stephen: "Great, thanks."
The simulator supervisor could reach flight control and they decided that they would cut 4 of the breaks to 3 minutes and one break to six minutes, saving in total 42 minutes. The simulator supervisor forwarded the message to the flight director to explain the crew the situation..
It was now 241 minutes into the test, the crew had just started the next burn.
Flight control: "Jessie, do you feel any need to urinate?"
Jessie: "Negative.. uhmm, or maybe a very little urge, but I am sure that I can hold it for several more hours."
Flight control: "Very good. OK, there is quite a bit of new information about the current situation with your urine containment system."
Jessie: "OK?"
Flight control: "OK, so first of all, if you feel the need to urinate during this test you can safely urinate at any point in time."
Jessie: "OK. Great. Sounds a bit like there is a "but"..? "
Flight control: "Uhm yes, one could say so.. Your urine containment system will most likely not be able to handle the amount of additional urine. This is no problem, it just means that urine will be released through an overflow system into the spacecraft, which is absolutely not dangerous here in the simulator."
(the other crew members are laughing quietly about hearing this, because they kind of already expected it)
Jessie: "OK.. .. .. uhm.. uh.. can you make "released into the spacecraft" a bit more specific?"
Flight control: "uhm.. it will flow out of your space suit. We can give you a more detailed description in case that you decide to urinate..".
Jessie: "OK.. copy that: in case that I decide to pee again, piss will be flying all across the simulator?"
Flight control: "Uhm.. uh.. we cannot exclude that it is possible, that your crew members will get into contact with your urine in that case. But remember, urine is totally harmless, in addition to that you are all wearing space suits, so some drops of urine will not make any difference for anyone.."
(All of the crew was already laughing hard about Jessie's question, and even harder about the answer from flight control.)
Flight control: "However, there is another aspect. Our engineers may have to perform adjustments to your urine containment system to handle the necessary amounts of urine you will void during the actual mission. They would be interested in recording the data about how exactly your urine containment system fails when you urinate the next time."
Jessie: "OK? How will they do that?"
Flight control: "This is only possible outside the simulator, on a special test bench, ten minutes away from the simulator center. We asked NASA if it is possible to get you out of the simulator early, but they said that you have to finish the test. Therefore, it would help our engineers if you could suppress urination until twenty minutes after the test ended. However, if you cannot do this there is absolutely no problem, then you can just safely urinate and our engineers will get their data at a later point in time."
Jessie: "OK.. Wow.. so then I will participate now in a NASA pee holding contest?"
Flight control: "Yes, kind of.. As I said, there is no problem if you cannot do this. We understand that what we ask you here would be a completely impossible task for any normal human being. Do you think right now that there could be a possibility that you hold it until the end?"
Jessie: "Uhmm.. it is still a couple of hours left, but yes, it might be possible. I think right now my bladder is filling rather fast, but maybe it will slow down over the next hours."
Flight control: "Yes. We had some experts calculate some rough estimates, and they think this should be the case. I have another information. We will actually try to help you and try to speed up with our approach to the ISS, by shortening the halts in between maneuvers. This will gain us over 40 minutes. However, we do not know how long exactly it will take you to get there, as there might be additional simulated problems that will cause delay."
Jessie: "Wow. Thanks for speeding up such that I can take my pee in time! If you organize all this then I guess it is rather important that I can hold my pee until the end?"
Flight control: "Hmm.. it would help the engineers a bit, but as I said, if you have to go then please just go, this is no problem."
Jessie: "OK. Thanks for the update. Then I will tell you from time to time how my bladder feels."
Flight control: "OK. Great. And we will continue to be very interested in your urinary situation. Thank you very much for your efforts, and we are all deeply impressed by your abilities to hold pee."
Following the dialog, the whole crew was on the brink of bursting into laughter. After the dialog, they couldn't hold themselves and laughed tears once again. They currently were not busy with any mission duties and had time to talk about their favorite topic, Jessie's gigantic bladder.
Jessie: "Haha, super funny.. Oh wow, what a crazy situation. I hope I can hold my pee until the end.."
Samantha (sitting directly next to Jessie): "Yes, we hope so too!", everybody started to laugh again.
Nathalie: "If Jessie pees like before and makes her diaper explode, then we will all get seriously wet.. Flight control made that very clear haha!"
Chris: "That's the fanciest goldenshower ever, inside a NASA spacecraft simulator, the peeing world champion Dr. Lewis will pee simultaneously over all her crew, through an exploding NASA high tech diaper.."
Samantha (jokingly): "Remember Jessie, I am the commander, I decide when my crew members are allowed to urinate!"
Everybody was still laughing. Jessie was slightly worried that she might disappoint NASA, as she could feel that her bladder was not dangerously full yet, but still filling rapidly. However, she was also very excited about this development, as she felt very horny thinking about all the additional attention for her huge bladder. Secretly, she sometimes dreamed about participating and winning a pee holding contest (obviously, she would easily win any peeing contest, if she participated). She now participated in the craziest pee holding contest of all time. She was also really hoping that she would make it to the end of the test, as she was super excited to find out how this peeing test bench would work.
Nathalie: "This is just crazy, today we already witnessed the biggest pee in history, and maybe, if Jessie will not make it, we will witness probably an even bigger pee.."
Chris: "Maybe NASA measured, and found out that your last pee was a couple of drops below the world record, and now they want you to try again?"
Samantha: "Haha.. No, I am sure Jessie already beat the world record. And I also think that she will make it, thanks to her gigantic bladder."
Chris: "OK. Let's bet, who thinks that Jessie can hold it until the end?"
..everybody still laughing, but all of the crew members believed in Jessie's bladder and her ability to hold ridiculous amounts of pee, and all agreed that she would make it most likely to the end.
Jessie started to calculate. It was now 247 minutes into the mission. After speeding up the approach, and including the delay that they currently had, without any problems the total mission time would be 334 minutes, so in the best case she had to hold her pee only for a bit over two hours until she was on that test bench and could finally go. By now she could definitively feel some pressure in her bladder, but she also knew that usually she could hold her pee from this point still for a long time, even after drinking large amounts.
After Fiona talked to the simulator supervisor, she tried to reach and update Natasha. Natasha was obviously very busy with setting up their test bench as fast as possible, but she took a break to talk to Fiona.
Natasha: "Hi Fiona, how is it going, does Jessie already have to pee?"
Fiona: "Probably, but I don't know exactly. Listen, the situation has changed, NASA will not allow us to get Jessie out of the simulator, she has to stay in until the end of the test."
Natasha: "Uhmm.. oh.. poor Jessie! Uhmm.. so.. what is the plan now, did you tell her what's going on and will she try to hold it until the end?"
Natasha's heart rate again jumped up a lot and she felt very horny thinking about poor Jessie with her ultra full bladder bursting to go, but trying to hold it for the sake of NASA.
Fiona: "Yes, this is exactly what we did. They also try to speed up the mission a bit to help Jessie. I talked to the physician, and she calculated that it might well be possible that Jessie can hold it, if her bladder is really as huge as we believe."
Natasha: "OK. Wow.. that's.. really a completely new scenario. So for us this is very good, now we do have more time to set up everything I guess?"
Fiona: "Yes. The test will minimum last for two more hours, probably rather two and a half or three."
Natasha: "OK. Great, then we have plenty of time, we will be ready. Haha Jessie by then also will be VERY ready, if she makes it to that point.."
Fiona: "Yes.. this will be rather crazy I guess. Jessie not peeing for over four hours after drinking that much.. I hope we manage a smooth transfer to your place for her super bursting bladder."
Natasha felt so very very horny thinking about Jessie with a massively bulging bladder arriving at their lab, for her epic next urination. She tried to stay calm and think professionally, but it was extremely hard, because the picture in her head was just too damn sexy.
Natasha: "Haha.. yes maybe we should set up an obstacle course for the last 10 meters to the lab to make it a bit more challenging?"
Fiona: "Haha sure.. OK. Then please continue to set up your test bench, and I'll keep you updated on how Jessie and her bladder are doing."
Natasha: "Great! OK, thanks for the update, and then I am looking forward to watch Jessie's next world record pee hopefully inside our lab!" |
The Jessie Lewis Situation - Part 5
It was now 281 minutes into the simulator test, i.e. 40 minutes after Jessie got full disclosure about the situation of her urine containment system, and nearly 2.5 hours after her epic piss. The crew of NGSS-1 had just completed the next successful maneuver on their simulated way to docking the ISS. The flight manager used the short 3 minutes break to ask Jessie again about the state of her bladder.
Flight manager: Very good job on your mission so far. Jessie, how are you feeling?
Jessie: Uhm.. I'm not gonna lie, I could use a tinkle.. My bladder seems to be filling rather quickly.
Flight manager: Understood. Thanks for the update. As we said, you can safely urinate anytime. It may be possible that your bladder stops filling so rapidly soon, because you reduced your liquid intake some time ago, but this is not guaranteed. If it becomes too unpleasant, then please just let go and urinate, it is more important that you finish the test successfully than that we get that data.
Jessie: Understood. I still think it might be possible, but I'm not hundred percent sure that I can make it.
Flight manager: Very good, once again thanks for your efforts!
Nathalie: Oh no, poor Jessie! Damn NASA with their diapers for tiny bladders..
Samantha: On the plus side, we might get to see our Jessie super goldenshower performance.
Jessie: Haha.. Yes I hope that in case that I cannot hold it I will not create too much "collateral damage".. I tend to pee rather forcefully as you could witness before, and god knows what happens when my science fiction diaper overflows or explodes..
Samantha: Haha yes we did indeed witness a rather powerful urination before.. But seriously, let's be clear: don't worry about this at all. If you have to go then you have to go. As the commander I give you permission to urinate whenever you want and as much and as powerful as you have to, no matter where your overflowing piss sprays or who gets splashed by your pee.
The rest of the crew agreed with this statement and confirmed that they had no problem with a situation where Jessie's pee would spray all across the spaceship simulator.
Nathalie: It would be an honor! Haha, and seriously, probably only Samantha will get wet, very very wet! [because Samantha was sitting directly next to Jessie]
Samantha: Ha don't underestimate Jessie's urinary capabilities! Jessie, I order you to aim for Nathalie in case that you cannot hold your pee pee!
Everybody was laughing again.
Samantha: No, probably Nathalie is right an I will get very wet, but this is totally fine. Maybe then I will overflow my diaper too, out of sympathy.
James: Wow, now does NASA have to deal with a second super pisser?
Samantha: Haha maybe? No, I'm certainly not on a Jessie Lewis peeing world champion level, but I did drank quite a lot before and during this test..
After this discussion, due to the shortened halts, the crew had to start with preparing for the next maneuver.
Meanwhile in the pisslab D4:
It was now 302 minutes into the simulator test. Natasha's team was nearly done with assembling the full setup. All structures were assembled and the devices in place, and they just plugged in the last cables to connect everything.
Natasha was in the process of setting up the software and configuring all the sensor devices. Already two hours ago, Natasha felt a minor need to pee. Due to the large amount of coffee that she had consumed earlier in the day but also during the last two hours, by now her bladder was getting really full. She did not really notice up to this point, because of the special situation and because she was busy with all the work. But now her bladder had reached a level where it was not possible to ignore anymore. However, she had a plan: to verify that the test bench worked correctly, they usually performed a test run, usually with her or Hailey taking a pee on the platform. Natasha was determined to hold it until the test run, and then to take a huge test pee herself. But prior to that she had to still install some software and calibrate some devices. She was slightly fidgety while performing these tasks, but now that her bladder was so full and the time for the test pee so close, she absolutely wanted to hold it until the test bench was ready.
Hailey: Wow this is a really stressful day.. It looks like we are well on track and the piss lab will be up and running to perfectly monitor Jessie's world record pee. At least in case that poor Jessie can hold her weewee for long enough.
Natasha [after checking the clock and calculating]: Yes, it looks like we are ready on time. I guess we have some time available to call Fiona, to see how Jessie is doing. Maybe she already flooded the simulator and all the stress was for nothing..
Hailey: Haha maybe. No, Jessie is a tough girl, I am sure that she will make it!
again Hailey: But before we ask mission control, let's please first finish the test bench. I have to pee since two hours, boy do I need to go, I am so ready for taking a nice test piss, I might break our record!
Natasha: Haha yes I feel the same, my bladder is also pretty full, and I was also looking forward to the test piss..
Hailey: Ah yes I can imagine, obviously you also did not have any time to pee until now. And sure, I don't mind, you can do the test piss.
Natasha: No no, it's fine! You can have the honor, and I am curious to find out if you can really break our record!
Hailey: Haha great! Yes I'll try my best! Then let's finish the setup quickly, such that I don't pee my pants and soil the holy floor of our piss lab!
Natasha: Haha! In that case I could step in as your backup!
Natasha was a bit disappointed that she could not herself do the test piss, but she thought that this also had some positive aspects: first of all, it was also very hot to watch desperate Hailey peeing on the test bench, and second she thought that she could hold her pee for some more time. She was looking forward to hold her pee until Jessie had done her epic world record piss. She thought that's probably the hottest thing in the world, to watch the super hot and absolutely bursting Jessie Lewis completely flood their test bench with the biggest urination ever while being really desperate herself..
The record that Hailey mentioned was an internal thing in between Hailey and Natasha. Obviously, NASA's high tech diaper generates telemetry data about it's state and usage (however, in the simulator as well as on the actual mission the data links to read out the data are so far not connected, this feature was just used for the development of the system). The highest ever recorded volume of urine that was released into one of NASA's high tech urinary containment systems in a single pee was done by Sophie Robinson, who voided 1185 ml in 43 seconds (obviously, not counting today's events, because Jessie's epic urination clearly had shattered this record). There were a couple of occasions for test or calibration pisses, where Hailey or Natasha emptied their bladders into one of NASA's high tech diapers. Hailey's record so far was at 785 ml, and Natasha's at 845 ml. However, they did not specifically hold their pee to try for a record, this was just the result of having really full bladders during a normal work day. Natasha for example knew from some of her own "experiments", that she could pee well over a liter if she really tried to hold it as long as possible.
It was now 306 minutes into the simulator test, about three hours after Jessie's epic urination. The crew of NGSS-1 had just completed the third last maneuver of their mission. They were already at 210 meters distance to the ISS in their simulated approach. Only one more maneuver to get to the last waypoint at 20 meters distance, and then after a six minutes hold, the final approach for docking. They were now in another short three minutes hold, before the start of the second last maneuver.
Flight director: Once again great job with the last maneuver! Before we discuss our favorite topic: any issues from anyone that are not related to Jessie's bladder?
All of the six crew members confirmed that everything was fine and that there were no problems.
Flight director: OK, great! Then Jessie, how are you feeling?
Jessie: uhm.. I really need to pee and I feel that my bladder is REALLY full, but so far it is manageable. I think I should be able to hold on for quite some time, but I cannot really guarantee it. Can you quickly outline the timeline for the rest of the mission?
Flight director: Thanks for the update Jessie, you are doing great! Yes, I have some good news for you. I negotiated with my boss that we can skip the simulated hard docking to the ISS and can end the simulation after successful soft docking, because of Jessie's situation. This will save us twelve minutes from the original timeline. With this, if everything goes right and we don't encounter any additional problems, the simulation will end in exactly 51 minutes. Jessie, if you can hold it until then, there will be about ten minutes to get you out of the simulator and undressed for the transport to the test bench, then about twelve minutes for the transfer to the test bench. When you arrive on the test bench, the scientists will adjust instruments and set you up for optimal monitoring for about three to five minutes, and then everything is ready for your urination. This means, if everything goes right, this will be in around 75 to 76 minutes.
Jessie: Great, thanks for the update and the good news! Then I will definitively try to hold my pee until then, I'm looking forward to flood their test bench in a very controlled lab setting! This sounds feasible, although I cannot promise anything and I will most likely be absolutely bursting at that point..
Flight director: Again, thanks for your superhuman efforts. And remember, if it gets to uncomfortable, then please just empty your bladder.
Nathalie: Never! Our super bladder Jessie is a big girl that can hold her pee until everything is ready!
Samantha: Yes, Jessie's bladder is unbeatable. You will manage this! Also, you are not even wiggling in your seat yet, I really think you can do this!
Jessie: Yes, I think it is possible. And yes, I will probably soon start to wiggle in my seat.. Relatively soon after that point I will enter uncharted territory, because I cannot remember any time before that I had to pee so bad. I think, that because of the size of my bladder I very rarely ended up in situations where I was really desperate..
Nathalie: I see, that makes sense. And yes, this is definitively uncharted territory, holding your pee for several hours after drinking five liters of fluids..
Samantha: Yes, and then when everything is ready, Jessie will pee like no one has ever peed before!
Jessie: Yeah.. let's see if that will work out. We still have one minute left, enough talk about peeing, any other topics?
Nathalie: No no, your next pee is really our favorite topic, we want to talk exclusively about this!
Pilot James: Yes it is really unlucky, the shiny perfect space toilet on the ISS is only about 200 meters away. But it will still take fifty minutes to get there..
Nathalie: Maybe Jessie is faster if she leaves our spacecraft and takes a spacewalk to get there?
Samantha: Let's see, if NASA's diapers cannot handle Jessie's "output", maybe she will also destroy the ISS toilet with her inhuman peeing?
The crew was in a good mood and everybody was laughing once again. Jessie, despite the fact that she was getting increasingly desperate, was in a good mood too, motivated to do everything possible to hold her pee until she was finally allowed to go, and still feeling really horny because of her weird NASA holding contest situation.
Then, they started to prepare for their second last maneuver. The maneuver was planned to take 26 minutes, for a careful approach to within 20 meters of the space station. During the maneuver, the spacecraft rotated towards the ISS, meaning that the ISS became clearly visible on the front view screen. Jessie could clearly see the destination of their journey, but it was approaching very slowly.
334 minutes into the simulation, i.e. after 23 minutes of their maneuver, an alarm went off. The booster that already had a problem with the sensors ealier, failed, i.e. the computer shut it down due to sensor readings that were too unreliable. This was not a very big problem, but it caused some delay and some consequences for the final approach. First of all, the crew had to work for five minutes to reconfigure the propulsion system. Then, the procedure was, that before approaching the last way point, they had to perform a small maneuver to verify that the spacecraft was still 100% controllable. This maneuver took another twelve minutes. During this test maneuver, Jessie's bladder had reached a fill level that she had never experienced before. She was now really desperate, and started to wiggle slightly with her right leg. She was still determined to hold on, but she was not sure for how much longer she could actually hold it. Clearly, seeing the ISS and their destined docking port that currently did not get any closer did not help.
352 minutes into the mission they finally had successfully verified controllability of their spacecraft and reached waypoint 2, i.e. the last hold before the final approach. On their schedule was a six minutes break before starting the docking procedure.
Flight director: Great job, you are nearly there! We will successfully end this test very soon! Jessie, we are really sorry for the delay, are you still holding your pee?
Jessie: Yes, I am. I am really desperate now and my bladder feels super full, but I think that if we hurry up then we can still make it.
Flight director: Great job, Jessie! We are nearly there!
So, I'll make it short, due to the booster shut down, the safety protocol does not allow that we use the automatic docking. James and Samantha, as you know, in this case you have to perform a computer-assisted manual docking, are you ready for this?
James: Yes, of course, from my side we can start right now, such that Jessie can make it in time.
Flight director: Very good, yes from our side you are clear to go. Samantha and James, please start with the maneuver any time you feel ready.
*psss* from Nathalie's seat's direction
*pssssss* from Samantha's seat's direction
Samantha: I'm basically ready, but, uhm, please give me one minute, uhm, with something..
*psss* from Nathalie's seat's direction
*PSSSHH* from Samantha's seat's direction
Nathalie: I don't dare to say what Samantha is currently doing..
*psss* from Nathalie's seat
*PSSSSHHHH* from Samantha's seat's direction
Samantha: I am so so sorry, but I really really have to empty my bladder before the docking procedure..
*psss* from Nathalie's seat
*PSSSSHHHH* from Samantha's seat's direction
Chris: Oh no!! Poor Jessie, this is really cruel..
*PSSSSSSSSHHHHHHH* from Nathalie's seat's direction
*PSSSSSHHHHH* from Samantha's seat's direction
Samantha: Nathalie, you are peeing too, aren't you?
*PSSSSSSSSHHHHHHH* from Nathalie's seat's direction
*PSSSSSHHHHH* from Samantha's seat's direction
Nathalie: I'm so sorry, I tried to pee quietly, but I couldn't, I have to go really really badly, too.. I peed the last time three hours ago, and tried to hold it until the end, but -ah- this did not work out..
*PSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHH* from Nathalie's seat's direction
*PSSSSSSHHHHH* from Samantha's seat's direction
Chris: Wow, you guys are really mean! Poor Jessie..
*PSSSSSSSHHHHHH* from Nathalie's seat's direction
*PSSSSHHHH* from Samantha's seat's direction
Nathalie: Remember, life is not fair.. ahh it feels sooo good.. Sorry Jessie!!..
*PSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHH* from Nathalie's seat's direction
*PSSSSHHHH* from Samantha's seat's direction
This situation was too much for all crew members. Nathalie and Samantha were about fifteen seconds into their perfectly synchronized pees. No one was saying anything, it was just the deafening silence of the simulator, broken only by the hissing of two massive pee streams gushing into NASA urinary containment systems.
Jessie was in slight disbelief about what was currently happening.. Relief for her ultra full super bladder got delayed, because the commander of the spacecraft had to take a pee break herself. Really unlucky. Up to this point, Jessie was still "only" wiggling with her right leg due to the desperation, but the sound of two girls pissing full stream into their urine containment systems directly next to her made her situation worse, and she started to also slightly wiggle with her upper body. On the plus side, for some reason listening to the two huge pees of her colleagues made her again a bit horny, thinking about the earth shattering piss that she would release soon..
Finally, James broke the silence.
James: I guess Jessie was not the only one bursting to pee.. Wow, how much are you girls peeing??
*PSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHH* from Nathalie's seat's direction
*PSSSSHHHH* from Samantha's seat's direction
Chris: Not Jessie levels I guess, but wow that must be a lot of pee..
*pssss* from Nathalie's seat's direction
*PSSSSHHHH* from Samantha's seat's direction
Nathalie: It is a lot.. but I am done now..
While Nathalie's huge pee stream ended after 32 seconds, the loud hissing emanating from Samantha's crotch continued.
*PSSSSHHHH* from Samantha's seat's direction
Samantha: Yes, it is a lot.. I am so so sorry, but I cannot stop, I still have to pee a lot more.. I kind of started to hold my pee too out of sympathy with poor Jessie, but this was a really stupid idea.
Nathalie: Please hurry up with peeing! Such that you can finally pilot poor bursting Jessie to her fancy super toilet!!
*PSSSSHHHH* from Samantha's seat's direction
Samantha: I am working on i..
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*..
*PSSSSHHHH*
Flight director: Wow.. we got an overflow warning from your urine disposal system, Samantha..
Samantha: ahhh.. then I'll try to stop p..
*BEEP* *BEEP*..
*psssss*
Flight director: Samantha, you don't have to stop urinating.. please continue to urinate for as long as you want, until you feel comfortable again..
Samantha didn't think twice and was really happy to hear this. She thought that she anyway was not able to stop her pee stream right now.
*PPSSSSHHHHHHHHH*
Samantha: OK, aahhh thanks.. I still have to go a lot more.. so what will happen when it overflows?
Flight director: Four overflow valves will open, and the excess pee will flow out of the system. Please just continue urinating, this will not cause any harm to anyone and remember, you have to perform the docking procedure afterwards.
*PPSSSSHHHHHHHHH*
The point of overflowing was reached now.. The overflow valves were connected to overflow valves in her space suit. All crew members turned their heads in disbelief towards what was happening to Samantha.
*PPSSSSHHHHHHHHH*
*pffftt*
Four thin streams of pee started to spray out at the front side of her suit, shooting about 50 centimeters into all directions away from her.. The thin pee streams hit Jessie (Jessie was sitting directly next to Samantha), and also Nathalie (she was sitting on the opposite side of Jessie, but at a slightly larger distance).
*PPSSSSHHHHHHHHH*
*pffftt*
Samantha: What the fuck!!
Jessie: Whoa..
Nathalie: Uhmm..
James: Huh??..
*PPSSSSHHHHHHHHH*
*pffftt*
As a consequence of this really strange behavior of the urinary containment system overflow mechanism, once again everybody burst into laughter.. Even Jessie was laughing, and it made her desperation for the moment a lot worse and she nearly lost control over her bladder.
Nathalie: Samantha is not only our commander, but also our water sprinkler! How convenient!
*PPSSSSHHHHHHHHH*
*pffftt*
Samantha: Oh my god.. I am so so sorry.. I am nearly empty..
Chris: Uhm.. I'd say you are rather overflowing and not empty at all?..
*PPSSSSHHHHHHHHH*
*pffftt*
Samantha: OK, then I am soon done with overflowing..
*PPSSSSHHHHHHHHH*
*pffftt*
James: Wow Samantha, you turned into a really impressive water feature! It seems that you also drank way to much on the way here?
*PPSSHHHHHH*
*pfft*
Samantha: Yes.. I don't know why, but somehow I felt nervous today about the whole situation, and felt really thirsty all the time..
*ppss*
*pfft*
After 58 seconds of peeing, Samantha was finally done. The thin pee streams from the overpressure valves continued to spray out, but with slightly reduced pressure.
Samantha: What is going on? I stopped peeing, but I am still spraying pee into all directions?
Flight control: Yes, this is expected behavior of the system. It will stop in a few seconds..
*pfft*
Nathalie: Wow, this was a surprise! What a crazy day!! Now it seems we did get our goldenshower in the end!
*pfft*
Everyone was still in shock about the whole situation. Slowly, the overpressure valve pee streams got weaker. Nathalie's legs were completely sprayed by Samantha's pee, and Jessie's space suit up to her breast was covered in pee that got ejected by Samantha's overflow system. As a consequence of her colleague's massive urinations, Jessie's situation had gotten clearly worse, now she was really desperate, wiggling her body around to keep control.
Samantha: Jessie, I am so so sorry.. for everything..
Nathalie: Jessie, how are you doing? How do you feel, do you think you can still make it?
Jessie: Uhm.. I don't really want to talk about it right now, can we please try to get out of this simulator as soon as possible? I really really need to pee, and I don't want to imagine what will happen if I lose it in here..
Nathalie: Yes that makes sense, if Samantha turns into a water sprinkler, then I also don't want to imagine what you will turn into..
James: Yes, I agree. If all crew members without inhumanly large bladders are relieved, then we should proceed with the docking maneuver as soon as possible.
Samantha: Yes! Let's bring Jessie to the ISS as soon as possible, such that she can have her world record pee!
James and Samantha started to initiate the docking maneuver. However, due to the failed booster, they could for safety reasons use only very small accelerations to move the spacecraft towards the docking port of the ISS. Jessie had regained full control over her bladder and her situation had improved a tiny little bit. She was still wiggling in her seat, but she felt confident that she could hold it for the remaining time. The test bench was now so close, that she was determined to hold her epic amount of piss until she was there. When Jessie was laughing due to the fact that Samantha had turned into a water sprinkler, she considered for a moment to let go as well. In that moment, she thought that if she'd start to pee like crazy and spraying piss all across the spacecraft simulator, this would also be incredibly hot in some sense, but she decided against it, she still preferred to go on the test bench. Now, during the computer guided docking maneuver, she was also afraid that it could actually threaten the mission success if she lost it, because it could distract James and Samantha to much from their task of docking the spacecraft.
The next 20 minutes were really really tough for Jessie. The ISS was clearly visible and really close, but their spacecraft approached it at an incredibly slow speed. Soon, Jessie was again close to the point of losing it. 10 minutes into the docking maneuver, she started to breath heavily, and started to wiggle more intensely in her seat. While James and Samantha were focused on their task, this was not unobserved by the other crew members.
Nathalie: Hey Jessie! I'm sure you can make it! We are now 4 meters away from out destination, you can hold it until we get there!
Jessie: Oohh.. uh.. yes I can hold on.. But it is really painful to see it approaching sooo slowly.
James: Yes, we are really really slow with this maneuver, but we will get you there! Stay strong!
The cheering up of her colleagues helped Jessie for the moment. They were right, it was only a couple of more minutes until everything was over, she knew that she could do it!
Meanwhile, in the simulator center outside of the spacecraft simulator, suit technician Fiona and physician Joana had prepared everything for a quick transport of the by now super desperate Jessie to the test bench in lab D4. To ensure the fastest and most comfortable transport for the drive to Natasha's lab they had organized an ambulance from the Cape Canaveral medical center. In there, Jessie would be able to either sit or stand or lie down, depending on what was most comfortable for her. In preparation for the transport, Joana had also put an ultrasound device that could measure the volume inside Jessie's bladder, to get the data to help with the required redesign of her urinary containment system.
It was now 371 minutes into the mission, and Jessie and her simulated spacecraft were only at one meter distance to the simulated ISS, so it was only a matter of minutes until Jessie could leave the simulator.. |
The Jessie Lewis Situation - Part 6
Meanwhile, in Natasha's lab D4 things initially did not go as smoothly as anticipated. It was 311 minutes into the mission, i.e. still about 40 minutes before the earliest possible arrival of Jessie.
The very last step for setting up the software system of the urine containment system test bench was to connect the sensor group G2, responsible for measuring surface temperature.
Natasha: Hmm.. Somehow I cannot connect to the infrared sensors. Anyone has an idea what could be wrong?
Hayley: Hmm.. I remember that we had this problem before. I will check in our documentation if someone wrote something about fixing this problem.
Four minutes later, she had indeed found a problem that they had encountered before with these sensors. Apparently, the proprietary connection cable was prone to breaking.
Natasha: Fuck, now things might get stressful again if we have to scramble for a fucking replacement cable?
Hayley: Hmm yes.. hmm.. At least it seems, we do have replacement cables in our storage at SLA-442-C.. Ha, at least we are really well organized!
Natasha: Hm OK, that's at least something. Hmm it might still get really tight.. With driving there, and with NASA bureaucracy to access the storage locations, it will take 20 to 30 minutes until I am back to get them.
Hayley: Yes, but I guess we cannot do anything about this. This is a really powerful and complicated technical system, sometimes things don't go as expected.
Natasha: True.. OK I'll run to get these damn cables, I'll be back as fast as possible. Can you prepare everything else, such that we can start with our test procedures as soon as possible after I return?
Hayley: Sure, everything will be ready to go, and I will be full to the brim and ready to go as well, to contribute my.. uhm.. inputs for the test procedure.
[as described earlier, both Hayley and Natasha had no time for a bathroom break for the last couple of hours, and both are desperate to pee]
Natasha: Yes, very good. And fuck yes.. I also have to piss rather sooner than later..
Natasha left the piss lab and went to her car, while Hayley started to double check all the parts of the test platform.
It took Natasha about eight minutes to drive to the storage building. She used the time to call Fiona to get an update on Jessie's situation in the simulator.
Fiona: Hi Natasha, how is it going?
Natasha: Hi Fiona, we encountered a minor problem but we should have the system ready at latest in about forty minutes or so. How is the test mission going and how is Jessie's super bladder holding up?
Fiona: Wow, this is great to hear that you will be ready soon. Jessie is doing great, we just talked to her a couple of minutes ago, and she thinks that she might be able to make it and will try to hold it for your experiment.
Natasha: Wow, Jessie is really amazing. In case that she can really hold it, when can we expect Jessie in our lab for our little pee pee experiment?
Fiona: So, for the best case scenario she will be there in around 65 minutes. However, they might encounter additional delays due to simulated problems with the spacecraft.
Natasha: OK, thanks for the update, then we should easily have enough time. The test platform is ready, except for one small technical problem that we are currently trying to resolve, and for a test run to ensure that the system is working as expected.
Fiona: Great. Haha, test run sounds great, then I wish you good luck with that!
Natasha: Haha, yes we have to make sure that the systems are working correctly for Jessie's very special urination..
Fiona: Sure, thanks for your update as well, then let's see if this will really work out!
Natasha arrived at the building containing their storage site. Getting access to their storage went smoothly, and Natasha quickly found the necessary replacement cables for the sensor. It was 327 minutes into the mission when Natasha arrived at her car to drive back to the piss lab. She drove as fast as possible, and a couple of minutes later she was back and with the cables in her hand running from the parking lot to her lab.
Meanwhile, Hailey did double-check all of the other technical systems and sensors of the test bench. Everything seemed to be prepared for the most epic urination in human history. In this moment Natasha entered the door.
Natasha: So how is the situation? I got us some cables, let's hope that they work!
Hailey: Great! Yes I double-checked all other systems, everything is good to go!
They installed the replacement cables and after this the full system was up and running. Now the only thing that was missing according to their procedures was a full-scale test of the system.
Natasha: Great, everything's ready! I guess you are very ready to go, too?
Hailey: Haha yes I am really really bursting to go.. But you must be bursting too, right? So as I said before, if you want to have the honor, you can do the test run.
Natasha: Haha yes I am bursting, too, but it is fine if you do it. Let's get you diapered up!
Natasha could feel her excitement rise again massively. For the last hours she was occupied all the time with preparing everything for the upcoming moments. But now that everything was ready, she had time to think about the incredible near and mid-term future. The thought of examining Jessie's incredible urinary capabilities and working towards finding solutions to improve space urination systems to cope with Jessie's "output" was just too good! All of these thoughts made her really excited and wet again, she could feel her heart beating from excitement and anticipation. Also the immediate future was super exciting. Now she would first witness the very attractive Hailey relieving her very full bladder on their test bench, and then, if everything went well, she would witness the very sexy astronaut Jessie Lewis taking the biggest piss of all time on their test bench. All of this while she was holding a very full bladder herself, a feeling that she was really enjoying at the moment.
Natasha and Hailey proceeded with preparing Hailey for her test urination. They together went to fetch one of their development urine containment systems. They grabbed one in the right size for Hailey.
Hailey: Wow, it was really a long time ago that we used these ourselves!..
Natasha: Haha yes.. However, we had quite a lot of astronauts taking quite a lot of pees into them over the last two years.. I am really quite proud of the system that we developed, it was working super reliably so far, but now for Jessie it seems that we have to rethink..
Hailey: Yes..
Natasha: Do you remember how to put this thing on?
Hailey: Yes I think I can still do this, it is not very complicated.. I also am proud of being part of the team that developed this system, it is a really clever design.. I'll be right back.
Hailey went to a small room next to the D4 lab that was used to store equipment, to mount the urine containment system. In the meantime Natasha called Fiona to get an update of Jessie's situation and the upcoming schedule. It was now 346 minutes into the mission.
Fiona: "Hi Natasha!"
Natasha: "Hi Fiona! I just wanted to inform you that we are basically ready here. How is Jessie doing, and how is the schedule?"
Fiona: "Wow that's great to hear! Jessie is still doing fine! So there are some minor delays, according to the current schedule, Jessie will be in - uhm.. let me quickly check.. uhm.. in around 40 minutes in your lab."
Natasha: "OK thanks for the information, that's great, then we have time for a quick full-scale test of the system."
Fiona: "Sounds great! Uhm.. uh.. just out of curiosity, so for this, you.. uhm.. you.."
Natasha: "Haha yes exactly, this is what we do.. I'll explain you at some point in detail how this works when we have more time!"
Fiona: "Haha OK. By the way, just as a quick info, there happened another little uhm.. hmm.. let's say - "urination system related accident" in the simulator, I'll also explain you the details later when we have more time."
Natasha: "Uhm.. ok, whatever that means?.. OK, then thanks for the update, and see you soon, hopefully for witnessing the peeing world record!"
Fiona: "Haha yes, looking forward to that! Thanks for all your efforts, and see you soon!"
Meanwhile, Hailey had successfully replaced her pants and underwear with a NASA high tech diaper that she co-developed. She returned into the lab D4, from the waist downwards only wearing her high tech urine containment system.
Natasha (jokingly): Haha great, wow like two years ago, you still look very sexy in that! Then let's get you connected to the system, such that you don't pee yourself prematurely!
Hailey: Haha thanks! And yes I hope I can hold it until we are ready!.. I am really really full to the brim..
Hailey started to make some typical "holding her pee" moves with putting her hands into her crotch (i.e. over her high-tech diaper) while shifting her body from side to side. She did this partially for fun, and partially because she was really feeling a strong need to pee by now.
Natasha: Oh wow.. yes I'll hurry up and let's hope that you can make it! Haha just don't think about poor Jessie who is holding probably much more than both of our bladders combined!..
Hailey: Haha yes poor Jessie.. And yes I am sure that I can hold it until we are ready.
Natasha: Great. And by the way, Jessie will be hear in about forty minutes, so we have enough time for this test run.
Hailey: Great! Nice, then it is time for me to set a new record, really looking forward to that!
Hailey walked up the three steps to reach the main platform of their test bench. Then, she connected the data link cable to her urine containment system. The cable would transmit telemetry data of the system.
Hailey [jokingly]: So, hurry up! I am ready to go and have some urgent business to do!
Natasha: Haha great! Please hold it for one more minute such that I can calibrate the sensors. You pee in a standing position as always, right?
Hailey: Haha sure! Always standing!
Both started to laugh, thinking about a funny pee-related episode that the two women shared. Two years ago, when they were first discussing this topic, Hailey was pointing out that she could pee "like a man", meaning that she was able to pee forwards in a standing position. Natasha very happily remembered the moment when Hailey once demonstrated this in her presence. Hailey also offered to teach Natasha how to do this, and back then Natasha happily agreed, however this never happened so far.
