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Debra Barone never considered herself to be a bad girl. She’d always thought of herself as a dutiful mother and wife, never complaining about cleaning up the mess here, or folding the clothes and ironing Ray’s shirts at the same time over there, about packing the kids lunches on time every morning in a way that complimented the school’s desert of that day, which Debra was caring and meticulous enough to look into. She never missed a school play or little league game, always happy to cheer on the boys from the sidelines, before keeping the grin on her face all the way through preparing and cleaning up after dinner once back at home. Ray wrote and made a mess of the house on a fairly regular basis, while Debra dutifully cleaned up behind him and her boys with the comportment of a seasoned waiter at a fine dining restaurant, never too in the way when she wasn’t wanted or needed, arriving just in time to tend to her boys’ whims and desires faster than they could say the word, “ice cream”.
And so, as a dutiful mother of eleven years now, as well as a wife of thirteen, Debra didn’t so much mind, or really even notice her own decision to hire a baby sitter. Lisa was fantastic with the boys after all, and the chance for Debra to unwind, to light a scented candle, to take a nap in the afternoon every once and a while, the freedom to indulge in these long forgotten creature comforts and pleasures had cascaded down on Debra once again after slaving away as a non-stop wife-and-mother for more than a decade. Debra felt that she now had the chance to catch up on shirked sleep, and later, after feeling well rested, perhaps the chance to indulge in a pleasure as simple as stretching her legs with a good walk in her neighborhood. Debra woke up from an unplanned nap with the the plan to strap on her sexy mom shorts, and show off her legs to the neighborhood while getting some much needed exercise at the same time.
Debra pulled up her little shorts, green with yellow stripes on the sides and twirled in front of the mirror, admiring the way her red sports bra contained her large round breasts no matter how quickly she twirled, or lunged, or flexed, gazing at her reflection like Narcissus gazing into the pool. She was a sexy mom for sure, and now she finally had the time to relax and recognize it. Debra descended the staircase with a chipper step and a smile on her pretty face, her dark red hair tied behind her head in a pony tail.
It was only upon reaching the bottom step of the stairs that Debra realized that she’d somehow been quiet enough not to alert Lisa, who was lying asleep on the couch…. so Debra thought, at first anyway…
Debra’s hand immediately flung up to her mouth to keep herself quiet, as she didn’t want to wake the girl. Lisa the baby sitter had clearly gotten here early, and as it wasn’t yet time to pick up the twins from school, she’d taken to having a nap on the living room couch. At least, that was Debra’s first impression, but when she saw the young girl’s big frilly mane of curly hair tremble and shake slightly from behind, Debra began to think something else was afoot. Before she had a chance for second thoughts, she heard Lisa emit a quiet,
“Ohhhh” followed by the unmistakable sound of wetness, of moisture, of something being prodded and stimulated and twirled and massaged, yes, that’s right, Debra heard the unmistakable, and irresistibly arousing sound, of female masturbation, and it was coming from the little cunt of her teenaged baby-sitter Lisa, her legs splayed open on the living room sofa, masturbating quietly but furiously, in what she must have mistakenly assumed was an empty house. As Debra crept around the girl in silence bringing more and more of Lisa into her line of vision, she noticed that Lisa had taken enough care, at least, to lay out a few white plastic, sceneted, waste-basket liners, presumably to protect the couch beneath her writhing body, as well as the floor infront of the couch, from her female juices upon masturbation, it seemed. Ooooh a squirter, so fucking hot. Debra thought to herself as she crept upon the masturbating girl quietly. She inched around slowly enough to catch Lisa’s facial expression, the young girls’ eyes squeezed shut tightly in anguish, in pleasure, in that infamous gulf between pain and joy that precedes the female orgasm, so close yet so far away… Debra looked down at Lisa’s hand going to work on herself. Lisa’s hand was twirling on her pussy in a circular motion that both turned Debra on rapidly and with voracious hunger and horniness, as well as reminding her of the spin cycle on her washing machine for a brief moment. The young girls body shook and shuddered and vibrated just like the washing machine as her hand unrelenting twirled and circled over her little pussy with loud, wet sounds and quiet moans and murmurs of pleasure.
“Hey!” Debra finally yelled, probably a little too loudly, but she too was nervous, and didn’t quite know how to proceed, she only knew she wanted to beat the girl’s orgasm, and force her to save it for later, for Debra to enjoy too….
Lisa sprang up in alarm.
“Oh my GOD! OH MY GODDD!!!! I’m so SORRY DEBRA!!!! I didn't know you were here! OH MY GODDD!!!” Lisa went fiercely red with embarrassment as her hands flung down to her crotch and held herself tightly.
“What are you doing here?!” Debra asked, looking down at Lisa’s feet stepping back and forth from foot to foot quickly on top of the white, scented wastebasket liners, the plastic material squeaking under her feet.
“I, it’s just, I - I didn’t know you were home, Debra! Im so sorry oh my god!” Lisa said, looking thoroughly humiliated, still holding her crotch tightly.
“Why are you holding yourself Lisa? Do you need to finish masturbating? Is that it?” Debra asked sternly.
“No! Yes! It- no, it’s just, I have to pee so badly, Debra.” Lisa whimpered like a little girl.
“You have to pee, even when you’re masturbating?” Debra asked, both confused and ridiculously turned on. Lisa couldn't stand still, clear desperate for a piss, but why was she in the living room masturbating then? Why not go pee and play with her little pussy in the bathroom at the same time? In private?