Natasha: Great! Haha you still once have to teach me how to do this!
Hailey: Sure! Haha maybe I should also teach Jessie how to do this, then she can join the fire brigade!
Natasha: Haha absolutely!.. Or.. the next time she sees snow she can.. uhm.. start writing and editing poems in the snow for example!..
Both women were laughing, and Natasha in addition was really horny dreaming about Jessie aiming her massive and never ending pee stream in a well controlled manner writing all kinds of naughty things into the snow.
Natasha: ..however, maybe Jessie already knows how to do this?
Hailey: Haha yes, maybe..
Then Natasha refocussed on configuring and calibrating the instruments of the test bench. It took her about five minutes to do this, because the last time she did this was long time ago. In the meantime, Hailey was standing on top of the test bench with her very full bladder, ready to go, just waiting for Natasha to complete the configuration of the system.
Natasha: So.. finally everything is set up!
Hailey: Finally! I'm about to pee myself!..
Natasha: Sorry that it took so long, good that I practiced, for Jessie it will be much quicker.
Hailey: Yes, that's very good. I guess the time for Jessie waiting here will be pure torture..
Natasha: Yes, absolutely.. The good thing is, also in the case that she cannot hold it and will start peeing too soon while on the test bench, we will still get a lot of data data, actually all data, just not in the most optimal way.
Hailey: Sure, if she somehow can make it to the test bench then we will get our valuable data.
Natasha: OK.. So.. Then I guess it is finally time to restart full-scale NASA urine containment system testing!
Hailey: Yes, absolutely!
Natasha: So, then - the stage is yours.. Please show me what you've got! Time for your attempt to break the record!
[As a quick reminder, for details please check the last chapter: the two scientists always recorded the volumes that they managed to release during full-scale tests of the system. Natasha was currently holding the record with 910 ml of voided urine.]
Hailey: Haha YES!
Hailey: [jokingly] Please watch closely! Now I'll show you how to REALLY pee!
Natasha: Haha great! Sure I will watch closely!
(of course Natasha really watched closely when the very attractive Hailey emptied her bladder, and not only for "scientific" reasons..)
Then it was quiet and Hailey focussed on starting to urinate. After about ten seconds, Hailey began to empty her very full bladder into her NASA high tech urine containment system that she was wearing while standing on top of their test bench. Hailey was standing confidently with the hands in her hips, standing very slightly on her toe tips. She was peeing exactly like when she was peeing "regularly" forward in standing position (i.e. like a boy), except for her hands that were in her hips instead of aiming her pee stream.
*PSSSSSS* (from Hailey's urinary containment system)
From the sound it was clear that Hailey was starting to urinate with a decent flow rate into her high tech diaper.
Hailey: "Ahhhh..."
*PSSSHHHHHHHH*
Hailey: "Aahh soo good.. I really really needed that.."
*PPSSSHHHHHHHHH*
While Hailey was very happy about finally being able to relieve herself, Natasha was pretty much in heaven observing the action. She was very excited to watch this very attractive girl finally peeing after holding a very full bladder for a long time. In addition to just watching Hailey peeing on the test bench, she had also access to live telemetry data from Hailey's high tech diaper.
*PPSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*
From the gushing sound and from the telemetry data Natasha could observe that after starting with a decent outflow rate, Hailey's flow rate had reached a level that they had rarely observed during test urinations.
Natasha: Wow! I can see that! You are peeing nearly 50ml per second! I think you just beat the record for flow rate!
Hailey: Haha aaaahhh!!... Wow, I can tell you it feels really great!
Natasha: Haha I believe you!
*PSSSSSSSSHHH*
After the initial gushing out of pee, Hailey's stream normalized a bit, and Natasha could observe that Hailey's flow rate stabilized at around 25 ml per second.
*PSSSSSSSSHHH*
Natasha: You peed 450 ml so far! Keep going!
*PSSSSSSHHH*
Hailey: Will do! Wow I feel like I have a lot more! AAahh... Heaven!..
*PSSSSSSHHH*
Natasha: Haha very good, I see you are really enjoying yourself there! Go for the record, you can do it!
*PSSSSSsss*
Hailey's stream continued to slow down a bit, but she was still peeing a relatively strong stream at around 20 ml per second.
*PSSSSSsss*
Natasha: 600 ml! Keep going!
*PSSSss*
Hailey: Sure! There's still a lot of pee left!
Natasha: Haha! So you think you can break my record?
Hailey: Haha sure! [jokingly] Watch and learn!
*PSSSss*
Natasha: Haha, I see you are really confident!
Hailey: Sure!
Natasha observed, that Hailey's stream had further slowed down. She was thinking that maybe Hailey's bladder was drained soon and that her record might stay untouched.
Natasha: 750 ml! Keep going!
Hailey: Sure.. Haha..
Suddenly the gushing sound from Hailey's urinary containment system increased massively.
*PPSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*
Hailey: Aahhhhh!!.... [again expressing ecstatic relief]
Natasha: Whoa!! You are really going for it!
*PPSSSHHHHHHHHH*
Hailey continued to blast out pee into her high tech diaper.
Hailey: Yessss!! Just heaven! I told you I have a lot more!
*PPSSSHHHHH*
Hailey: Going.
*PPSSSSSSHHHHHHH*
Hailey: For.
*PPSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHH*
Hailey: The.
*ppppsssss*
Hailey: Record!
*pppsss*
Natasha: WOW!! You really did it! You are at 950 ml!!
*PPPPSSSHHH*
Hailey: Still going!
*pppssss*
Natasha watched in slight disbelief how the measured volume of released urine crossed the 1000 ml mark.
*pppsss*
Natasha: Whoa.. you just pissed over a liter!
*pppsss*
Hailey: Phewww!!!! But now I am nearly done!
*pppssssssss*
Hailey: Ahhhh!!!! I'm done! Wow I really really needed that! Haha I told you I would break the record!
Natasha: Wow! 1045 ml, you did not only break the record, you absolutely shattered it! Congratulations!
Hailey: Thanks!.. ahh so good.. Haha and thanks for letting me do the test pee! Probably your bladder is as full as mine was and you could just go for breaking the record again right now!
Natasha: Haha I think it was good that you could pee now, judging by this huge amount.. You are right, my bladder is also very full, but I don't think it is that super full.. The most important thing is, that all of the systems are working as they should, we made it! Everything is ready for Jessie's super pee show!
Hailey: Very good! Yes I am really looking forward to our astronaut with her ultra-full super bladder to show us how to REALLY pee!
Natasha: Haha yes.. and on the downside also to illustrate us that the urine containment systems that we developed only work for astronauts with tiny bladders..
Hailey: Yes.. regular astronauts with their tiny bladders..
Natasha was still slightly in shock because of Hailey's massive piss. She was amazed and really surprised that Hailey could hold that much pee without showing any obvious signs of desperation. She remembered that she herself was really desperate and at the "slightly wiggling" stage when she did her 910 ml test piss, and she considered herself as having a rather large bladder.
Learning about Hailey's amazing bladder control made her super horny. And obviously, if everything went right, then this was just a very sexy prequel to the epic peeing show that would take place in a couple of minutes..
Edited August 29, 2022 by HitEmAll
Fixing mistake, thanks @Infinity_Hold!
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The Jessie Lewis Situation - Part 7
It was now 372 minutes into the mission, and Jessie was heavily breathing and clearly wiggling in her seat. She observed on the front camera screen how the spacecraft perfectly slid into the port of the space station. Perfectly, but at a very very low speed.
Samantha: 50 cm, trajectory good
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Samantha: 20 cm, we are nearly there..
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Finally, the crew felt a very light simulated bump, indicating that they had reached their destination and successfully docked with the ISS.
Samantha: "Contact"
No one said anything, everybody was waiting for the spacecraft to indicate that the soft dock was successful.
Finally, the spacecraft instruments indicated the soft dock.
Samantha: Docking successful!
All of the crew cheered.
Flight director: Great job! Congratulations!
Natasha: What a crazy mission.. Please keep your seatbelt fastened until Jessie has left the spacecraft!
Flight director: Yes, simulation is over, you passed everything. Jessie, do you think you can hold it for another 15 minutes?
Jessie: I will try.. I am really really bursting at this point, so can we please hurry up?
Flight director: Great, and yes absolutely. We will send in Fiona and Joana to help you get out of your seat, and then we will transport you to the test platform. And as Natasha said, for the others, please keep your position until Jessie is out of the simulator.
Doors of the simulator opened, and Fiona and Joanna entered the simulator, to try to help poor Jessie with her super full bladder out of her seat.
Fiona: You are doing great! Let's see if we will make it!
Everything was really wet due to Samantha's earlier overflowing of her urinary containment system and there was a large puddle of pee on the floor. Fiona and Joana resisted to mention it or to make comments about it, because both thought, that Jessie probably did not want to hear about anything related to peeing at the moment.
Fiona: OK Jessie, let's get you out of that seat!
Fiona unbuckled the seatbelts and helped Jessie to get up.
Fiona: Great! How are you feeling?
Jessie was standing on her own feet and dancing a little by slightly wiggling with her whole body.
Jessie: Very very desperate.. But I think if we hurry up we can make it..
Fiona: Great! Yes we try to hurry up!
Jessie, Fiona and Joanna left the simulator, while the rest of the crew was cheering for Jessie:
Samantha: Jessie! We know you can do it!!
Nathalie: Jessie! You can do this. Make us proud!
Jessie, Samantha and Fiona arrived in the dress up room. The plan was to undress Jessie down to her underwear / urine containment system for the transport to the lab D4, to minimize the efforts required by Jessie.
Joanna: Do you think you can sit down without peeing yourself, such that we can remove your suit?
Jessie: Yes, I'll try my best.
Jessie sat down and took off the helmet of her space suite, while Fiona removed first the lower part of Jessie's space suit, revealing her already significantly filled urinary containment system (however this was not at all visible from the outside).
Fiona: Great, the most difficult part is done!
Fiona then helped Jessie out of the upper part of her space suit. Jessie was wiggling around during this. Jessie's massively bulging bladder became visible, and both Fiona and Joanna stared in disbelief, but did not say anything.
Fiona then helped Jessie to get in her normal shoes, and then Jessie was ready for the transport.
Fiona: Great, let's go!
They helped Jessie up. Now Jessie was as desperate as never before. While standing, she wiggled fast left and right with small steps. For a moment, Fiona and Joanna thought that Jessie would start peeing immediately. But Jessie was still determined to make it to the lab.
Jessie: Ahhh fuck fuck fuck.. Let's go fast please!! I really need to go..
Fiona: Yes, let's go!
And Fiona led the way to the exit where an ambulance was waiting to transfer Jessie to the Lab D4 site.
They made it to the exit and left the building.
Joanna: See, we prepared a fast transport for you!
Jessie: Wow great, yes we really have an emergency here..
Fiona: Sure.
Fiona helped Jessie to enter the ambulance, they closed the door, and the ambulance left with turned on emergency light.
Joanna: Jessie, do you prefer standing, sitting, lying?
Jessie: Hmm.. I think standing is the best for the moment.
Jessie was stepping from one foot to the other.
Fiona: We are reallly close now.. In a couple of minutes you can finally go.
Jessie: Yes, really looking forward to that!
Joanna: I will do a quick ultrasound scan of your bladder, ok?
Jessie: Sure..
Joanna: I'll try to not put too much additional pressure on your bladder..
Joanna shifted Jessie's undershirt a little bit up to fully reveal her bladder. She then put some gel on Jessie's incredibly bloated belly and moved the sensor of the ultrasound device over it. The device had some trouble computing the volume, but it finally reported a value in between 2.5 and 2.6 liter.
Joanna: Wooahh.. Good girl! Over 2.5 liter, this is incredible! You really know how to keep it tight down there!..
Jessie: Haha.. for the moment, but this can change really soon.
Another wave of desperation struck Jessie, and she was again doing fast small movements with her complete body.
Fiona: You can do it Jessie, come on!
Jessie: Yes, yes, it should work.. but I am really really looking forward to finally going to the bathroom.. or rather to go in your science fiction NASA pee research facility..
Fiona: Yes. So to make things as efficient as possible, I'll quickly run you through the procedure to prepare you for your science fiction pee.
Jessie: Sure.
Fiona got an instruction about the specific procedure by Natasha before the end of Jessie's docking training mission.
Fiona: So once we are in the lab, it will take very little time. We will bring you straight to the test platform. Then the team will connect a datalink to your urine containment system, this will take just a few seconds. Then, in the best case you manage to hold your pee for another two minutes, while the team is calibrating the sensors to your specific body dimensions. Then you can finally relieve yourself.
Jessie: Sounds great. Cannot wait for this. By the way can you explain what will happen when my diaper explodes? Will I also turn into a water sprinkler like Samantha?
Fiona: Thanks, good question! And no, you will not turn into a water sprinkler. The overpressure valve system is only active while you are inside the simulator, it is deactivated by now. It will be not that spectacular, the system will start to leak when you are urinating and overflowing, somewhat similar to what would happen to a normal diaper.
Jessie: Ok, interesting! I literally never in my life peed myself, so this will be a first, really looking forward to this experience haha!..
For the moment Jessie was pretty happy, she felt like her bladder situation currently was under control, and she was not having anything like bladder spasms but just feeling very very full.
Fiona: Haha, this will be a fancy way of having your first "accident"!
Jessie: Haha! Yes, and it will only be an "accident" because NASA so far had only tiny-bladdered astronauts!
Fiona: Yes you are right, you definitively keep your "zero accidents" record. This is a science experiment and not an accident.
Jessie: Yes.. at least if I can keep it in for the next couple of minutes..
Fiona: Yes! So.. there is one last question about your pee.. Do you think I can ask you about a very pee-specific thing without you peeing yourself immediately?
Jessie: Uhm.. huh? I don't understand what you mean? But I think just go ahead, for the moment I feel like I have things somewhat under control.
Jessie was still in a standing position and constantly shifting her body in relatively fast pace from left to right, at the same time she was wiggling with her right leg.
Fiona: So.. you can choose the position in which you want to urinate.. Do you have some preference for this?
Jessie: Ooohh.. wow now I understand what you meant, ok I'm definitively a bit closer to peeing myself right now.. Oooh...
For the moment, Jessie's wiggling behavior changed and intensified, and she stopped shifting her body weight from left to right and started to shake up and down with her whole body.
Fiona: I am really sorry about this.. But we have to set up the test system accordingly.
Jessie: OOhh... aahh... Ok... ok.. I think I have it again under control.. Uhmm.. I'll piss in any position, but what are the options?
Fiona: Easiest would be if you go just standing straight-up, or in a high-squat position. But you could also squat down or we could also set up something to sit on, if you prefer?
Jessie: I think standing will work just fine. So for the unrealistic case that I could not start peeing in that position, could we still change this?
Fiona: Yes, of course. Once you are on the test bench you can pee in any way you want, this is mainly for helping you to go as easily as possible..
Jessie: Haha, great!.. Yes, and I guess the 2.6 liters of pee in my bladder will also help me to go!
Fiona: Haha sure.. let's hope that we can get there quickly such that you can do your NASA certified world record pee!..
Jessie: Yes I am really looking forward to that!
Fiona: Great! I'll quickly call our colleagues to tell them that we are there soon!
While Fiona was calling Natasha to announce that they were on their way, Joanna had an idea on how to distract Jessie a little bit from her need to pee. Joanna witnessed how Jessie took her first massive pee inside the simulator (because she watched footage that was recorded in the simulator before), and from that she clearly got the impression that Jessie was really proud of her incredible peeing abilities. She thought, asking Jessie about her bladder might possibly distract her very well from her current need to pee.
Joanna: So Jessie, you literally have by very very far the biggest bladder that I have ever seen!
Jessie: Haha that's great to hear! Yes I know that it is huge, and I always noticed that I could pee much much more than anyone else around me.
Joanna could see that Jessie was really excited talking about this topic, so she thought that her somewhat counter-intuitive strategy was working and continued with the topic.
Joanna: So, you always knew that you had a very large bladder?
Jessie: Yes, as long as I remember I was always the one that never had to pee and could pee forever.
Joanna: So that means your friends also knew about your large bladder?
Jessie: Yes.. I did not really hide it, and sometimes I had to pee when others were around, and then I just went.. as you can imagine, usually I went a lot..
Joanna was really happy with how well her strategy of distracting Jessie was working. For the moment, Jessie nearly stopped wiggling around, and she was clearly enjoying talking about her pee experiences. Thererore, Joanna continued:
Joanna: Haha yes I can imagine that you made quite some impression on people that witnessed you peeing.. So did you ever have reactions from other people that were really shocked by the amount you peed?
Jessie: Haha, like today, when everyone at NASA was really shocked?
Joanna: Haha yes exactly, like this?
Jessie: Yes, a couple of times.. Hmm.. however, usually I pee before I am really desperate, so I pee a really huge amount, but not a completely inhuman amount. However, there were occasions where I really had to go haha!.. Then people were also really really shocked..
Joanna: Haha so how did people then react?
Jessie: Haha so there is actually one story that I like to remember.. I ended up in kind of a peeing competition, by pure coincidence and while having a really full bladder..
Joanna: Haha wow, I guess this was a quite traumatic experience for your competitors..
Jessie: Yes, absolutely.. So, at the time I was working at MIT, and a colleague just turned 21, so she was officially allowed to drink.. With a couple of friends (some that I knew better, some I did not know very well) we were celebrating her birthday with a rather wild tour through a couple of bars.. I was drinking beer all night long, and I did not visit any restrooms all night. At some point when we were pretty drunk, I left the last bar together with a group of about seven other girls. We were all heading in the same direction. Because it was summer and a really nice night, we decided to walk home instead of taking a cab. I was kind of surprised by this decision, and I kind of regretted not emptying my bladder before leaving, but it was too late. However, after walking for about twenty minutes it became obvious that some of the other girls were obviously in a similar situation as myself..
Joanna: And then you all found a place to pee together?
Jessie: Yes, or rather, two of the girls started to brag about their large and super full bladders, and then group dynamics led to a peeing competition.
Joanna: And you were ready to go with your really full inhuman sized bladder?
Jessie: Exactly, some of the other girls also peed a lot, but still I showed them what a really large bladder can do.
Joanna: I can imagine! Haha I would have loved to witness that! From a medical perspective!
Jessie: Haha.. I guess you will witness something similar today..
Joanna: Yes, this is true.
In the meantime, Fiona had called Hailey:
Hailey: Hi Fiona!
Fiona: Hi Hailey, we are on our way, and we will bring our very full test subject in about five minutes.
Hailey: Great! Thanks for the information, we will prepare everything here and make sure that Jessie has a smooth last couple of minutes of her experiment.
Fiona: Jessie said that she will try to go in standing position. But of course things might change.
Hailey: OK very good, thanks for the information, we will prepare accordingly.
Fiona: OK great, then see you very soon for the big show!
Hailey: Sure! I hope our test subject will manage to compose herself for the last couple of minutes!
Fiona: Yes, I hope so too!
In this moment, the car left the street that they were driving on, an turned into a smaller street, leading to the access point to the lab building where they were instructed to go. While Natasha would stay in the lab, Hailey would meet their guests at one of the access points of the building. Two other co-workers were positioned on the way from the building access to the test bench in lab D4, to ensure that the path was clear and that the elevator was ready when Jessie was arriving.
Joanna: Jessie you are doing great! We are nearly there!
Jessie: Haha yes I hope that nothing goes wrong on the last meters!
The ambulance took the last turn to reach the access point. It stopped directly in front of Hailey.
Joanna: Great, then let's get you safely on the test bench!
Jessie: Yes, but let's move fast, please!
Joanna: Sure!
They opened the doors and the super desperate Jessie stepped out of the car.
Hailey: Hello Jessie! Great that you could make it! Now we will be there in a second!
Jessie: Hello! Great! But can we walk fast, please?!
Hailey: Sure, follow me!
Hailey had seen Jessie's bulging bladder and could not really believe her eyes.
The group of women entered the building and walked quickly towards the elevator. Jessie was breathing rather heavily because she was focussing so much on holding her pee. It was a pretty spectacular situation that had never happened before in any NASA building: in front, NASA engineer Dr. Hailey Johnson, behind that in the middle NASA astronaut Dr. Jessie Lewis, dressed only with a urine containment system and a shirt and presenting an incredibly bulging bladder, next to Jessie on either side NASA suit technician Fiona Smith and NASA doctor Dr. Joanna Meyers.
Hailey: Only a couple of more meters, we are nearly there!
Jessie: Great!
The group entered the elevator to get up to the lab D4. A very desperate Jessie kept walking inside the elevator, while wiggling with her whole body from side to side.
Joanna: Jessie, you can do it!
Jessie: Aahh.. yess, but let's please hurry up!
The elevator doors closed, and a couple of seconds later the doors opened again, just next to the piss lab D4.
Hailey jumped out of the elevator and showed the way to their lab. The whole group was walking at a fast pace, Jessie was still breathing heavily and wiggling with her whole body.
Hailey: Jessie, we are here!
Jessie: Wow, cool! So how does this work?
Hailey ran to their urine containment system test bench, and explained that Jessie should step up the three steps to reach the platform.
Hailey: Here, Jessie! Please step on top of this!
Jessie: Wow, this is how my science fiction bathroom looks? Really cool!
Jessie stepped on top of the platform. Hailey followed her to immediately connect Jessie's already very full urinary containment system to the datalink cable that could transmit telemetry data.
Hailey: Please excuse me, I'll connect you to our systems!
Jessie: Uhm.. ok..
Jessie currently was only wiggling slightly with her body, and seemed to be somewhat in control of her bladder for the moment. For Hailey it was no problem to plug in the data link cable.
Natasha had already started with the final configuration of the instruments, now that Jessie had reached the test bench. Natasha did not yet talk to Jessie. When Jessie and her entourage entered her lab, Natasha of course immediately noticed the incredible bulge in Jessie's abdomen. Natasha was incredibly horny due to the whole situation, but for the moment she was super focused to manage to do the final calibration as well as possible.
Hailey began with final instructions for Jessie.
Hailey: Here we are, welcome to our test bench! You made it, congratulations!
Hailey: So first, please, if possible, do not yet start urinating immediately!
Jessie: Uhm, ok..
For the moment Jessie was somewhat overwhelmed by the whole situation. She realized that she really made it this far, and that now everything was nearly ready for her NASA-certificed world record pee. For the moment, she felt in very good control of her bladder, due to all of the excitement she did not feel a huge need to pee, mainly she felt that she had an incredibly large and full bladder.
Hailey: Great! So, Natasha is currently performing the final calibration of systems and will be done in at most two minutes.
Jessie: Uhm, ok. And then?
Hailey: Uhm.. let's wait for a moment until Natasha indicates that everything is ready..
Jessie: Sure.. uhm.. your test platform looks really impressive!
Hailey: Thank you! Yes I guess we will have to use it a couple of times in the future.
Jessie: Ah yes. Haha yes, sadly I have to say, that I am not so happy with.. uhm.. the performance of your science fiction diapers..
Everybody in the room except for Natasha who was still focusing was laughing.
Hailey: Haha yes, I can imagine. We are really sorry for this inconvenience, but we will find a solution for our very special customer..
Then Natasha was done with calibration and everything was ready for the big show.
Natasha: So, everything calibrated! Hi Jessie, welcome to the piss lab! I am Natasha, I am kind of the host for your peeing world record attempt!
Jessie: Hello Natasha! Haha ok! So now how does this work?
Hailey: So now, I guess it is your turn!
Everybody in the lab started laughing..
Natasha: So, if you want and if you are able to you can start to urinate. Best would be if you try to go in a standing position facing forward.
Hailey was still on the platform with Jessie and gently guided Jessie into the right position.
Hailey: Like this, if this is possible for you.
Jessie: Haha I am sure that I will be able to urinate!
Everybody in the room was laughing again.
Hailey: But please hold it for one more second that I can get into safe distance!
Laughter from all sides, and Hailey left the platform, now it was just all eyes on Jessie, everybody waiting for her super pee.
Jessie was currently feeling really desperate again, thinking about finally releasing the massive amounts of urine from her bladder. She was slightly shifting her body weight from side to side due to her desperation. However, she was also in absolute heaven and enjoyed this absurd attention for her inhuman bladder. She was not yet ready to end it all, she wanted to enjoy all of this for a bit longer.
Jessie: So you are telling me, that finally I can just relieve myself, exactly here where I am standing?
Natasha: Yes, this would be great!
Natasha was excited and horny as never before in her life.. She had checked the telemetry data that she got from Jessie's urinary containment system. She could not believe her eyes when she was looking at the data. She thought, now was the right moment to share some information about Jessie's epic pee in the simulator.
Natasha: Btw. Jessie, I have to say that we are a bit disappointed with your pee in the simulator, you only voided 2075 ml of urine.. I mean, this is probably the world record, but we are sure that you can do more?
Everybody was laughing. Hailey was really impressed by the number.
Jessie: Haha yes.. in the simulator I just had a little tinkle, this time I really need a piss!
And Fiona (who knew about Joanna's ultrasound measurement) said: Yes, this time Jessie will pee quite a bit more!..
Natasha: Great! So just as a little warning, your urinary containment system will fail relatively soon after you start urinating.. So it will start to make some alarm sound, and it will start leaking urine. However, this is absolutely no problem, please just continue to urinate until your bladder is completely empty.
Jessie: Thanks for the information! So your test bench is water proof?
Natasha: Haha yes, it is designed for this! It has seen a lot of pee already!
Jessie: Haha.. I am sure it has never seen THAT much pee..
Everybody was laughing again.
Natasha: Haha you are absolutely right, not THAT much. So far, only human beings have urinated on our test bench, and never a Jessie Lewis!
Jessie: Haha! Great! I guess then it is about time!
Natasha: Haha sure! We are all waiting for you!
Jessie noticed, that although she wanted to prolong everything for a bit and have a bit of super full super bladder small talk, she just could not hold it for much longer, it was really time to go.
Jessie: OK, great!.. *breathing in deeply* Then everybody please turn around such that I can finally pee!
Joanna and Fiona as a reflex really turned their heads away, and Hailey and Natasha looked somewhat confused at each other. However, directly after turning her head, Fiona announced:
Fiona: Haha I will just pretend to not watch, of course I will watch you when you take your world record pee!
Jessie: Haha no.. of course I want you to watch! Please watch closely, uhm.. for scientific reasons! Here we go, this is how to REALLY piss..
In this exact moment Jessie's bladder finally gave in. Just before going she inhaled reflexively, and then Jessie started to blast out urine into her already well-filled urine containment system. There was zero "startup" time, from the first moment Jessie was pissing like crazy.
For the first moment everyone and everything in the lab was quiet, it was only the sound of Jessie's powerful pee stream gushing into her urine containment system, and Jessie moaning from relief.
*PPPPPPSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*
Jessie: *Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh....*
Everybody in the lab was standing in awe, and just watching and listening to the astronaut with the super bladder relieving herself.
Natasha and Hailey also had an eye on the real time telemetry. For the first two seconds, Jessie was peeing around 100 ml per second. Only about five seconds into her pee, her urine containment system started to indicate that it failed (acoustically, and with eight flashing red lights).
*PPPPSSSSSSHSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*
*BEEPBEEP* *BEEPBEEP* (the alarm of the urine containment system)
Jessie: Huh?
Natasha: That's fine, please just continue to urinate, you are doing great!
Natasha also turned off the beeping of the alarm remotely, so acoustically it was again only Jessie peeing like crazy.
From the next second on, a heavy stream of urine appeared in between Jessie's legs, under her urine containment system. With loud splashing noises a huge amount of urine hit the platform beneath Jessie.
Everybody was surprised by the large stream of pee coming out of Jessie's urine containment system.
*PPPSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*
*Loud splashing noise*
Natasha: Whoaa... OK we have seen lots of pee, but never anything close to this..
Jessie's stream slowed down a bit from when she started but was still very powerful by any standards.
For Jessie a first huge wave of relief was kicking in, and she was just feeling absolutely ecstatic and slightly trembling of joy.
After a few seconds, Jessie's audience had somewhat recovered from their initial shock and excitement about Jessie's massive pee.
*PPPSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*
*Loud splashing noise*
Hailey: Haha it looks like you really had to go this time!
Jessie: aaaahhh..... yyyaaaaa..... [Jessie was currently unable to talk, she was just in pure ecstasy from relieving herself]
All of the audience started laughing. Jessie also started a combination of laughing and crying as she was overwhelmed by emotions.
For the next couple of seconds it was just Jessie urinating.
*PPPSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*
*Loud splashing noise*
A huge puddle of pee formed around Jessie's feet on the testbench platform. The platform had a slightly concave shape to guide pee towards a small drain under Jessie. However, the drain was not big enough to cope with the output of Jessie's bladder.
Jessie: "Aaahhhh....."
Jessie seemed to have recovered a bit from initially being completely overwhelmed by the situation. She also regained some control over her pee flow, and continued to pee at a rather standard rate, slightly holding back with her stream.
Natasha was also in absolute heaven. This was the hottest thing that she had ever seen in her life, and her heart was beating like crazy. She took the chance to talk to the very sexy and heavily urinating Jessie.
Natasha: Uhm.. Jessie?.. You wanna tell us how that feels?
Jessie: "Haha!.. Aaahh.. aah.. it.. ahhh.. feels.. uh.. haha.. sooooo goood!..."
Everybody in the room started to laugh again.
Jessie was still feeling absolutely ecstatic, but she had regained control over her mind and body, while blasting large amounts of urine into her overflowing urine containment system.
*PPPSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*
*Loud splashing noise*
Jessie could talk again but was constantly laughing from the joy and relief that she was experiencing.
Jessie: But you know.. haha.. I'll have to write a bad review on.. hahaha Amazon for your ...hahaha shitty science fiction diaper..
Everybody in the room was laughing.
Jessie: haha.. I mean what is this.. haha.. I just drank five liters of NASA juice and then had to pee after holding it for seven hours.. and see what happened?.. ahahaha..
*PPPSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*
*Loud splashing noise*
Natasha: Haha yes we see.. Yes maybe the next time you just have to hold it until you reach the ISS and then hope that their bathroom is not occupied!
Everybody was laughing.
*PPPSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*
*Loud splashing noise*
Hailey: Wow.. I have to say your peeing so far is really impressive, Jessie.. and that's also quite a puddle of pee that you created on our test platform..
Jessie: Haha yes.. and I'm just getting started.. Yes I am getting pretty wet feet in your high tech super bathroom.. not impressed haha..
Natasha: Haha yes, I am sorry for that. As I said before, so far we had only human beings urinating on this platform haha..
Jessie: Haha.. you mean only tiny bladdered human beings?..
Natasha: Haha yes..
*PPPSSSSSSSSSSS*
*Loud splashing noise*
Jessie was feeling like in heaven. She was enjoying the tremendous relief of emptying her super bladder, enjoying the for her new feeling of pee gushing down her legs, and all of this while an audience was closely monitoring what she did.
It was now about thirty seconds after Jessy started to urinate. Natasha took the opportunity to share some fun telemetry data about Jessie's pee.
*PPPSSSSSSSSSSS*
*Loud splashing noise*
Natasha: OK Jessie, so you are currently urinating at around 25 ml per second, you voided so far over 1.3 liters. Just at the beginning of your pee you reached your maximal flow rate, at 122 ml per second.
Jessie: Ah yes, that felt really really good at the beginning! So cool to have this live data of my pee!
Natasha: Haha see, Jessie? Not everything is bad about your high tech diaper!
Jessie: Haha no no, it's great.. Haha at least until I take a quick tinkle in it, after that it is absolutey toast and probably just special waste..
Natasha: Haha yes, this is true.. we are working on that..
Jessie: So what was my max flow rate again?
Natasha: 122 ml per second.
Jessie: Hmm.. what's the record?
Everybody started laughing..
*PPPSSSSSSS*
*Loud splashing noise*
Natasha: You mean, in our lab?
Jessie: Uh.. yes for example.
Natasha: Hmm.. we don't keep track of this, maybe like 70ml per second?
Jessie: Hmm ok, I see. Haha.. Anyone knows what the world record is?
Natasha: I know that most NASA space urination systems are certified for a max flow rate of 100ml. However, it is really hard to find test subjects that can urinate at that rate and for long enough for the certification process.
*PPPSSSSSSS*
*Loud splashing noise*
Jessie: haha.. I could help..
For the last 15 seconds, during that conversation, Jessie again deliberately slowed down her stream, to prolong her urination and also to build up some internal pressure for some more pee-based entertainment for her urination-interested audience. She decided that it was the right moment to let out another high-pressure squirt of her pee, and for about two seconds she let her pee come out at full force, before again cutting back.
To increase the dramatic effect she complemented her massive pee stream that was clearly audible by everyone with some moaning.
*PPPPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHH*
*Loud splashing noise*
Jessie: Aaahhhhhh.. did I mention how fucking good it feels to piss?
Everyone was laughing again.
Hailey: Haha, good girl Jessie! Yes let everything out! We believe you that this must feel incredible!
Natasha: Haha good job Jessie, you again hit 105 ml per second! Yes, you could certainly help with certification, or even with testing to failure haha.. For high-pressure and high-volume testing and certification NASA collaborates with the world's leading research center for high pressure urination systems in Germany.
Jessie: I see, so funny, haha that's great, NASA needs German super-bladdered women to certify their equipment for tiny bladdered astronauts.
Natasha: Haha.. yes I guess this is exactly how it is.
Jessie: Anyway.. I guess you may have to give them a call after today?
Natasha: Uhm.. yes I guess we will have a long call with them to ask them if they have ideas, equipment and super-bladdered women that can somewhat keep up with your urinary capabilities..
*PPPSSSSSSS*
*Loud splashing noises*
Hailey: Wow Jessie, you are at 1.8 liters! Are you done soon?
Jessie: Uhm.. no..
Everybody was laughing again.
For the last couple of seconds Jessie was again holding back with her stream. However, now, a huge wave of desperation struck her, and she felt that she had to release pee with a powerful stream soon. So she decided that it was time to go all in with her peeing show.
Jessie: uhm.. so first, I'll give your German powerpissing colleagues something to ponder on..
Jessie prepared for releasing pee at her maximal possible flow rate. For this, she put her hands in her waist, and started to stand slightly on her toe tips. She was standing in a very self-confident and also somewhat provocative way.
Jessie: Watch closely..
This time, Jessie did not actually moan, however, to tease her audience maximally she did some obvious fake moaning, to show that she now was in perfect control of everything.
*PPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*
*very loud splashing noise*
Jessie: "ooooohh" [ironically]
Her already incredibly powerful stream continued to further increase in power
*PPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*
*very loud splashing noise*
Jessie: "aaaahh" [ironically, while winking with an eye]
The stream of overflowing urine from Jessie's urine containment system was much bigger than ever before. It looked like someone was pouring water out of a large bucket.
Natasha and Hailey, more or less simultaneously while watching Jessie and the telemetry data in disbelief:
Natasha: Whooaaaaaa???
Hailey: Huuuhhhh???
Everybody in the room was bursting into laughter. Joanna and Fiona were close to laughing tears because of Jessie's absurd peeing performance. Natasha by now was even more horny than before and had trouble keeping it together..
Jessie: See? This is how you pee! Aahhh that felt really really good! Ha! I bet this was another world record!
In the meantime, Jessie's stream was back to normal, however the puddle beneath her further increased, and by now her feet were completely covered by her urine. Jessie couldn't care less.
Hailey: HAhaha, what. the. fuck.. am I witnessing here, Jessie this is absolutely crazy!
*PPPSSSSSSS*
*Loud splashing noise*
Jessie was still urinating, although at a relatively slow rate.
Hailey: Hahaha yes this was again really impressive.. you maxed out our pee flow sensor, for nearly two seconds you maxed out at 150 ml per second..
Jessie: Ahahaha.. See, I AGAIN broke your science fiction diaper haha!..
Hailey: Yes, it seems.. But how the fuck are you still peeing? We have you now at over 2400 ml (and this value is underreported because you maxed out the sensor), this is just not possible..
Jessie: Hahaha.. See.. still peeing.. [pointing her finger towards her crotch]
*PPPSSSSSSS*
*Loud splashing noise*
From the sounds, the pee splashing from her urine containment system, as well as from the telemetry it was clear that Jessie was still happily continuing with her world record urination.
Jessie's audience was laughing because of her incredible and still continuing pee..
Jessie: But I think that this will come to an end soon..
Fiona: Already?? Hahaha!!..
Everybody was laughing again..
Now Jessie was again really focused on urinating, to let out the remainder of pee that was sill left in her gigantic bladder.
*PPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS*
*Loud splashing noise*
Due to that, her pee stream increased again a bit in strength. Jessie's body was slightly bent forward, she had her hands on her thighs. It was obvious that she was using all her concentration to completely relieve herself.
Her audience noticed that she was super focused, and for the moment no one dared to say anything, everybody was just watching her and listening to the still continuing hissing and splashing.
Jessie was also from time to time breathing heavily, and closing her eyes to fully focus and indulge in the moment. From her body language it was clear that she was again experiencing a lot of relief, from letting out the remaining pee.
This was continuing for a long time. Quietly, and in disbelief, Haley and Natasha observed the measured volume still going up.. Jessie was stil peeing with a flow rate fluctuating in between 15 and 25 ml per second.
*PPPPHHHH*
*Splashing noise*
2600..
*PPPPSSSHH*
*Splashing noise*
*PPPPSSHHH*
*Splashing noise*
*PPPPSSSHHH*
*Splashing noise*
2700..
Everybody was quiet and continued to listen in awe and disbelief because of Jessie's pee.
*PPPPPPSSSSSSssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss*
*Dripping noise*
*Pppsssssssssssss*
*Dripping noise*
*Pppsssssssssssss*
*Dripping noise*
*Pppsssssssssssss*
*Dripping noise*
2800..
Still everybody was quiet and continued to listen in awe and disbelief..
*ppsssssssssssss*
*Dripping noise*
Then Jessie realized that it was the last squirt of pee that she had in her..
*PPPPPPSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*
*Splashing noise*
For a last time Jessie moaned, this time absolutely for real and like never before today..
Jessie: [moaning heavily] AAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhh...... I feel so fucking much better!!!!!!
Jessie exhaled, and was done with her world record pee.
The gushing and hissing noise had stopped, now it was quiet, except for the dripping of the pee that was still dripping down from her urine containment system into the massive puddle of urine that she was standing in.
Nobody was speaking, everyone seemed to be to some extent paralyzed from shock because of what just happened.
Then Jessie recovered from her state of total concentration and relief. She was smiling and looking around into the incredulous faces of her audience. A moment later, the smiling Jessie said:
Jessie: I'm done! .. Haha I really needed to go but now I'm done!
..
for the next couple of moments still nobody said anything.
Finally, Fiona was the first to say something again:
Fiona: Great! And yes, we could see that you really needed to go..
Jessie was standing foot-deep in a gigantic puddle of pee, only wearing a NASA urinary containment system that she had completely destroyed.
Jessie: Hmm.. so what now?
Hailey: Uhm.. let's get you out of your pee puddle, and then we'll get you uhm.. changed, that means, out of your urine containment system.
Jessie: uhm.. should I just step out?
Hailey: Yes, all that part of the lab is designed to handle pee, we can clean all of this without any effort.
Watching back in disbelief into the gigantic puddle of pee that was slowly running down the drain, Jessie stepped off the platform and walked down the three steps to the floor. There was still a lot of her urine dripping down from the urine containment system. Jessie was feeling a bit strange, dripping urine all over the place, but from Natasha's and Hailey's reaction this seemed to be completely normal.
Hailey slid into some pee-protective overshoes to protect her shoes, and then approached Jessie.
Hailey: Is it OK for you if I dismount your urine containment system?
Jessie: Uh.. sure.. but you will get pee all over your clothes?
Hailey: Haha that's fine, NASA is washing my clothes anyway, I can easily change.
Hailey: See, after I dismount this, you can take a shower, and then we have your clothes such that you can change back into your outfit.
Jessie: That sounds very good!
Hailey guided Jessie four steps behind a wall, such that they were view-protected from the other people in the lab.
Hailey: OK Jessie, then I'll dismount your urine containment system, OK?
Jessie: Uhm.. I know how to do it, I could do it myself such that you don't get splashed in my pee?
Hailey: Thanks, but this is no problem at all. And believe me, with a completely overfilled system it is better if I dismount it.
Jessie: Uhm ok.. Then feel free.
Hailey pressed the necessary buttons to configure the system to "unclasp", and as soon as the system opened, a huge amount of pee slopped out of the system. Although it was quite some time ago that Hailey had to deal with overfilled urine containment systems, she still had the routine to smoothly get Jessie out of it.
Hailey after disounting the system: Very good Jessie, now this will go straight to our lab for further examination, and you can take a shower.
After dismounting, the from the waist down completely naked and urine-covered Jessie and the urine-splashed Hailey holding Jessie's unmounted and overfilled urine containment system in her hands were opposing each other. Hailey was turning her head away, to give Jessie some privacy.
Jessie: Thanks a lot Hailey! Yes after over six hours in the simulator and all of this I really need a shower..
Jessie pointing to the still heavily urine-dripping unmounted urine containment system: uhm.. and.. good luck with this..
Hailey: Haha.. uhm.. yes.. we will see what we can do for you to get you dry to the ISS..
Jessie: I am sure! Again, thanks for this crazy experience.. this is for sure a once-in-a-lifetime crazy thing..
Hailey: Yes.. Uhm.. thanks to you for your incredible efforts today, to help us to fix the problems that we are currently having with uhm.. your bladder..
Jessie: Haha.. I have to say I somewhat enjoyed your insane NASA pee holding contest..
Hailey: Hahaha.. Jessie, you naughty girl!
The others were of course listening to their discussion, and everybody including Jessie and Hailey burst into laughter once again.
Hailey: And now go and take a shower!
Jessie: Sure!
And Jessie turned around to enter the shower.
Fiona: And Jessie! Don't pee into the shower!
Everybody was laughing again.
Hailey: Haha.. No, seriously, it is well possible that after this strain on your bladder you have to pee again very soon.. Of course you can pee into the shower if you feel any need to go..
Jessie: Haha, OK!
Jessie went to take a shower, and indeed, after a few minutes, she suddenly felt a strong urge to pee. She did not even try to hold back and just let it flow. She peed a strong stream for about ten seconds and felt again very relieved afterwards splashing down in between her feet. Jessie was not usually peeing into the shower (actually she had done this only a very few times in her life), but after her experience on the test bench she was by now very used to the feeling of pee splashing down in between her feet and just did not care at all. After finishing her shower, she found her clothes, and changed back into the Jessie Lewis that entered the simulator center in the morning of that day.
The successful simulator test was the only activity from Jessie's training program for the day. The next day was a Saturday, and mostly a rest day for the aspiring astronauts, the only activity was a two hour test debriefing in the afternoon, but for successful simulator tests the debriefing was usually pretty relaxed. The Sunday after was a day off. Jessie was really happy about the relaxed upcoming program, because she felt somehow really exhausted from what happened today.
The situation for Natasha, Hailey, and for a lot of people from mission control including Fiona and Joana was completely different. Their weekend was completely canceled, and all of them already had several emergency meetings scheduled, to see what could be done to handle the Jessie Lewis situation..
However, after Jessie disappeared for taking her shower, the remaining NASA staff in the room did not immediately start with their discussions, they first had to take care of some other issue.
Natasha: Sorry, I have to excuse myself for a second, I did not have time to pee all day.. I will be back in a second..
Fiona: I have to go too, OK if I join?
Joanna: Same..
Natasha: Haha then let's first resolve our bladder situations before we look into how to resolve the situation with Jessie's bladder..
The three women were heading for the women's restroom and entered. It was empty but had only two stalls.
Natasha: OK if I go first? Sorry but I am really bursting..
Fiona: Sure, you girls go first..
Natasha: Thanks!
Joanna: Thanks!
Natasha and Joanna entered the stalls, and both immediately started to pee powerful streams. Joanna's stream was a bit more powerful at first, but then diminished, and after about fifteen seconds died down. Natasha kept going strong. Joanna hurried to get out of the cubicle, such that Fiona could also empty her bladder. After Joanna had left the cubicle, Fiona immediately entered and started to pee. Joanna could not stop herself to comment on Natasha's pee that was now going strong for over thirty seconds by now..
Joanna: Wow Natasha.. You were not kidding.. Somehow this day it does not stop with urgent and huge pees..
Natasha: Hahaha.. yes.. I really had to go.. And until today I thought that I have a really large bladder..
Joanna: As a medical professional, from listening to your pee I can attest you that you indeed have a large bladder.. I still cannot really grasp what we experienced today, Jessie' bladder is kind of a joke of nature.
In the meantime, also Fiona started to pee with a powerful stream, a bit more powerful than Natasha's.
Fiona: Ahh.. I also did not pee for a long time.. This is nice, now we also have our personal Jessie Lewis moments.
Everybody started laughing.
Joanna continued to listen to her two heavily urinating colleagues.
Joanna: Wow, this was a really stressful day for all of us..
Fiona: Yes, and for our bladders..
Everybody started laughing again..
It was now over fifty seconds after Natasha started peeing, and she was still going with a decent stream.
Fiona's stream was getting more and more powerful.
Joanna: Oh my god Natasha, how bad did you need to go?.. I guess watching Jessie go just before must have been torture for you?
Natasha: Haha yes it was a bit difficult, but as I said, luckily I have a pretty strong bladder.. By the way, before watching Jessie pee, I already watched Hailey take a huge piss..
Fiona: Ah yes!.. So how did this work, exactly in the same way as for Jessie?
Natasha: Uhm.. quite similar, with the small difference that Hailey did not manage to overflow the system, although she also peed a huge amount..
After about 65 seconds, Natasha's stream died down rather suddenly.
Natasha cleaned herself up and left the cubicle. Now it was only Fiona peeing. She was peeing for about twenty seconds, and the intensity of her stream had increased significantly over time, she was now blasting out pee at a very high rate, and the sound of her pee was really loud and echoing through the room.
Joanna: Wow, you two girls really held a ton of pee for the sake of NASA and Jessie's mission.. I hope that you and your teams will get credit for your efforts and for what you achieved today.
After a couple of more seconds of high pressure pissing, Fiona's stream stopped.
After washing their hands, three very relieved NASA employees left the women's restroom and headed back to the lab D4.
In the meantime, Hailey had "stabilized" the Jessie's urine containment system, such that it could be further examined in the next days. In addition to that she had cleaned the "pee splash area" of their lab and removed all traces of Jessie's epic release. Jessie was still taking her shower.
Natasha was the first to speak, expressing what everybody was thinking..
Natasha: OK, we have a big fucking problem with this mission..
The other NASA employees agreed.
Natasha: Actually, there is a whole list of problems.. Depending on how the Strahler law works for Jessie, she will produce urine at an extremely fast rate. This means, for the ISS approach, but also for her return to earth, and most importantly for her absolutely crucial space walk service mission, we may need incredibly large urinary containment systems, or alternatively some creative solutions that would probably mean a complete redesign of the mission. ..which is probably not possible in the short time..
[Reminder from part 1: the Strahler law describes the rate at which kidneys produce urine in female astronauts under zero gravity as a function of bladder size. For details see part 1]
Fiona: Yes. OK, I can give you some context information from mission control and about the "big picture", in case you don't know. Because problems with this mission are actually very big problems for NASA in general.
Fiona: So, first of all, the mission NGSS-1 features a crucial service on the central power management systems of the ISS, in fact it is to some extent a redesign of the system, i.e. a very complicated procedure. This service is relatively time-critical.. Please don't share this information with anyone, but there are some potential problems with the current power management system, and the situation is getting more problematic over time. NASA is not at all happy about this and wants to and probably has to fix this as soon as possible.
Natasha: Thanks for the background information, I did not really know this..
Fiona: There is more. The specific spacewalk service procedure in this mission is technically and physically extremely challenging. Also, it requires an extremely well coordinated team effort. Jessie, Nathalie and Alexej are practicing the procedures together already for seven months. Back then, the plan was to have a full backup team, so three other astronauts were also practicing as a team. So the idea was, that for potential problems with crew members, one could either switch to the complete backup crew, or replace single members. Now, Jessie's job has the highest requirements.. There were actually 48 top aspiring astronauts applying for the job, and only two of them (one of them Jessie) managed to qualify for the job. However, two months ago, there was a highly-classified incident with Jessie's counterpart in the backup crew. I don't know what happened, and none of my direct colleagues know what happened, but as a matter of fact, Jessie's counterpart is not part of NASA anymore, and he will never be again. That means, there is absolutely no backup in sight for Jessie and due to the extremely high requirements and complexity it is not possible to find one now. Therefore it is absolutely crucial for the future of the ISS that NASA comes up with a plan to bring Jessie safely into space and to enable her to safely perform her spacewalk service mission as soon as possible.
Natasha: OK.. uhm.. ok.. hmm.. Well, thanks for this information.. hmm.. That's bad.. that's really really bad. This is the only thing that I can say right now..
Joanna: Yes I agree that this is really really bad.. Although I am not as much an expert as Natasha and Hailey for the topic, I can give some quick background about the Strahler law, i.e. the main problem that we are having to deal with. So, as you all know, the Strahler law describes the effect, that the size of the bladder determines the rate of urine production under zero gravity. Women with large bladders have a much faster urine production than women with smaller bladders. Scientifically, we do not understand at all what causes this effect. Strangely, this effect occurs only in female humans. There were monkey, apes, mice rabbits, dogs and many other species in space, and for none of them we observe this effect. This is what makes it scientifically so puzzling, and also hard to study, because science cannot use any model organisms.. the only way to properly study the effect, is to take women into zero gravity, which is extremely expensive as you know.
Fiona: OK, thanks for this information, yes this makes sense. Yes it would be great if we just had some pill against the Strahler law, then Jessie would not even need a urine containment system, she could just hold it and simply empty her 3 liter bladder after she's done.
Joanna: Yes, a pill would be great, but without having any idea of the mechanism or means to recreate the effect in the lab it is hard to develop a pill.
Joanna: For Jessie, medically this is quite a big problem.. The biggest bladder in space so far was 1.3 liter, we do not have any data for what the kidneys will do for a much much larger bladder. Probably, Jessie's kidneys will just run all the time at the maximum urine production rate that we can observe in normal gravity. However, we cannot say this for sure, maybe her kidneys will go in some "overdrive" mode, something that medically could be very problematic.
Fiona: Yes this makes sense, this sounds kind of dangerous.
Fiona: Hmm.. I guess the only feasible way to somewhat study the Strahler law would be these zero gravity airplanes that fly parabolas?
Natasha: Yes.. I think there are scientists that thought about using this. However, it was never done as far as I know. One problem is, that the zero gravity phases are really short (only 25 seconds if I recall correctly). So it is not clear whether the effect is really active, or if the onset of the effect is only after some time in zero gravity.
Hailey: Hmm.. however.. now, because this is NASA's biggest problem, it might be time to rethink.. Actually, we could try to experimentally determine the onset time of the effect: we have female astronauts with bladders of various sizes with their measured urine production rates in space. Put some of them into these planes and see (i) whether you can detect the Strahler law effect, and (ii) in case that you detect it, check if onset is immediate.
Joanna: Hmm.. I agree.. This sounds a bit like a desperate try, but I think for the sake of ensuring Jessie's safety as much as possible, we have use everything that has at least a tiny probability of working.
Hailey: Hmm.. maybe if a normal jet gets 25 seconds, then if NASA would use some jet fighters instead to fly parabolas, they could get longer time periods? Because they can get much faster, higher, and probably also "fall" further down?
Natasha: Very plausible.. Sounds a bit expensive, but for the sake of mission critical space pee pee research, this sounds like a plan.
Fiona: Yes.. compared to any part on the ISS, this is probably pretty cheap. Haha, if this works out and the short period zero gravity can really induce the Strahler law effect, then Jessie at some point will probably have to do a very long jet fighter flight..
Natasha: Haha yes, for sure. Then we will see if she first vomits or pees herself..
Fiona: Haha exactly.. However, astronauts that qualify for spacewalk mission must have an extremely robust stomach, so probably she can handle that..
Joanna: I heard rumors that her bladder is also pretty "robust"..
Natasha: Haha yes, but if the Strahler law kicks in, then even with her "robust" bladder she will eventually have to go to the little astronaut girls room..
Joanna: True. The little astronaut girls room will be out of order and under water after Jessie's visit.
The others agreed with that statement.
The group noticed, that Jessie was done with taking her shower and dressing up and just re-entered the lab D4 where the discussion just took place.
Joanna: Hey Jessie! How are you feeling?
Jessie: Hmm I don't know how to describe it. Somehow, "confused" maybe?.. What happened today was just very absurd and bizarre on so many levels. How are you guys feeling, you must be extremely exhausted from your super stressful day I guess?
Natasha answered: I guess we feel somewhat similar to what you express, we really have to first digest what we have seen today.. I guess we are a bit worried about how we can make your trip to space as safe as possible.. It seems that we do have an extremely complicated problem to solve.
Jessie: Yes, I see. It is the most absurd problem ever: In space, I pee way too much.. I understand that this is extremely complicated to solve.
Fiona: Yes, the problem sounds really absurd. But, as you know, this problem is really the biggest problem for all of NASA currently.
Jessie: Hmm.. yes.. if you say it like this, then this is really the pinnacle of absurdity.. You really have to let that sink in, oh my fucking god..
To be continued.. |
Thanks a lot for all the positive feedback! That's some additional motivation to continue writing!
The "first part of the second part" is ready, and the next few parts are ready very soon.. 🙂 In this part there is not yet any peeing, but there are a lot of important decisions and technology presented from NASA side. NASA has very ambitious plans for Jessie and her super bladder. Ah, and Jessie's bladder is again starting to fill up for scientific reasons.. 😉
Preparations for an Epic NASA Mission - Prologue
What happened in part 1: NASA discovered a mission-threatening problem for a planned mission to the ISS to perform crucial and time-critical maintenance. NASA learned, that mission specialist Dr. Jessie Lewis, who was selected to perform the most difficult part of the spacewalk-requiring service on the ISS, has an extremely large bladder. This is mission-threatening, because due to a scientifically not yet understood phenomenon called the "Strahler law", urine production in female astronauts is a function of bladder size, meaning that Jessie with her extremely large bladder will produce urine at an extremely high rate. There are a number of problems for NASA, most importantly, the urine containment systems that Jessie will wear during launch, return to earth, and most importantly during her crucial spacewalk mission will have no chance to handle the tremendous amounts of urine that Jessie will produce.
After Jessie had left the lab D4, the four remaining NASA employees in the lab continued with their debriefing of what they had witnessed on this remarkable day. Natasha once again stared in disbelief on one of the computer screens showing the live telemetry data from Jessie's world record urination. The total volume of urine that Jessie had released at the end was 2925 ml, and due to the characteristics of Jessie's pee (see part 1 for details..), this value was slightly underreported, meaning that they had to find a solution to cope with Jessie's three liter bladder.
[NASA urine research abbreviations: UCS stands for urine containment system]
Natasha: After Jessie finished her pee, I briefly checked the data that our systems recorded for how Jessie's UCS failed. At least we did get excellent data.
Fiona: That's good, then today's efforts at least were for a good reason. Excellent data from an excellent pee!
Natasha: Yes.. However, we currently do not have any technology available to extend the capacity of Jessie's UCS to anything close to what we would probably need.. The problem is, that there are limitations on the dimensions of the system. In Jessie's space suit, as well as in the suit that she will use during her spacewalk mission, there are so many different technical systems that take space, such that there is only a restricted amount of space left for the UCS.. Already for the problem with Sophie's bladder two years ago, we did need a significant redesign of large parts of the space suit, and this was only to extend the capacity by a small amount compared to what we need now..
Fiona: Hmm.. yes this sounds very problematic.
Natasha: Yes, right now, I don't see any way how we can provide a solution for Jessie, based on conventional UCIs..
Joanna: Hmm.. so as you know, NASA does have some "unconventional" technology for women to pee in space..
Natasha: Yes.. however, it was never tested in space.. Maybe we have to go this route. We will discuss this in more detail tomorrow, I am sure..
Joanna: Yes.. We will also have to study the Strahler law, to figure out ow much urine Jessie is actually producing in zero gravity.
Hailey: Yes.. Anyway, we should contact our colleagues in Freiburg as soon as possible, for various reasons..
Fiona: I guess you mean the German research center that you mentioned before?
Hailey: Exactly. Maybe they have some ideas.. and maybe also access to some women with very large and powerful bladders, which we could need for various reasons..
Fiona: So this is true that they have women with powerful bladders for testing and certification?
Natasha: Haha yes, this is absolutely true! We don't exactly know how they do it, but they usually have a team of very "skilled" women.
Hailey: Yes.. Haha.. maybe bladders of German girls are just built differently?
Fiona: Haha.. maybe.
Natasha: Btw. Fiona and Joanna, in case you did not know, Prof. Strahler is head of the institute.
Fiona: Ah, wow! Very interesting, I did not know that.
Joanna: Interesting, me neither..
Natasha: Fun fact, Julia Strahler herself is an expert for high-power urination. Quite a lot of NASA certified urination equipment was at some point during development tested-to-failure by Prof. Strahler herself.
Fiona: Haha, so cool! Haha.. so I guess when Prof. Strahler needs a bathroom break, she just walks through the labs of the institute to find some device that requires testing?
Natasha: Yes, as far as I know this actually happens from time to time..
With this discussion this remarkable Friday in the NASA "piss lab" D4 ended, and everybody went home to get some rest and prepare for a weekend full of work to figure out a solution for Jessie and her giant bladder.
Preparations for an Epic NASA Mission - Part 1
George Robinson, Flight director
Dr. Andy Foster, Lead Engineer Spacewalk Systems
Dr. Sarah Turner, Lead Engineer "Manticore" Capsule
The weekend following Jessie's epic urination was packed with emergency meetings at NASA to plan and decide on the next steps how to deal with this situation. On Sunday, a couple of decisions were already taken and several immediate action items defined. One major project that was started immediately was to study if the bladder fill rate of former female astronauts under zero G could be approximated using fighter jet flights with shorter periods of zero G. Simultaneously, NASA decided to immediately start the recruitment of women with extremely large and powerful bladders to help with testing the hopefully soon upgraded systems. Then, Natasha's team had to address the problem of dealing with the close-to-inhuman amounts of pee that Jessie would produce in space. It was decided that in the remaining time it was impossible to upgrade the urine containment system by the required amount, and that it was necessary to find other solutions.
Jessie's mission included three different major pee-critical situations: 1. the launch and approach to the ISS, 2. the two (or potentially three) spacewalks to perform the crucial and time-critical repairs on the outside of the ISS, and 3. the return to earth. The following initial plans were developed for these situations:
Launch and approach to the ISS:
It was decided that it was impossible to perform a launch / approach mission as planned. However, the current six hour "earth to ISS" mission was only introduced three years ago, to make it as comfortable and fast as possible for the astronauts to get to the ISS. Before that, the approach took much longer, including a sleep phase for the crew. Back then, the capsule had a waste disposal system that was then removed because it was not necessary anymore. The plan now was, to re-add the waste disposal system to the capsule and to develop a "semi-fast" mission profile that included pee breaks for Jessie, during which she could empty her bladder safely into the waste disposal system and change into a new urine containment system. The initial plan was, that with this, the maximum time that Jessie had to be suited up could be reduced to about 2.5 hours during launch, and also about 2.5 hours during the final approach. According to estimations based on the Strahler law, for Jessie it should be easily possible to make it safely through these periods, including one very substantial urination into her urine containment system per period dressed up. A couple of things had to be worked out for this, but as a plan this seemed feasible.
Return to earth:
It was decided to adapt the mission profile, and to include a pee break for Jessie just before the reentry burn that took place about 1.5 hours before landing in the ocean. Here, the longest time for Jessie to be suited up was again around 2.5 hours. Implementing this mission profile was pretty straight-forward if the necessary changes for implementing the semi-fast approach to the ISS could be implemented.
Space walks:
It was identified that the spacewalks posed a major problem for Jessie. It was decided that it was not possible to significantly shorten the duration of the spacewalks, also it was decided that it was not possible to increase the capacity of the urine containment system by the required amount. Instead, it was decided to re-evaluate plans for a system that would allow female astronauts to literally urinate into space. When NASA prepared to plan for the first female spacewalk, they already knew about the Strahler law and considered different approaches to handle the potentially very large amounts of urine that female astronauts would produce. NASA had designs of spacewalk suits for female astronauts that did not have a urine containment system, but instead a system below the crotch where a "urination mode" could be activated. When activating urination mode, a kind of "high tech funnel" that was highly optimized for the given female astronaut's physiology is pressed with high pressure against the crotch from "below", such that an air-tight connection from the urethra into a small air lock to space can be established. After verifying that the funnel crotch connection is fully sealed, the air lock can be opened to enable the astronaut to empty her bladder directly into space. There existed prototypes of the system and they were tested on earth, and female astronauts found the systems actually very comfortable for wearing and for urination. However, in the end it was decided that it was safer to scale up the capacity of normal urine containment systems. Because of Jessie's bladder it was now decided to work with highest priority on integrating this system into Jessie's spacewalk suit. Also it was decided to adapt the system as soon as possible for Jessie, such that she could test the system as soon as possible without actual integration into the space suit, by wearing it and by using it for urination. The initial plan was, that every 100 to 120 minutes (depending on Jessie's urge to go) Jessie would interrupt her work, move into a position that was safe for urination, and then take a huge piss directly into space.
It was further decided to shift the launch date by two months, to have at least a small amount of additional time to work on all the necessary changes. It was also decided that for the next week all possible resources should be shifted towards setting up the necessary projects, with the consequence that some of the normal mission preparation of this week was cancelled.
On Monday morning, Jessie arrived at the crew's Monday morning briefing for the week. On Sunday she had a day off, so she was not in the loop with respect to the latest plans. A number of additional people joined the meeting to present the current plan and the decisions taken to the crew. First, flight director George Robinson communicated the summary of the decisions taken to the crew. After a 25 minutes presentation packed with information, the crew had time to process the news, to discuss internally, and to ask questions to the other experts in the meeting.
Mission Commander Samantha Dryer started to talk and asked her crew about their feelings about the plans.
Samantha: Hmm.. sounds like a plan. I guess it is a ton of work for the engineers at NASA and some things are pretty complicated, but for us it seems pretty OK, or does anyone see any major problem?
Nathalie: Seems pretty OK! Our spaceship gets a toilet upgrade and we get to see Jessie literally take a piss into space!
Samantha: Jessie, what are your initial thoughts? Do you think this could work?
Jessie: Hmm.. sure.. sounds great so far, I think this could work. I'm really curious to find out more about this pee-into-space-system, sounds completely crazy, but I am looking very much forward to use it!
Andy Foster, the Lead Engineer Spacewalk Systems joined the discussion:
Andy: Yes, in fact we are already preparing for you to test the system. If it is OK for you, then Dr. Meyers will examine your physiology this afternoon, such that we can fit the "vacuum funnel" for you. We will then immediately integrate it with one of the prototypes that we built long time ago, and then we plan to run a first test with you tomorrow, and if this was successful, then perform a long test on Wednesday.
Jessie: Wow, that's really fast! Great! I see, we are really in a hurry here with setting up things.. So how will these tests work?
Natasha Wright, the lead engineer responsible for the urine containment and waste disposal systems on this mission explained the plan for these tests:
Natasha: Tomorrow we will explain you the system, you can wear it for the first time, and then we want you to immediately "test" it.
Jessie: Wow, so tomorrow I will already take my first pee in this thing?
Natasha: Yes, maybe even multiple pees. We are still working out the exact program for the next two days.
Jessie: Cool!
Nathalie: Wow, impressive! Only four days after Jessie absolutely destroyed your science fiction diaper, you already have a new even more science fiction system ready! Cool!
George: So for Wednesday we have planned another full scale test of space walk 1 for Jessie in the training pool, Nathalie and Andrej if this is OK for you? To compensate for this, the remaining program for this week will be very relaxed.
Jessie, Nathalie and Andrej agreed that and said that this was no problem for them.
Jessie: So that means I will wear the new system during that training?
Andy: Yes, we can fit this system into the suits that you wear in the pool. And we also want you to practice how to safely urinate in space.
Nathalie: So, Jessie will pee into the training pool?
Andy: Yes that's the plan. Haha I guess that's OK for you Andrej and Nathalie?
Nathalie: "Rrrrrr", so hot! We love to swim in Jessie's pee haha! Just make sure that the pool does not overflow!
Everybody was laughing, and of course no one had any problem with Jessie peeing into the pool.
Nathalie: Haha then in space Andrej and I will have to stand guard for Jessie such that she can pee safely and is protected from the views of naughty aliens!
Everybody was still laughing.
George: Haha, actually we plan to have a live stream on youtube showing your space walk missions. So it is not only aliens but potentially also lots of naughty people on earth watching you pee. I guess if you want we can pixelate you then haha!
Nathalie: Noooo! Let them have a bit of fun and let them watch Jessie do her space business!
Jessie: Haha what can they see anyway? Some liquid spraying into space, I guess I can live with that haha..
Samantha: "some liquid" is a bit of an understatement, probably rather the "Jessie space geyser" haha..
Alexej: Haha.. anyway, they will probably have no clue what is going on?.. This might actually be quite disturbing and worrying seeing lots of liquid spraying out of Jessie's suits?
Everybody was laughing again. They agreed that they currently did not have to worry about this topic.
George: So, to summarize the plans for this week: we will focus on preparing everything for Jessie to be able to pee into space. All of your planned team trainings for this week are canceled, and only the individual trainings will take place and of course the space walk 1 training. For the space walk team, you have a day off on Thursday. For Friday, we are not yet completely sure, but there might be a change and you might get an introduction to the Manticore waste disposal system.
Samantha: So on Friday we will learn how to use the fancy new toilet in our spaceship?
Sarah Turner, Lead Engineer of the "Manticore" Capsule answered,
Sarah: Possibly, could also be next week. We are currently very busy with planning the re-integration of the system into your spaceship, so we are not yet sure when this will be ready.
George: So I hope the plan for this week will be OK for all of you. For you Jessie it will be a bit stressful with your extra program for the next three days, but we hope that this is OK for you?
Jessie: Sure, this sounds very reasonable. I am very impressed by how fast all of you figured out these things. I hope that it is also OK for all of the engineers, it sounds like you did not get too much sleep or breaks during the last two days if we look at the progress.
The scientists and engineers in the room confirmed that they were extremely busy right now, but they said that for the moment it was OK for them to work long overtime hours, until they were sure that they had figured out a plan that should work.
Jessie: ..it sounds like I am expected to pee several times tomorrow and on Wednesday?
Doctor Joanna Meyers, one of the mission physicians answered.
Joanna: Yes, exactly. This is what we aim for. We still have to figure out how to exactly do this, but probably we will give you a "drinking schedule" for today and tomorrow such that you have some pee in your bladder prior to the training sessions, if this is OK for you?
Jessie: Sure, that makes sense.
Nathalie: Jessie is pretty good at peeing, she will manage!
Everybody was laughing.
Nathalie: Btw. if I understand correctly, then I don't have anything to do tomorrow during Jessie's pee system test.. Can I join?
Everybody was laughing again.
Joanna: Haha.. from our side, why not? But I guess Jessie has to say if it is fine if you join for the peeing fun?
Jessie: Hahaha!! Sure I want to have sexy Nathalie support me and watch me learning how to pee in space!
This concluded this very special Monday morning briefing of the crew. The rest of the morning they spent with some individual preparations for their mission. In the afternoon, Jessie had her examination by Dr. Meyers to create the optimal design of her vacuum funnel. At 10:30 in the morning, Joanna visited Jessie for a quick chat.
Joanna: Sorry to interrupt you, but I have some questions and instructions.
Jessie: OK, sure!
Joanna: So, first I'd briefly talk about your bladder after your two very large pees on Friday. Did you notice anything different with respect to your need to pee on Saturday and Sunday?
Jessie: Yes, on Saturday my bladder certainly was a bit more sensitive than usual, and I suddenly felt quite desperate around noon and had to go pee.
Joanna: OK, so was it much less pee that you voided there than usual?
Jessie: Hmm.. it was certainly not like when I peed on Friday, but it certainly was not a "small" pee by normal standards. Probably a bit less than when I usually go, but still quite a lot.
Joanna: OK, that's very good to hear! And on Sunday?
Jessie: I think on Sunday my bladder had pretty much fully recovered. I did not really notice this "increased sensitivity" of my bladder anymore.
Joanna: Very good! Of course we have to pay attention that your super bladder stays 100 percent healthy!
Jessie: Yes, this is certainly important!
Joanna: So, for this week we plan to have you fill your bladder to some extent multiple times. It is not necessary that you are anywhere close to bursting, but you might have a somewhat full bladder multiple times. We hope that this will not irritate your bladder in any way. If you experience anything like this "increased sensitivity" then please tell us, then we will change the schedule.
Jessie: Sure! OK, do you already know how this will work, or what I have to do to prepare for these trainings?
Joanna: Hmm.. first of all, for today it would be also good if you have a somewhat filled bladder for our appointment this afternoon at 2 pm.
Jessie: OK, I think I can do this.
Joanna: I am sure you can do this haha! I guess you did not pee since this early morning and had a couple of drinks since then?
Jessie: Yes, I got up at 06:15, had a coffee, before I left from home for the crew briefing I peed, probably around 07:15. Since then I drank two more coffees and about two cups of water.
Joanna: OK, very good. Do you plan to pee anytime soon?
Jessie: Hmm.. Sometimes I take a pee before lunch, more out of habituation than because I have to pee. I think if I skip this pee today and maybe drink a few cups of water extra I'll have a reasonably full bladder for the appointment.
Joanna: Yes, that sounds very good. Just don't overdo it, if your bladder is not full enough, then we can also just wait a bit. I think one or two extra cups per hour should easily do the job.
Jessie had a half full water bottle next to her, and ostentatiously started drinking and emptied the bottle.
Jessie: OK! [while winking with her eye]
Joanna: Haha!.. No need for a new pee world record today!.. And you will not be able to pee directly after you arrive, it would be good if you could hold it for another hour or so!
Jessie: Ok ok, understood! Great, thanks for the information!
Joanna: Great, thanks for your time, and see you soon!
Joanna left, and Jessie continued studying some training material for her mission.
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Preparations for an Epic NASA Mission - Part 2
After Joanna had left, Jessie decided to get another cup of coffee to help prepare her bladder. The rest of the morning was uneventful, at 11:45 she went for lunch with the other crew members. They were discussing all kinds of aspects of the new situation and about the engineering challenges for NASA. After finishing her lunch, Jessie got herself another half liter bottle of water and downed it.
Nathalie: Thirsty today?
Jessie: Haha.. Joanna told me to come with a full bladder to the appointment.
Nathalie: Ahhhh!! OK! And, is your bladder full? Probably you have to drink five more bottles at least! Haha..
Everybody was laughing. Jessie's bladder felt slightly full, she was sure that she was more or less on the right trajectory for having a somewhat full bladder at 2 pm.
Jessie: I think I'm doing alright, I had some extra water and coffees this morning and I already feel a bit full.
Nathalie looked at Jessie's lower abdomen and noticed the already clearly visible bulge from Jessie's giant bladder.
Nathalie: Haha we can already see your giant bladder! Ohoh.. I hope you can make it without exploding!..
Jessie: Yes, I am sure I can make it, I do not yet really feel any need to pee..
Nathalie and Andrej did not have anything to do until 2 pm, like Jessie, so they continued to talk about all kinds of things, mission-related but also completely different topics. They all had a coffee after lunch and continued talking. At 1 pm Jessie got herself another coffee and another half liter bottle of water.
Nathalie: Are you sure that's a good idea? Your bladder looks already pretty full?
Jessie: Haha.. I'm sure that my bladder can handle this. I feel a bit full, but it is still a long way until I really have to pee!
Nathalie: Sure. Btw. do you already know what exactly you are going to do there and why they want you to have a full bladder?
Jessie: Hmm.. not really. They want to design my vacuum funnel, so I guess they will somehow measure anatomy and things "down there".
Nathalie: Ahh.. maybe they want to measure anatomy down there both with you having a full and an empty bladder and see if anything changes?
Jessie: Yes this might be. Hmm.. you are right, the vacuum funnel has to fit in both situations.
Nathalie: Haha quite a dangerous job for them measuring things down there when you have a full bladder.. If you lose it then they probably drown..
Everybody was laughing. Jessie noticed that her bladder now was really rather full, she could clearly feel a slightly unpleasant pressure from laughing.
They continued to discuss random things. Fifteen minutes later Jessie had finished her water and coffee. Nathalie thought that she noticed a tiny bit of desperation in Jessie's behavior. E.g. from time to time Jessie was very lightly whipping with her left feet.
Nathalie: Are you sure that you are full enough? What about another round of coffee? Haha..
Jessie: Haha.. Thanks, but I think I'm ready! I can hardly imagine that the amount of pee in my bladder could be not enough!
Nathalie: Haha yes that's indeed hard to imagine.. hmm.. you look a tiny bit desperate!
Jessie: Hmm.. yes I definitively could go for a wee, but I am sure that I can hold it for the next two hours..
Nathalie: Haha and you look definitively pregnant..
Jessie: Haha yes..
At that moment Jessie's phone rang, Jessie looked at it and saw that it was Joanna calling her.
Jessie: Interesting, Joanna is calling me, let's see..
Joanna told Jessie that they had slightly changed their plan and asked Jessie if she could immediately come to the appointment. Jessie agreed to come immediately, and she was a bit relieved that she did not have to wait for the additional 45 minutes. Jessie left her two colleagues and headed for the room in the medical complex where the appointment took place. Obviously, Nathalie made some fun comments about not drowning anyone and similar when Jessie left. After standing up and while walking Jessie noticed some increase of pressure in her bladder. She definitively was a bit desperate by now. It took her a few minutes to walk to the medical complex. Jessie quickly found her way to the room for the appointment. She knocked at the door, and Joanna answered "please come in".
Jessie entered the room and saw a kind of gynecological chair on one side of the room with a couple of additional technical devices (looking quite high tech) next to the chair and attached to the chair. Next to Joanna there was another doctor, a relatively young and very attractive blonde women, Jessie guessed her age to be around thirty.
Joanna: Great that you could make it earlier! Wow you look already pretty full.. Are you feeling desperate right now?
Jessie: Hmm.. yes I think I do feel a bit desperate. But I am sure that I can hold it for quite some time, it is not that I am bursting.
Joanna: Hm OK, great! But anyway, let's get started as soon as possible and then I'll explain on the way what we are trying to do here. Jessie, can you please fully undress your pants and panties? You can put your clothes over there.
Jessie: Uhm ok, sure.
Joanna: And by the way, this is Doctor Jennifer Hall, we will together perform the measurements.
Jessie: Nice to meet you
Jennifer: Nice to meet you!
Joanna: And then please take a seat over here!
Jessie undressed herself and then started to walk towards the gynecological chair.
Jennifer: OK.. wow your bladder.. they were not kidding..
Joanna: Wow indeed! Your bladder looks huge!
Jessie: Haha.. yes it is huge..
Joanna: Let's hope you don't flood everything here! In the unrealistic case that you cannot hold your pee any longer it is of course no problem, then please just urinate as much as you have to.
Jessie: Yeah.. I think I can hold it..
And Jessie sat down on the high tech gynecological chair. Jessie with her underwear removed was an amazing sight. The incredibly sexy Jessie with her absolutely perfectly shaped and clean shaved pussy. Joanna grabbed a ultrasound device and measured the amount of pee in Jessie's bladder.
Joanna: 1775 ml, you are a very good girl! That's actually the perfect amount to start our little experiment. I first perform the necessary measurements, and then I'll explain how we will proceed. This will take about five to ten minutes.
Jessie: Uhm ok, sure!
Joanna: OK! Please put your legs up here, and then we will start.
Jessie put her legs up, and Joanna put the leg holders of the gynecological chair into a slightly spread position.
Joanna: OK! All good? Still not bursting?
Jessie: Haha all good!.. I'll try to warn you early enough in case that this should change.
Joanna: Great!
Joanna and Jennifer started their examination. The started to "install" a device that was somewhat looking like how long time ago (say in the eighties of the last century) people imagined how high tech science fiction devices would look. The system was on a quite solid metal frame, and they put the system into a very stable position by strapping it to Jessie's legs.
Joanna: Great! Please now try for the next four minutes to move as little as possible..
Jessie: OK!
Joanna: So, the device will apply certain amounts of pressure to your crotch area and see how the anatomy changes. This will not take very long, and it should be not really unpleasant or even hurt.
Jessie: OK?
Jessie was happy that she was not more desperate. At this point in time it was possible for her to keep still relatively easily. The device started to make some hydraulic noises and Jessie could feel pressure applied to different regions of her crotch.
After about three minutes of whirring the device stopped and apparently the procedure was done.
Joanna: OK, perfect, we have the first measurement. We create two more to make sure that everything is perfect.
Jessie: OK!
In the meantime Jessie had looked around in the room. One thing that she noticed directly next to the chair were three glass containers for catching urine from someone in lying position. Jessie thought to herself: "haha yes, one will certainly be not enough if I cannot hold it anymore..".
Ten minutes later, Joanna explained that they had three good measurements. She explained that she would quickly go to another room and check on a computer that everything was perfect, and that she then would start with 3d printing a model of the vacuum funnel. Then Joanna surprised Jessie a little bit..
Joanna: You are doing fantastic! So, how are you feeling, are you very desperate, or do you think we can repeat these measurements with a slightly fuller bladder?
Jessie: Uhm.. you know that I can hold far over 2.5 liters of pee.. So, yes, I guess we can do this.. How full do you think should my bladder be?
Joanna: Great! Hmm.. say 2.35 liter would be absolutely perfect? Do you think we can try for this? In case that you feel that you cannot hold it anymore we can always do it at less.
Jessie: Uhm OK!.. That sounds like quite a lot, but I will try!
Joanna: Great! And as I said at the beginning, in case that you really cannot hold it anymore you can always just start to urinate..
Jessie: OK.. yes I guess at 2350 ml I cannot guarantee that this will not happen.. We might end up in a pretty big puddle of pee..
Joanna: Haha sure, this might absolutely happen. We will see how it goes..
Joanna: Do you think you had enough to drink already, or do you want some additional drinks?
Jessie: Hmm.. I guess one or two more drinks could help..
Joanna: I can offer, water, coffee, tea, isotonic nasa juice, various other things, but I think for this special situation I'd recommend a beer..
Jessie: Hmm.. I think a beer sounds very good. Then I'd like to order one beer and one nasa juice.
Joanna: Very good, I'll get that. Btw. I'll keep you for a moment in this awkward position until I have checked on the computer that the measurements are good.
Jessie: OK
Joanna: Great, I'll be back in five minutes with some drinks!
Jessie: OK, thanks, I guess
Joanna left the room, and Jessie thought about her currently rather strange situation.. naked, strapped to a gynecological chair with some hightech device in between her legs, with nearly two liters of pee in her bladder.
In the meantime Jennifer started to explain the procedure that they had planned.
Jennifer: So, for the vacuum funnel to work it is absolutely crucial that it fits perfectly in every situation, meaning while having a full bladder, a very full bladder, a half full bladder or an empty bladder.
Jessie: OK
Jennifer: If we have the anatomy measurements for all of these states we can design the funnel such that it fits perfectly for every state.
Jessie: OK
Jennifer: And this is the reason why we now try to measure your anatomy with an even fuller bladder. Such that for the case that you are in space and have a very full bladder you can still safely relieve yourself.
Jessie: OK, sounds great.
Jessie: So, let's assume that we manage, then we have measurements for 1800 ml and 2350 ml. So you will still have to measure for a half full and empty bladder, right?
Jennifer: Yes, exactly. So for us it would be most efficient if we could do the half-full measurements directly now. Do you think it is possible for you after you start urinating to stop after voiding around 1000 ml of urine?
Jessie: Uhm.. I cannot 100 percent guarantee that I can stop, but I think it should be possible.
Jennifer: This would be great, but in case that you cannot this is not problem, then we can just do the measurements later.
Jennifer: Btw. we are all very much impressed by your bladder and bladder control!
Jessie: Uhm, thanks?
Jennifer: Ah OK sorry.. I guess we should maybe talk about something else?
Jessie: Uhm.. no no it is fine, I like to talk about my bladder!
Jennifer and Jessie continued for the next minutes to discuss the events from last week, how Fiona after a spacewalk training had noticed Jessie's gigantic bulging bladder and had discovered that Jessie up to that point had never urinated into her urine containment system.
Then Joanna returned, holding a tray with lots of drinks in both her hands.
Joanna: Good news, all three measurements are perfect. And I have a coffee for the doctor, and a pint and some NASA juice for Ms. Superbladder.
Joanna: So Jessie, I guess we should get you out of your awkward position? What position is for you the most comfortable for holding your super full bladder?
Jessie: Hmm.. Actually I feel pretty comfortable like this. I don't think that it is much easier to hold my pee in any other position. Also getting back into the chair with a super full bladder will be pretty tough and I fear that I might flood the room in the process..
Joanna: OK very good. That makes a lot of sense. I think we will now just try to wait for 30 minutes if this is possible for you. Then we can do another ultrasound measurement, depending on how much you drank before, I would guess that in 60 to 90 minutes we might be at 2350 ml. If you notice that you cannot hold it anymore then we will stop of course.
Jessie: Yay, sounds like fun! NASA seems to really like pee holding contests!
Joanna: Yes, we are really sorry for all these things that you have to endure..
Jessie: Anyway, cheers!
Jennifer: Cheers! to Ms. Superbladder!
And Jessie started drinking her pint. She took a couple of huge gulps and had emptied half the glass.
Jessie: Ahhhhh!
Joanna: Ms. Superbladder is thirsty! Very good!
Jessie: *BUUUUUURRRP* .. sorry.. cheers to that..
Jennifer: Haha cheers!
For the next 10 minutes the three women had some small talk about NASA in general and Jessie's mission in particular. By this time, Jessie had long finished her beer and had a couple of gulps of her isotonic drink.
Joanna: Ah Jessie, btw. if you prefer to have another beer, we can also get that if you prefer it over this isotonic drink.
Jessie: Hmm.. yes I guess another beer would be great! I have to say, I think the alcohol somehow makes it much easier to hold my full bladder.. I feel much less desperate than ten minutes ago, I barely feel desperate at all currently..
Joanna: OK, great! Yes, and for filling your bladder it is also pretty much the optimal choice. I'll be back in a second.
Joanna left, and three minutes later returned once again with lots of drinks. This time two more pints and a bottle of water. Over the next fifteen minutes Jessie drank another beer and then decided that this was certainly enough beer for the moment, and she switched to water. It was time for another ultrasound measurement.
Joanna: OK, 2075 ml now. Very good, we are rather rapidly filling. Jessie, how desperate are you currently?
Jessie: Hmm.. I feel pretty OK right now.. I certainly feel that my bladder is pretty full and also that it is currently rapidly continuing to fill, but I feel somehow much less desperate than when I arrived at your office. I guess the position how I am lying also kind of helps with holding my pee.
Joanna: That's great to hear! So then I guess we can wait for 20 to 30 more minutes and then check again? In case that you suddenly feel much more desperate, please tell us immediately!
Jessie: OK, yes sounds good!
Jennifer asked Jessie if Jessie wanted to learn more about the vacuum funnel system, and Jessie said yes. In the meantime, also the 3d-printed prototype was ready, and Joanna went to get it.
When Joanna returned she brought the 3d printed prototype, but also a "real" vacuum funnel. She explained, that the 3d printed prototype was just for performing additional measurements (the material was completely rigid, in comparison to the real vacuum funnel was a tiny bit flexible such that it could deform and seal the area when applying pressure).
Joanna: So in urination mode, this thing with an optimized shape for your body will be put with quite a lot of pressure (about 30 kg of pressure to be precise) against your crotch and should seal it absolutely air tight. As I said, former astronauts that tested the system on earth found it very comfortable to use.
Jessie: OK, wow! Yes this sounds extremely cool to be able to piss directly into space! I am really looking forward to tomorrow when we will try this thing out!
Joanna: Yes. One thing that is important for the next two days is that we practice for you the correct position to pee in during your space walk mission. We have to make sure that you are comfortably able to pee "into the right direction".
Jessie: Always with the wind, not against the wind!
Joanna: Haha yes exactly! We have to make sure that your pee flies into space and not into the high power electrical systems that you are working on.
Jessie: Makes sense. And not all over my dear colleagues I guess!
Joanna: Exactly. Haha although Nathalie by now has mentioned a couple of times that she would enjoy this.
Everybody was laughing.
Jessie: Haha yes Nathalie is really funny! I will still try to not do that during our space walk mission.
Joanna: Yes, that's very good. We will show you the "correct" position tomorrow in the training pool, then we can practice this.
Jessie: Great!
Joanna: Btw. peeing in the pool will feel quite a bit different than peeing in space. In space it will be much easier, under water in the training pool there will be some hydrostatic pressure to pee against, but we think it should still be possible, in particular for you haha..
Jessie: Haha.. I'm really curious to find how it feels, underwater and then in space!
They continued to talk for the next ten minutes about the busy weekend for NASA, and in particular how the engineers involved in the design of the urine containment and waste disposal systems had very little sleep. Then it was again time for an ultrasound measurement.
Joanna: Jessie, how do you feel? Can you still hold it like a big girl?
Jessie: Haha yes, I feel certainly a bit more full than thirty minutes ago, but somehow I am still not really that desperate..
Joanna: Very good! Then I'll do another measurement!
Joanna: OK, Wow! We are still really rapidly filling: 2300 ml now!
Joanna: OK, I think we can now anytime start with the measurements if you start to feel more desperate suddenly.
Jessie: OK, very good to hear! Hmm.. currently I feel like I can easily hold it for another hour..
Joanna: Wow.. OK I think that's probably not necessary. with all the liquids you drank your bladder will probably continue to fill really rapidly. I'd say let's wait for 20 more minutes, and in case that you feel more desperate we will immediately start with the measurements?
Jessie: Sounds good!
Joanna: But you are right, you seem to be very relaxed now, and your are not even wiggling in any way.. If you feel ambitious maybe we could aim for 2500 ml?
Jessie: Right now this seems to be absolutely possible. I mean what is a NASA pee holding contest without any real desperation?
Everybody was laughing.
Joanna: It will also have one advantage for you, you will be able to pee a larger amount in the first go.
Jessie: Haha true! Yes I am looking forward to peeing, but not really to having to stop..
Joanna: Yes, if it is not possible to stop then this does not matter, then we can repeat this.
Jessie: Btw. how will I urinate?
Joanna: Hmm.. that's your choice. If you want to and if it is possible for you then you can just pee in this position and we will capture your pee with these glass containers.
Jessie: Haha I see you brought multiple!
Joanna: Haha yes, they are only 1500 ml, so when they are starting to get full we will have to switch!
Jessie: Haha, yes this should be some psychological help to stop peeing.
Joanna: Yes, but it would be no problem to just continue peeing.. The floor in this room is certainly pee-proof. Otherwise, if you don't like to pee in this position we can get you off the chair such that you can urinate into a 1500 ml beaker, in whatever position you prefer.
Jessie: Hmm.. I think peeing like this sounds very good. With the only concern that there might be lots of pee everywhere after the process..
Joanna: Don't worry about pee spraying around, we can deal with this without any problems..
Jessie: OK..
The next fifteen minutes were rather uneventful, and they were discussing how the original process with creating the vacuum funnels worked and what is different for Jessie. For former astronauts, i.e. women with normal bladder sizes, they just measured the status of the bladder when as full as possible and when empty. Usually, the change in the shape of the relevant anatomy was minimal anyway. Only today they decided that for Jessie's bladder it could make sense to also measure intermediate values, just to make sure that everything is safe. This late decision was the reason why they could not just measure Jessie bladder while filling but why they wanted Jessie to stop urinating after half emptying her bladder. |
Preparations for an Epic NASA Mission - Part 3
[15 minutes later..]
Jessie: OK, I think beer and NASA juice are kicking in right now, I definitively feel a bit desperate now.
Joanna: OK, very good! Then we will proceed immediately, I'll measure the volume and then we will do the measurements!
Joanna: Whoa! We are at 2475 ml. Perfect, and wow we are filling really fast! We will proceed as fast as possible!
Jessie: Great!
Joanna and Jennifer again started to work on the device that was still strapped in between Jessie's legs, and after one minute of re-adjusting it, they were ready.
Joanna: OK! We will start with the measurements! We will try to do two replicates. Please again try to stay as calm as possible. I noticed that you are wiggling a bit which is absolutely fine, the device is built do correct for that.
Jessie: OK! I'll try my best!
The device started again with it's whirring sounds and Jessie felt again pressure applied to her crotch area.
Jessie: Ah that's good! This device kind of helps with holding the pee in!
Joanna and Jennifer laughed.
Jessie: Just in case, if I should lose control and pee over your fancy device, this will not cause any damage, right?
Joanna: No, this device is absolutely pee-proof as well! But please try to hold it, with these measurements we will be completely safe with respect to using this system in space.
Jessie: Sure, I'll do my best!
For Jessie the urge to urinate had suddenly increased by a lot. Now it was pretty hard for her to not wiggle too much in her chair. She started to slightly shift her upper body from left to right.
Joanna: Jessie, you are doing great! I am sure you can do it! Wow, we managed to get our Ms. Superbladder really to be a little bit desperate.
Jennifer: Haha no wonder with 2.5 liters of pee in her bladder..
Jessie started breathing a little bit heavy. Right now she felt really close to bursting. Jessie was wondering when this measurements run was finally finished, it felt like an eternity.
[after a few minutes of whirring sounds..]
Joanna: Great! We are done with this measurement. Sorry that it took a bit longer, this is because of your light wiggling it takes a bit longer to do good measurements. We will immediately go for the final measurement!
Jessie: Great! [still breathing a bit heavily] Haha that's mean, the more desperate you are, the longer the device takes!
Joanna: Yes, this is a bit unfortunate.
The device again started with the measuring procedure. Joanna and Jennifer were a bit worried because of poor Jessie suddenly feeling so desperate. But now they could not really do anything about it, and also distracting Jessie from her super-full bladder was not so easy..
Jessie started to breath a bit more heavy, and she was now slightly rocking her upper body back and forth. The device continued whirring. Joanna and Jennifer tried to cheer for Jessie.
Jennifer: Wow Jessie, you are doing so great! We are very soon done, I am sure you can do it!
Jessie did not answer anymore, she was focussing on keeping the lower part of her body as calm as possible to make the measurement go as fast as possible.
Time was moving very slowly right now, and the device continued whirring, applying pressure, and continuing with it's measuring process. After five minutes that felt like an eternity, the device indicated that the measurement was complete.
Joanna: Great! We are done with two good measurements!
Jessie: Thank god, oof, I thought it would never stop..
Joanna: Uhmm.. there is one more thing. Do you think you can hold it for two more minutes after uninstalling this device?
Jessie: Oohh.. I will try, but I am not 100 percent sure.. What is it?
Joanna and Jennifer were busy unstrapping the device from Jessie's body.
While working on this, Joanna started to explain.
Joanna: Optimally, we would do a fit check with our 3d-printed prototype, do perform a quick measurement of the deviation that we see with your current bladder level. We will try to do this, in case that you cannot hold back then this is no problem, then you can start to urinate at any time.
Jessie: OK.. uhm I might..
Joanna: We try to be as fast as possible!
Joanna and Jennifer brought another device that was built to put the vacuum funnel prototype into the correct position, and to apply light pressure to check how tight the fit was without any structural adjustment of the vacuum funnel. They installed the vacuum funnel prototype into the device, and then they used the device to put the prototype into the right position.
Jessie was bursting, and she was constantly wiggling with both her spread legs in the same rhythm.
Joanna: OK, we see that you are really bursting! We will be done in a second! You are doing very well, you can continue to wiggle like this while we bring it into position!
Jessie: mhhhh.. [making a slightly unahappy noise]
Joanna: OK, we have it in position. Do you think you can stop wiggling your legs for a few seconds?
Jessie: Uhmm.. yes I can try.. but then are we done? I am really very close to losing it I think..
Joanna: Yes, we need about ten seconds, then you can go..
Jessie: uhmm.. OK, I'll try..
Joanna activated a light that was shining from below the prototype, and created a border of bright green light on Jessie's skin at the positions where the fit of the prototype was not perfect.
Jessie: Cool, now my pussy started to glow bright green?
Joanna: Haha yes exactly. Can you count down to when you try to stop wiggling, then we will start the procedure. It really only takes ten seconds!
Jessie: OK.. uhm.. and then how long does it take until I can piss?
Joanna: We will immediately remove the system, and..
Jennifer had grabbed one of the 1.5 liter glass containers and showed it to Jessy that she already had the device in her hand
Joanna: But if you cannot hold it, you can start peeing immediately.. As I said, the floor is pee-proof.
Jessie: Uhm.. ok..
Joanna: But when you pee, please remember that it would be good if you could stop at some point. We will tell you how much you voided and when you should try to stop.
Jessie: Uhmm. sure..
Jessie was breathing heavily, and currently shaking more than ever.
Jessie: OK.. let's try this.. Are you ready?
Joanna: Yes, everything ready on our side.
Jessie: ok.. ok.. then.. .. three.. two.. one..
Jessie took a deep breath and tried to stop wiggling.
Jessie: one.. gooo!!..
Joanna activated the device. The device did some final calibration on its own, and then started very tiny movements in front of Jessie's crotch area. The device was filming and analyzing the light patterns coming from below the prototype during these tiny movements, to determine how tight the fit would be.
Jessie was literally clenching her teeth and breathing in and out really fast.
Joanna: Great, Jessie! We are nearly there, just a few seconds more!!
Jessie: [moaning faintly..]
Joanna: Perfect, Jessie, two.. one.. we are done! You don't have to keep still anymore..
Jessie: Aaaahh...
Joanna and Jennifer unmounted the system and moved it to the side.
Jessie was absolutely bursting. She had no energy left to hold back the torrents of pee. Also she thought, they told me about ten times that I could start to urinate any time, and now it is time..
Jessie started to leak. Jessie's perfectly shaped pussy started to spray out pee. The stream for the first second was not very powerful, it increased from initially a dribble to a maybe one meter arc.. Joanna and Jennifer were busy moving the device to the side.
Jessie: uhm.. guys!!...
Jennifer noticed that Jessie had started to pee.
Jennifer: That's OK.. We are there in a second..
She had the glass container for collecting Jessie's pee already in her hand and started to move back to Jessie to capture the stream of pee that Jessie was ejecting.
After about two seconds of "startup time" peeing a normal stream, Jessie's bladder went into overdrive mode. Jessie had zero control over her bladder at this point in time. She had decided that it was OK for her to start peeing and just let things happen. When her bladder's overdrive mode kicked in, Jessie was overwhelmed by pure joy and moaned loudly.
Jessie: AAAHHHHHHHhhhh!!!!!!!
The sight was absolutely insane. The extremely sexy Jessie with her rather petite body, watermelon big bulging bladder belly, started to shoot out an inhuman stream of pee from her perfect pussy. The stream shot basically like a laser beam slightly upwards due to Jessie's position, and went in a near straight line for about 4 meters to hit the wall on the opposite side of the room..
Jennifer: Whooaa!!
Jennifer hesitated for a split second to move the glass container for collecting the pee into the right position. Mainly, because she had never seen a stream like this, but also instinctively because just the process of moving something into Jessie's line of fire would lead to pee spraying everywhere across the room, including Jessie and Jennifer. After that split second, Jennifer instinctively closed her eyes and mouth and put the glass container into the stream. She could feel the tremendous force of Jessie stream spraying into the container. In the same moment she could also feel all of the pee that was splashing off the glass while she moved it into the stream spraying everywhere.
Jennifer could not fully grasp what just happened, but she realized that she was now fully capturing the insane stream of piss that was shooting out of Jessie.
Jennifer: [again] whoa...
Jessie was feeling slightly embarrassed that she for maybe one second shot a huge amount of pee all across the room, and also because Jennifer was completely soaked in her pee. It took her one more second to realize that now everything was kind of under control, and that she was just urinating with incredible force into the glass container that Jennifer was holding.
Jessie: aaahhhh.... [Jessie was still overwhelmed by her feelings and had to moan again because she realized that now things were somewhat under control]
Jessie: [while still shooting an incredible stream of pee from her pussy] uhh... sorry for that..
Jennifer: uh nevermind! Wow you go girl!
Jessie: uh yeah..
After just five seconds of capturing Jessie's massive pee stream the container was filling up rapidly. Although Jessie was holding her pee already for 7 hours and had drank 5 coffees (among many other things), from the huge liquid intake during the last two hours it was rather diluted, therefore Jessie's collected pee had a very healthy pale golden yellow color.
Jennifer: wow.. uhm Jessie I nearly don't dare to ask, but do you think you can stop your pee in a couple of seconds?
Jessie: uhh.. maybe? How much more? aaaahhh it feels soooooo good!!!
The glas container was really getting full already..
Jennifer: Uhm.. anytime now, maybe in like three seconds?
Jessie: aahh.. I'll try..
Jennifer counted: three.. two.. one.. stop!!
To psychologically support Jessie, Jennifer at this point in time moved the glass container out of the pee stream (however, it was anyway nearly full and Jennifer had to switch to the next one soon).
Jessie: AAhhhhhh!!!!!!
Jessie's stream stopped indeed.
Jessie: AAAAHHHHH!!!!
Jessie absolutely tried to clench together everything down there, but she noticed that there was still one gusher of pee that she had to let out before stopping completely..
*PSSSHHHHHHHHHTTTT*
One more massive burst of pee erupted from Jessie's pussy. It shot out like a laser beam and hit the ceiling of the room, several meters away from Jessie.
Joanna and Jennifer: whoaaa.. [while watching the pee from Jessie's burst hit the ceiling and then splattering down on the ground]
Jessie: hhhhmmmmmmpppfff.....
And indeed, after this final gigantic burst, Jessie had stopped her urination.
Joanna: Wow Jessie!! You really stopped!!
Jessie was still focussing on not starting to pee again and currently could not talk. After five more seconds she was "stable" and she did not feel some immediate need to continue to pee. She felt for the moment back in control, and also for the moment incredibly relieved.
Jessie: ahhhhhhh.. sooo much better!!
Joanna: Jessie, how do you feel? Can you hold your pee for the moment?
Jessie: ahh!!.. Yes, currently I feel really great! Uhm.. I am really sorry for what happened. I really could not hold it anymore, I think it might have been because of the position with spread legs..
Joanna: That's all good. You held it for exactly long enough, we told you that you could pee immediately afterwards. You did a phenomenal job and you don't have to excuse for anything.
Jennifer: Wow Jessie, that was quite something..
Jessie: Haha.. good that you reacted so quickly, and that was quite brave to put the container into my pee stream.. I feel bad that you are drenched in pee now..
Jennifer put the container that she used to capture Jessie's pee on a shelf, grabbed a towel and was currently cleaning her face and upper body from pee..
Jennifer: Haha yes that's quite powerful your pee stream!.. Don't worry about me, I guess that's part of my job.
Joanna was assessing the situation, looking at the lake of pee on the floor, looking at the huge puddle at the wall at 4 meter distance, and looking at pee dripping from the ceiling.
Joanna: Hmm.. we learn, with Jessie in the room it is not enough to have a waterproof floor..
Jennifer: Yes that was quite impressive, I have never seen anyone pee all across the room or hitting the ceiling..
Jessie: Haha I had 2.5 liters of pee in my bladder.. It has to go somewhere..
Jennifer pointed at the glass container filled with Jessie's pee.
Jennifer: I think I have never seen anyone pee that much, but Jessie's bladder is still far from empty..
Joanna: As I said.. Jessie is a good girl.
Everybody was laughing.
Joanna: Hmm.. I would propose that we clean up later and quickly finish up with our measurements?
Jessie: Sure.
Joanna: Jessie if this is OK for you then I will quickly measure the amount of pee that is left in your bladder?
Jessie: Sure.
Joanna grabbed the ultrasound device, and Jennifer started to calculate.
Jennifer: 2500 minus 1250 in the container, minus 300 on the floor, wall and ceiling, plus 250 from beers and NASA juice?
Joanna: OK, 1150 ml! Wow you two did an amazing job with stopping the flow at exactly the right point in time! Bullseye!
Jennifer: Great! Jessie also hit the bullseye on our ceiling!
Everybody started to laugh again.
Jennifer grabbed another towel to clean Jessie, first the splashes on her upper body, and then her naked legs that were completely sprayed with pee.
Jennifer: Haha I am a bit afraid to move "directly into Jessie's line of fire"..
Jessie: Haha don't worry, I do not have that much ammunition anymore, and in case I'd suddenly start "shooting" I'd give you a one second warning prior to it.
After cleaning Jessie and her chair a bit, they performed the same series of measurements as before. The procedure took again about 15 minutes and was much less eventful than the last one.
Joanna: Great! Thanks Jessie! We are done with all measurements for this bladder fill state. Now we just need one more of you with an empty bladder. So please continue doing what you can do best!
Jessie: Haha! OK! Ceiling, wall, what should I aim for this time?
Jennifer: Haha I'd love to see ceiling or wall again, both was really impressive!
Everybody was laughing.
Jennifer: But maybe the cleaning crew is already busy enough and I'd recommend peeing into this? [She had grabbed a new empty 1.5 liter glas container for collecting urine]
Jessie: OK! This is a bit less fun but it will do too!
Jennifer put the glass container about two inches in front of Jessie's vagina.
Jessie tried to relax and resume her urination.
Jessie: Hmm.. wait for it.. .. .. .. uhm.. ..
Jessie started to slightly push on her bladder, to try to resume with peeing.
Joanna: No hurry, we have all the time.
Jessie: uhm.. I guess this is because I had to put so much effort before to stop peeing that I have trouble going again.
Joanna: Yes, just take your time. I am sure it will work soon. .. uhm.. if you want we could also get you out of the chair such that you can try to pee in a different position.
Jessie: uhm.. hmm.. maybe?.. nah I think it should be possible to pee in this position. I very clearly feel the pee in my bladder, and it kind of wants to come out, I am sure that it will work soon.
Jessie continued to lightly press on her bladder, and to shift the position of her upper body a bit.
Jennifer: Just take your time!
Jessie: Uhm.. maybe it would help if.. I.. uhm..
Joanna: Massage your pussy a little bit?
Jessie and Jennifer burst into laughter.
Jessie: ahaha! ..yes, that's exactly what I wanted to propose.
Jennifer immediately pulled away the glass container for catching Jessie's pee that was close to covering Jessie's pussy.
Joanna: Yes that's exactly what I wanted to propose. That's probably the most efficient way to get you a little more relaxed.
Jessie was slightly unsure how to proceed. She slightly hesitantly touched her vagina with her right hand. Joanna and Jennifer were staring at Jessie's pussy. The view was just too good. The super attractive Jessie Lewis with her perfect body and spread legs starting to touch herself. Although Jennifer and Joanna were both at least 90 percent straight, they both swallowed hard because of the amazing view.
Joanna: Uhm.. sorry for staring at your pussy.. we can give you some privacy if you want.
Jessie: uhm.. ok.. but I don't really care.. you watched me piss all across the room and I peed all over you, so now I really don't care for this..
Jessie certainly felt pretty aroused by all the crazy pee action that had happened before. She started to carefully rub her clitoris a bit. Very suddenly she felt very horny and she started to rub a bit harder and faster. Joanna and Jennifer had stepped away a little bit away and had turned their faces away. However, it was hard for them to not watch Jessie "relaxing" and they glimpsed over from time to time. They had noticed that Jessie was breathing heavily and both wondered if Jessie was really close to an orgasm.
Jessie had closed her eyes and was not really close to an orgasm but still feeling very aroused. She very much enjoyed what she was currently doing. Suddenly, she felt the need to urinate, and this immediately reminded her of what she was actually trying to do. She waited for a short moment, to reassure herself that it was really some need to pee that she felt.
Jessie: Hey guys! I think we can continue soon..
Jennifer stepped closer to Jessie, having the urine capturing container in her hand.
Jennifer: You think you can continue to pee?
Jessie: I think we are getting there.. I feel some need to pee, now I just have to get the stream started.. Uhm.. I guess it is ok to pee on the floor to get my stream restarted? [looking down on the huge puddle on the floor beneath her.]
Jennifer: Yes, sure..
Jennifer and Joanna watched Jessie kind of tipping with her finger on her clitoris. Then, a small dribble of pee came out.
Jessie: not quite, but we are getting closer..
The same thing happened four more times, with small dribbles of pee coming out of Jessie's pussy. With each time, the amount of released pee increased a little bit. The sixth' dribble continued for a few seconds, and then Jessie announced:
Jessie: OK, I think we are finally there..
Jennifer moved the pee capturing container about 5 cm in front of Jessie's pussy, such that Jessie could still touch it. Then, Jessie's pee stream resumed and she could aim the stream with her fingers into the container that Jennifer was holding.
When Jennifer noticed that Jessie continued to pee, she moved the container a bit closer. Then, Jessie's stream again increased in force and she removed her hand from her pussy and was now peeing with a "decent" stream into the container.
Jessie: Ahhhh!! Peeing just feels really good!!
Jennifer: Very good Jessie! Keep going!
Jessie: Oh yes, I will!
Jennifer and Joanna were both staring at Jessie's perfect pussy releasing a decent stream of pee that was flowing nicely into the container. Jessie was not watching, she was just enjoying the feeling of emptying her bladder and had closed her eyes for the moment.
Jessie made another sound indicating how much she was enjoying her pee:
Jessie: Mmmmmhhhhh!.... [moaning softly]
Jessie's stream was powerful by human standards, but not nearly as violent as when she had emptied the first half of her bladder.
Jennifer and Joanna for the moment were quietly watching Jessie pee into the container that was slowly filling up. After 15 seconds it was about one third full.
Jennifer: So if we measured correctly, then this time the container should be just big enough such that you can completely relieve yourself.
Jessie: Yes that's very good! I really have to..
Joanna: Haha we are happy for you that you finally can get all the relief that you needed! After flooding the whole room and after already filling up one of these it must feel amazing to fill another container!
Jessie: Haha yes, it does..
After peeing for about 25 seconds the container looked already rather full, and the amount of pee that Jessie had released was approaching one liter.
Jennifer: Good girl! Haha it is getting a bit heavy! Let's hope that you are done soon!
Jessie: I hope so too.. I feel like there is still some left..
Joanna: Haha.. for normal people I would comment now, "wow you really had to go"!
Jessie: But I did really have to go!..
Joanna: Haha sure.. uhm OK.. maybe we are overflowing the next container too..
The container was now getting pretty full and Jessie was still urinating at a significant rate, without any sign of slowing down.
Jessie: uhm.. I think I still have to go a bit.. We may have to switch again..
Jennifer: Wow.. indeed.. Please, in case that you start overflowing the container just continue peeing, there is no need for you to stop now..
Jessie: uhm.. ok..
Joanna: OK.. I'll go and get the next one.. [Joanna grabbed the third and last empty pee capturing container]
Jennifer: Uhm.. OK we are really close to overflowing..
Jessie: [shrugging her shoulders and smiling ironically] what can I do?.. when I go I really go..
Jessie was still peeing with pretty much the same flow rate for now about 45 seconds. The container now was completely full, and the sound of pee splashing on the floor indicated to Jennifer to move her overflowing container away from in front of Jessie's still heavily urinating vagina. For the next second, Jessie was peeing a very beautiful arc of pee about 2 meter through the room. Joanna brought her empty pee collection container in front of Jessie's vagina to capture her pee stream.
Jennifer: OK.. this one is pretty full.. [while carefully putting the container that was full to the brim with Jessie's pee on a shelf, next to the nearly full first container].
Joanna: Haha at some point you must be empty?..
And at that point, Jessie's pee stream reduced a bit in power.
Jessie: Uhm.. yes I think there is not too much left..
Jessie continued to relieve herself and was now releasing the last remaining amounts of pee from her gigantic bladder. She was still peeing with a very nice stream that went directly into the container that now Joanna was holding.
Joanna: Haha.. good that I brought three of these..
Jessie: Thank god! Haha..
Jennifer: That was good, however we could not avoid this.. uhm.. little "accident"..
Jessie: I'm really sorry that there is pee everywhere..
Joanna: Jessie, don't worry. You did perfect today, we have probably all the data that we need to enable you to fix the ISS.. Our job today was basically to fill your bladder until you burst, or maybe to the point just before, and that worked out perfectly. And then, I guess we have to expect some collateral damage when filling your gigantic bladder to the point of bursting..
Jessie's stream again got a bit weaker.
Jennifer: A propos gigantic bladder.. Jessie will you fill up this one too?
At this point in time Jessie's pee stream stopped, about 60 seconds after she had resumed her urination.
Jessie: Ahhhh!! So goood!! Hmm.. no I think I'm empty soon.. But not quite yet
And her stream resumed, it was clearly visible that now Jessie had to slightly push to get the last remainders out of her bladder. By now, the container for capturing her pee was containing a significant amount of pee and was maybe a fifth full.
Jennifer: Wow! Still going!
Then Jessie's stream stopped again, she did resume it once more, and then finally she was completely empty.
Jessie: Done!
Joanna and Jennifer looked at each other, and Joanna asked,
Joanna: Already!? Are you sure?
Jessie was not immediately answering, she tried to feel if there was still some pee left, but there was none. So after a few seconds,
Jessie: I'm really empty! Done!
Joanna: Wow! Jessie, you are such a good girl! Do you feel relieved?
Jessie: Oh yes, very much! I feel very much better!
Joanna did not yet dare to move the capturing container away, she was expecting the possibility of more pee from Jessie. But Jessie was really completely empty. After a few more seconds:
Joanna: OK, great! Then we can go for your last measurement!
Joanna put the pee capturing container that she was holding to the shelf where the two full containers were already standing.
Joanna: Well.. this is probably again very close to the peeing world record..
Jessie: Yay!..
Jennifer: Jessie, I have to say this was very very impressive.
Jessie: Haha!.. You make me blush!..
Jennifer: To be honest, even half the amount of pee would be already very impressive..
Jessie: Haha..
Jennifer: OK, then let's get you cleaned up for the last measurement!
And Jennifer handed took some tissues to gently clean some drops of pee from Jessie beautiful pussy. Then, Jennifer and Joanna started to reinstall the first machine for measuring. Jessie looked around in the room, she felt really proud of her gigantic bladder that had contained this massive amount of pee. Jessie's urination was once again absolutely epic, with pee all over the room and a huge puddle at the wall at 4 meter distance, and the row of pee capturing containers on the shelf next to her: one 1.5 liter container literally at the point of overflowing, one 1.5 liter container very close to overflowing, and a third 1.5 liter container with a significant amount of pee inside.
Joanna and Jennifer performed the measurements of Jessie with an empty bladder, and then Jessie's very special "examination" was over. They once again assured Jessie that it was no problem at all that Jessie had peed all over their office and they again thanked Jessie for her efforts. They then instructed Jessie to not drive home by herself and instead take a cab ride home, because she was somewhat intoxicated from drinking one liter of beer before. Jessie agreed to do so. On her ride home, she thought again about what she had learnt today in the morning crew briefing. She felt super relieved because it seemed that NASA had figured out a potential way to bring her safely into space. Also, she felt super excited because of the things to come. She was really looking forward to the various test pisses and training pisses that she would take in the next weeks and months. And then she was obviously incredibly excited about finally going to space, and then enjoying multiple extra pee breaks during the mission that were just for her. It was literally all of NASA's attention on her giant bladder and on the incredibly huge pisses that she would take during that mission. All of these thoughts made her extremely horny, and she could only just stop herself from rubbing herself in the cab while riding home. After a few minutes of driving she finally arrived at home and paid with her NASA credit card. At home, Jessie immediately started to masturbate and after just a few minutes came super hard. After that she was completely happy, relaxed, and feeling a weird mix of tremendous happiness and tiredness.