“It’s- it’s just so much better when you have to go, you know?” Lisa asked, looking over at Debra with searching eyes.
“I- What are you saying? That masturbation is more pleasurable when you really have to pee?” Debra asked, feigning ignorance in her tone of voice. Debra was more than well aware of this fact, having engaged in holding before masturbation or before sex on several occasions, but she enjoyed the power she derived from forcing Lisa to explain herself in the living room, this was Debra’s house after all.
“Yes! Yes it is, but please, I’m sorry, you’ll have to excuse me now, Debra.” Lisa said, before stepping rapidly away in the direction of the restroom.
“Stop Lisa! You get back here right now!” Debra yelled at the teenaged babysitter. Without hesitating, Lisa quickly and obediently walked right back over across the living room and stood before her master, Debra. “Why are my garbage liners all over this couch and this floor?” Debra asked sternly, motioning to the wastebasket liners.
“Incase, incase, when I cum that I start, well, peeing, you know? Sometimes I just start to pee when I cum after I’ve been holding it in for so long.” Lisa stammered, holding herself like a child before the domineering Debra. Debra held her hands on her hips firmly, giving both a look of confidence as well as fighting the urge to reach down and touch herself through her pants, so turned on was she by the frantic to pee Lisa, mortified at having been caught pleasuring herself on the family couch.
“Lisa I want you to know…” Debra said with a firm tone of voice as she leaned in close to the young girl, “that I find this both absolutely disgusting as well as absolutely…” leaning her lips next to Lisa’s ears, whispering, “mind-fuckingly fucking sexy, and you want mommy Debra to keep quiet about this, you’ll wait right here, and don’t you dare fucking move.” Debra said, before quickly running up the stairs, she returned just as quickly, now holding a pair of shorts in her hands that were somewhat similar to the ones she was wearing currently. “Put these on. Put these on now, no protesting.” Without asking any questions, Lisa removed the dress she’d come in and slipped on the shorts, wearing nothing but the shorts and a bra now. Debra couldn’t help but notice Lisa’s bushy pubic hair through the girls tiny little panties. Lisa could hardly stand still as she changed clothes and was clearly working hard to fight the urge to hold herself to keep from peeing.
“Debra. I really need to pee. Please can you tell me why I’m wearing these?” Lisa asked in a a strained, whimpering voice.
“We’re gonna have a holding contest, winner gets to pee on the other one, if I win I get to pee on you, if you win you pee on me, alright?” Debra said to Lisa. It was clearly a rhetorical question, Lisa being in no position to question Debra’s orders, which Debra then made overtly clear when she spoke up and said, “You do this and I’ll keep quiet about your little finger fuck session early on my family couch, dirty little bitch.” Lisa looked genuinely hurt by this comment, at which point Debra rubbed Lisa’s bladder with one hand, grabbed the back of her head with the other, and said, “relax, you just turn me on you little vixen, thats all.” Lisa nodded, but couldn’t help but step from foot to foot in her little shorts and bra. She again returned to holding herself, saying,
“Debra, I really need to pee. I dont even know how long I can wait, Debra. I had to go pretty bad when you walked in on me, like I told you it makes it better.” she said again, referring to her masturbating. “Please let me go to the bathroom Debra.” the girl pleaded.
Debra lay down on her back across the couch, tugging Lisa’s hand towards her.
“Come here.” Debra said. “Come up here on the couch, and squat over me, little girl. Come.” Debra said with affection and sensuality to her babysitter Lisa, looking so cute, so sexy, so desperate for a well earned piss, and if lucky, if Debra was feeling kind, maybe even a finger fuck orgasm afterwards….
Lisa did as she was told. She climbed up on the couch and over Debra, straddling her with both legs.
“Let it go.” Debra said. “It’s okay. Pee, Lisa.”
Lisa couldn't wait anymore anyway. Letting out a quick “Ohhhh”, her eyes widening quickly, her little pussy started peeing and peeing and peeing with profuse quantity and force through her little shorts, soaking Debra’s torso completely, her sports bra darkening in color with Lisa’s urine. Lisa’s pee spilled over Debra’s body, onto the couch beneath her, all over the surround floor too. The wastebasket liners were mostly wide enough to contain the golden nectar so far, but Lisa was far from done peeing. Debra reached forward and pulled the girls little shorts and underwear to the side of her bushy little pussy, still gushing voraciously with urine like a faucet that just couldn't be turned off. With Debra holding aside her underwear, Lisa took this as an opportunity to reach down and finger her naked pussy now, again bringing herself into that mind bending state of arousal that came for her, with peeing. Lisa started to fuck herself and Debra did the same thing with her own fingers beneath her. Debra knew what she was going to do next, however, and the timing had to be perfect. Just as Lisa was nearing orgasm, Debra lifted the girls body weight with all her strength and flung her back to the other end of the couch as Debra quickly positioned herself over the young girl, pulled her own shorts to the side and let loose her own TORRENT of pee, drenching the girl and the rest of the couch completely, Debra’s fiercely pissing pussy splaying Lisa’s face with the ricochet of her stream as she pissed and pissed with force all over her teenaged babysitters body. Without any further ado, Debra reached down and began to finger Lisa for her, while Lisa used whatever slim margin of focus she could muster in her lust-soaked brain to try to return the favor for Debra, trying to finger Debra back. Lisa just couldn’t think straight, but she certainly wanted to give Debra some satisfaction, especially how hot the circumstances had turned out to be, in spite of her nearly losing her job for fucking herself in the family living room. She was almost over the edge or orgasm, but cresting the wave, she mustered enough strength to pull back just barely in time to utter the words,
“Wait, try this.” as with her free hand, she reached out and and fished inside her large purse for a moment. Quickly her hand brought out something Debra had only seen on the internet, never in real life, it was a strap-on dildo.