Edited December 24, 2022 by HitEmAll
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Preparations for an Epic NASA Mission - Part 4
Jessie went to bed rather early that night. She was really excited for what was to come in the next days, but she was also very tired. She had a very relaxing sleep and got up at 7am in the morning. The day before, Dr. Meyers had given Jessie some instructions for this day of training. Jessie should take a pee after waking up, and then normally drink one or two coffees (that's Jessie's morning routine) and in addition to that one liter of water, just to ensure that Jessie was well hydrated and that there was already some urine in her giant bladder. So first thing after waking up, Jessie headed for the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. Jessie always took a pee early in the morning, but rather out of routine and not because she actually felt some need to pee. Today it was different, she felt a small need to pee. She opened her flood gates and a tremendous stream of pee started to shoot out of her. "Whoa!.." Jessie was slightly surprised by the amount of pee that she released. It felt really good, and Jessie thoroughly enjoyed the experience of very casually releasing a torrent of pee. She thought about the day and also about sexy Nathalie who wanted to join, and of course also about the other people at NASA that once again had all their attention only on her inhuman bladder. She was really looking forward to the day and specifically to again wow everyone with demonstrating her peeing abilities, she was determined to once again deliver a really good pee show. After about twenty-five seconds of blasting out pee like crazy Jessie was done. She continued with her morning routine, took a shower, got dressed, ate some breakfast, and drank two large cups of coffee.
Jessie was instructed to arrive at the main training facility at 09:30. Before leaving, she drank as instructed a few large glasses of water, in total nearly 1.5 liter. Nathalie had agreed to pick up Jessie and bring her to the training facility because Jessie's car was still there. Nathalie arrived at 09:05 and rang the bell of Jessie's apartment.
Jessie: Good morning Nathalie!
Nathalie: Hey Jessie! How is it going?
Jessie: Very good! Thanks for picking me up and for joining for my uhm.. "special training"!
Nathalie: No problem, and I'm really looking forward to observe your special training! Haha are you ready for your big pee pee instruction?
Jessie: Haha sure! Can't wait! Are you ready for the big pee pee show?
Nathalie: Haha I can't wait as well!
And Jessie and Nathaile headed for the training facility. On the way Jessie told the story of her crazy examination the day before, and that she completely flooded the room and also Dr. Meyers and Dr. Hall. Both women couldn't stop laughing, and Nathalie made all kinds of naughty comments about the situation and how much she would have enjoyed being in place of one of the doctors. At 09:20 two very cheerful future astronauts (one with a rapidly filling bladder that had accumulated already over one liter of urine) arrived at the main training facility.
Dr. Joanna Meyers welcomed them and led them into the facility. While they were walking through the complex, Joanna started to explain the program for the day in more detail.
Joanna: OK, as you know, today we want to test the system that allows you to urinate during your space walks. Before we start explaining the details, how are you feeling, could you take a pee right now?
Jessie indeed already felt some need to pee. She was surprised how fast her bladder apparently was filling this morning.
Jessie: I certainly could!
Joanna: OK I see, are you still feeling comfortable or are you desperate right now?
Jessie: I'm comfortable, but somehow my bladder seems to be filling really fast, so I think that in an hour or so I will be desperate.
Joanna: OK, I see. In case that you start feeling too full please tell us, then we would recommend that you go take a pee and release some urine and try to stop peeing after a while such that your bladder is still half full.
Jessie: OK sure, I will do that. But as I said, for the moment everything is fine.
Joanna: Great. So we want you to perform two test urinations today. First, we want to perform a test in the vacuum chamber to test the real system and if it performs as expected under space conditions. Natasha and her team together with the space walk suit engineering team last night managed to prepare one space walk suit with your urination system. We will briefly introduce you to the system and explain to you how the system works, and then in about thirty minutes we will suit you up and then you can perform the first urination in the vacuum chamber.
Jessie: Sounds great!
Joanna: Then, the engineering team has started to equip your under water training space walk suit with a similar system. This is not yet completed, but the plan is that at some point in the afternoon this will be ready. So by then probably you will be again ready to pee. In that training the aim is that you learn the actual procedure to perform when you go pee during your space walk.
Jessie: Very good, looking forward to that!
Nathalie: Me too!
They arrived in the dress up room for the vacuum test chamber. Natasha and Hailey were waiting there with Jessie's refitted vacuum space walk suit system.
Natasha: Hello Jessie, and Nathalie, nice to meet you!
Jessie and Nathalie both said hello. Natasha briefly introduced herself to Nathalie.
Natasha: OK, so we will do the instruction right here.
Nathalie was wearing gloves and grabbed the the system that would be strapped around and below Jessie's waist and crotch area. The key part was the higly optimized vacuum funnel and a mechanism that would push this vacuum funnel with about 40 kg of pressure from below against Jessie's crotch. The vacuum funnel was connected to a small air lock system that was usually sealed but could be opened for urination when the system was activated.
Natasha: So this is the system that you will be wearing "down there".
She briefly showed it and explained the different parts to the amazed Jessie and Nathalie.
Natasha: So, the procedure will be as follows: you cannot control this system yourself, we can control it from the ISS and from the ground station. So we will always coordinate this with you during your space walk.
Jessie: OK
Natasha: When the system is activated, it presses the funnel against your crotch area. This takes about four seconds. Then, the system performs a leak check that takes about four seconds as well. If the leak check is successful, then the air lock will open and create a connection in between your ..uh urethra and space. If this procedure is successful and the system reaches this "urination state", it will be indicated by a green light that you see in your helmet. If this green light is visible, you can start peeing.
Jessie: OK!
Natasha: It is not completely impossible that the leak check fails. In this case we try again to press the funnel against your crotch, that means we first lower the pressure and then increase it again. This should then eventually lead to a fully sealed vacuum funnel.
Jessie: OK!
Natasha: In the very unlikely case that during your ISS space walk mission we will not manage to get perfect sealing, you will have to abort the space walk and then empty your bladder inside the ISS. We think that the probability for this will be extremely low, and we will also thoroughly test this here on earth.
Jessie: OK, very good!
Natasha: OK.. That's already all the "theory" for the moment, and it is time for the uhm.. practical part.
Everybody was laughing. Jessie was wearing a dark gray NASA shirt, and by now her already over half filled giant bladder was once again very prominently bulging out.
Natasha obviously had immediately noticed Jessie's already very full bladder, and obviously it made her very excited once again. She was imagining the torrent of piss that Jessie would spray through the vacuum test chamber.
Natasha: Uhm Jessie, you look already "very" ready, are you still comfortable and is it possible for you to wait for a couple of more minutes?
Jessie: Sure, I can easily wait, I certainly do have to pee by now, but I am nowhere near desperate, so everything's fine.
Natasha: OK, great! So then we will first install your pee funnel system, then we will show you how it feels when it is activated, then we will suit you up for the vacuum chamber, and then it is show time!
Jessie: OK, sounds like a plan!
Then, Jessie had to completely undress her pants and panties such that the system could be installed. Then, Natasha helped Jessie to install the system. Jessie then tightened the belts that fixed the system against her legs and waist.
Nathalie was watching the procedure and really enjoying what she was seeing. She really enjoyed watching both the naked Jessie as well as Jessie wearing her high tech space urination system. The system was strapped around her waist. The top was elastic, so it was only pressing a little bit against Jessie's giant bulging bladder.
Nathalie: Very sexy Jessie! I love your new space underwear!
Everybody was laughing. Jessie herself felt really sexy as well. She was now really looking forward to emptying her bladder inside the vacuum chamber, as her bladder was still filling rapidly. She was looking forward to flooding the vacuum chamber while being watched by the very attractive women currently standing in the dress up room.
Natasha: Perfect! Jessie, how does the system feel, is it more or less comfortable to wear for you right now?
Jessie: Yes, absolutely! It feels really really comfortable I have to say!
Natasha: Great! That's very good to hear. OK, then I'd say we will test activate the system such that you experience the feeling when the system is activated.
Jessie: Very good!
Nathalie: But do not yet start peeing!
Everybody was laughing.
Natasha: OK, I'll activate the system.
*BRRRRRRRRRr*
A pretty loud rumbling noise hinted to the powerful hydraulic system that was activated.
Jessie: Uh.. Wow!
Natasha: How does it feel, is it uncomfortable?
Jessie: Uh.. no no, it is perfectly fine. The feeling that something is pressing so hard against your crotch is rather unusual but not uncomfortable at all.
Natasha: That's great to hear! Now the system performs a seal check..
There was a series of four very short hissing noises *PFT* *PFT* *PFT* *PFT*
Natasha: So this was not Jessie farting but the seal check.
Jessie: Hehe you don't know that for sure!
Natasha: Haha OK.. anyway, the seal check was successful, and now we are able to open the air lock inside the device.
There was another short whirring sound.
Natasha: And now the system would be in a safe configuration for urination.
Jessie: Cool! Uhm.. so far so good, sounds reasonable! It is a tad more complicated than just taking a pee into a swimming pool, but that's fine.
Natasha: OK, so now in space as long as you are in the right position and if you get the go from mission control you can empty your bladder into space.
Jessie: Great!
Natasha: Of course it is really important that in space you empty your bladder as thoroughly as possible, because we want to somewhat minimize the time that we need for pee breaks in space.
Jessie: Sure.
Natasha: Then you will communicate when you are done with peeing to mission control.
Jessie: OK sure. Just one more second, I'm nearly done!
Everybody was laughing.
Natasha: Haha OK. Then, when you are done with your virtual test pee, we will show you some more features of the system.
Jessie: OK, now I'm done.
Natasha: Great! Mission control will ask you back once if you are sure, and if you confirm, then we will first close the air lock, and then the system will depress. I'll do this now.
The system first closed the air lock with a whirring sound, and then with a rather loud *SSHHHHHHH* hissing noise depressurized.
Natasha: So how did your first virtual pee into space feel Jessie?
Jessie: Haha.. great! I think peeing into space will be a very nice experience! However, now I'm looking forward to a non-virtual pee!
Everybody was laughing.
Natasha [looking at Jessie's giant bulging bladder directly above her space urination system]: I can imagine, it looks like you are going to seriously flood our vacuum chamber! So it will take about ..uhm.. thirty minutes until you can empty your bladder for our first test urination inside the vacuum chamber. Do you think this is possible or do you want to release some pee before that?
Jessie: No no that's no problem, it was a joke. It is perfectly fine for me to wait for thirty minutes, I'm not desperate at all.
Natasha: Great! Haha Jessie and her super bladder!
Everybody was laughing again.
Natasha: OK, then we will quickly show you some of the other functions of your space urination system. We will quickly illustrate what would happen if the seal check fails. Then, the system will release pressure, a "wiggle" mechanism will try go wiggle everything into a slightly different position such that it hopefully works the next time.
The system went through the same "pressing" procedure, with the subsequent leak check.
Natasha: OK, now we simulate a failed leak check, then it will retry.
Jessie felt how the pressure reduced. Then, Jessie could feel that the vacuum funnel that was directly below her crotch was shaking with fast vibrations for half a second.
Jessie: Ah wow, I felt the wiggle mechanism!
Then the system again increased the pressure with the loud whirring sound from before. After four seconds, it again did the four seal check hissing noises, the air lock openend and again the system was configured correctly for urination.
Natasha: So, that's all for the moment. Let's deactivate the system and then suit you up for your vacuum chamber space walk.
Nathalie: ..and pee!
Everybody was laughing.
Natasha: Haha right!
Currently, Jessie was still a bit confused about how the urine would spray out of the space urination system and her space walk suit. So far, there was some part missing, there was only a connection thread and Jessie thought that probably some tube would be connected to carry her pee out of her suit into space.
And indeed, the next thing that Natasha explained was a tube like device. On one end it looked a bit like the "pee coming out" end of a shewee device, on the other end it had a very high tech looking metal part that could be connected to the port at the space urination system.
Natasha: So this is the last part of your urination system. This will be plugged in on the vacuum side of the space urination system. We are not yet exactly sure how the one will look that you will wear in space, but this is what you will use for today.
Jessie: Cool! I hope I will aim my pee into the right direction with this one!
Natasha: Yes, we will help you with that by observing you and checking that it is pointed in the right direction.
Jessie: Very good!
Natasha: You will have to relearn a few steps of suiting up Jessie for the space walks, with this system it has changed a little bit. For today I will do this.
Natasha attached the device to Jessie's space urination system.
Nathalie: Looks convenient your fix installed shewee device! Now you can pee anywhere!
Everybody was lauging.
Natasha and Nathalie helped Jessie suiting up for the vacuum chamber test urination. After about fifteen minutes Jessie was fully dressed up. By now, Jessie felt that her bladder was pretty full and that she really needed to go. She was wiggling a tiny bit with her right leg. By now, the suit was completely closed, and Natasha and Nathalie were communicating with Jessie via head sets.
Natasha: Jessie ..you seem a bit desperate, everything OK?
Jessie: Yes yes, everything is fine. I am a tiny bit desperate but I can easily hold it until my test piss.
Natasha: OK, very good. Yes this will be very soon, we are pretty much ready. As the final instruction I would like to show you the position in which you pee in the vacuum chamber, OK?
Jessie: Very good! Yes, I am really curious to find this out!
The three women walked towards the currently open and normally pressurized vacuum chamber. They entered, and Jessie and Nathalie noticed a large about 1.5 meter diameter and 20 cm high cylindric container made from transparent plastic.
Jessie: OK, I guess that's where I should aim my pee into?
Natasha: Exactly. Btw. it is absolutely no problem if for some reason there will be pee outside of this container, but we thought it might be easier to clean up with this.
Jessie: Sure, let's see if my aim is good enough!
Natasha: Haha we will help you, if you miss then it will be our fault. I will show you now the position in which we want you to try to urinate.
Jessie: OK!
Next to the container was a construction with metallic wall bars that were not vertical but slightly tilted towards the direction of the pee container. Jessie already had some idea about the position.
Natasha: We thought is might be a good idea to somewhat mimic the position that you will take inside the pool and then in space.
One of the wall bars was marked in red. Natasha grabbed that bar with her hands, had her feet on one of the lower wall bars, and was hanging over the container on the floor.
Natasha: We want you to try to urinate in this hanging position where you hang from this red-marked bar like this. Do you think you can do this?
Nathalie: Wow that's a sexy peeing position!
Everybody was lauging.
Jessie: Haha that's indeed an interesting position! I guess I can do this. I think I never before peed in this position, but I'm looking forward to try!
Natasha stepped down from the wall bars.
Natasha: Very good! OK, so then can you try to go into this position quickly to see if this works? Then we will leave the chamber and depressurize, and then you can go back into this position and pee.
Jessie: Sounds great! OK, I'll try!
Jessie grabbed the red-marked wall bar and climbed into position.
Natasha: Perfect, that's the optimal position.
Jessie: Very good! Wow this feels like a very comfortable position for urinating! Really looking forward to do this, I think this will be a very good test piss!
Natasha: Haha we are sure that you will do a very good test piss! OK, then let's get out of here such that we can perform the first vacuum urination test!
Jessie had immediately noticed several expensive looking cameras that were pointed towards her pee spot from all directions. Once again this was a very well supervised NASA peeing experience for Jessie, and she was absolutely looking forward to taking a massive piss inside the vacuum chamber.
Natasha and Nathalie left the vacuum chamber.
Natasha: Good luck for your test piss!
Jessie: Thanks!
Nathalie: And have lots of fun!
Jessie: Sure, I will! you too, enjoy the show!
Everybody was laughing, and Natasha closed the door of the vacuum chamber.
Natasha: OK, it will take about 4 minutes until we have depressurized to vacuum, and then you can finally pee.
Jessie: Great!
A pretty loud noise started and indicated that the depressurization had started.
Natasha and Nathalie entered the control room of the vacuum chamber. Natasha turned on the cameras that they had set up. In total twelve large screens showed Jessie's test pee setup from various angles. Jessie noticed that red lights lighted up in all of the cameras around her dedicated pee spot.
Nathalie: Yay! Front row seats for Jessie's pee!
Jessie: Haha.. are you sure that you set up enough cams for capturing everything?
Natasha: Sorry for that.. We really want to make sure that this system will work correctly and safe. We hope that you are not pee shy and can pee despite of all the cameras?
Jessie: Haha sure I don't think this will be a problem. And I was joking of course, I am extremely grateful that you guys do such a fantastic job! I really appreciate all the effort that all of the engineering teams put into this project.
Natasha: Haha very good! Btw. your suit is performing nominally, everything looks good. We are a bit over two minutes from full depresserization.
Jessie: That's great to hear! I'm feeling rather full by now, this will be a lot of pee today!..
Natasha: Haha we hope that you can make it for two more minutes!
Nathalie: Haha can we simulate some technical problem? I'd love to watch sexy Jessie do some pee dance inside the vacuum chamber!
Jessie: Haha Nathalie you are a naughty naughty girl!
Everybody was laughing.
Natasha: No I think poor Jessie is desperate enough and it is time that we let her relieve herself.
Jessie was feeling pretty desperate and was slightly wipping up and down with her legs. She was really excited about the things to come. She was very much looking forward to taking a massive pee in that weird hanging position that NASA's urination system engineers wanted, being watched by Nathalie, Natasha, and also tons of other people at NASA.
Nathalie: Haha wow look! Jessie is doing a bit of an astronaut's pee dance! Yes then it is really about time!
Natasha herself was also super excited about the situation and feeling very horny because of the expectation to see a very sexy and very huge pee by Jessie. She was very much fascinated by Jessie, her bladder and her peeing abilities.
Natasha: We are at 100 millbar pressure. Your suit is still performing nominally. Jessie can you hold it for two more minutes?
Jessie: Sure!
Natasha: Great, we try to reach 50 millibar pressure, that would be optimal conditions for this test.
Both in the control room as well as inside the vacuum chamber there were displays showing the current pressure. It slowly continued to decrease towards the target 50 millibar.
Nobody was currently talking, the three women watched the number on the pressure display decrease.
Jessie started to do a little bit of a pee dance, she rhythmically shifted her upper body around a tiny bit. For one reason because she was indeed pretty desperate, but also to give Nathalie and Natasha a good show.
Nathalie: Oh no poor Jessie! You are a big astronaut, you can hold it for one more minute!
Jessie: Haha no worries, I can absolutely hold it.
Natasha got more and more excited, for one because she (also) really enjoyed to watch desperate Jessie holding all that pee inside her giant bladder, but also because now the epic vacuum chamber test piss was really close.
Natasha: 50 mbar! We are there! OK! Then I guess it is your turn now, Jessie!
Jessie: Great! Thank god! I can really use a little pee break right now!
Natasha: OK, so then if you are ready for urinating, then please take the hanging position as before, then we will try to bring your space urination system into the configuration for urination.
Jessie: OK! Uhm.. one last question, should I stop peeing at some point or is it OK if I completely empty my bladder?
Natasha: Ah good point! Please completely empty your bladder! For the next test we will anyway first finish the installation of the system, so you will have enough time to fill up again. And then there is another technical reason why we want to restart with an empty bladder that we will explain later.
Jessie: OK, great! Then you will see lots of piss! I hope I won't overflow your container!
Natasha: Haha that wouldn't be any problem, but I think it's volume is 500 liter or so, so even for you this will be tough to do.
Jessie: Haha OK, I'll try my best! I first have to manage to hit it!
Natasha: Haha yes, as I said, we will help you with this.
Jessie: OK, great. So then let's start with this test!
Jessie took a deep breath and climbed into position, by grabbing the red marked cross bar, putting her feet also onto a cross bar. The shewee-like pipe that stood out of her crotch was aimed perfectly at the center of the large plastic container on the floor.
Jessie: OK, so is this position right?
Natasha: Yes, that's perfect. OK, so then we will initiate the switch to peeing configuration. Jessie please do not yet start to urinate!
Jessie: Haha sure! Thanks a lot for activating my science fiction pee system!
Jessie saw in the HUD display of the helmet an orange text "Switching to Urination Mode" and a large orange "PLEASE STAND BY". She then felt how the hydraulics in the system worked and how the vacuum pee funnel was pressed against her crotch.
Jessie: Wow so cool, really exciting!
She then noticed the four short bursts of some gas flow that happened for the seal check. She saw a green checkmark and the green text "SEAL CHECK OK". Of course the "[PLEASE STAND BY]" was still in place.
Natasha: OK great! Seal check was complete, now we can open the air lock and then you can try to start urinating!
Jessie: Great, then please do that!
Natasha: Sure! I activate the air lock.
Jessie felt in her lower body some vibrations that indicated that the air lock was doing something. After a short moment, her HUD display changed again. A green text "Air lock in urination mode" appeared, and the large orange "[PLEASE STAND BY]" turned into a green "[READY FOR URINATION]".
Natasha: OK, everything is ready, it is now safe to urinate. I think the last thing that I can say right now is "Fire at Will!".
Jessie: Haha OK! Great! Uhm.. yes I'll start in a second.. Uhm.. one last question: I feel like I have a lot of pressure and probably will pee very forcefully. Is there some problem with this, can this somehow break the system?
Natasha: Thanks for asking! No you can pee as powerful as you want, the system is very tightly sealed, there is zero danger that something could go wrong.
Jessie: OK Great! Thanks! Uhm.. is this the position right, am I aiming into the right direction?
Natasha: Yes, you are spot on! Haha not so shy, you can just let it rip! Please show us what you've got!
Jessie: Haha! Uhm.. sure! I will!.. Uhm.. hmm..
For the next ten seconds everyone was just waiting for Jessie's pee stream to start.
Jessie: Uhm.. I really really need to go, but I currently have a tiny bit of trouble to start..
Natasha: OK! Do you think you can urinate in this position?
Jessie: Yes yes absolutely! It is not really the position, I just currently cannot start.
Natasha: Ah OK, that's no problem at all. Then please for a second do not at all think about peeing and relax! There is no hurry at all!
Jessie: OK, I'll try!
Nathalie: I think I can fix this! Jessie, please take a deep breath!
Jessie: OK!
Nathalie: And then please try to focus on the sensation that you feel on your wrists!
Jessie: Uhm.. OK!
Nathalie: And continue to breath regularly! Can you feel your wrists?
Jessie: Uhm.. yes, kind of.
After a few seconds
Nathalie: Very good, then now try to focus on the sensation that you feel on your calf!
Jessie: Uhm.. OK?
Nathalie: Please focus as hard as you can. You can clearly feel your suit touching your calfs, right?
Jessie: Uhm.. yes, sure.
Nathalie: Great! Focus very much on that!
Jessie: OK..
Nathalie: OK, then Jessie, please take a few more deep breaths!
Jessie: OK! *breathing slowly in and out*
Nathalie: ok now.. do you still need to pee?
And Jessie suddenly noticed again her very full bladder, the huge pressure and her urgent need to relieve herself. Now there was no holding back, Jessie was relaxed enough such that her bladder could start emptying itself.
Jessie: Oooohh!!....
Pretty much immediately Jessie started to pee. Jessie felt this huge pressure inside of her. At first she started to pee with a normal stream, but after a few moments she could release urine at a very high flow rate.
Nathalie and Natasha were happy that this had worked so well. They really enjoyed the moment when Jessie released the first amounts of pee and a nice stream of pee started to shoot out of her. The direction of the tip where Jessie's pee came out was a few degrees away from vertical, so at first her stream had a slightly "ballistic" curve, meaning that it was not just going straight. After a few moments, when Jessie started to go full stream, the pee stream turned pretty much into a 1 cm thick laser stream of pee that did go 100 straight and hit the plastic container that was collecting all the pee with very high force.
Jessie: Ahhhhh!! oohh.. I really needed that!..
A laser stream of pee continued to shoot out of Jessie, hitting pretty much the center of the container below her.
Natasha and Nathalie attentively observed Jessie finally relieving herself. Both of them were feeling really happy and excited and did not say anything.
After Jessie had experienced the first wave of tremendous relief after releasing a little bit of pressue, she noticed that her HUD display showed a new text "[URINATING]" and to the next statistics of her pee. It was currently showing [600ml, 55ml/s, max 90ml/s].
Jessie: Wow! Live telemetry of my pee! So cool!
By now, Natasha and Nathalie also were again able to speak. However, they both were watching closely on multiple screens the torrents of pee shooting out of Jessie.
Natasha: Haha yes! We have that too! Great peeing so far!
Jessie: Haha thanks! Ahhh.. there will be quite a bit more of peeing..
Nathalie: Haha yay! Very good pissing you sexy astronaut!
Jessie: Haha thanks for your help! That was very convincing, I had to pee sooo bad after your meditation trick.
Nathalie: Haha I'm glad that it worked so well!
Jessie was relentlessly shooting out a forceful stream of pee. The telemetry showed now [1250ml, 40ml/s, max 90ml/s]
Jessie was feeling extremely happy and horny. She was thoroughly enjoying her tremendous pee. Of course she wanted to find out if she could again max out the flow rate measurement system.
Jessie: I still really really need to go, let's see if your system really can handle very powerful peeing..
Jessie started to hold back her stream, to increase the feeling of pressure inside her. The telemetry now showed [1550ml, 15ml/s, max 90ml/s], and also the pee stream looked significantly thinner than the massive stream from before. Then Jessie let her pee out at maximum force.
Jessie: Ahhhhh!!!!
For the next three seconds a tremendous stream of piss shot out of Jessie. After Jessie's burst of pee was over, the telemetry probably correctly showed her maximum flow rate [1950ml,30ml/s,max 185ml/s]
Nathalie: Wow Jessie! You are the best pisser in the world, you have peed now over two liters and you are still going!
Jessie: Haha of course I am! Haha and it seems that everything is still working fine and this system can handle my bladder output! It seems that I could not even max out the flow meter this time!
Natasha: Haha yes the test is very successful so far! And your peeing is once again just amazing! How is your peeing experience so far?
Jessie: It feels really great! I don't have anything to complain about, this is certainly one of the most fun pees of my life!
Nathalie: Haha so cool, and we can watch it!
Jessie was still peeing.
Jessie: Haha it is also so much fun because all of you are watching!
Nathalie: Haha you are a naughty naughty girl as well, Jessie!
Jessie: Haha I know.
Jessie was still urinating. The telemetry now showed [2225ml,25ml/s,max 185ml/s]
Nathalie: And one that is peeing very very large amounts, wow you are still going!..
Jessie: Hehe enjoying the show?
Nathalie: Very much, that's exactly what I paid for!
Jessie: Ahhh.. but that's the last drops!
After a few more seconds the stream coming out of the tip of Jessie's pee device stopped.
The pee telemetry showed [2395ml,0ml/s,max 185ml/s]
Natasha: OK, great, amazing piss! Now please take your time to make sure that your bladder is really empty, and then we can deactivate the urination mode.
Jessie: OK!
After a few seconds, Jessie confirmed: Uhm yes, I am all done! You can deactivate the urination mode!
Natasha: Alright! Deactivate!
Jessie felt the by now already familiar hydraulic operations around her crotch area. her HUD display informed her that urination mode was deactivated, and that the system was changing back to the normal mode.
A few seconds later Jessie's space suit was back in normal mode.
Jessie made some up and down movements with her body trying to shake of residual pee from the tip of her pee exit.
Jessie: Shaking it off? Or is that not necessary?
Natasha: Haha.. uhm.. for the moment that's not necessary. To be fair, we have not yet 100 percent worked out the full procedure. We will think about this today and in the next days.
Nathalie: Wow Jessie! You really did manage to not overflow the container it seems! That's a first!
Everybody was laughing. The large cylindric container was filled with maybe 1.5 cm of Jessie's pee.
Natasha: OK great! Everything worked perfectly during this first test it seems! That's very good!
Jessie: Oh yes, this was very good, I feel much better now!
Natasha: Haha very good! OK, then we are done for now. We will repressurize and then you can leave and you are done for the moment. I will head over to engineering and join my team, they are finalizing and testing your refitted underwater suit.
Jessie: Great! Thanks for all your efforts, and then I guess see you later at the training pool!
Natasha: Thanks as well! Yes, see you there, hopefully for the next successful test piss!
Jessie: Looking forward to it! I'll bring a bladder full of pee, you bring your science fiction pee system!
Natasha: Great! We'll do our best, but we still have some final testing to do, so we are not exactly sure when we are ready.
And with this Natasha left and headed out, to join her team working on Jessie's underwater suit.
Then they repressurized the vacuum chamber. After that Jessie left the chamber and then Joanna and Nathalie helped Jessie to get out of her space suit. The last step was dismounting Jessie's high tech space urination system. Joanna explained to Jessie and Nathalie how to do this. After that, Jessie got dressed again.
Joanna explained to Jessie and Nathalie how to clean the system correctly after a space walk to ensure that it stayed 100% sterile. Joanna then gave some further explanation about how to mount and dismount the system. After this, the two astronauts were done for the moment, except for one special procedure for Jessie.. |
Just a quick something I'm working on.
"First day..." the girl muttered to herself. Her maid outfit seemed demeaning, she thought, even though she was going to be a literal maid, for a very wealthy family, at that. She'd freshly turned 19, had recently cut all her long hair into a pixie cut and dyed it bright purple - lets say her last breakup was tough - and she got her new job, cleaning a large house in the rich part of her small town. She opened and entered the side door of the house, letting herself inside as she quickly tied her white apron around her small waist. The apron, along with the short, poofy black dress laid nicely on her small waist and wide hips, with the low, square neckline showing off her cleavage nicely. She thought it was all a little too impractical, especially since she would be cleaning the whole time.
She sighed and rubbed her hands together as she waited until exactly 8 a.m. to open the door to the main room, which her maidsquarters lead directly into. They lacked a bathroom, and her anxiety made her desperately need to use the toilet. She ignored it though, walking straight into the living room to find a note left on the table, presumably by the owners.
"Hello,
We apologize for not being at home to welcome you - family business comes first.
You will see a list of tasks in each room that you should complete while we are gone - please complete each task thoroughly and completely.
We have left our eldest son to watch the home. He does not like to be bothered.
Good luck,
The Marrisons"
That was a lot of information, she thinks to herself, as she folds the note and slips it into a small pocket sewn onto her apron. Immediately after reading, she chose to get to work - she only had so long until the family would arrive back home. She walks to the kitchen and finds a note there, reading simply, "Wash and put away the dishes. Clean the countertops. Sanitize the handles."
Seemed easy enough. She walks over to the sink, cringing and squeezing her legs together as she begins to run the hot water into the sink. She pulls on dish gloves and gets to quick work - the heat on her hands combined with the sound of running water made holding her bladder incredibly difficult, but she chose to power through, quickly finishing the dishes. THe entire time, however, she feels a presence watching her. it's hard, but she chooses to ignore it as well. Along with her bladder, it was a little thing that didn't matter - at least not yet. She took a hot cloth with cleaner on it and began to wipe down the cabinet, fridge, and pantry handles, making quick work of her chores, mostly in hopes she would get to a bathroom soon enough. She then leaned over and started wiping down the brown granite countertops, her bladder brushing the edge of the counter, making her wince.
"Ah..." She stopped for a moment and held her hand between her legs. "Nearly done with this room, then, the toilet." She murmured to herself.
She quickly wrings out the towel over the sink, the dripping making her whine, and she throws it into the washing machine. She walks towards the main room when she hears
"Hey, mind throwing these in the washer real quick?" She startles and yelps, before looking up to see a handsome young man staring back at her. He has green eyes and black hair that covers his face, he's shirtless, and that is all she can think about.
"Of course!" She says, bowing her head slightly and taking his soiled clothes and throwing them in the washing machine, quickly adding some detergent and softener and shutting the door. She turns around, eager to use the bathroom, only to be met with the dark-haired man again - this time, right in front of her, easily a foot and a half taller, cornering her against the washer.
"Where are you going?" He says, his voice deep and soothing.
"No where! What do you need done?" She sighs inside her head and looks up at him.
"Do you mind if I..." He reaches down and touches her hair, running his fingers through it. She melts at the sudden touch, looking up with puppy eyes at the towering figure. "Aw, you're well behaved, hm?"
She looks at him with glee. "What can I do for you?"
He pushes her head down, suddenly more rough as she falls to her knees - she winces at the sudden movement, a strong urge overtaking her bladder - she even goes a little bit in her panties. She whines at the large dick before her - looking up at him.
"Everything alright?" He says, genuine concern in his voice.
"Yes." She wraps her mouth around his member and starts sucking and licking, it taking up all the space in her mouth. She goes quickly and quietly, taking as much as she can, it bulging in her throat. He quickly takes her off of it, struggling to hold his orgasm back. She stands and he takes her lips, kissing her rough and pushing her against the washer, before quickly lifting her onto it.
"Please, can I just quickly-"
"Go to the bathroom? No."
She whines as he spreads her legs, immensely increasing her need. He leans down and starts eating her out, quickly, rougher than she is used to. Her bladder pulsates with each lick, sending her quickly to orgasm - too quickly for her, as she moans louder and louder, gripping his hair in her hands. She throws her head back as she gets closer and closer.
"Please -ah, ah, ah, ah!"
He turns on the washer, the vibrations sending her quickly over the edge, her orgasm stronger than ever before because of her full bladder. He licks her clean and pulls his head away as she quickly pulls her legs back together to hold in her ever-growing need to piss.
He quickly picks her up and wraps her legs around him. He feels warmth where her crotch touches his stomach.
"Wait," He commands, and she whines desperately as the flow stops.
He carries her, effortlessly, upstairs and throws her onto the bed on her back. She quickly pulls her dress over her head, revealing her whole self to him - large breasts, a small waist, perfect skin, a shaven pussy - which he quickly pushes himself into. His dick is girthy, and she cries out as he rams into her bladder through her vagina.
"Ah, ah! Please, I have to-"
He continues, pounding into her pussy, as piss leaks out with each stroke. Each beat makes her moan, as her full bladder intensifies all her feelings of arousal and pleasure - she can barely get air in between her noises.
"mm, mmm, mm, ma, ah, ah, ah, aaah!"
She comes again, at the same time as he shoots his load into her. He pulls out and she fully releases her bladder onto his dick and the bed, soaking quickly through all the sheets.
They catch their breath as her stream steadily slows, her moaning with pleasure at the release.
She looks up at him, then at the soaked bed.
"I have a lot of laundry to do." |
Here's a bit of Overwatch omorashi fanfic for everyone!
"Thanks for coming to help me out, Brigitte!" D.va cheered as she embraced her friend.
"Oh, no problem! It's not everyday that the legendary D.va asks you for help. And co-piloting a tandem prototype mech-- count me in!" Brigitte beamed. "Plus, I look great in this outfit you got for me." D.va was wearing her usual purple and black one-piece jumpsuit and had provided a matching one in yellow for Brigitte.
"L O L, heh heh. It's gonna be epic. And you can call me Hana. Don't need to be so formal."
"Oh, okay! So how do we get started, Hana?" Brigitte asked as she inspected the mech they'd be testing out. It was larger than the one she'd always seen D.va flying around in, but it wasn't quite twice the size as she had expected. "Looks a little cramped," Brigitte observed as she noted the small cockpit.
"It'll be a tight fit, but we'll manage," D.va assured her. "You climb in first and I'll head in after you.
"Can do!" Brigitte replied as she seated herself in position. "I guess hop on in and get comfortable," she laughed. D.va seated herself shortly after, though not without some struggle. "Wow, you're basically sitting on my lap," Brigitte remarked.
"It's cozy," D.va giggled. "Get ready, we're about to be go for launch."
"I was born ready, I'm pumped! I've never flown a mech before but if I already understand engineering it should be a cinch, right?"
"I like that positive attitude. There's a bit more to it than just pressing buttons though," D.va replied.
"It'll be fine. I mean, how hard could it be?"
(1 hour later)
*Error* *Error*
*Power reserves depleted*
*Proceeding to standby mode*
"You just had to say it'd be easy, didn't you?" D.va sighed.
"Hey, I'm not the one who started throwing all the experimental switches," Brigitte responded.
"That's the point of testing them out!"
"You accidentally locked us in though! And now we don't even have enough energy to get back. We're going to be out here for days!" Brigitte took a moment to collect her breath and her thoughts. "It's okay. It's fine. We'll just stay calm and figure this out together."
"You know what, you're right. No reason to get tilted. We'll put our heads together on this one," D.va said as she shifted in her seat to adjust some of the mech's settings. D.va's movement pressed against Brigitte in a way that she wasn't expecting and Brigitte noticed pressure mounting inside her.
"Oh. Oh no, don't do that," Brigitte warned.
"What? I'm trying to solve our problem."
"We'll, I'm afraid we might have a new one," Brigitte blushed. "You just pressed down on my bladder and I just realized I've really got to pee soon."
"Oh no, not in here- this thing is brand new!" D.va responded.
"I know, I'm going to do my best to hold it but who knows how long we'll be stuck? I knew I shouldn't have had that extra cup of coffee this morning. And you know... if we're in here too long you might run into the same problem," Brigitte added. She squirmed a bit to try to alleviate some of the pressure but still found herself uncomfortable. D.va being on her lap did little to help the situation.
"O M G, I didn't want to say anything because I was hoping we could get out of here soon, but it's going to be a problem for me too," D.va admitted.
"Okay, then let's focus. What do we need to do?" Brigitte asked, trying to suppress her newfound desperation.
"If we can reroute the remaining power maybe I can force the hatch open with it," D.va explained as she attempted to cross her legs. She found it next to impossible with what little legroom she had though.
"Maybe you can eject us?" Brigitte asked as she squeezed her legs together. Each passing moment only added to her discomfort.
"That's one of the many features malfunctioning right now, unfortunately," D.va sighed. "I'd much prefer to make sure we do this safely."
D.va proceeded to make some adjustments to the controls in the hopes of rectifying their situation. Brigitte hoped that whatever D.va was doing would be quick though because every slight bit of movement set off little ripples of pressure on her already full bladder.
*Activating thrusters*
"Damn it!" D.va exclaimed. The mech bolted forward for a few seconds and then tumbled onto its side. Brigitte and D.va, likewise, found themselves laying side by side in the cockpit.
"Oh no, that's about to do it... I'm... I can't believe I'm going to wet myself in here," Brigitte whined.
"That almost set me off too, but hold it! If you let it all out now then it's Game Over GG for me too, I just know it," D.va wailed.
*Powering down*
"Well that's less than ideal," Brigitte joked. "These suits are absorbent, right? Maybe it'll hold everything in like a spacesuit or something." As if to test her theory, Brigitte felt a small spurt escape which dampened her panties.
"It's a flight suit, not a wet suit!" D.va chided. She could feel herself starting to lose control which was only exacerbated by the light bit of wetness she could now feel behind her.
"No, we can't do this here. It's so embarrassing. We've got to hold out. We can do it!" Brigitte tried to keep her upbeat attitude even though she felt like she'd have to let it all out any second.
"I can't hold it anymore!" D.va shouted. "Brigitte, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry..." D.va buried her face in her hand and a steady stream of pee started to leak out of her. She used her other hand to press down on her crotch in the hopes of stopping the flow.
Brigitte wrinkled her nose as the aroma of D.va's urine filled the cockpit. She could feel the wetness against her body as D.va's pee started soaking into both of their flight suits.
"Wow. Wow, that smells salty. What on earth did you eat?" Brigitte laughed. She knew she was only moments away from sharing her friend's embarrassment so she tried to make light of the situation.
"About 5 cup ramen," D.va blushed. She elbowed Brigitte slightly for poking fun at her. They both laughed at the exchange.
"Oof. Oh no, here it comes," Brigitte warned. She didn't have the luxury of holding anything back with her hands since D.va was pressed against her so closely. She felt a small spurt soak through, then a larger one.
Brigitte closed her eyes and resigned herself to her fate. A steady stream of urine pooled between them as Brigitte let it all go. The sound of droplets against the metal bits of the mech were reminiscent of rainfall hitting the roof on a rainy day.
"Oh no, not you too. This is so awkward." D.va said.
"Ahhh, at least that's one less thing to worry about," Brigitte chimed in. "It's okay, Hana, just let it out. We'll deal with getting cleaned up after we get out of here."
The last remaining bit of D.va's willpower eroded and she joined Brigitte in thoroughly and completely wetting herself. They both sighed in relief for a few moments as their pee soaked into each other's clothing and the excess puddled beneath them. The torrent of urine lasted for a full minute before subsiding to a trickle, and then, nothing.
"I can't believe I just pissed myself in front of someone else," D.va said, breaking the silence.
"Hey, you're not the only one," Brigitte reminded her. "At least we're in this together. I'm just glad no one else is here to see us like this."
"S M H, that's a brilliant idea, why didn't I think of that sooner?"
"Oh no, please don't tell me you're thinking of-"
"Calling someone for help!" D.va interrupted. "We can use the last bit of power to send out a distress call to someone on the team!"
"I don't like where this is going," Brigitte added. "We can't call just anyone. Who did you have in mind?"
"Torbjorn would be able to get us out of here in no time," D.va suggested.
"I can't let Papa see me like this, I'd be mortified!" Brigitte protested. The idea of anyone seeing her soaked in her own pee was embarrassing enough without adding her father into the mix.
"Who do you suggest then?" D.va asked.
"Maybe Winston?" Brigitte suggested.
"Oh no, he'd just make dumb jokes about it," D.va replied.
"Same goes for Baptiste."
"Tracer would just laugh at us nonstop," D.va surmised.
"Too true," Brigitte acknowledged.
"I've got it!" D.va shouted. "Let's call Orisa."
"Oh, dear, sweet Orisa. She'd have the know how and she'd be so kind to us about everything. Orisa is a go!" Brigitte agreed.
D.va flipped the switch to turn the mech back on, hoping she'd have enough power to send out her message. She wasted no time in calling Orisa as soon as the display lit up. She adjusted the camera to make sure just their faces would be visible and not the entire embarrassing scene.
"Greetings, D.va. And Brigitte as well. What do I owe the pleasure?" Orisa said as the video feed went live.
"Orisa, we've got ourselves in a bit of trouble!" D.va started talking a mile a minute. "Brigitte and I are about an hour's flight North of my workshop and we've been trapped inside my new mech for awhile now and I really need you to come here and find a way to get us out as soon as you can. Pretty please! Oh, and come alone. No reason to worry anyone else on the team-"
"Hana!" Brigitte butted in.
"Sorry, what?"
"The power dropped already. She's gone," Brigitte informed her.
"How much of that do you think she got?" D.va asked.
"I think somewhere between us being in trouble and where we're at. She's smart though, she'll figure it out." Brigitte replied.
"I hope so."
(2 hours later)
D.va and Brigitte waited patiently for Orisa to arrive. The once warm sensation of the urine which coated their clothes and the cockpit had turned much colder in the time between. Just when they were about to give up hoping that Orisa actually got their message, the mech started to shake and right itself.
"O M G, we're saved!" D.va shouted gleefully.
Her cheers filled the cockpit for just a moment as the hatch sprung open to reveal a full strike team of Overwatch members standing before them. At a glance they could see Soldier 76, Lucio, and Tracer all at the ready.
"I heard you were in distress but the message was cut short. I assembled the team to prevent further harm from coming to you," Orisa explained.
"Oh no!" Brigitte shouted as both she and D.va tried to cover up their accidents.
"Your fluids appear to be leaking, and your faces are flush," Orisa observed. "Do you require medical attention?"
Soldier smirked but said nothing. Tracer tried to stifle a laugh but failed and then doubled over, cackling all the way down.
"I'm so embarrassed right now..." Brigitte whimpered.
"Gg," D.va hung her head and gave up trying to cover herself.
After a few awkward moments of silence Lucio finally stepped forward and gently placed his hands on Brigitte and D.va's shoulders.
"Come on, let's go get you two cleaned up."
"Thanks, Lucio," Brigitte smiled. "You're a real sweetheart."
Edited November 26, 2021 by Blindfight
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This is an alteration to my previous short story - an alteration that results in a more unfortunate event for the main subject than what already happened before.
Link to the first version
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Mali [F] - 19 y/o, enjoys omo kinks without realizing it herself; often finds herself in situations to realize this liking.
Yuta [M] - unimportant this time, merely acts as the reason Mali can't go.
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It's late summer, hot as always, with a need to hydrate as a higher priority than at other times of the year. Mali is aware of this, and drinks often at her summer-exclusive job as a food stand cashier on a peer in her neighboring town. Today she wears her employee T-shirt and jean shorts to accommodate for the heat while appearing somewhat job-formal. Having gone through the day, she was allowed bathroom breaks but couldn't find an opportunity to take her leave with all the business the stand was getting during the day. Getting to her car to head home, Mali was well aware that she needed to go, but brushed it off believing she'd be ok to get home in time to use her bathroom. She started off on her nearly 30 minute drive home, an increasing need to go growing on her. Upon arriving home and exiting her car, she couldn't stand straight up and down, the pressure on her stomach nearly too great.
"Shiiiiiiit this is more urgent than it needed to be," she sighs.
Subtly stumbling towards her home, she unlocks her door, sets down her bag on a table chair and heads towards her bathroom. She finds it with its door closed to her surprise, listens in, and remembers that her boyfriend Yuta was stopping over that day. Nonchalantly blasting music, Yuta takes a lukewarm shower to cool himself off on the hot day. Door locked, Mali jiggles the knob, asking Yuta to open up. No reply. Mali tugs at the doorknob, her voice becoming shakier, again asking Yuta to get in. Again, no reply follows. She bangs on the door, urgently demanding that Yuta opens the door to let her go. Incidentally, Yuta is listening to metal, and perceives Mali's bangs as the drums in his music. Once again, she gets no reply.
"God damnit!" she exclaims. "Shitshitshitshitshit how did I forget he'd be here. How is he this deaf?!"
Mali's legs now tremble, cross, shift and move around restlessly. Yuta showers continuously. Mali begins to consider her options. Hope to wait until Yuta stops his shower, wait to no avail and wet herself on the spot, or find some other way to let it all out. She tries to wait longer.
5 minutes pass, and Mali is forced to cover her crotch with her hand in attempt to prevent her leakage. However, she shortly finds this tactic useless.
Spurt. Fsh.
"NggGHH~" she whimpers as she leaks.
Though it was slight, it was enough for her hand to feel moisture, half seeping through her jeans. Her knees are now together, her legs spread apart on an angle. She lets out quick breaths controlling herself to the best of her ability at this point. In desperation she now waddles away from the bathroom door, refusing to wait for Yuta any longer. Her steps are heavy and serve no other purpose than to move her from point A to point B. She enters her kitchen and scans her surroundings. She spots an empty vase, and sets her eyes upon it. At this very moment, Yuta turns off the water to his shower as well as his music.
Mali notices. "FCK......I'm killing him later."
She's too far from the bathroom to make it though, and once again lays her eyes on the vase. She walks over steadily, using her countertop and table to act as stability. Mali grabs the vase and gives herself some room to do her deed. Her breaths heavy, she bends her top half over to undo her belt buckle, stretching barely too far, sending her beyond the point of return. The pressure in her bladder gives in as its pressed in front of her.
"ahfuck" she exhales.
Throwing down her jean shorts, her panties begin rapidly filling, soaking, dripping, and streaming. Mali reaches for her vase, clamping it between her legs. Shaking, she pulls down her panties as far as they reach down before hitting the vase. Her jeans damp at her ankles, vase awkwardly positioned, and her panties only half out of her way, she loses control. Her pee trickles behind her, onto her panties, into the vase and in front of the vase as she continues to shake in her state of panic and desperation. She shifts herself to grab hold of the vase, when a sudden jolt of her body tips the vase, unlodging it between her legs. It falls, still filling with pee on its way down.
"SHIT" she shouts.
Leaning forward trying to catch it, she loses balance under her still pressured bladder and trips onto her knees. Clank clank CRASH. Her precious vase shatters. Mali continues to pee, having lost all control and motor functions for a brief moment, a stream starts flooding out behind her. She moans and whimpers simultaneously, having lost her source of salvation. She squirms to get back up doing her absolute best to prevent anything more that she can while her jeans, now thoroughly soaked, keep her legs mostly bonded.
Mali tries to no avail. Having to both maneuver around broken glass and try to stand though such intense lower body stimulation, she has no other option to conform. Covering her crotch up, as a form of her last instinct to have any effect at all, bears no fruit. Golden rain continuously floods and gushes through her hands and fingers, splashing, into her panties, jeans, on the floor and onto her legs, as if she was trying to get it everywhere. A yellow puddle forms on the kitchen floor, expanding rapidly, almost arriving at her grounded shoulders.
After what felt like an eternity, the pressure slowed, and Mali broke from her trance, shocked from the whole ordeal, she simply stared, speechless. Yuta unlocks the bathroom door and walks out. He heads towards the kitchen having heard the ruckus. The two make eye contact.
He simply comments: "Hot."
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Post story: Yuta gets face-slapped multiple times in rapid succession with pee-covered hands. |
Howdy everyone! Here's a story I just sort of jotted down a couple days ago after getting baked and listening to a whole ton of 60's psychedelic and folk rock. I feel like I got kind of lazy towards the end, and I'm not entirely sure where the story is going to go next but hopefully you all enjoy the premise! Feel free to give me suggestions on where to take the story....I'm not really planning anything in advance, just letting the story come the way it comes. Enjoy!
The Hippie with the Iron Bladder
Los Angeles, 1967
“Hallways and staircases every day to climb, to go up to my white walled room out on the end of time,” rang Gene Clark’s poetic serenade of adoration, accompanied by the soaring harmonies of David Crosby and Jim McGuinn. McGuinn’s jangly Rickenbacker solo filled the room with a warm, bright sound, to which a young flower child by the name of Tess Karuna blissfully awoke. The skinny, long-haired, bearded guitarist she had just spent the night with was nowhere to be found, but the scent of bacon and pot smoke coming from the kitchen was a pretty clear indication of where he had gone. Tess rolled out of bed and slipped into her underwear. She was almost tempted to use the toilet on her way out.
Almost.
Tess swayed into the kitchen and leaned up against the support beam. Her date, looking just as disheveled and ruggedly handsome as he had when she’d first laid her eyes on him at his band’s show the night before, stood at the stove in nothing but his underpants, cooking bacon and eggs with one hand and holding a joint in the other. She stared at his ass while he subtly swayed his hips to the Byrds. Meanwhile, she was swaying her hips too, but for a slightly different reason. It had been over 12 hours since she had last emptied her bladder. This was something that Tess regularly did - she frequently attended rock concerts and would never even think of using the toilets at a show. They were always disgusting, and she knew she was capable of holding it for long periods of time anyway. This time, she hadn’t anticipated that she’d end up in bed with one of the band members. She felt it kind of rude to just use some guy’s toilet without him offering it first.
Tess walked up to her date and smacked his ass.
“Good morning handsome,” Tess said, smirking at him.
“Oh, hey,” he said, smiling back.
“Gonna share?” Tess asked, gesturing to the joint in his hand. He handed it to her. She took a deep drag of smoke and held it in for a few seconds before coughing her lungs away. Each cough felt like a knife stabbing her directly in the bladder, and she had to cross her legs to keep herself from pissing all over her date’s shag carpet.
“You’re gonna really feel that in a minute,” the slacker musician laughed. He grabbed one of the two glasses of water he had already poured for himself and Tess, and handed it to her. “Here.” he said.
Tess gulped the water down. It helped a little, but she knew her bladder would not be happy with her for filling it up even more instead of emptying it like it desperately wanted her to do. Nothing Tess couldn’t handle. She’d been fuller before. Tess had always had a mindset that she was the one who controls her bladder, not the other way around. There was no way just a little more water would be enough for Tess to give in to those animalistic urges.
No, she was far more preoccupied thinking about her other animalistic urges. Her date was exactly her type. Just scraggly enough to turn her on, just well put-together enough to be presentable in public. Both were hippies; children of the counterculture. He was a member of a local rock and roll band trying to make it big. They called themselves The Waterfalls, a name that their lead guitarist and primary songwriter, the man whose house Tess was in, thought was dumb and uncreative. Tess, for her part, loved it. She had always been into musicians. The sex had been phenomenal, and just thinking about it was making her wet.
“You hungry?” he asked as he turned the stove off and prepared two plates of eggs and bacon. Of course, she couldn’t say no.
“Starving,” Tess responded.
“Table’s over there,” her date gestured. “You like coffee?” Although the thought of even more liquids entering her bladder made Tess shudder just a little, she desperately needed some caffeine to cure her hangover.
“Love it,” she responded as she sat down at the table. Tess felt bad, since although the two of them had really hit it off the previous night, dropped some acid, talked about philosophy and the universe, and made love like animals while listening to the brand new, and utterly mind-blowing Beatles record, she didn’t think she ever bothered to learn his name. As he came over with the plates and coffee, she opened her mouth to ask him.
“You know,” he said before Tess could utter a single word. “I’m sorry, but….we were so caught up in the moment last night that….”
“You didn’t ask my name,” Tess said with a smirk.
Her date looked incredibly embarrassed. He didn’t seem like the type to just shag a girl and boot her out the door.
“It’s Tess,” she said. “Tess Karuna.”
He smiled and sat down on the side of the table adjacent to hers. As he ate his bacon, he almost didn’t notice Tess looking at him expectantly. After a few seconds, he realized his mistake.
“Oh um….” he stammered. “Wait….I didn’t….? Um.”
Tess simply looked at him and waited for his response.
“Stephen,” he finally said. “…..McAdams.”
“You know, you’re going to have to introduce yourself to your fans every now and then if you ever want to be a famous rock and roll star,” she sardonically remarked.
Stephen was definitely embarrassed. He really did like her. He supposed he had been too high on psychedelics to ask such an important question as a girl’s name. Tess was his type just as much as he was hers. She stood at barely five feet, with a swarthy complexion, long black hair, and thick hips. She seemed racially ambiguous - possibly a little Indian or possibly even Polynesian in there. He had also noticed her stomach bulging out slightly below her navel, something that he thought was unusual but still, the curves of her body really turned him on. Even the way she was eating her breakfast was appealing to him. She was just beautiful in every way.
“I’m just playing with you,” said Tess. “Your band is really good.”
“Thanks, I really appreciate it,” Stephen said, smiling.
Tess tried to hold it back, she really did. But she just couldn’t control it - it just came out right then. She just started laughing uncontrollably. Her bladder, still immensely full, was not taking too kindly to Tess’ giggle fit.
“What’s so funny?” Stephen asked.
Tess suddenly became extremely self-conscious. Stephen was right - that pot really did hit her hard. She was totally, completely stoned. That was alright for her. Tess absolutely loved getting high, especially when her bladder was full. The sensation of desperately needing to piss just felt a whole lot more pleasurable when she was totally zonked. She had inadvertently tied her legs into a knot and was slightly bouncing in her chair. Every contraction of her diaphragm was another shock to her bladder. Her piss was desperately trying to come out and she had to hold on with everything she had to prevent herself from soaking Stephen’s furniture.
“You alright, Tess?” Stephen asked, starting to chuckle a bit himself.
“Stephen. I am so fucking high right now,” Tess replied with a giggle, looking directly into Stephen’s eyes. Stephen took her cues. He placed his hand on her thigh and leaned in to kiss her. As soon as his lips reached hers, she threw her arms around Stephen and straddled him in his chair, furiously making out. She reached into his underpants and started stroking his cock.
Tess wanted Stephen’s dick inside her so badly. She was definitely fuller than she’d been the night before, clearly the result of all the beers they had drunk before passing out in his bed. Sex was always better to Tess the fuller her bladder was - and she was definitely as full and as horny as she could possibly imagine. Unfortunately, this excitement wouldn’t last very long.
“Oh, shit!” Stephen suddenly said. “Shit! It’s past noon already!”
“What’s wrong?” Tess asked.
“I’m late for band practice,” he said. “Fuck, this is the fifth time I’ve done this this month. The guys are gonna be so pissed off at me.”
Tess slid off of him, a little disappointed.
“You’d better get going then, huh?”
Stephen sighed, equally disappointed. He really liked her and badly wanted to fuck her again.
“Hey,” he said. “Why don’t you come to band practice? You can meet the guys and everything.”
“Oh, I dunno,” she said skeptically. Tess really didn’t want to be that girl who just hangs out at band practice. She knew how some bands get when one of their members is always bringing their girlfriend around. She didn’t want to intrude.
“It’s okay,” Stephen said. “The other guys bring their girlfriends all the time. It’s no big deal.”
Tess blushed hearing the word “girlfriend”. After all, they barely knew each other. They didn’t even know each other’s names until just a moment ago. She assumed, though, that he didn’t really mean anything by it.
“Alright then,” she said. “I’ll come.”
“Okay, cool,” Stephen said with a smile. “Okay, uh, I’m gonna take a leak, get dressed, grab my guitar, and then we’ll head out, alright?”
“Sounds like a plan,” Tess replied, as Stephen headed towards the bathroom.
Tess was completely unprepared for the sound of Stephen’s piss loudly cascading into the toilet. It was almost as if he knew. What if he did know? What if he knew how badly she needed to piss and was deliberately pissing as loud as he possibly could just to torment her? Of course, she had no idea if he really knew, but the thought alone was enough to turn her on. As he emerged, she quickly slipped on her flowery dress. She watched Stephen as he dressed himself. He really didn’t put on much of anything other than a white t-shirt and a pair of slightly worn-out jeans. That’s what she liked about him.
“Ready to go?” he asked.
She considered pissing for a second. Her bladder was incredibly full and she was still really stoned. But she decided to make the excuse for herself that there was no time. Stephen was already late. She didn’t want to hold him up any longer. Besides, she’d been fuller before. This was nothing Tess couldn’t handle.
“Let’s go,” she said.
And with that, they jumped in his car and zoomed off.
To be continued if y’all like it!
Bart Z |
Happy New Year everyone! We pick up right where we left Tess last time. Enjoy!
Chapter 2
“You think we look pretty good together, you think my shoes are made of leather. But I’m a substitute for another guy, I look pretty tall but my heels are high, the simple things you see are all complicated, I look pretty young but I’m just back-dated, yeah,” Pete Townshend wrote, vicariously singing his lament of a dissatisfactory relationship through the mouth of Roger Daltrey. The song rang through the radio speakers of Stephen McAdams’ vehicle as he drove, his left hand steering, his right hand holding the left hand of his date, the drop-dead gorgeous, mixed-race flower child Tess Karuna.
“Substitute!” sang Tess, along with Daltrey's voice.
“Your lies for fact, I see right through your plastic mac!” Stephen sang back.
Not even 24 hours together and Stephen and Tess were already on the exact same page in their music taste. This was the fifth song on this drive they had sung together at the top of their lungs. Both of them were deeply invested in many of these British rock and roll bands, The Who, of course, being among them. Tess was really enjoying the ride. She felt more attracted to Stephen than she had been the previous night. And while her left hand was firmly clasped in Stephen’s right, her right hand was firmly placed underneath her dress, in between her legs. Every single time Stephen’s car hit a bump, her right hand would grip tighter around her pussy.
“This is what you get, Tess, this is what you asked for,” Tess thought to herself as she winced her way through the incredibly bumpy ride to The Waterfalls’ practice spot. Stephen seemed to be very proud of his car, a shiny, red 1957 Ford Thunderbird. He talked a lot about how he bought the car at a discount and fixed it up himself, but Tess thought that he should probably take it to a professional mechanic. She didn’t know a whole lot about cars, but she knew enough to recognize when the shock absorbers needed to be replaced. Maybe Stephen didn’t notice or didn’t care how rough the ride was, but Tess’ overfilled bladder just seemed to have a superb sense of when a car’s shocks were busted.
At this point, the coffee and water Stephen had given Tess earlier were finally making their way down to her bladder. She insisted to herself that she could handle it. She’d objectively been fuller before, but by GOD, the way Stephen’s car was bumping and rocking around was really making her feel the need to pee way worse than she normally would when her bladder was at this level of fullness.
But this is what Tess asked for. She wanted her bladder to be full. She didn’t want to release it. Not yet at least. She liked this feeling. That’s what she told herself every time her unbearably handsome date’s car hit a bump and made her bladder spasm. She hadn’t even told Stephen how badly she needed to urinate. She wasn’t even sure if he knew. And she was trying her best to hide it, although she wasn't sure at this point that she was doing a remotely decent job.
Soon, and much to Tess’ relief, the car finally pulled up to an adorable little bungalow somewhere in the San Fernando Valley. Getting out of the car was a bit of a struggle with the fullness of her bladder, but she managed to get out without Stephen noticing her hand between her legs. Tess could hear the band already playing in the garage. They sounded fantastic, but Tess could tell they needed Stephen to really fill out the sound.
Stephen led Tess into the garage. The four other members of the band were playing at one end of the garage and two identical skinny blond girls were seated on the couch off to the side watching the band. Still mildly hungover but recalling the previous night, Tess started to remember why she was so attracted to Stephen and not so much the other guys in the band. It’s not that the other four guys weren’t good-looking: far from it. They were all very handsome, just in a way that didn’t turn Tess on at all.
The quartet practicing were four very clean-cut guys, almost reminiscent of the Beach Boys. Ronnie Edison, the lead singer and tambourine player, was short and bright blond with boyish features. He looked much younger than the rest of the band, not a day over 21. Ronnie’s twin brother Jimmy Edison, the rhythm guitarist, looked a lot like Ronnie, albeit a bit taller and more muscular, and somehow even looked a little older, even though they were twins. On bass was Carlos dos Santos, originally from Brazil. With his swinging hips, his swarthy complexion, and his coiffed hair, Carlos reminded Tess of Ritchie Valens if he’d lived past the age of 17. The guy had a lot more charisma than Ronnie and seemed to be having the most fun out of all of them. Tess thought Carlos should have been the frontman, but he may have been relegated to bass due to his accent. And finally, on drums was Gene Klostermann, who seemed a bit bored. Gene was the only one out of the four of them who wasn’t smiling. He just focused on the drums, as if he had a job to do and his goal was just to get through the day. Stephen was clearly the odd man out. He was the only one in the band who had a beard, the only one who grew his hair out, possibly even the only one in the band who smoked pot. As the band finished up the song, Ronnie shot Stephen a death glare.
“Well look who finally decided to show up. Fucking kidding me, Steve?” Ronnie spat. He clearly wasn’t from L.A. with his distinctly northeastern accent. Tess had spent her entire life in California, so she couldn’t really tell the difference between a New York accent and a Boston accent, but she could tell he came from somewhere around there. He sounded completely different speaking than he did singing.
“I’m here now, aren’t I?” Stephen shot back.
“Three hours in, Steve, three hours in,” said Ronnie. He looked over at Tess. “I see you had a fun night. You even brought us a souvenir from last night's show.”
Tess looked away. She felt like she was intruding on something serious. She felt like all eyes were on her. She knew she’d be intruding if she showed up, but Stephen had convinced her to come. She tried as hard as she could to relax her legs, which were pressed tightly together. She didn’t want to make it obvious how badly she needed to pee.
“Yeah, Ron, just like you and Jim. Every day with those weird, rhyming twins,” Stephen hissed. Tess and the two identical girls sitting on the couch shot glances at each other. Tess felt like the two girls who looked like Swedish supermodels were silently judging her.
Ronnie looked like he was about to clock Stephen in the face. “You motherf–” he started to say before he was cut off.
“Hey! Guys! Come on, we’re wasting time,” Carlos interrupted in his very obvious Brazilian accent. “We’re all here now, we got work to do, let’s play.”
Ronnie sighed and put his hands on his hips, clearly exasperated. “Fine. But I’m warning you, Steve, I’m fucking sick of you pulling this shit all the time. It don’t matter how good your songs are. We’re going into the fucking studio tomorrow. Tomorrow, Steve. You understand what that means? Means we gotta be tight as fuck. Means you gotta fucking show up on time. Sober.”
“Okay, I get it,” said Stephen.
“Fucking serious, Steve,” said Ronnie, getting up in Stephen’s face. “You got one more chance. You fuck up again, you’re done. Fucking done. We go on without you. Got it?”
“Yeah. Yeah man, I got it,” said Stephen, submitting to Ronnie’s authority.
“Good.” said Ronnie. “Get your shit set up. Your girl can sit on the couch. I’m gonna go smoke a fucking cig.”
After this exchange, Tess concluded the obvious: Ronnie and Stephen hated each other. Stephen had mentioned that he was, in many ways, the black sheep of the band and that he doesn’t hang out with them as much as they do with each other, but Tess didn’t realize that there was such animosity between them until now. Stephen was the primary songwriter of the band and his songs were spectacular. Tess really thought the band could become very successful with Stephen’s songs, and she thought it was unfair that Ronnie treated him this way. Maybe he was just playing with the wrong band.
Tess sat down in the middle of the couch, between the two identical girls. It took a few seconds for her rapidly ballooning bladder to adjust to the seated position, but that’s not what made her uncomfortable. She was perfectly comfortable with having a full bladder. She was entirely used to it. Tess’ bladder was almost always full.
No, what made her uncomfortable were the gazes of the two women sitting on either side of her. As soon as Tess sat down, both of them simultaneously shifted their gaze towards her. These two women looked exactly the same. Both were tall, thin, and so beautiful Tess couldn’t even believe they were real human beings. They both had that Brigitte Bardot backcombed hairstyle, and they were both wearing almost the exact same outfit: a striped shirt and solid-colored jeans, with the only differentiation being the color they chose. The one on Tess’ left seemed to favor red, while the one to her right favored green. Tess acknowledged that she was stoned, and part of her unease with the two girls may have had to do with the paranoid stage of being so high, but she was sure she’d still be unsettled even if she were stone-cold sober.
“Hi,” the red-wearing girl on the left finally said. “My name’s Melanie Melville, but you can call me Mel.”
“And I’m Melissa Melville,” said the girl in green to Tess’ right. “But you can call me Mel.”
Of course, thought Tess. Of course these two identical women have the same name. At least it would make it easier when talking to them. Tess wouldn’t have to remember which one has which name. The twins were both clearly from London, as Tess noticed by their accents.
“I’m Ronnie’s Mel,” said Melanie.
“I’m Jimmy’s Mel,” said Melissa.
“But sometimes, we switch,” they said in unison. This really freaked Tess out.
“The love we have, we love bestowing,” said Melanie.
“When Jim and Ronnie’s rods are growing,” responded Melissa with a wink. Melanie bit her lip as she winked back at her sister.
“For never is there a way of knowing which Mel is which!” the Mels recited together.
What the hell? Tess thought. Did the Mels rehearse this? Maybe she smoked too much grass earlier, she thought. Tess felt like she had left her plane of reality and was suddenly transported into a Lewis Carroll novel. The Mels seemed like Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, and Tess was Alice, sitting in the middle of two confusing twins who nobody understands but each other.
“I share what’s hers, she shares what’s mine,” said Melissa
“All of our assets intertwine!” said Melanie.
“But enough of us! Let’s drink some wine!” they both said simultaneously, while each reaching over to both sides of the couch and producing two bottles of red wine and three glasses. They each poured themselves a glass, and poured Tess twice the amount each of them had.
“A toast to us!” said Melanie.
“And to our new friend,” said Melissa.
“Stephen’s pretty concubine!” they said together. The twins clinked their glasses together and laughed. Tess was thoroughly weirded out by this situation. They couldn’t possibly have rehearsed this, but it felt all too surreal for it to have been natural. Soon, Melanie noticed Tess’ discomfort. All of her discomfort.
“I’m sorry darling,” she said. “My sister Mel and I…”
“...can read each other’s minds,” said Melissa. “And Mel and I love…”
“Simply love,” added Melanie.
“Messing with new friends,” they both said.
“Oh,” responded Tess. She really had no idea what to say. The experience she’d just had with the sisters had left her literally speechless.
“What’s your name, darling?” asked Melissa.
“Um, it’s Tess,” she answered.
“Tess what?” Melanie interjected.
“Tess Karuna.”
“Tess Karuna!” the sisters cried, clinking their glasses again.
“A lovely name, I must say, Mel!” laughed Melanie.
“I must agree, a fine name, Mel!” giggled Melissa.
“Miss Tess Karuna, please drink up!” Melanie insisted.
“Oh, Mel, leave her alone,” implored Melissa. “She was with Stephen last night. She’s probably hung over.”
“Yes, you’re right, Mel,” Melanie admitted. “How about some tea? We’ve got quite a variety here.”
“Oh, uh,” Tess replied, starting to realize that maybe she was pushing her bladder too far. “No thanks, I’m fine for now.”
Tess looked over at Stephen, who was still setting things up with the band. They were all talking to each other, paying no attention to the girls on the couch. Stephen glanced over at Tess. He smiled and waved. Tess waved back before Stephen went back to setting up his gear.
“Oh, Mel, she’s perfect for him, don't you agree?” Melanie asked her sister while watching Tess and Stephen interact.
“More than perfect, Mel,” Melissa responded. “In fact, I’d go so far as to say they’re soulmates.”
Melanie touched Tess’ arm. “She has just the right skin,” she said.
Melissa brushed Tess’ hair. “All the good graces.”
Then, the Mels gently stroked their hands down Tess’ sides, moving down her hips and up towards her lower stomach. “And just the right curves in just the right places,” they said in unison. When the Mels reached Tess’ bladder area, they pressed down on it. Not hard, but her bladder was so full that just a tiny bit of pressure caused her to tense up. Tess was getting very uncomfortable. Mel and Mel looked at each other and gave each other a smirk.
“Tess, I’ve had a thought; and Mel would certainly agree,” said Melissa. “Miss Tess, you’re fidgeting around - you’re jumpy as a flea!”
“You’ve barely drunk your wine and you refused a cup of tea,” said Melanie. “And Mel and I have seen your legs crossed as tightly as can be.” Tess suddenly noticed how tightly crossed her legs were. She tried to uncross them, but as soon as she did, her hand involuntary shot in between her legs.
Both sisters gasped, covering their mouths with their hands and staring at Tess with wide eyes. “Dear Miss Tess Karuna,” they whispered in unison into her ears. “Are you, perhaps, desperate to pee?”
Tess turned bright red. She tried so hard to hide it but these two just figured her out instantly. Now, suddenly, she didn’t feel like she wanted to hold it anymore. She really needed to go. In fact, she was starting to regret her hubris earlier in believing she could hold it as long as she had. She was completely, utterly desperate. She was on the verge of peeing all over the couch. Fuck. She needed to piss. NOW. She tried to stand up.
But nope.
She couldn’t.
Mel and Mel were holding her down. Just by her arms. They were stronger than they looked. Tess couldn’t budge.
“Oh Mel, I think our dear friend Tess just may be one of those,” Melissa remarked. “A girl who’d rather hold her pee than go powder her nose.”
Melanie gently stroked Tess’ bladder bulge as she continued her sister’s rhyme: “If Tess released this pent-up piss, she’d piss a fire hose! We can’t just let that happen, Mel! It’d soil our good friend’s clothes!”
“And don’t forget that sexy curve her bladder does display,” added Melissa. “What kind of friends would let our Tessie piss that curve away?”
“Since Stephen loves his curvy girls, her piss curve must remain!” Melanie decisively declared. “If Tess Karuna empties it, she won't find love again.”
“Don't worry, dear Miss Tess Karuna,” the Mels declared in unison. “My sister Mel and I will help you hold it in!”
Tess, trying to be as quiet as possible to avoid disturbing the band, tried to convince the sisters to let her go.
“Okay, you girls got me,” she confessed. “I came here needing to pee. I do like it sometimes. But I need to go so badly now. I really can’t hold it.”
“But you’re holding it right now,” Melanie pointed out.
“No, my bladder is completely full.”
“Nonsense!” laughed Melissa. “It can definity get fuller.”
“Girls,” Tess pleaded as quietly as possible. “I am seriously about to wet myself!”
“You are seriously about to keep holding it,” Melanie informed her.
“And what if I lose control?” Tess asked.
“You won’t!” said Melissa. “We can cork you up so you can stay dry!”
“I promise, miss Tess Karuna,” said Melanie. “You’re in good hands. We won’t let a single drop come out of you. Not in front of Stephen.”
“This is what you get, Tess, this is what you asked for,” she thought. But she didn’t want this. She liked holding her pee on her own terms and peeing when she wanted to. She wanted to be the one who controls her own bladder. She wasn’t prepared to have these two otherworldly rhyming women she just met control her bladder for her.
Soon, Ronnie came back inside. “Okay. Everyone all set up?” he asked.
Mel and Mel stood Tess up and very quickly started walking towards the door to the rest of the house, each of their arms holding Tess’ arms. Standing up and walking so quickly was almost as if her bladder was electrocuted
“Go right ahead, boys!” Melanie exclaimed.
“The ladies just have to nip to the loo!” Melissa clarified.
As Mel and Mel strong-armed Tess into the house, she could hear the sound of the band playing. She felt the vibrations of the music in her bladder.
Tess dreaded what was to come. |
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Debra Baron, try as hard as she might, just couldn’t seem to sift and filter and parse through the complex emotions that were running through her body. She trounced around in her bedroom in nervous circles unable to decide he sartorial makeup for the evening. Should she wear blue jeans and a green sweater, or nice red summery dress? Khakis and and a blue blouse? For reasons which she didn’t care to analyze too closely, Debra had always leaned away from the skirts and dresses and preferred to wear pants, something seemingly too “girlish” about wearing a garment with a hemline, something which would objectify and showcase her mom-legs, firm and sexy as Debra’s were, she never felt appropriate at her age, showing her legs, particularly as her son’s friends were often at the house and had reached an age where they’d be routinely caught with their eyes glued to Debra’s rear end when she’d bend over to iron a shirt, or retrieve ice from the lower section of the refrigerator. Today was different however, for when Debra wold normally have ignored and avoided all reflective surfaces in her own home, today, as her gorgeous derriere jiggled in the mirror as she spun round in confused circles searching for the right clothing, her pert, milfy, mom-butt caught her gaze, and Debra took in for a long moment her hard earned physique in the mirror. She had a gorgeous head of red hair, beautifully sultry looking makeup, nice round breasts that jiggled in her bra when she bounced up and down momentarily on her toes, and a slim stomach outlined in her (panties). Debra dared herself to spin round for a moment, so that she could ogle her own butt in the mirror briefly. She did, and boy did she have a gorgeous ass. Debra’s frequent squatting and bending from performing her typical, and typically overlooked by Ray, household chores had resulted in a firm, round behind characteristic of all of the hardworking women her age, who while physically active, still had a bit of that mom-dough on her rear end and her thick strong thighs from carrying babies. Still, sexy as Debra Baron was, this was her usual body, so why did she feel so…mixed up today? Why was she so extra-attentive to her physique on this afternoon in particular?
The answer was actually quite simple, but whether in an attempt to avoid the impending flood of emotion, or as some deeper, darker act of denial to herself, Debra refused to directly acknowledge the reason for her flighty emotions and her unquenchable sense of auto-erotic arousal, that is, until she descended the stairs finally, having donned khakis and her tight green sweater, and was met face to face with her lovely sister Jennifer. It was all in the family.