“What? Why do you have this, Lisa?” Debra asked.
“My- my friend and I are curious.” was all Lisa could say. Needing no further coercion, Debra strapped the dildo onto herself with enough ease to convince any onlookers that she must have been a pro with the device, in spite of the fact of this being her first time using one. Quickly she lunged forward over Lisa lying on her back on the couch still, and plunged the end of the long rubbery penis into Lisa’s little twat. Almost immediately, Lisa’s eyes lit up with pleasure. “Ohhhhhh Oh Debraaaaaaaa” was all she could get out, as with a manly, masculine sex rhythm, Debra began to thrust in and out of the young girl. It was a bizarre sensation, Debra certainly felt that she was getting pleasure doing this, but looking down, realized that it must just be an illusion, as she was met with the obvious reality that this appendage wasn't a bodily appendage, and she couldn't actually feel anything from the tip of the rubber penis. Still, maybe it had something to do with the power dynamic at play. Debra got extremely turned on as she fucked little Lisa with the strap on feeling the young girls body vibrate with pleasure as the girl moaned and groaned loudly on the couch. Debra found that she couldn't stop the humping motion, that no wonder guys liked “doing the work” so much, this was great, she had Lisa’s body entirely under her control as she fucked the girl missionary style, from above. Then, Debra got other ideas. Debra had gone too many years getting pounded from behind by Ray, doggy style, while Ray got to indulge in his favorite kink of all, sticking his thumb is Debra’s asshole while he fucked her in doggy. Debra decided, at this moment fucking her babysitter on the living room couch, that she wanted to see what all the thumb-in-the-asshole-during-doggy craze was all about.
“Flip over!” Debra yelled at Lisa. Lisa quickly did as she told, not daring to question Debra. Debra did as she pleased. She assumed the position behind Lisa, sticking her thumb in Lisa’s asshole while sticking the tip of the strap on in her pussy. She pounded and pounded and fucked and fucked Lisa in doggy style, the young girl finally getting the orgasm she needed, yelling, “OHHHHHHHHH OHH FUCK YESSSSSS!!!!!” as she soaked the already wet couch with her orgasmic female fluids. Debra kept fucking her from behind with the strap on as Lisa came and came and came, her whole body shuddering, her tight little asshole squeezing Debra’s thumb with the pressure of the orgasm. When Lisa finally caught her breath, she turned round and started to play with Debra’s pussy under the strap on. Debra quickly removed the device and began to finger herself as she stared into Lisa’s eyes directly before her. Debra grabbed Lisa tightly by the hair saying simply, “Lisa. Lisaaaaaa.” as she rocked her own milky body to an EARTHQUAKE orgasm, screaming with the joy and pleasure and pain of it all. It was several long minutes later before Debra came to her senses. She caressed Lisa’s body beside hers as they sat together on the couch. Lisa was looking around at their wet sloppy mess self consciously.
“Should I clean up, Debra? I really am sorry about all this.” Lisa said.
“Nonsense. This was the greatest afternoon I’ve had in a long time. The strap-on? Wow, who knew what fun. I’m glad you and your friend were so curious.” Debra said. Lisa stood from the couch looking around. Debra gave Lisa a nice smack on the ass when she stood up.
“Go pick up the boys, take some extra money from my purse in the kitchen for some ice cream. I’ll clean up around here. Lisa, you don’t ever have to even acknowledge that this happened okay?” Debra said to the girl. Lisa just smiled back saying,
“Well Im really hoping we can do it again sometime. Maybe next time I get to wear the strap-on?” Debra smiled back at Lisa before standing up and kissing the girl once more…
THE END
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Beginning Note: Finally, this is the story I was looking forward to writing for so long! For those who don’t know, Fahrenheit/Indigo Prophecy is a game by David Cage just like Heavy Rain, Beyond 2 Souls, and Detroit. Very early in his career and not well known, but it’s what put him on the map. Just like the other three it’s packed with decision making, quick time events, fun but questionable writing, and fanservice galore. Carla Valenti is the female protagonist and my personal favorite over the three ladies (other two being Samantha Malore and Tiffany Harper) so she’ll have the spotlight, but I’ll be sure to give Samantha and Tiffany their own chapters as well (mini chapters might be more accurate). You read that correctly, I’ll actually be splitting the wettings into chapters/sections, almost like the game itself! Also, there’s going to be a couple of warnings here. First off, spoilers obviously, if you haven’t played the game please check it out or watch a Let’s Play/Walkthrough. Mine won’t be an exact correlation, there’s actually many significant changes but I’d still check it out in order to understand this better since the source material and this fic will be quite confusing. Secondly, there will be both, numerous female and male wettings and hetero sex, as well as lesbian subtext and even lesbian sex scenes as fantasies. In addition, it won’t be as vanilla as any of the sex scenes from my previous stories, a good portion of the wettings and sex scenes are used as rituals for the Indigo Prophecy. If you were expecting good character development, complex writing, and representation for LGBTQ, Mayan culture, or pregnant mothers, this ain’t it. Both the Carla x Lucas and Samantha x Tyler relationships will be extended and there is a story, however this is first and foremost a fanservice erotic fanfiction. Final warning, similar to my first two Heavy Rain stories, while the men and women won’t face any sexual harm, there will be undertones and mentionings of non-consent. If none of this has deterred you, then by all means have fun and enjoy.