A word on Jennifer. Jennifer was Debra’s sister and was visiting to inform the Barons of her vocational decision. Jennifer was going to join a convent to be a nun, and admirable as this may have seemed for anyone else, Debra simply could not abide by the idea that her beautiful sister was going to leave her for good to live a saintly life of nun hood and…celibacy. Debra had never considered herself to be a lesbian, and in fact couldn’t even quantify the number of Earth-shattering orgasms she’d rocked herself to while being impaled by Ray’s ramrod-hard cock over the years, but something about the shared blood spilled Debra’s desires over into the domain of the taboo, and fetishistic too. Jennifer was taller than Debra, she was thinner, she had more overtly feminine features and mannerisms, and she had a cheerleader’s body, that even for her age, rivaled Debra’s thick stocky figure for hottest-milf-in-the-neighborhood. Jennifer couldn’t help but notice when her sister’s husbands brother Robert had drank in her figure from head to toe the first time he’d seen her again since she’d been visiting, his eyes lingering on her pert boobs being tightly encased and showed off in her tight, pink, pastel sweater. Debra was as turned on as anyone by her beautiful sister, with her mane of curly golden ringlets of hair, her beatific smile, her slime waistline, her toned thighs, her smooth calves, her flawless feet and toes. Debra wanted to fuck her sister, and though she could never bring herself to tell Jennifer this directly, Debra, with nothing left to lose now, decided that once and for all she was at least going to make the first move towards informing her sister of just how much love, and lust, she felt for her, in a last desperate attempt to convince her not to join the convent.
“Jennifer.” Debra said, looking her sister’s pert body up and down, forcing her gaze to remain locked on her sisters eyes for long enough not to second guess her request as she asked,
“You can’t go. You can’t. Jennifer I love you.”
Jennifer stood speechless for a moment, looking utterly confused at Debra’s words. Finally she asked,
“I beg your pardon.” as she stared up at Debra, making no move to slow her descent down the stairs.
“I don’t want you to go Jennifer. You’re all I have. I love you, I’ve always loved you. Yes, I’m married, I have children, that’s how this society works, that’s how the world works, man meets woman puts ring on finger joins bank accounts buys house collects equity retires raises kids!” Debra shouted without allowing herself to breathe. She needed to get this out. “But I love you!” she said, emphasizing the word love.
Jennifer’s lower lip quivered. She too now was confused emotionally and didn’t know how to react to her sister’s proclamation of love.
“Debra I’ve never had the husband, the kids, the house, the retirement, all of this” she motioned around to the living room with her arms, “and I just, I love the lord. Well you were raised Catholic too, but it’s just, look I love all of you too, but I - I have to go and do this.” she said. “And anyway, what do you mean by love? And how does Ray fit into all this anyway?” Jennifer asked Debra.
“Do you see Ray anywhere around here?” Debra asked, she too now motioning around the living room with her arms. Ray’s face was on the walls with that big dorky smile in family photographs adorning the room 360, but Ray, and the children, in their corporeal form were miles away at the boys’ little league practice. “And love? What do I mean by love? Jennifer…”
and with this, without any hesitation, Debra stepped right up to her sister and reached with her left hand behind her sister’s lithe back and clung her sweater behind her, while with her right hand, Debra slid her fingers between her sister’s slim waist and her pants, and panties as she kept her gaze locked on her sisters. Jennifer at first reacted with shock, not knowing what to do in the surprise circumstances, but a split-second later, Debra was rubbing Jennifer’s clitoris with her big finger, instantly producing moisture from Jennifer’s pussy as her eyes went weak with arousal, and in spite of herself, her mouth let out a “ohhh” of pleasure, feeling sexual stimulation for the first time in months. “Yeah” Debra said quietly as she continued to rub her sisters clit, her finger growing wetter and wetter with Jennifer’s juices, producing a swelling feeling of arousal in her own crotch. Debra quickly pulled her hand from her sister’s pants, sticking her fingers in her mouth, taking a moment to taste the residue of Jennifer’s pussy, but using her mouth primarily to wet her fingers even more as she then plunged her hand down to Jennifer’s womanhood again, as she located Jennifer’s most sensitive nodule of femininity with her big finger and again began to rub voraciously. Debra, meanwhile, couldn’t help but step from foot to foot, as her own body was quickly growing with insatiable arousal and the deep, yearning need to rub her own little clitoris and get some sexual gratification too. Debra desperately wanted to rub herself, but she had to resist long enough to get her challenge out to her sister while she was spellbound in a state of arousal. Debra could feel her sisters body trembling with sexual arousal in her left hand as she caressed her back through her sweater.
“Now you listen to me, Jennifer.” Debra stared with demonic focus into her sisters eyes, her sister gyrating and writhing like a little girl as her pussy consistently grew wetter and wetter, soaking Debra’s entire hand now. “I love you. I want you going nowhere. I need you in a way that I don’t need Ray, because Ray cant do it for me like you. We love you here, and you’re going to stay.” Jennifer nodded, but couldn’t speak regardless. It wasn’t fair, Debra was using her hand and sexual arousal to fog out any thoughts of dissent in Jennifer’s mind. It just wasn’t fair, Jennifer hadn't had any sexual gratification in months and months now, and was desperate for some sexual tension relief after such a long dry spell, and this was her sister, someone, that while perhaps inappropriately, was close, and could be trusted. Jennifer didn’t know what to say, but instead just reached down and prodded Debra’s hand into her womanhood with greater pressure, her lips letting out a simple, but desperate and strained sounding, “Debra, please, it’s been so long.” her voice quivering and drifting away on the word “long”, sounding almost as if she were singing, Her body started to tremble and tighten up in contractions, but Debra was smart enough not to let her sister cum and come back to her senses just yet. She yanked her hand rapidly from her sisters pants before Jennifer could reach a so desperately needed climax.
“Ah ah ah!” Debra said with real tone in her voice. “No cumming. You don’t get to cum yet.” Debra said, waving her hand in the air high above her head. Jennifer reached in the air for her sisters hand, uttering a whimpered, “please. please.” her voice shaking, her eyes welling up with tears in arousal, her orgasm was so close, why couldn’t Debra just let her cum and get it out of her system before Ray and the boys showed up and she’d be forced to prolong her masturbation til she was alone in bed in the evening, and what if the arousal left her body by then? Men had it so easy, they could just jerk off whenever, wherever, for girls it was so much more difficult, and this was partly why Jennifer had decided to become a nun, being unmarried at her age. But right now, she just needed to cum! Why couldn’t Debra just be nice and finish her off?! Jennifer couldn’t wait, and shoved her own hand down her pants. But Debra was adamant, and quickly pulled her sisters hand back into the open air, her sister whimpering and curtsying at being denied the ability to touch herself, her voraciously wet pussy, aflame with arousal…
“No, Jennifer. No cumming, no touching, and….” Debra got close to her sister, their faces inches apart, “No peeing.”
“What?” Jennifer asked.
“That’s right, no peeing. We’ll make this fair and we’ll make it fun. You and I are going to have a pee holding contest and if I win, Jennifer…” here Debra stuck her hand down her sisters pants, was astonished at the wetness of her sisters panties, found her little clit, and again went hard at work to stimulate her sister and keep her hypnotized, in a position unable to say no. “…well then you have to stay here and live nearby and pay visits and not become a goddamn nun, for Christ sake. Do we have an agreement?” Debra searched Jennifers’s turned on eyes for consent. But Jennifer couldn’t think straight, she just needed an orgasm then maybe she could think clearly again, but she was so turned on that she was actually doing all she could to drive her pelvis forcefully against her sisters prodding, so as to get maximum pressure from Debra’s fingers. She was so close to cumming. She just needed another twenty seconds to push herself over the edge…
“Do we have an agreement?” Debra asked again with greater urgency. Jennifer couldn’t think. Her body trembling, her voice quivering, sounding like she was crying she let out, “Please, I need to cum…”
“No! No cumming Jennifer!” Debra whipped out her hand again. “Do we have an agreement or not?!” Debra demanded.
“Uhhhh!” Jennifer whimpered at her orgasm being denied again. “Yes! yes yes yes okay, now please….” Jennifer begged as she reached out and grabbed Debra’s hand, attempting to pull it back down to her womanhood.
“Ah ah ah. First we get changed. This way. Now.” Debra said as she quickly stepped past her and ascended the stairs, turning back to be sure Jennifer was following her.
Debra and Jennifer stepped into Debra and Ray’s bedroom. Jennifer looked around, a sight she was unfamiliar with, the lovemaking quarters of along-married couple. Still, the bed was perfectly made and had the pristine, almost magazine-photo look of a bedroom that was more of a movie set, or TV set, of a happily married couple, and the bed definitely seemed as though it lacked action, or maybe it was just her sex-starved mind and body that lacked action, a sentiment, a bodily reality, that bled into her thinking.
“Here, we’re gonna wear these, to make it more interesting.” Debra was saying, as before Jennifer knew it, her sister held up two pairs of black little shorts, runner’s shorts of a black lycra-like material with white stripes running down the sides. “This is way if you pee, sorry, if we pee, cause it might be me too, then at least you wont be soaking your own pants, I’ve provided some for you. Now here you go, come on, change, the boys’ll be here soon.” Debra said, shoving the shorts into Jennifer’s still quivering hands. The bed laid out enticingly just beside them, Jennifer longed to just plunge forward onto the bed and have her sister follow behind her and just fuck the living daylight out of her with her hands while they made out on the bed. Jennifer wanted to think wholesome thoughts, she wanted to think Holy thoughts of the Lord, and of the convent that she was soon to join, but her brain chemistry had been thoroughly and frustratingly shaken up and spun out of balance by her sister’s sexual come-on just several minutes ago now. She still felt aroused. She still hungered for an orgasm. Couldn’t she and Debra just but the crap and help each other get off before the men got back home? Still, she couldn’t bring herself to say anything too argumentative to Debra as she watched her sister step out of the pants that were around her ankles and bring her little black shorts up around her waist. These shorts were ridiculously short of Debra, and clung to her butt with scandalous tightness and detail. The round outline of Debra’s pert ass stood out with mouthwatering detail against the brightly lit tile floor of the master bathroom just beyond her. Jennifer looked from Debra’s shorts to the similar pair of shorts in her own hands.
“These are so small, Debra. Surely we’re not gonna wear these to dinner?” Jennifer said, not even fully understanding why they were going to change into shorts now. Couldn’t they just finger each other real quick and keep it a secret afterwards? Debra looked at Jennifer, at her hot flushed cheeks, still bright red from the arousal of several minutes before. Jennifer looked so pretty, with her angelic locks of curly golden hair crowning her blushed face. Jennifer looked like an angel for sure, but an angel in distress, needing something, needing an orgasm.
“Jennifer, put those shorts on now. Change quickly before the boys get back home. Put them on before I change my mind.” Debra said.
Without waiting any further, Jennifer reached down to the sides of her pants and gripped them with both hands, slowly pulling them down over her gorgeous ass. Debra watched her sister remove her pants in what felt like slow-motion, taking in every detail of Jennifer’s alluring curves, the smooth pale skin of her behind. Debra wanted to kiss her sister’s angelic ass, just a quick little peck on the round soft flesh of her left, or right, butt cheek, just a little love tap of a kiss. Jennifer’s pants were so tight however that when she removed her pants fully, the pants brought her underwear down with them, the fabrics clinging to each other, as Jennifer’s tight, milfy pussy crowned with golden pubic hairs was revealed, as was the wetness and moisture surrounding Jennifer’s beautiful pussy, so wet, so juicy looking, yet so beautiful and angelic. Debra wanted to resist and maintain the high ground, she wanted to keep up the disposition of the disciplined sister who was strong and restrained enough to call the shots like a dominatrix, but seeing her sister bend over, her butt sticking out as she brought her pants and panties down to her ankles, Debra felt her knees grow weak with arousal, and she lunged forward suddenly without stopping herself. Debra lunged her face hard into her sister’s wet cunt, sticking out from behind, as Debra reached around with both hands, grabbing her sisters waist, keeping her from falling forward onto the bed before her as she plowed her nose and her tongue into Jennifers’ wet, protruding pussy.
“OHHHH!!! Oh yesssssss! Please Debra!” Jennifer moaned as she pushed her ass back hard against her sister’s face. Jennifer couldn’t resist anymore now too as she mashed her womanhood as hard as she could onto her sister’s hungry face, and after a moment or two, Jennifer finally managed to locate Debra’s writhing tongue with her clitoris, and the joining of the two released sensations of lust, pleasure and arousal that Jennifer hadn’t experienced in years, if ever.
“OHHHHHHHHHH UGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Jennifer moaned and groaned loudly and agressively, finally getting some real pleasure, some real gratification. She just needed some action. She hadn’t been touched for a very long time, and she needed to finally let off some steam. A girl has needs, whether holy or unholy. The girls were interrupted however, by the sound of the door opening and Ray and the boys coming in and taking downstairs in the living room. Debra, in a moment of panic, was sufficiently startled enough to pull her face from her sisters cunt and stand up rapidly.
“Stop, we have to stop now. More later maybe. Get those shorts on now! Meet us downstairs, I’ll distract the boys.” Debra said as she began stepping in the direction of the bedroom door. Jennifer dutifully did as she told with her body, stepping out of her pants completely now, reapplying her panties, pulling up her little shorts, but mer mouth simply mouthed the sloppy words,
“You said more later? Debra?” as she stared across the room at Debra. Debra turned round, stopped at the door facing her sister.
“Maybe” Debra said. Jennifer walked towards the master bathroom after pulling up her shorts.
“Where are you going?” Debra demanded.
“To check how I look.” Jennifer examined the shorts in the mirror. they were tiny, exposing her whole legs all the way up, just barely big enough to even be called shorts and not underwear, they were scandalously small, and certainly not dinner attire. Debra watched her sister look herself over in the mirror.
“Come on now, Jennifer, we’re going downstairs, and I don't expect to see you enter a restroom unmonitored, or in fact really at all until our contest has finished. No cumming and no peeing for you, now come on lets go.” Debra said hearing the boys voices continuing to murmur downstairs. No peeing? Jennifer just wanted to cum, now what had she gotten herself into?
Ray and the boys were home now, along with Ray’s big and tall brother Robert. Ray and Robert were taken aback at first by the ridiculous sight of these two sexy ladies donning short shorts and tight little sweaters as Ray quickly joked,
“HEY! What is this hooters?! Boys cover you eyes! You too Robert!” with a big gregarious smile on his face, before leaning in close to Debra with a more serious what gives? look on his face. Debra simply ignored him, instead turning to Robert asking,
“How was work Robert?” leaving Ray looking stupefied. Debra wasn’t going to let Ray intervene in her plans this evening, the stakes were just too high and the implications just too important. Her sister was either going off to be a nun or she wasn’t, and Debra had one last chance to try to steer the direction of her sister’s future trajectory, and she’d be damned if she were going to let her sexy sister run off and become a nun. Ray looked over Jennifer, this tall lovely lady with angelic hair, her hot, flushed looking cheeks, her nipples standing tall through her tight pink sweater, her incongruous short shorts showing off her long tanned thighs.
“Work? Work was good.” stammered Robert as he struggled not to stare at these two lovely ladies’ long nude thighs, so prominently on display in the brightly lit kitchen. Debra and Jennifer began to remove pots and pans in preparation for dinner, all but ignoring the men entirely as they stood stupefied in the living room.
“Seriously though, Deb, what with the shorts?” Ray asked.
“Laundry day, Ray. Alright?” Debra said to her husband with demonic attitude. Ray and Debra both knew she’d done laundry over the weekend only a couple days ago, but something in her tone said to Ray, dont’ you dare fuck with me right now. And Ray took the hint. He thought back over the past thirty six hours searching for some wrong he had committed or mistake he’d made to warrant this kind of response from Deb, but he couldn’t think of anything. He decided to grab a beer, and one for Robert as well and block out any uncertain thoughts while he let the women prepare dinner.
The next ninety minutes or so proceeded with the girls cooking a feast of gloriously delicious Italian dishes. Lemon chicken, past with pest, rolls from the oven, etc. The cooking was second nature for these girls, and so Jennifer nearly forgot herself entirely, when, after having finished prepping the pasta at the end of their cooking session while Debra began to gather silverware from the kitchen drawer, Jennifer took a couple of routine steps towards the restroom adjacent to the kitchen.
“Ah!” Debra said raising her index finger authoritatively into the air, momentarily forgetting her surroundings. She looked back towards the men, but their attention was unwaveringly aimed towards the TV while they guzzled down their beers. Debra turned back to Jennifer as she whispered,
“No restroom, Jen. No peeing.” Jennifer suddenly remembered her agreement not to pee, and Debra noticed her sister’s legs flexing now, looking definitely like Jennifer needed a piss. They had been drinking glasses of wine while cooking dinner together, and Debra realized at that moment that neither she nor Jennifer had had a piss before the holding contest had begun. How desperate was Jennifer? Debra found herself wondering. Debra certainly needed to pee by now, but had put it off by habit, determined to get the whole meal fully cooked on time, something shed been trained to be used to now after years of being a dutiful mother and housewife. Jennifer nodded and stepped away from the bathroom, back into the kitchen as she helped Debra to set the table with the food and silverware.
As soon as Ray and Robert and the boys had sat down at the table, feasting their eyes on the great big meal before them, Debra and Jennifer finally got to sit down as well. It was only upon sitting that the women felt the fullness of their bladders in full effect. “Ohh” Debra said, wincing slightly as she sat her nice ass in shorts on the dining room chair beneath her. Jennifer squirmed in her seat momentarily, and Deb couldn’t help but notice her sisters rounded waistline protruding as she sat down. Jennifer’s legs were bouncing underneath the table, and she just couldn’t keep them still. Debra needed to piss for sure, but she was used to this feeling at dinner, routinely putting off peeing until she’d finished washing the dishes after the family meal, often bouncing and squirming to the arousal of her horny husband Ray, always yearning for sex. Still, Jennifer looked desperate for a pee, and rather than treat her sister with empathy, Debra decided to challenge her sister. Debra picked up the wine bottle on the table before her, and holding out her wine glass with the other hand, began a long, slow pour of wine, topping off her glass as the liquid tinkle and splashed with itself inside the glass.
“Ohhh” a quiet whimper escaped Jennifer’s lips, a sound that had escaped notice of the males at the table but that Debra, paying close attention, drank in with delight. Her sister definitely needed to pee with great urgency, evidenced by her reaction to the liquid tinkling sound of the wine pouring into the glass, and white wine, a golden honey yellow color, nonetheless. Jennifer quickly reached down and touched her crotch a moment before pulling her hand away quickly, returning her grip to her fork and knife.
“Here let me top you off too, Jen.” Debra said cruelly as without waiting for any resistance, or any response whatsoever, she reached forward with the wine bottle and poured a long slow pour of white wine into Jen’s glass just feet before her strained looking face, her sweaty neck, her writhing body. As the liquid tinkled and splashed in the glass directly before her, Jennifer’s knuckles turned white as she gripped her fork and knife tightly, fighting the urge to squeeze herself in front of the others at the dinner table. She kept her lips locked and her hands away from her crotch as she stared at the yellow liquid being poured out in front of her. Her thighs couldn't fight the need to fan in and out quickly though, something she continued to do until Ray heard a clapping sound, not knowing the it was the sound of Jennifer’s clapping thighs, and said aloud,
“What’s that sound?” looking around the table. Jennifer immediately stopped clapping her thighs in and out, and blushed a bright pink in the cheeks, realizing that her composure was slipping and her desperate need to urinate was soon to become apparent to the others if she didn’t maintain her composure. Debra just drank it all in with glee and delight as she tortured her sister with the liquid splashing noise.
The next twenty minutes proceeded with Jennifer shifting constantly in her seat, and Debra too fighting to keep her own squirming to a minimum, feeling slightly bad in that she might be “cheating” by sitting on her heel, pressing her vagina tightly against her foot through the thin fabric of her shorts. This may have been cheating in that she’d told Jennifer that she wasn’t allowed to hold herself, and here she was holding herself with her foot, but she didn’t care, cheating to keep her sister around felt well worth it to Debra.
When it seemed almost as if Jennifer and Debra were going to make it through the entire dinner unscathed, dry, with their dignity intact, one of the boys knocked his glass of grape juice over, the liquid spilling across the table in front of Jennifer and right onto her lap. Quickly she shot up fro her seat and grabbed her crotch with one hand, exclaiming,
“Oh my god oh my god oh my god” as she danced from foot to foot.
“Oh my god, Im so sorry, here.” Ray said, standing up from the table too now, handing his napkin across the table to Jennifer. It seemed that momentarily everyone was too distracted with the spilt wine on the table and Jennifer’s shorts to notice her frantic pee dancing, assuming maybe that she were just attempting to get the wine off of her short before there was a stain. She quickly drove down her pee dancing, catching a glowering glare from Debra, and instead made an attempt to dry off her shorts with the napkin as Ray and Robert were now padding up the liquid on the table with other napkins, ushering the boys away from the spill lest they stain their shorts. It seemed to be tacitly agreed upon that dinner was over now, and Robert was upset with himself for having spilt wine everywhere.
“Deb, come on, get the table cleared, we gotta get that table cloth up and soaked with some soda water before it stains.” Ray was saying.
“Soda water?!” Debra asked, momentarily returning to her mind as mother-and-housewife.
“There’s ginger ale in the fridge, come one!” Ray shouted. Debra rushed past her sister to retrieve ginger ale from the kitchen. Jennifer quickly followed behind her with dishes from the table. Ten minutes later Ray was sedan wrapping leftovers as the women were busy padding ginger ale onto the stained table cloth, attempting to save it, or at least salvage something from the damage. Maybe this table cloth was to become the family picnic table cloth, as it was now stained, she thought to herself. Looking over, she saw that her sister’s thighs were tensing and quivering, and that she couldn’t keep her weight balanced on one foot. She definitely needed to pee quite badly by this point, and looking up, Debra noticed her sister’s forehead sweating and her face donning an expression of real worry now, of real urgency. Suddenly Jennifer stopped tending to the table cloth, turning to Debra saying,
“Deb, please, I need to pee so badly, I don’t care anymore, I need to go to the bathroom.” as she stepped from foot to foot. Debra felt bad for her sister, but also felt herself going numb between the legs and her pussy began to throb with wetness, stimulation, arousal, seeing her sexy sister dance subtly from foot to foot with panic in her voice. Debra was conflicted, caught between empathizing with her desperate sister, between feeling triumph at having apparently won the holding contest by default, between arousal and an urge to fuck the life out of her sexy sister, and with annoyance that her husband, kids, and brother-in-law were in the house and wouldn't leave them alone for some girl-on-girl time.
“Ray, why don’t you and the boys go out for some ice cream?” Debra said to her husband.
“Ice cream? Really?” Ray asked, turning to his wife across the living room. The boys were exited however, and lept up from the couch like dogs hearing the word “walk”. Debra wasted no time. She stepped right up next to her husband and said to him quietly, but convincingly,
“Look, she wants to wash her shorts cause of the wine spill but her other clothes still have to dry. You dont want my sister walking around the house in her panties in front of everyone right? Just give us an hour okay, and the clothes will be out of the dryer.” Debra said. Ray knew something was up, but couldn’t rightly question Debra too much in front of the others, and as the twin boys were at this point pulling on his trousers, saying, “Ice cream! Ice cream!”. he simply said,
“Boys, Robert, Ice cream time!” to the cheers of his twin boys. He turned once more to Debra.
“We’ll talk later.” he said. Debra nodded, she didn't care anymore, she just wanted the males to leave the house and give her and her sister some privacy. Soon the boys were out the door, and Debra was quick to lock it behind them. She turned round to face Jennifer, who was at this point holding herself seeing as how all the male eyeballs had left the vicinity.
“I need to pee, Deb. I just wish, I just don’t understand what all of this is about?” Jennifer said, stepping back and forth from foot to foot. Debra noticed rivulets of pee streaming lightly down her sisters long thighs.
“Come here.” Debra said, pulling her sister by the hand towards the kitchen. They passed through the kitchen quickly and stepped in the direction of the bathroom where Jennifer had been halted earlier. Debra towed her sister into the restroom behind her and shut the door behind the two of them, even though they were in the house alone now. Something about locking the door made this all the more incognito, all the more secretive, all the more forbidden, all the more arousing…
“Come on.” Debra said as she pulled down her shorts and sat on the toilet.
“Oh please let me go first, Deb. I’m really desperate.” whimpered Jennifer in a pleading tone of voice, squeezing her crotch tightly again with both hands this time.
“Come on.” Debra said again as she reached forward and pulled her sisters’ hands away from her crotch, before pulling down he sisters shorts and underwear as well. Her sister’s golden haired vagina stood enticingly before Debra’s face, her pussy being on Deb’s eye-level now as Deb sat on the toilet. Drops of piss were all around Jennifer’s wet pussy, and Deb wanted a taste. Debra lunged forward and mashed her tongue hard against the folds of Jennifer’s vagina, tasting her delicious girl-pee mixed with her womanly juices, her tongue managing to push past the strong muscular barrier of Jen’s pussy as it made it’s way inside her most private quarters. Jen moaned in arousal but quickly grabbed Debra by the hair on the back of her head, pulling her head away as she grabbed her naked crotch quickly trying to stop herself from peeing. Pee was splashing from her vagina now, getting all over her legs and hitting Debra’s stomach. Debra pulled off her sweater and bra over her head, now fully nude, pushing her tits forward momentarily, wetting them with her sister’s piss, before grabbing Jennifer by the waist and pulling her down onto a sitting position on Debra’s own thighs, her sister straddling her now, facing her, sitting on top of her legs as Debra remained sitting on the toilet. Jennifer’s pussy was directly in front of Debra’s and Jennifer frantically clawed at her little pussy trying to keep herself from peeing, as he legs were now widely splayed.
“It’s okay, Jen. Pee. Pee on me, it’s okay.” Debra said, pulling her sister’s hands away from her crotch again. Jen let out a strained sounding whimper again, as her pussy finally unleashed a high-pressured torrent of urine that shot right at Debra’s naked pussy. Debra yanked her sister’s sweater and bra off too now. Debra’s body shook like an Earthquake in arousal, seeing this as Debra began peeing now as well, into the toilet, bowl, and took the opportunity to finger herself amidst the colliding rivers of urine down at her crotch. Jennifer rubbed herself manically as she pissed and pissed, her sister pissing with even greater force, sending her river of hot girl-pee right at Debra’s flaming pussy. Her sister, shuddering with relief, looked down and saw Debra fingering herself.
“Hey, that’s not fair, how come you get to-“ but then Debra stood up, like a man, shoving her fingers hard into Jennifer’s pussy as she backed her sister against he bathroom wall bend her, both their pussies now still peeing but peeing onto the tiled floor.
“Hey” Jennifer said.
“Shut up! Just shut the fuck up and let me fuck you! Stupid nun-bitch! You’re not gonna be a nun! You wanna fuck your own sister!” Debra yelled with sexual arousal induced aggression as she proceeded to finger her sister against the bathroom wall with rigorous speed and force. Pretty soon Debra was yanking open the restroom door, backing her sister into the living room and down onto the sofa, her left hand never leaving Jennifer’s pussy.
Jennifer’s body was rocking and quivering on the couch. The inner thighs still splashed with pee, her pussy staining the couch, she felt as if she’d left the material world altogether and was in fact undergoing a sublimation process similar in it’s profundity to becoming a nun. Jennifer was finally getting over herself, getting over her hangups, her lack of self-esteem, as one of the closest and most loving people in her life was now busy frigging her, and frigging herself right in this ridiculously conventional American family living room. It felt so scandalous, two sisters fucking on the couch while one’s husband had to leave the house on command to “go and get ice cream” like a pet ordered to do a trick.
“What’s the matter baby girl?” Debra asked, seeing her sister’s entire body seethe and writhe and gyrate and apply as much pressure to Debra’s fingering hand as possible, desperate to push herself over into orgasm. “What’s the matter? Huh Jen? You need an orgasm? Huh? You need to cum?” Debra asked.
“Yes, please don't stop. I need to cum so badly” Jennifer pleaded, sounding so turned on that she was nearly crying for the imminent orgasmic relief.
“You need to cum? Well, guess what, so do I, but good girls don't get to cum in this house, and nuns never get to cum anywhere!” Debra yelled at Jennifer, before spitting on Jennifers tits as she continued to finger fuck her. “Now, look, you know you want this, and so do I. You’re not really gonna run off and become a nun are you?” Debra pleaded in a state of mutual arousal.
“I’ll stay I’ll stay I’ll stay!”Jennifer yelled. “Please! Please just make me cum, Deb!” This was all Debra needed to hear. She fingered her sister and she fingered herself hard, matching the pace between her two hands, as Jennifer reached up and held Debra’s head with both hands. The two women could feel it coming, and they felt it coming together, as one entity. The two women’s bodies were ROCKED with a mind-bending orgasm that sent their pussies SHOOTING girl-cum all over each other and all over the sofa, soaking the upholstery in their squirting pussy juice.
“OHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!” they both yelled as their bodies buckled and shook and contracted and SOAKED with living room sofa as the two girls CAME and CAME and CAME, managing together to sustain a fifteen-second long orgasm that left both girls heaving for air as Debra’s body collapsed on top of Jennifer’s both of them sweating profusely, breathing heavily with the post-coital bliss that was rocking through their bodies. It took them a good five to ten minutes to gather their senses again and realize that they had to get all of the seat cushion covers off of the couch and into the washing machine. The entire living room still smelled of pussy when Ray and Robert and the boys finally returned home. The girls were now changed into their normal modest clothing, and both women had a beatific expression on their face, the result of hard earned orgasms.
Ray wanted sex that night, and Debra felt for him, especially given the ridiculously sexy circumstances she got to experience on this lucky day. She looked forward to more time with her sister in the future as she once again removed her clotting and backed her husband onto th bed behind him. Ray reached forward and played with her cunt.
“Wow, you’re wet” he said.
You have no idea, Debra thought to herself.
THE END
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So this is the first iteration (First chapter-ish) of a story I wanted to attempt using Novelai.net. For those familiar with it, this scenario has the "medieval" module applied as I wanted a fairly low fantasy scenario, and the "fantasy-general" module is too quick to go "and suddenly a dwarf/elf appears." The output length is set to ~400 characters (the max), and the "Randomness" and "Repetition Penalty" are default (.72 and 2.75 respectively). I included a primer for the program, the first part of the story, and tried to be direct and overexplain so it wouldn't get confused. So the first couple paragraphs are kind of description heavy to see what the program grabs on to, some phrases or word choices are repeated to help it make associations. I have some omorashi "tokens" slightly biased (.25) but it hasn't had much of an effect yet, and turning the setting higher leads to poor results. I'm still learning the system overall, so results are getting there. I am hopeful as I continue with this the program follows along well. I tried using 3rd person in an earlier draft and the system doesn't want to play nice with it. I can probably work on that better but for now 1st person got better results in my case. I haven't edited for grammar from the system as it did extremely well the first go around, they have a really good machine there. There are some wonky phrases, but they are few.
Aside from the primer, and a few sections to build a scene, I tried to mostly go back and forth with the system, and let it lead when it came with an interesting transition. There are ~3-4 "scenes" in this first part, mostly to try and train the system. I am generally not a fan of stories that move from one wetting scene to another.
In an earlier draft, I tried to work in a scene involving a diaper, but the system had a really hard time with it. It lead to really sudden changes of things like: character dynamics, age, setting, including objects not associated with scene. I decided against pushing that for now, or ever.
Please let me know your thoughts on this, and what you think of the concept!
(It also "technically" takes place in a pathfinder 2e setting I have written about 25k words on and is still a WIP. I have lowered the overall level of fantasy.)
TRIGGER WARNING: The program began to generate a scene involving sexual assault and I followed it along to see. Not really my thing overall. It is towards the end though. Stop reading after the MC passes out if you are looking to avoid things like this.
Larton:
Beginning of Provided Primer:
I pick my heavy head off the table and gaze around me. I am still sitting in the Tavern in Larton, and the locals mix and mingle around me, drinking cheap ale on a summer’s eve. Larton is my most recent stop on my journey to make a name for myself as an adventurer, and as I rest my hand on my father’s sword, I think how far yet I have on this journey. My name is Nora, and I am 21 years old. I left my father’s farm a year ago when I turned 20. I pull my hair out of my face, long locks of blonde hair, and I tie it into a loose ponytail. My adventuring gear sits heavy on my body, I tire from the long walk to arrive here. On my birthday my father gave me his sword, it is not something incredibly ornate or long, but it belongs to family and is rather important to me. He also gave me a simple metal breastplate to complete my outfit. Along with it I wear a cream-colored blouse, and a navy-blue pleated skirt that hangs just above my knees. Finally, I’m wearing a gift from my mother, a matching set of panties and bra. The panties hug tightly, and are lavender with a cream-colored lace trim. The bra is the same color, and does all it can to accentuate my small breasts. I huff, I had hoped I would grow into them at some point.
I look across the tavern to a woman speaking with the bar-tender to secure a room for the night. Her name is Arya, and we have been traveling together for about 6 months. I stare at her while I feel my face redden and my arousal grow. I feel a moistness seep into my panties as I think back on when I first met Arya.
I had just reached in a village called Grimsby, I arrived to join in the winter festival. The town square was decorated with lanterns and people drank and made merry in the cool breeze. I walked around the village awestruck by the festivities, I ate roast meat I had never tried and drank so much ale that my stomach hurt, and eventually made my bladder ache. I put it off for as long as I could, holding my crotch under my skirt while I watched the performances, until I could hardly hold it and left the crowd to find a bathroom. I was almost to the middle of the square when something came crashing out of the forest into the village, a demon, as large as a cart and full of fury and hate. It began tearing into the crowd as the people screamed before their throats were torn open, splashing their hot blood into the snow. I ducked into a merchant’s stall and hid behind the thin fabric, hoping it would shield me from the beast. Once hidden my hands flew to my crotch as I pressed firmly against my vagina, I was so close to having an accident, I was at my limit to hold it. A whistle distracted me, there was a woman about 100 feet away hiding behind a building. She waved her hand silently for me to run to her and escape. But I couldn’t move, if I ran, I would attract the beast and I would lose control of my bladder, both outcomes I would rather avoid. However, I heard the village square behind me grow silent, and heard the snorting of the beast trying to smell my presence. A chill ran down my spine and I felt my body tense up like a rock being this close to the demon. I closed my eyes and bit my lip as I felt the terror grip my body and my bladder finally release its burden. I stood still as hot urine flowed into my panties, first a little spurt, then the flow soaking them, and finally the pee running down my thighs and forming a puddle under my feet. My face flushed, even with my eyes closed I could tell this woman just saw me wet myself in fear, if I weren’t so scared, I would have started crying. Distracting me from the feeling of wetting myself, I heard the demon stop just on the other side of the cloth and begin sniffing the ground. It could smell my pee! I now reeked of urine, and it could definitely smell me through the cloth. I began running towards the woman just as its bloody claw ripped through the tent, urine still dripping from my crotch. As I rounded the corner to her hiding place, the demon on my heels, she pulled us down a brush covered hill toward the river, the monster losing us in the bushes, and we ran. We ran for what felt like a mile before coming to rest at her camp by the river. I dropped to my knees and covered my face with my hands. I felt like a child, covered in dirt with twigs in my hair, and my underwear and legs soaked with pee. The woman kneeled in front of me, and introduced herself
“Please don’t cry, I’m glad you’re safe. My name is Arya.” She said to me in a soft voice. I looked up at her green eyes while she continued. “I know it’s embarrassing, but you had an accident, you wet yourself, Doll, if you would like, I can help clean you up.”
My face grew red and hot with embarrassment as I considered her proposal. Silently, I laid down on the ground and spread my legs to her, inviting Arya to clean me of my accident. Softly and gingerly she pulled my skirt down to my ankles and set it aside, before doing the same to my wet panties. She wiped my crotch and thighs with a wet rag, being gentle over my sensitive mound, before removing my breastplate and blouse. Now nude, she wrapped me in a soft blanket and sat me by the fire before she walked towards the river to wash my clothes. I felt myself growing sleepy, my body and mind worn from the incident. I was just about to doze off when Arya returned and guided me over to her bedroll, Arya pulled me close to her chest and let me sleep on her large breasts, like soft billowy pillows. I slept deeply.
Returning to the present from my thoughts on the past, I removed my hand that had moved under my skirt to rub my pussy through my underwear, my slick juices already making the crotch of my panties wet. I stared longingly at Arya, she was taller than I was, and with larger breasts and hips. She wore a dark green velvet dress and high heel boots that went up to her knees. I think her panties are burgundy. Her dark hair hangs in loose curls down her back and around her face, framing those gentle green eyes. Since we started traveling together 6 months ago after the incident in Grimsby, she has always taken care of me. She is a novice spellcaster, trained in a few spells she uses to protect me. Shielding me from danger and rescuing me when I am scared, I can tell she cares greatly about my safety. We’re not lovers yet, but I hope we can be soon. I can tell she is worried about me though. Since seeing the demon in Grimsby, my accidents have gotten worse, when I get anxious, I feel a strong need to pee, and when I get scared, I often wet myself. Worse still, the nightmares from when I was a little girl have returned, and I get so scared during these nightmares that I wet the bed too. Since Arya and I often share a bed, she is always there to wake me up when I have an accident while I am sleeping, clean me up, and soothe my embarrassment. As much as I hate to admit it, I can’t help but feel aroused when she takes care of me like that. It makes me feel so protected and cherished.
Brought out of my thoughts, Arya returns to the table, “Nora, I got us a room, only one bed though, I hope you don’t mind that we have to share again” she says to me.
“I don’t mind, I feel stressed from today, I wouldn’t mind being close to you Arya” I tell her softly.