Act 1: Mind Infiltration
Samantha & Tyler: Ritual Nightmares and Showers of Love
Samantha Malorne was having a nightmare. She was lying in bed with her longtime boyfriend Tyler Miles. She was pale and petite, with short cropped black hair, piercing blue eyes, and clad in a black short sleeved jersey, and white g string. He was black and slightly muscular, with warm eyes and wearing nothing but leopard print boxers. It was goofy details like that made Samantha adore her lover, however she was currently tossing and turning because she believed someone was trying to take away her dear Tyler. In her nightmare Samantha was naked and lying down in some strange gynecological chair. The room she was in seemed like an old rundown factory mill, yet the gynecology chair was surrounded by advanced and sophisticated technology, such as heartbeat monitors and other devices she did not quite understand their purposes. Her ankles were strapped to the stirrups and her arms were also strapped to the armrests, leaving her in an embarrassingly submissive position. The only thing comforting her was the fact that no-one else seemed to witness the humiliation of having her naked body on display, especially her dainty pink nipples, black bush, and innie vulva.
Samantha noticed that next to her was what appeared to be a large statue of some tribal warrior, holding a bowl, and it appeared to be filled with water and even a straw right next to her mouth. Upon seeing it, her throat reminded her how parched she was, which made sense considering she hadn’t drank much that day, especially during the night. Regretting that choice deeply, she mentally thanked whoever had left the water, especially for designing the layout of the statue, bowl, and straw so that whoever drank from it didn’t even move their body at all. She opened her lips and gently wrapped them around the straw, sucking every last drop of water. She let out a sigh of relief, feeling relaxed.
Unfortunately, this didn’t last for long. Her heart rate spiked, and the monitor started beeping erratically. Her breathing became erratic, and her body started shaking. It wasn’t out of a heart condition or panic attack however. Her nipples hardened into rosy buds, her clit peaked out of its hood, and her labia grew wet with arousal. As if that wasn’t enough trouble to deal with, her bladder and genitals were experiencing a pleasurable ache for a different kind of release. The woman realized with horror that whatever liquid was in that bowl couldn’t have been purely water, it had been spiked with aphrodisiacs and diuretics.
Whoever designed this must have known her biggest humiliations were being seen naked and wetting herself. Samantha couldn’t do anything about being naked and held down, however she insisted on doing everything in her power to deny her captors the right to witnessing her having an accident. Still, how much longer could she hold it, and even if it was permanent, how could she free herself? To make matters even more frustrating, her instincts told her she needed to urinate if she wanted to be free from the chair. In addition to the gyno chair, there was also a hollow space that she knew was meant to contain urine. However it clearly wasn’t an ordinary bedpan. Instead of simply being a stainless steel tray that would be withdrawn from underneath the chair, it appeared to be a miniature fountain or pool carved into the ground. Trying to look around the room, she noticed some new details she had previously missed. The wall in front of her had three very detailed paintings of some sort, demonstrating a man and woman from whatever tribe they hailed from and their use of the chair and fountain.
The first one was the native woman being strapped to the chair, being railed missionary style by her lover. Samantha couldn’t deny how arousing she found the sketch her submissive nature, being restrained in a sex chair and pounded by Tyler was something out of her wildest dreams. The second painting was both of them urinating into the carved space. This time the man appeared to be struggling as he had to spread his legs a little to avoid stepping in the pool whereas the woman simply had to do it while still sitting in the chair, thus not having to risk performing strenuous poses or dirtying herself. Samantha blushed, she was very pee-shy and combined with everything else just seemed impossible. If Tyler was there though, it was a possibility. To her horror, the third painting had changed the woman sitting from an obtuse angle to lying completely flat, and she was very pregnant. Meanwhile the man stood by her side and a new woman, perhaps a doctor or nurse, was holding the pregnant woman by the inner thighs. Thankfully that was as far as the painting went, however Samantha didn’t need to be in obstetrics to realize that the conclusion of the bizarre ritual was the woman giving birth.
“Samantha, Samantha hold on! What the hell have you done to my fiance!” Tyler screamed. She shivered at the anger in his voice and looked up to see him also naked, being marched and held hostage by a group of men wearing gas masks and army fatigues. They were also holding AK-9 rifles fitted with suppressors. Most noticeably, the one holding Tyler wore a robe and had a monstrous face reminiscent of some sort of orc. More importantly, he held Samantha’s soulmate in a headlock, holding his own Beretta 92fs pistol to his forehead. “Tyler, Tyler, what have they done to you?! Let him go!” she cried in anger and fear. “I’m alright babe, shit, what do you want with her?! If you lay a finger on her-!” “Both of you, stay quiet.” The cultist holding Tyler commanded with a booming voice that clearly held malice. He shoved him towards Samantha, but made sure to still aim the pistol in his direction.
“Do you love her?” the orc man questioned. “Of course I do!” “Do you love him?” “Yes, with all my heart! Please just let us go! As a matter of fact, you can kill me, fuck me, or do whatever you want if you let Tyler go!” “Samantha no, how could you say that?!” Tyler denied in outrage. “I know I’ve been a terrible and unsupportive girlfriend.” Samantha sobbed. “I kept begging you to quit your job as a detective even though it’s important and what you love doing. You’re clearly the one that deserves to live.” “Both of you, enough! I’m tired of your ramblings, especially you!” the cultist growled. “Hysterical woman, you won’t fit within our clan if you keep up such shameful behavior!” “What?” they both questioned. “We have no intention of hurting either of you. The Orange Clan partakes in violent and erotic activities, but never combine the two together, and especially not to our clan members.” This time, both lovers exchanged confused glances. “What the hell are you talking about Green Goblin?” Tyler angrily questioned.
“Tyler Miles and Samantha Marlorne, I am the Oracle and a representative of the Orange Clan. The men and women gathered with me have chosen the both of you to join us. Please accept this invitation with grace, for it is a huge honor.” “Most people send invitations by writing cards, not kidnapping and forcibly stripping us naked!” Tyler shot back. “We didn’t do any of that, you’re just having that cognition because this is a dream and possible future.” “What are you talking about? Also why would you even recruit us to your cult, we’re just ordinary people!” Samantha questioned. “First off, we are a clan or a tribe, don’t ever refer to us as a cult. Secondly we don’t have much time, just do as we say.”
“Fine, what?” Tyler inquired, just wanting to be done with whatever the hell was going on. “Tyler and Samantha, to test your full capabilities we ask that you lie together and make water afterwards, into the Chroma Artifact.” Samantha blushed at the voyeuristic instructions while Tyler’s face formed a face of confusion. “I’m sorry, what?” “He’s asking us to have sex and pee. I think the Chroma Artifact is the fountain below.” Sam answered, looking down with her severe blush growing. “At least the woman uses her brain.” Tyler looked towards the Oracle and the rest of the Orange Clan in shock. “You’re all damn sick perverts!” “How? Both of you are in love and make love quite often, this is just another session. Why is your manhood so limp? Your lover is aroused and lying wide open, I figured both of you would be ecstatic.” The masked figures finally spoke up, either laughing or whispering in confusion.
“I can’t get it up if both of us are put in a situation neither of us want to be in! Just let us go!” “Didn’t I tell you this was a dream? Anyways, if you won’t lay together, fill the Chroma Artifact with your fluids.” “Finally, something I can do.” Tyler grumbled as he stepped back until he was no longer stepping in the pool, held his cock and aimed, then closed his eyes. With a groan, a thin pale yellow urine stream trickled out of his member and spattered against the stone fountain. When done he shook the head of his dick until it was dry. “Now the woman.” The Oracle ordered. Samantha normally would have protested, however having seen the love of her life do something so taboo broke her limits. With a loud cry of ecstasy, a waterfall of clear urine poured out of her genitals and down the slope of the gynecological chair, creating a monstrous waterfall that splashed with Tyler’s creek, creating a harmony of urine. The Oracle and his masked minions cheered while she was gasping in relief and pleasure, too engulfed in the rush to hear Tyler calling her name.
“Samantha, it’s alright babe! It’s alright…” Tyler declared as Samantha woke up to being repeatedly shaken by him. “Huh? Oh Tyler!” she exclaimed as she embraced him and proceeded to deeply kiss him, which he returned. “What did I do to deserve this?” he exclaimed with a grin. “Tyler don’t joke! I had a nightmare, you were surrounded by these cult looking men, they were wearing gas masks and had guns. One of them, I saw his face. He looked like an orc or something, and he threatened us into joining his clan! We had to pee together.” she added the last part in embarrassment. Tyler let out a chuckle. “Babe, I can assure you no Lord of the Rings monster will do me in, especially with you in my life. Besides, I’d love to piss with you anytime.” “I’m scared, how much longer can you keep this up? Especially after the murder you were investigating last night. Please, let’s go to Florida with my family. We can raise our kids in a safe environment.”
“I understand your concern but you know it’s my duty to make this city a safer place. I want our kids to live comfortably too, but please let me help these people first.” Tyler assured. “I understand.” Samantha replied sadly. “Let me go make coffee.” “Actually, I should make coffee, you need to hop in the shower. Don’t worry about the laundry.” “Laundry? Huh, why do I…?” Samantha trailed off as she realized a good portion of her side of the bed had a large damp spot, in addition the bottom of her jersey and her g string were completely soaked. “Shit, seriously?! Oh what is wrong with me?” she cried. “It’s alright Sam, nothing to be ashamed of.” Tyler explained in a comforting tone. “Nothing to be ashamed of? I wet the bed and am covered in piss. I feel so dirty…” she groaned. “Is it dirty when you squirt all over the bed?” her boyfriend replied with a good natured grin. “What the...that’s not the same!”
“Not technically, but pretty damn similar. Just hop in the shower and I’ll prove it.” Tyler encouraged. Sam reluctantly peeled off her jersey and wet g string. To her further embarrassment urine drops still clung to her legs and thick black bush. She figured Tyler would finally stop trying to comfort her and just admit she was disgusting, but to her surprise his expression looked even more pleased and his hard-on poked through his silly leopard print boxers. Samantha couldn’t help but feel her clit harden and her nipples peak, she knew Tyler would cheer her up and make sweet love to her as he always knew how to.
First order of business was to clean herself up. First Samantha stepped in the shower and turned it on. Normally the cold blast would have caused her to shriek and grumble in irritation, but instead she just felt relieved at finally being able to be clean. Even if she was starting to understand why urination could be sexy, that didn’t mean she wanted it to linger. The same applied to other bodily fluids, even sexual ones. After getting used to the frigid pelting water she grabbed the shower head and held it to her crotch, spraying her bush and labia clean of any urine. She couldn’t help but moan when some of the shower hit her already hardening clit.