I finish my ale and follow her upstairs to our room. As we lay down, I feel myself quickly slip into slumber, before I am assailed by a terrible nightmare. I am alone in the woods, Arya is nowhere nearby, and I hear the hot breath of a beast in the woods, my body begins to quake in terror. My thighs clench together as I try to hold an accident back. But suddenly, the beast leaps from the brush, its teeth bared and bloody claws outstretched.
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“NO!” I scream in fear as the creature lunges for me. The nightmare ends, and I awake, drenched in sweat and panting heavily. I feel Arya shaking me, and I open my eyes to see her smiling gently at me. I look down and notice I have wet my panties, and the blanket is soaked with my urine. I blush red with shame.
“Are you ok?” Arya asks me, concerned.
“Yes, I’m fine, sorry for waking you Arya, I had another nightmare..." I trail off.
Arya brushes my hair out of my face and caresses my cheek, she hasn't noticed I had an accident yet.
"It was all just a dream, Doll. You're safe now." Arya whispers to me, placing her forehead against mine. She scoots closer to me in bed to hug me but stops when she feels the wetness. "Did you have another accident?" She asks, stroking my back.
"Yes..." I whisper out meekly. I'm so embarrassed I wet the bed again next to Arya. I ponder if she is beginning to hate me for it.
Arya pulls the blanket away to take a look at me, my panties are soaked and cling to my skin, and there is a large wet patch in the bed around my butt. I pull my knees to my chest as the smell of urine now wafts through the air.
"Doll, you're covered in pee. Let me clean you up, please." Arya whispers, attempting to comfort me.
I shake my head no. "No, I want to do it myself. I'll be more comfortable doing it myself." I tell her.
"Please let me help you, Doll. Please trust me." Arya begs me.
I know I shouldn't, but I can't help myself. I feel a strange urge to be cleaned up, and I know it will make me feel better.
"Ok, then...but you have to promise not to laugh." I say.
"When have I ever laughed at you Nora" Arya says to affirm me. She leaves the bed and returns with a warm rag. Laying me down on my back, she pulls my wet panties down and begins to wipe me down, beginning with my thighs and moving to my butt and wet mound.
My cheeks grow red, I hope Arya thinks it's from embarrassment, but to be truthful being cleaned like this is beginning to turn me on.
Arya leans over me, her hands holding my ankles as she cleans between them. Her breasts press against my back, and I feel her hard nipples pressing into my skin. I moan softly, and Arya looks at me, seeing the flush in my face.
"What's wrong?" She asks me, stroking my hair.
"Nothing, I just feel really relaxed after you cleaned me up. It felt good." I answer her.
Arya smiles and kisses the top of my head, and I feel her soft lips on my scalp.
She pulls me into a tight hug, and whispers into my ear, "Let's go back to sleep, you're still worn out from all this." We lay back down, Arya nestles herself to spoon me, wrapping her arms around my chest and pulling me into a deep embrace. I quickly drift off to sleep again, feeling safe wrapped in her arms, the arms of my protector.
The next morning, I wake up to find Arya laying beside me. She must have fallen asleep during the night. I'm relieved that she didn't leave me alone last night, but I am also a little disappointed. I feel bad for having woken her up, and I want to thank her for taking care of me. I get out of bed, and Arya wakes up as well.
"Good morning, Doll." Arya says sweetly. She stretches and yawns.
"Thank you for last night, I felt a lot better after you cleaned me up. I'm sorry if it was a trouble," I stammer out, shifting my feet. I'm still nude.
"Honestly it's never an issue, if it makes you feel better, I'll be here to clean you no matter what. But perhaps you should get dressed."
I look down at my figure, I feel comfortable being naked in front of Arya, even if we're not lovers yet. I nod and walk over to my pack to get dressed, while Arya exits the bed and heads towards the kitchen to prepare our breakfast. Once she is gone, a hand wanders down to my pussy, I feel myself beginning to become aroused again thinking of her offer to always take care of me. I think it's starting to turn me on when she takes care of me like that. I pull my panties on, my juices making the crotch damp. I finish with the rest of my outfit, my skirt and my blouse, before joining her in the kitchen.
We eat breakfast together, and I find myself enjoying it. The food tastes great, and I enjoy the company. Arya tells me stories about her childhood, and I smile and listen. I'm surprised at how much I enjoy hearing about her life growing up, I had thought she would be more closed off, but I see now that she is very open with me. She has a beautiful soul, and I am happy to share her company.
After breakfast, I feel a little nervous.
Our journey today will take us through a thick wood before we reach another village named Arnward, closer to the mountains. My nervousness comes from thoughts of the wood, they have always scared me since I was a little girl. When I was about 7, I got separated from my father and became lost in the woods for hours, my father finally found me hiding behind a tree stump, crying, and having had an accident. I squirm in my seat from the memory, my hips wiggling into the chair.
Arya looks at me quizzically, "Nora, are you alright? You're fidgeting a lot," she asks.
"I'm fine, I'm just remembering something that happened to me when I was young." I tell her.
"What did happen?" She asks.
"Well, I was just a little girl, and I was lost in the woods, I was terrified. I hid behind a tree stump, crying, and my father found me there. He carried me back to my mother, and she took care of me until I was smiling again."
"That's awful!
"Yeah," I hang my head slightly, "I've always been anxious about walking through the woods. You'll protect me if anything happens won't you?"
"Always, Doll," Arya smiles in between bites of porridge, "You know I am always here for you"
"Thanks Arya, You don't know how much that actually means to me," I smile back at her. I feel a pressure in my bladder, all the juice I drank with breakfast is filling it rapidly. I squirm in my seat more.
"Do you need to go?" Arya asks.
"Yes, I feel a bit uncomfortable, I'd rather be outside." I answer her.
"Alright, let's go then." Arya gets up from the table and walks over to the door, opening it and stepping out.
"Where are you going?" I ask, confused.
"To the bathroom, you can come with me if you want." Arya answers.
"Oh," I stand up and follow her, "I guess I'll be following you to the bathroom then." I laugh nervously, I'm embarrassed to be so close to her. I hope she doesn't notice.
As we walk, I feel a slight breeze against my skin. It feels nice, and I stop to take a deep breath. Arya turns to look at me, and I quickly turn away. I'm embarrassed, and I'm not sure why. I can feel myself getting wetter as I walk, and I try to ignore it.
We reach a spot just outside of the village near the woods, in a place no one else can see us. Arya steps behind a bush and I can hear her start to pee, the sound of liquid splashing loud in my anxious ears. My bladder spasms and I nearly let go as I listen to her, I hold myself as I wait for her to finish, so she can keep watch while I relieve myself. Finally, the sound tapers off and ceases, and Arya reappears from behind the bushes. She looks at me quizzically,
"Haven't you gone yet? What are you waiting for?" She asks.
I begin to stammer as I explain, "I'm nervous about being so close to the woods, can you keep watch for me?"
"Silly girl, If you waited any longer you might have wet yourself, and then I would have to clean you again," She teases, sticking her tongue out.
I feel my face flush, "That's not funny Arya!" I blurt out. I feel my panties dampen as my arousal flares. "Do I like it when she talks to me like that?" I think to myself.
"Sorry, didn't mean to offend."
I shuffle past her, still holding myself, and step behind the bushes. I pull my panties to my ankles and squat towards the ground. I begin to relieve myself, and I feel the cool air on my pussy lips. I push them apart and let the urine stream freely. It spashes against the leaves and pools briefly on the dirt before sinking into the ground. I stand up and wipe myself, putting my panties back on.
"There, that wasn't so bad now was it?" Arya asks, laughing.
"No, I'm okay," I say, embarrassed, "Thank you for watching out."
"Don't mention it, Doll." She says, "Let's get back to the inn, we need to finish packing."
I follow Arya back inside, and muse about that experience. "Why do I like when she talks down to me? I should make me embarrassed but it makes me so wet," I say to myself, not loud enough for Arya to hear, but loud enough for me to affirm my feelings.
"Go finish packing, I'll wrap up breakfast," Arya states, in an almost commanding tone.
I shuffle up the stairs, and retrieve our bags. By the time I come back downstairs Arya is waiting by the door, tapping her foot in an exaggerated manner, feigning great impatience.
We step out together and walk for a short distance through the village before reaching the start of the path out of town, and the yawning entrance to the forest. I stop and take a deep breath, trying my best to slow my racing heart. I can feel myself breaking into a cool sweat.
"What's wrong?" Arya asks, noticing my sudden change in demeanor.
"Nothing, I'm fine, just a little nervous." I tell her, trying to act normal.
"Well, if you're going to be a good girl, I won't force you to go in." She tells me.
"I'm not a 'good girl' I'm just nervous, I don't want to be a burden."
"You're not a burden, Doll. Look, I understand your feelings, and I really appreciate you sharing that story with me this morning. Just know that I'm here for you."
"That makes me feel a little better," I smile at her kind words, she really does care for me, and I feel like it may be selfish in my part to rely on her so much.
"I mean it, honest."
We walk further down the path, entering the forest proper, quickly the bright morning sun is occluded by the tall trees, with only sparse rays shining in between the leaves. I think back to the forest near my father's farm and how similar it looked. Despite my fears, the travel is rather uneventful, and after a couple hours Arya takes a seat near the trail.
"Come sit, Nora," She says and pats the ground next to her. "We've made good time, we can afford to rest a while." She pulls her canteen from her pack and takes a couple sips. I retrieve mine as well and greedily gulp down the cool water, I didn't think I was so thirsty. "You should slow down, you're going to get a stomach ache drinking so much," Arya tells me, concern thick in her voice.
"I'll be fine, I'm just really thirsty for some reason." I walk over and sit next to Arya, I can feel the water sloshing in my stomach. I put the canteen down and lean against a tree, resting my head on her shoulder.
"You sure you don't want to lie down?" She asks.
"No, I'm fine, just tired." I answer.
Arya doesn't say anything else, and I feel comfortable enough to close my eyes. After a few minutes I feel her hand on my cheek, and she gently turns my face towards hers. She kisses me softly on the lips, then pulls away and stands up.
"You've been so brave so far, I thought I should reward you," Arya says coyly.
I flush a deep red. "I didn't think you would go for that kind of reward," I stammer out.
"Don't worry about it, Doll. Lets keep walking, the wood is supposed to get thicker up ahead."
Her words send an icy chill down my spine, I tremble slightly in fright. We continue walking deeper into the forest, the trees now growing much closer together, their canopies so thick the whole area is cast in shadow.
"What kind of things do you think live in a forest like this?" I ask Arya, my voice wavering slightly.
"Why do you ask?" Arya responds. "Nora, your hand is trembling and your whole body is shaking, are you alright?"
I look down and find that I am holding her hand, I must have grabbed it unconsciously, I don't want to admit to her that I am terrified, I'm so scared it's almost unbearable.
"I'm fine, I just...wanted to know what kind of animals live in a place like this."
"Well, I'm sure there are all sorts of animals living here, but you probably won't see any until we get a bit further in. There's a lot of predators around here, they tend to stay in the thickest parts of the woods, where it gets dark."
"Predators?" I ask, trying to hide my fear.
"Yeah, wolves, bears, fouler beasts, you name it.
I feel my gut sink like a rock, My feet drag and I almost trip as I hold on to Arya's hand. I let go of her hand and freeze in my tracks. Arya looks behind to me and a look of deep concern crosses her face. I can't move any further, my hands are clutched in my chest, my thighs pressed tightly together, and my whole body is trembling.
"It's ok, Doll, it's okay." Arya's voice sounds far away, as if I'm underwater. "Just relax, I'm right here."
"I can't..." I whisper.
"Yes, you can." She strokes my hair and rubs my back. "Take a deep breath, it'll help."
I nod and take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I feel my heart beating rapidly in my chest, it feels like it's going to explode.
I continue to take deep breaths, one after another, and I begin to feel myself relaxing, but as I do I feel a pressure in my bladder. I'll need to pee soon.
"Arya, I need to pee soon," I say, shyly.
Arya looks around, "It's probably not best to venture off the path in this part of the woods, you'll have to hold it in. We're probably not far from Arnward now, just wait and endure a little longer ok?"
I can tell she is lying, we're probably hours away. I nod and try to ignore the feeling in my bladder. I look at Arya and see her smiling, she knows something, she's hiding it. I feel my cheeks burn with shame, she has to be laughing at me.
"What's wrong?" She asks.
"Nothing," I reply.
"You're blushing." She teases. "Come on, lets keep going."
We walk in silence for a while, my mind is racing. I wonder what Arya is thinking, how she can be so calm when I'm so scared?
The time and distance we travel seems to slow to a crawl, I feel like we're getting nowhere, all the while I begin to feel more and more desperate, the pressure in my bladder mounting. Eventually, I find myself holding Arya's hand with one of mine, while the other is shoved under my skirt, holding my crotch tightly. I feel like a little girl being led around by her mother.
I look over at Arya and see that she's looking straight ahead, her expression unreadable. She's clearly doing everything in her power to hide her smile. I look down and notice that I'm squeezing my legs together so hard I'm almost in pain, I'm beginning to get worried. I don't want to ruin my skirt again, and I also don't want to wet myself. I try to distract myself by thinking about anything else, but I'm too afraid to look at Arya, I'm afraid that I'll see the smirk on her face.
Suddenly a bush rustles with great intensity on the path just ahead of us. I let out a gasp in shock, and feel my bladder relax for just a moment, a spurt of hot pee sprays out into my panties and I can feel it warm and wet against my hand. I tighten my grip on my pussy and grind my legs together before any more can come out. The rustling stops, and a rabbit darts across the road, quickly followed by a fox.
Arya looks over at me, "See? It's just a fox, Nora." She looks back towards the road and smiles, "I always liked how fluffy their tails were, they look so soft." She goes to take a step forward but her arm is jerked back as I remain glued in place. "Nora, are you ok? That didn't scare you did it?"
"I almost had an accident, I really can't hold it much longer." I tell her with tears forming in my eyes. My bladder aches so bad.
"I know, I know." Arya replies. "Just hang on a little longer, we're almost there."
She walks up to me and takes my hands in hers, then leans down and kisses my forehead. I feel my face flush red with embarrassment, but she doesn't seem to notice.
We continue further on the path, and after rounding a bend, the trees begin to thin and I see the small gathering of buildings that is the village of Arnward. I feel a surge of hope and relief, and quicken my steps towards the town.
"You better slow down, you might trip, or worse," Arya calls to me.
I stop to look over the town, looking for a bathroom. As I spot an outhouse next to a barn, I feel another spurt leak into my panties, this time much longer, and I feel a streak of pee run down my thigh. I begin running towards the bathroom, spurting with each step. I rush into the outhouse, push my panties down to my ankles, and plant myself on the seat. I feel a rush of relief as I empty my aching bladder into the toilet, I shiver slightly. I look down to survey the damage to my clothes, my panties are wet, and my legs are streaked with urine. I feel a wave of disappointment wash over me. I tried and held it for so long, but I still ended up basically wetting myself. I hear a knock on the door of the outhouse.
"You ok in there, Doll?" Arya asks through the door. "Did you make it in time?"
"Not really..." is the only reply I can manage. How can I face her? It's basically like I still had an accident, with how wet my underwear is. I decide to just stay inside until Arya leaves, hopefully I can fix my skirt without ruining it.
After a few minutes, I hear footsteps coming closer. I open the door, and see Arya standing outside. She looks down at my wet clothes and frowns.
"Oh no, did you have an accident?" She asks.
"Yeah, I... I couldn't hold it." I tell her, feeling ashamed.
"That's awful." She says sympathetically.
"I'm really sorry," I tell her meekly.
"It's ok, Doll. At least we made it to the town. Lets check in to the house and I can get you cleaned up.
I follow Arya, sticking close behind, trying to hide behind her. I'm sure if anyone looked at me they would see the wet patch on my skirt and would be able to tell what I did. We enter the inn and I am practically clutching onto her dress, my anxiety rises as I see all the people in the inn. I hang my head and close my eyes, attempting to shut the whole room out. My mind is racing with anxious thoughts, "What if they smell me? I'm sure I stink of pee. Any mother in here would know exactly what the smell is, the smell of a little girl who wet herself."
"Nora... Nora!" Arya says to me with some urgency. I was so focused on my thoughts I didn't even hear her talking to me. "I got us our room, it's a small cabin separate from the main building. Let's go," Nora says to me, rubbing my shoulder. She leads me by the hand out of the inn.
As we exit the door I see a small boy pointing at me and tugging on his mother's apron, "Mommy, mommy look! She peed!" the boy shouts at his mother.
The woman turns and looks at me, her eyes widen in surprise, then she sees the wet patch on my skirt. Her face changes to one of horror and disgust. I shrink away from her, my heart pounding in my chest. I turn and run, heading back towards the outhouse. I can't face them.
"Nora, wait!" Arya calls out to me. I keep running, not stopping until I reach the outhouse. I quickly slip off my shoes and pull down my panties. I sit down and try to wipe myself clean, but my underwear is soaked, and I can't get any of the wetness out. I hear the door to the outhouse open, and I turn to see Arya standing in the doorway. I freeze, fearing that she will see me.
"Are you ok in there, Doll?" Arya asks.
"I'm fine," I say quietly. "I just need to wash my clothes."
Arya leads me down a dirt road, away from the main street. She stops at a small wooden cabin, and opens the door for me. I step inside and Arya closes the door behind me. The cabin is small, but cozy, with a large bed and a table with two chairs. A wood stove sits in one corner of the room, and a small window with a view of the woods.
"Here, sit down." Arya tells me, pulling out a chair from the table and sitting down.
I sit at the table opposite from her, my heart still racing and my head foggy.
"Are you ok? You almost lost it in there." Arya asks me, I can hear the worry in her voice.
"I'm fine, I think I just need to clean up." I tell her, and I stand up and move to the basin near the stove. I remove my wet clothes and start to wash them, keeping my back to Arya. I can feel her watching me, and I try to keep my movements slow and controlled. I finish washing my clothes, and hang them on the hook on the wall. I then take a small towel and dry off my body, avoiding looking at Arya. I then use the towel to wipe the floor around the basin, before hanging it back up.
"Doll, why don't you sit down and rest?" Arya suggests.
"Ok," I answer, sitting back down at the table.
"Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?" Arya asks.
"No, I'm good," I answer.
"You must be exhausted after that long walk. Why don't you lie down and get some sleep?"
I go to stand and walk over to the bed, but as soon as I am on my feet the room begins to spin and by vision grows blurry. I try to call out to Arya, but as I mouth the words to her I pass out and fall towards the ground, hitting my head on the table on the way down.
I wake up in a dark room, lying on a soft mattress. I can hear voices outside the room, and I slowly sit up. I feel groggy and disoriented, and I am unable to focus my eyes. I rub the side of my head, feeling the bump where I hit the table. I try to remember how I got here, but I have no recollection of it.
"How are you feeling?" I hear a deep voice ask.
I turn my head and see a man standing in the doorway.
I see the man approach me, his boots heavy on the wood floor. He grabs my arms and pins me back down on the bed, I try to fight back but my whole body feels so weak. I try to call out for Arya, the one who always takes care of me, but my voice halts in my throat, I can't get the sounds out. The terror of the situation begins to set in, I freeze in the mans grasp.
"I'm so scared, where is Arya, why isn't she here?" I think.
The man moves his hands, using one of his thick arms to push my chest into the bed and the other to pull the blankets off my lower body, exposing me naked. He takes his free hand and begins to stroke my thighs, I clench them tightly, but he pulls my knees apart, spreading my legs again. He runs his hand up to my crotch and rubs my pussy roughly, running calloused fingers around my folds and clit. I try to lift my arms to fight back but he hand he has pressing my chest is too strong. I hold onto his arm and close my eyes. The fear is too much for me, I feel the bed grow warm and wet as I pee myself again, this time from abject terror.
I wake up, flailing my arms and screaming Arya's name. The man wasn't real, I was having a horrible nightmare. My head aches, and I rub my temples. I look around the small cabin, and see Arya sitting at the table. Her face is pale, and her hair looks like it has been messed up. She notices me looking at her and smiles, but there is sadness in her eyes.
"You had another bad dream, didn't you?" Arya asks.
"Yeah," I answer. "I'm sorry, I woke you up."
"It's ok, you needed the rest."
Arya walks over to the bed and sits on the ends next to me, she brushes my hair back and rubs my cheek lightly. She shushes me, "Shh, it's ok, Doll. You're safe now. It was just a nightmare." She then sticks a hand beneath the blanket, feeling the bed around my crotch. "Nora, you had another accident.." She trails off.
"What?" I ask.
"Nothing, nothing. I'll get you cleaned up and we will talk later," Arya says.
She helps me stand and leads me to the basin. She wipes me down and gives me a fresh change of clothes. She then takes me back to the bed and covers me up.
"Go back to sleep, I'll stay with you tonight." She tells me.
I lay there in the dark, listening to Arya breathe. I try to convince myself that the nightmare was just a dream, and finally succumb to sleep once more. |
Summary: Tangle and Whisper are ready to set back out on their adventures. This time? A fun sight-seeing trip to the Mystic Ruins. However, with Whisper having forgotten to use the little wolf's room before setting off, this trip may prove more perilous than originally thought.
Notes: All characters involved in omorashi are age 18 or higher.
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“Whew! Sure feels nice to get back on the road, eh Whisper?” an energetic lemur clad in orange and black exclaimed, nudging the wolfy figure beside her.
“Mhmm,” was her hushed, yet joyful response.
As the unlikely duo continued along the forested path, Tangle the lemur glanced back at her hometown. With a nostalgic smile, her mind was flooded with memories of Jewel and the other townsfolk. She knew it wasn’t permanent, a simple few-day adventure. Nonetheless, she couldn’t help but feel this way every time she left the cute little village.
“Man! I can’t wait to see, uhh… what was that one place called again?”
“Mystic ruins.”
“Mystic ruins, that’s it!” recalled Tangle, adjusting her backpack.
A few more minutes of walking rendered Spiral Hill Village out of sight and, consequently, out of mind. “Oh, oh! I wonder if it’s gonna have any of those cool temples that Jewel’s shown me! Maybe they’ll have some cool treasures in them! Or maybe…”
As Tangle’s wild speculations continued on, the wolf of the two, who usually found entertainment in her companion’s bursts of excitement, found herself being distracted from a more pressing matter. An issue involving a few too many cups of Jewel’s tea, and one too few trips to the ladies room before setting off with the lemur. Tuning out Tangle’s rambling, Whisper angled her closed eyes down towards her abdomen, a nervous frown forming on her face.
“What I would love to see, though? One of those… Whisper, you alright?”
The distressed wolf’s inner worrying was pierced by her friend’s enthusiastic-turned-concerned voice. Shaking herself free, she glanced up to meet Tangle’s gaze. “S’fine,” she lied, standing tall and concealing any sign of her rather embarrassing problem.
“You sure, Whisp?” asked the unconvinced friend, using the break in the walk to place her hands on her hips and lean-in skeptically.
“Mhmm,” Whisper replied, praying Tangle would buy her fake assurance.
“Hmm…” For a near-uncomfortable amount of time, Tangle’s skeptic squinting continued. However, the result that her wolfy friend desired was eventually achieved. “Alright, if you say so!”
Almost allowing her internal sigh of relief to become an external one, Whisper relaxed. Her secret was safe, but for how long? She hoped she wouldn’t have to find out…
The rather uneventful journey seemed to drag along for both heroines. Tangle voiced her typical complaints of boredom as a simple winding path lined with trees and wildlife offered little variety or excitement. Whisper, on the other hand, would usually enjoy such a quiet, nature-filled walk. However, as seconds dragged on to minutes, and minutes approached a half-hour, the urgency of her situation only worsened. By this time, the wolf had made it a point to walk behind her companion. Whenever it was certain Tangle’s attention was elsewhere, she’d take the necessary steps to hold back the building flood, rubbing her legs together and gritting her teeth in discomfort.
“Ugh! We’ve been walking for ages! When is something interesting gonna happen?” whined Tangle, drooping in boredom.
Even in her distressed state, Whisper had not neglected her task of navigator. She’d been keeping tabs on their location via a small tablet housed in her inside coat pocket. Once again masking her growing need for a rest stop, she pulled out the device, tapping a few buttons. A map of the area zoomed in on their location, with a small red blip indicating their position. “Halfway there,” was the wolf’s hushed response, having interpreted the map.
“Halfway?!” exclaimed Tangle in reply, jumping up and whipping around, continuing backwards along the trail. “It feels like we’ve been walking forever!”
In this state, the desperate wolf couldn’t agree more. “Mmmm,” she unconsciously groaned and squinted, feeling the pressure in her abdomen increase.
“Ok, stop,” ordered Tangle, halting in place and holding up her arm, prompting Whisper to do the same.
Whisper acknowledged the command, much to her dismay, as this was obviously going to delay any trip to a ladies room that may have followed the conclusion of the journey. “Something wrong?”
“Yeah, there’s ‘something wrong!’ You’ve been acting odd ever since we left! You’re usually super into these nature-filled trails, but you’ve been staring at the ground and keeping to yourself the whole time! What gives?”
Whisper knew she couldn’t keep her situation a secret much longer. If Tangle’s growing suspicion and prodding didn’t force her to come clean, her increasing desire to rub her legs together and hold herself would. Nevertheless, the wolf’s embarrassment held her back from revealing the truth. “Sorry, just tired.”
“Pfft, come on, that’s the lamest excuse in the book!” scoffed Tangle, crossing her arms in disapproval.
“S’true.”
Tangle grunted, clearly not buying the lie. Whisper watched as her companion’s squinted eyes scanned her body from head to toe. She tried her best not to let her nerves affect her outward appearance, standing straight and peering back at the lemur.
The performance seemed to do the trick. With a huff, Tangle turned back around and resumed the journey. “Hmph! I guess if that’s all it is…”
Once again, Whisper’s secret was safe. “Mhmm,” she replied with a nod.
With Tangle’s focus back on the path ahead, the wolf knew that this was her chance. She lightly bit her lip, her legs collapsing together once more and rubbing together as she kept pace from the rear. A deep exhale escaped her nose as some of the stress lifted off her bladder.
Resigning to her fate, Whisper came to the conclusion that worrying about the increasingly dire situation wouldn’t make things any better. Trying to distract herself, she turned her attention to what she usually loved about long walks such as this; The nature all around them.
In a tree to her right, Whisper spotted a hole dug into the trunk. Inside rested a family of Flickies. The wolf smiled as the mother bird tended to her eagerly chirping chiclets.
As their walk continued, Whisper’s previously urgent problem seemed to recede into the back of her mind. It was still there, of course, but the beauty of the journey had served as a suitable distraction. The chirping and rustling of the wildlife, the light forest breeze, the… running water?
“Woah, a stream!” Whisper’s lemur companion pointed out ahead. A stream dividing the path, but split by a very small bridge.
Immediately, Whisper’s subdued bladder forced her need for the little wolf’s room back to the forefront of her mind. Stunned by the pain brought on by an internal ocean crashing against her insides, Whisper immediately stopped, her legs flying into a crossed position. For an instant, even her eyes blinked open. She looked forward, praying that Tangle hadn’t seen the display. To her relief, it appeared she hadn’t.
The brunt of the blow subsided, and the wolf quickly regained relative control and caught up. However, she knew she couldn’t keep this up much longer. Something was going to give, and with no end in sight, she had a good idea of what that ‘something’ would be.
“I don’t remember seeing this on the map, though,” stated Tangle, stopping for a moment to place her hands on her hips, looking forward to the approaching rush of water.
“Checking.” Once again, staying dedicated to her assignment, Whisper pulled out the map and zoomed in. It showed the small stream and bridge, as well as their location. Uncrossing her legs, much to her body’s objection, Whisper rotated the tablet around towards Tangle. “S’here,” she pointed out, causing the lemur to look back and see the held-out device.
“Ah, ok. About how much further?” Tangle pressed further.
Nodding and entering a few more commands, Whisper roughly estimated their time until arrival. “About twenty minutes,” she replied. A time that she knew she couldn’t possibly make it until the end of, especially with the stream growing closer. She prayed that her bladder would back-off after they were clear, but until then, the sound of the torrent flooded her mind, which was what she was going to be doing to herself if she didn’t find a solution soon. As the cherry on top, her near-overwhelming need to cross her legs or hold herself couldn’t be met with Tangle watching her.
“Oh, so we’re over halfway there? Awesome!” cheered the lemur, bounding upwards on her tail.
Finally, the desperate wolf’s friend turned back around. Putting her tablet away, now was the opportunity to perform some much-needed leg crossing and holding! Dropping her facade, Whisper’s legs began their urgent journey. However, before they could meet…
“I’ll race ya’ to the other side of the river!”
Whisper winced, fighting with all her willpower not to let her legs finish their cycle. Standing back up straight and clenching her fists, she couldn’t help but bite her lip in agony after being so close to relieving some of the pressure.
She couldn’t hide the expression as Tangle turned back around to see her tense lips. “Oh, sorry. Did I spook you?”
Thank goodness, that was all Tangle thought it was! “S’okay,” was her hushed, wavered reply. “Mmmm.”
“Still tired? Well, maybe a little friendly competition will help wake you up!” the lemur smirked, whipping around and taking off. “Haha, Head start!”
At least Tangle had looked away now, but Whisper knew that if she didn’t participate, her companion would know something was up. Taking a much needed moment to glue her legs together and jam her hands between her thighs before proceeding, Whisper chased after the lemur.
“Mmmm!” Whisper groaned as she forced her legs apart to make them run. The lack of crossing; the sound of the stream that only grew more intense as she approached; the motion of her sprint. It was almost too much to bear! The lemur had a considerable head start, so winning was out of the question. But she had to keep pace.
As they approached the stream, Tangle was the first over, reaching the end of the short bridge and whipping around to claim victory. “Woohoo, I won!”
Whisper’s boots skittered across the bridge. The proximity of the rush of water was enough to have her bladder practically screaming at her for relief. She tried to keep her focus forward, rather than on the ocean of contents now locked inside her lower half, or the plethora of trees on either side of the path that now began to look more and more like potential pit stops to her one-track mind.
Miraculously, Whisper managed to complete the race without holding herself, or springing a single leak. Her facade held, and she knew she’d have to respond to Tangle’s boasting to keep it up. “No fair, had head start.”
“Shoulda been more on your toes, Whisp’!” jested Tangle in response, smirking cockily. “Plus, I’m wearing a backpack, that definitely slowed me down!”
Some more uneventful banter followed as the two continued on the trail. Whisper fought with all her might to not give Tangle any clues. This was by far the most desperate she’d ever been. Her mind was at war with her bladder, and her bladder was slowly gaining the edge. The stream being left behind helped a tad, but even then, it wouldn’t be long now. Whisper had resorted to longingly glancing around, looking for any sort of excuse to get some alone time. Just her, her aching bladder, and a nice tree…
Whisper tensed up once more, her legs and hands flying to their holding positions, with her eyes snapping open. Just the mere thought of the relief she didn’t have gave her bladder the ammo it needed to threaten a total victory. Shaking her head violently, but still not making a sound, Whisper emptied the thoughts from her head.
“Phew, that run left me more parched than I thought!” announced the lemur out in front. Whisper managed to straighten herself out in the nick of time, just before Tangle glances back and beckoned to a bottle of water held in an outside pocket of her pack. “Could’ja grab my water for me Whisp’?”
Great, more water. Just what the desperate wolf needed. “Mhmm,” she uttered. Reaching out and grabbing the container, handing it to the lemur’s outstretched arm.
“Thanks!”
Just the mere sight of the liquid sloshing around in the bottle was enough to drive Whisper mad, but what happened next took the cake.
Tangle turned her head and twisted off the plastic cap. Rather than bringing the bottle to her lips, she opted to drink waterfall-style. A column of water poured out of its container, dropping into her mouth with a splash.
The sight occupied every inch of Whisper’s mind. She watched in agony as the water fell from one location to another. Something she more than longed to do for herself. Tangle may have been able to see her out of the corner of her eye, but she couldn’t bear it another second. Hold or leak, those were her options, and she opted for the former. She bit down hard on her lip and doubled over, crossing her legs. Her bushy tail flew in between them along with her hands.
“Uhhh…”
Whisper’s eyes shot open wide. She glanced up to see Tangle staring down at her with a raised eyebrow of suspicion. She knew it was no use trying to straighten up more. Even if she could somehow convince her body to do so, the damage had already been done. “Mmmm!” she whined.
“Whisper, are you alright?! Do you need a doctor? Do you have a stomach ache? What’s wrong?”
A plethora of possible excuses danced around Whisper’s mind, but really, what was the point anymore? If she didn’t get the relief she needed, and soon , she’d go through far more embarrassment than the mere fact of admitting she was desperate beyond belief. “Mmm…” this was it. She was done pretending. “Pee!” she shouted.
“Oh… that explains the, yeah…” Tangle replied in realization. Looking over the utterly bursting wolf, her confusion only grew. “Why wait so long, though? Plenty of trees around, and I won’t judge. Heck, I’ll probably end up going in the woods sometime or another during this trip!”
Whisper shuttered, wishing she could just bound off and squat behind a tree, but something still held her back. “Mmm, don’t like going… outside,” she stammered, having returned to her hushed tone. The begs from her bladder were now plain demands. A lost war with an ultimatum for a treaty.
“Wha-?! Haven’t you gone outside before?” Tangle exclaimed in shock.
“Mhmm, but was alone,” hissed Whisper. “What if…”
“If…” Tangle responded, waiting for the wolf’s reply.
“You hear…” finished Whisper. Just then, another wave of desperation surged through her. Prompting her to hold herself even tighter. Her eyes remained slammed together, and her body bounced from side to side as her legs rubbed together, hobbling between feet.
“What? That’s all? I won’t listen, I swear!” Tangle insisted, throwing her arms out. “In fact, I’ll plug my ears and turn around, you go as deep into the woods as you need. I won’t hear a thing!”
“Ngh!” Whisper still held her reservations, but those paled in comparison to other things she was holding. “I…” her body shuddered again as her bladder sent out its final warning. The flood was coming. Whether it was onto her pants or a tree was her decision, one that would be made for her any second.
“Whisper, just go!”
One final push was all she needed to throw out her fears and embrace relief. “Going!” she shouted.
Frantically, Whisper twisted around and began hobbling toward the woods. So close, yet so far… With every step, her relief grew closer, but as-did her need for it. The nearest tree seemed like miles away, let alone how far could go to feel comfortable. Hobbling along wasn’t gonna do it. She was out of options.
Mustering all the strength she had left in her drained bladder muscles, Whisper uncrossed her legs and made a break for it. She knew she only had mere seconds without the help of her arms and legs to hold back the flood. The edge of the forest zoomed ever closer. Forget running further in, she was going behind the first tree she got to!
As luck would have it, on the edge of a forest lied a rather sizable tree. One wide enough to hide her body and thensome. She beamed at the sight.
With one final push from both her will and her bladder, Whisper reached the tree and darted behind it. This was it, she was all alone now, finally! Having concluded the journey, her legs flew back together, accompanied by her hands and tail once more. “Mmmm… no,” she moaned, still in a hushed tone. “Must separate!”
At this point, separation meant peeing, there was no strength left in her bladder muscles to hold back the torrent. Preparing for a speedy procedure, Whisper carefully removed her hands. The beginning of the end. She fumbled with the edge of her grey pants, grabbing onto the top of either side. She was ready to make the final motion.
In one swift action, her legs uncrossed and her tail darted out of the way. As predicted, her bladder’s ocean of contents immediately began their journey, but she was ready. Her pants flew down, and she squatted in front of the tree.
Not even a moment later, it began. Out of her bare lower half rush a mighty torrent of clear urine. It crashed into the leaves below, generating a mighty rustling sound. However, this noise would quickly be drowned out by something else.
“Hmmm!” the peeing wolf’s eyes flew open, her tail wagging madly. She couldn’t possibly hope to contain herself. “Ngh! Ahhhhhh...!” Whisper moaned as she felt all the built-up pressure over the last hour leave her body and crash onto the forest floor. “Haaaaah...” The relief was indescribable. Far beyond anything she’d felt before. Becoming lost in the complete bliss, she threw her head back and caught herself with her hands, closing her eyes and envisioning the gushing waterfall leaving her aching body.
For over a full minute, the relief and all the immeasurable bliss associated with it continued. Eventually, though, the stream did begin to die down. With one final exhausted, relieved sigh, the rest stop came to an end. Whisper’s tail wagging didn’t cease as she stood and pulled up her underwear and pants, a satisfied smile still spread on her face. The incredible feeling of emptiness had Whisper leaning on a tree to catch her breath, panting lightly.
Soon after, Whisper exited the forest and saw Tangle holding true to her promise.
“Lalalalala, I’m not listening!” she shouted, her back facing the wolf, hands in her ears.
With a light chuckle, Whisper strode up and tapped Tangle’s shoulder. The lemur turned to face her smiling companion.
“Finally! What were you keeping in there, a pond?” teased Tangle with a grin, gesturing down towards Whisper’s midsection. Her face lightened up when the wolfy companion looked away, feeling an intense flush rush to her cheeks. “Kidding, kidding! Feel better, though?”
Shyly, Whisper nodded. “Mhmm…”
An awkward silence ensued, with the journey being put on-hold while Whisper finished recovering from her embarrassing ordeal.
“Thanks,” the wolf uttered.
“Hey, that’s what friends are for, helping in times of need!” Tangle replied, finishing with a smirk, “and boy did you need!”
A bashful smile spread across Whisper’s face as she scratched her cheek in embarrassment. “Mhmm…”
With that, the unlikely duo set back out on their adventure. Now only a little ways away from the adventures that awaited them in the Mystic Ruins. |
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