“Already starting without me I see.” Tyler replied as he stepped in. “Tyler!” she yelped. “What? We’re practically married Sam, you think I don’t know what you do in your private time? I’ve heard you getting active before. Keep going.” Sam hesitated, but decided to go right ahead. If they could fuck, then she could most certainly masturbate until he joined in. She adjusted the shower head to aim right at her clit, and used her other hand to pinch her pink nipples and massage her petite breasts. Samantha pleasured herself for around a minute, until Tyler leaned in and kissed her, his hard and lengthy cock rubbing against her flat tummy. She kissed back as hard as she could, awkwardly setting the showerhead back in its original position. They both giggled and nuzzled their noses together in a playful passion, with Tyler leaning in to whisper in his lover’s ear. “This is it Sam, you ready?”
She nodded, and lifted her leg up to try and position it against the adjacent wall. There were a couple of slips and Tyler had to hold Sam steady in place, both of them giggling. Contrary to what HBO and pornography show, shower sex isn’t anywhere near as simple or flawless as it appears, although it could certainly be just as sexy. Thankfully Sam was very flexible due to her petite frame and gymnastic studies, along with Tyler being an athlete as well. In addition, the two were just so in love they could simply laugh and enjoy the dumb things that happened because that’s how romance works. Sam shuddered with hard breathes in anticipation as Tyler left a trail of kisses on her cheek and neck, while he simultaneously massaged her shoulders, breasts, abdomen, and slowly stuck a finger in her snatch, curling it inwards and out to prepare for penetration.
“Tyler, I can’t wait anymore!” “Say the magic words, darling.” he whispered. “Fuck me…” she whispered back. “What was that?” he questioned as he playfully withdrew his finger and petted her thick pubes. “PLEASE FUCK ME!” she begged. “That’s what I like to hear!” he replied as he leaned back, then thrusted forward, sticking his throbbing member straight into her pussy, nailing her cervix. “OH!” she moaned in ecstasy, feeling the large shaft thrust in and out, causing beautiful sensations to travel all throughout her erogenous zones. Her lower lips clamped tighter around his member with each thrust, making Tyler groan in pleasure as well. They both voiced approval when the head of his dick touched her G Spot, causing Samantha to shudder in approval.
“What is it Sam? Am I hurting you?” Tyler voiced in concern. “N-no I feel wonderful, you know how to make me feel like heaven. I just really need to pee again.” “That’s the point sweetheart.” Tyler knowingly replied as he started moving in rhythm again, his dick slamming against her G Spot again. “Tyler, TYLER!!” she screamed, not even bothering to hold back anymore. If Tyler wanted her to piss, she certainly would. With a final shriek of orgasmic ecstasy, Tyler pulled out and jizzed on the drain, then proceeded to hold Samantha steady, then watched as she squirted, a fountain of clear liquid spraying like a fire hose. After a couple of more spurts, a thinner and more controlled stream of urine poured out, splattering against Sam’s inner thighs and falling against the drain. Tyler bent down to lick her bush and snatch clean, then stood back up to let the shower to do the rest of the job.
“Oh, that was wonderful Tyler!” “See dear? I knew you would love it, you just have to be a little more open minded.” he replied. The two kissed again, although a little more relaxed due to their lovemaking. Sam noticed in amusement that his cock was starting to relax to its normal state, although it twitched a couple of times. Suddenly she had an idea. “Can we try something?” “Sam baby, as much as I’d love a sex marathon I need to get to work, Carla’s probably got her panties in a twist.” Tyler laughed. Normally a girlfriend would be annoyed and perhaps jealous at her boyfriend mentioning another woman’s name and underwear apparel, especially a beautiful, more curvaceous woman who was a close coworker and spent so much time with him.
However Sam had seen the two interact, and was personally good friends with Carla well enough to know the two were simply buds who liked to solve crimes, spar, and watch basketball. In addition, the petite beauty couldn’t help but admit how attractive the other woman was due to her bisexuality. That had certainly made things awkward when the two peed together but Carla was nothing but a kind and considerate friend, brushing off any concerns without a care. Sam blushed at the memory, but then remembered her previous idea. She grabbed Tyler’s hand.
“I’m too exhausted to even think about going for another round right now, much less a whole marathon. I just want to see you pee.” “What?” “It’s only fair, you saw me go twice.” Sam protested with a cute pout. “Well technically I didn’t have the pleasure of seeing you go the first time, just the aftermath.” Tyler slyly shot back. “In that case you actually saw me go three times then, first in the bed, then when I squirted, and when I urinated after that.” “I’m just messing with you girl, of course you can see me piss. I’ve actually been meaning to since I forgot my usual morning leak.” “What? How come?” “Well, first I had to wake you up and calm you down, what good boyfriend lets his woman sleep through such a nightmare?” “Oh, right. Well why not afterwards?”
“Well, after seeing your accident I got a little excited and you don’t know how hard it is to take a leak when you’re hard, see what I did there?” In goofy fashion Tyler laughed at his own pun as he walked to the toilet, Sam tailing him. She was so excited that she gradually leaned in until Tyler told her not to. “Careful Sam, I don’t want any to splash in your face. Besides, you keep breathing on my dick and I’m gonna get hard again, it’s enough temptation that you’re still naked.” Sam blushed but stood back straight and backed up a little. Tyler grabbed his cock, aimed, then groaned and let loose. The thin stream exited his urethra and Sam watched in amazement. The trickle splashed and created a nice resonating sound, and the water quickly darkened to a slight yellow. In addition Tyler’s urine was rapidly firing so much that bubbles were starting to form, effectively covering all the water. He eventually finished after a couple of spurts, shook his penis dry, then took a piece of tissue paper and dabbed the head.
“Woah, that was so sexy.” Samantha whispered. “Cue applause.” Tyler exclaimed with a smirk. “Still, I was wondering when you would finally realize you were into piss play.” “Realize? It just happened.” Samantha replied, confused. “That’s not exactly true. You were always into it, or at least were for some time. You just didn’t know it yet.” “Yeah? And how did you know, Mr. Fetish Genius?” “Well, you would never be near me when either of us had to go. That could just be shyness but we’re lovers. In addition, on the off chance when I accidentally saw you, you certainly seemed embarrassed, but weren’t angry like if I had caught you doing number two. It was more as if you liked that I saw, but didn’t want to admit it. It was so extreme you even held it in and wet yourself just because you didn’t want me to hear your piss hitting the water.”
“Oh, right.” Samantha reminisced. The experience had been so mortifying, not only because she had pissed her jeans in front of her boyfriend, but also because she couldn’t help but think that she wanted to do it again. Thankfully Tyler helped, so he had called Carla to help her with her problem. Speaking of, the phone call rang with a message. “Tyler! Get your ass to the office!” the beautifully accented voice resonated in the apartment. “This case requires all the help I can afford, and I refuse to deal with Jeffrey pestering me about the money YOU owe him.” The call ended.
“I’ve never heard her like that, she’s always so easygoing.” Samantha voiced her concern. “Shit, she’s pissed! Carla’s going to have my balls if I’m any more late.” Tyler panicked as he started to throw on new boxers, some jeans, his trademark blue camo sweater, and heavy army green jacket. “Just tell her about this morning, minus the shower sex.” Samantha suggested. “Are you sure?” “It’s fine, I don’t want you getting in trouble and Carla will vouch for you if I’m involved. Besides, we’ve seen each other urinate, it can’t be any closer than that.” “Right, just the mental image to keep me motivated.” Tyler exclaimed with a grin. “Tell me who was better, me or her?”
“Go to work!” Samantha yelled. “Alright alright, have a good day babe. Also get dressed, don’t want you catching a cold.” Samantha realized in slight embarrassment that she was still naked and freezing her nipples off. She bade him farewell and put on a black henley and tugged on some blue panties and navy jeans. Even though he was clearly just joking, Samantha couldn’t help but admit Carla’s peeing session was much more erotic and impressive, although Tyler clearly won out due to being the love of her life and knowing how to service her body in all the right places. The thought brought a relaxed smile on her face, and she hoped Tyler would return safe and sound.
Carla and Sam: Standing Pissing Tutorial and Desperation at the Station
“That lazy bastard Tyler.” detective Carla Valenti grumbled to herself as she busied herself in her office. She had a deep tan and long brown hair gathered in a ponytail, with full lips and full curves to top it off. A red and black sweater, and brown slacks adorned her body. Underneath those she had a white tank top and white tanga panties hugging her curves. In addition, a long tan coat meant to ward off the frigid New York freeze hung on a coat rack. Her slacker of a partner Tyler Miles was missing. He always arrived slightly late, but being late to this extreme was ridiculous and far from professional detective behavior. They had a serious case on their hands and he was taking his sweet time, probably making sweet love to his girlfriend Samantha. Carla had a slight moment of guilt, knowing Samantha had legit emotional issues and maybe Tyler was doing his best to comfort her.
Still, she couldn’t help but be annoyed, especially since right before entering her office fellow officer Jeffrey pestered her about Tyler owing him one hundred bucks, and had been for six months. Who forgets to pay someone back so much money for six months?! The detective blew him off since she had no reason to be involved but still understood why he was peeved. All this coursed through her mind as she continued to type her report on what had happened last night. Normally Carla wasn’t this annoyed, she preferred to keep herself cool and reserved. Unfortunately she had made the dangerous mistake of drinking a little more coffee than she should have.
This in itself usually wasn’t a problem, Carla usually avoided it altogether or drank small amounts, but after staying up so late due to investigating the new murder last night, she needed the caffeine, and LOTS of it. Drinking a lot of caffeinated drinks however, increased one need to urinate and Carla had been holding it in for a good portion of time. As tempting as it would be to head to the nearest toilet and let loose, she denied herself the luxury until Tyler appeared and took over her duties. Besides, she loved retaining urine, the prolonged desire to urinate combined with the competitive nature of having a record made it one of Carla’s sexual hobbies, inferior only to masturbation and real sex. Still, she had finished her portion of work and refused to do Tyler’s, meaning all she could do was kill time.
She stood up and did tricks with her Duncan yoyo, hoping to distract herself. For most people this would have worked, however Carla Valenti was a very curious person who loved to ponder. Her dire need to piss was so bad, everything she thought about would always go back to that topic. She hadn’t ever felt a need like this save for one time. It had been six months ago, during the summer. Tyler had given her a call about Samantha. She had assumed it would have been their typical sparring session but that had to be canceled. The detective remembered it quite vividly, due to how bizarre it was.
“Carla, thanks for picking up.” “Tyler, is something the matter?” she had questioned, noticing Tyler’s voice was rather panicked and stern compared to his usually carefree tone. “A little bit. We can’t sparr tomorrow, Samantha needs your help once you’re free.” “What’s the matter, I’ll be happy to help.” Over the line she heard said woman pipe up. “No Tyler, don’t tell her!” “Samantha, I have to! I can’t help you and you refuse to see a therapist, what else can we do?” he argued.
“I don’t need to see a therapist. It's a waste of money and time, for a small ordeal.” Samantha bitterly replied. “Exactly, it’s a small ordeal that we could work out together, but you won’t let me help so I have no choice but to treat it as something serious. Samantha babe please, Carla’s a friend who can help you. If you can’t talk to me, at least talk to her.” “Um, what’s going on?” Carla joined in, wanting to get to the bottom of things. “Samantha, please.” “Okay, just do it.” the other woman finally agreed with a hint of sadness. “No, I want to hear it from her.” the detective declared. “What?”
“I understand this is a personal issue, whatever it is, but if Samantha needs my help she needs to tell me herself so we can work it out. Just put it on speakerphone.” A beep was heard. “Hi Carla…” she heard Samantha greet with hesitation. “Hello Samantha. Please tell me what the issue is so I can help.” “Okay, I er...um...I peed.” “I’m sorry, what was that?” “I peed myself, are you happy?! I pissed all over my skinny jeans and I’m standing in my own puddle!” Samantha cried. “Oh Samantha honey, accidents happen, it's nothing to be ashamed of.” Carla reassured. ‘That’s it?’ she internally wondered. ‘I understand why she’s so embarrassed but this doesn’t seem like an issue I can help with. Also that bit about the skinny jeans and puddle was oddly specific.’
“That’s not really the issue.” Tyler cut in. “Samantha is extremely pee shy, and she was holding it in far longer than necessary because I was in the shower. She risked wetting herself all because I would have heard her tinkle, even though we’ve seen each other naked and have had sex who know how many times.” “Tyler, don’t tell her about our bedroom life!” Samantha admonished. “The logic is there though.” Carla agreed. “Urination is not that big of a deal, it’s a bodily fluid that exits the genitals. I’m sure you and Tyler see that all the time. I don’t think he will be disgusted if he hears water splashing.”
“That’s what I’ve been telling her!” “Still, I suppose I understand where you’re coming from, everyone has variations of privacy. Tell you what, I can’t do anything about your pee shyness but I can make sure no one can hear it.” “How, play loud music whenever I go?” Samantha sarcastically replied. “Even better, I can teach you how to pee standing up.” “What?! Girls can do that?” “Sure we can. It takes a little bit of practice, but it works like a charm! I actually urinate standing just as much as sitting. Come to my place tomorrow and I’ll help. Bring lots of drinks, but don’t have any until you’re in my apartment, you don’t want to have a premature accident.” Carla advised.
“I’m not sure about this…” Samantha replied hesitantly. “Trust me Sam, things will be much easier. There’s no need to worry!” “Okay, I’ll be there.” “Great! Remember to bring whatever beverages you want, I’ll take care of everything else. See you tomorrow.” With that, she hung up. She figured it would be a pretty simple matter but the next day Tyler explained it was more complicated than she originally believed. “I don’t get what the matter is Tyler, we’re both women. Samantha has nothing to be ashamed of.” “But that’s the thing Carla, Sam’s bi.” “So? Are you afraid I’m gonna steal your girlfriend? You should have better faith in your lover, just because someone is bisexual doesn’t mean they’re promiscuous. Honestly Tyler, I don’t know what goes on in that head of yours.”
“Of course I trust Sam, that’s not the point. Still, biology is biology, and the matter of fact is she finds you very sexy and you’ll be pissing together. That just sounds like a recipe for awkwardness.” “Tyler, I promise you Samantha will be fine. I know what I’m doing. I told her I couldn’t help with her pee shyness last night, but that was a bit misleading on my part. You see, if we spend a good portion of time practicing how to urinate in such close proximity, Sam will absolutely overcome her shy bladder, I guarantee it!” “Thanks Carla, Sam really needed this.” “Of course, I’ll always be happy to help either of you out whenever you two need it.” “Alright Carla, take care.” “Likewise.”
Samantha was wearing a black t-shirt and skinny jeans, shaking with a bit of anticipation. Of course she was mortified beyond belief, but also somewhat excited. Peeing in front of Carla, Carla peeing in front of her, peeing while standing up? It was all so new, her heart was pounding. She coughed a little, her throat being slightly parched due to Carla’s advice. She withheld drinking any beverages but made sure to bring her favorites (mimosa and fruit punch). She rang the doorbell, waiting for Carla to answer.
“It’s me, Samantha.” “Coming right there!” the other woman replied through the door. She opened it, dressed in nothing but a white tank top and tanga panties. The tank top was low cut, showing a nice amount of cleavage, and her belly button and abs were also exposed. “Come on in.” Carla invited with a casual wave of her hand as she walked back in. Samantha nodded and followed, shutting the door. Now that Carla was turned around, Samantha took the time to admire the slightly exposed ass cheeks the tanga panties flaunted. It appeared all of Carla’s beautiful body was tan, even her hidden parts.
“You like what you see?” Carla teased in good nature. “Why the hell are you even dressed like that?” Samantha shot back. “What, it’s my own apartment and it’s summer, I’m sweating my tits off!” The crude joke was meant to be figurative but Samantha did indeed see beads of sweat forming on Carla’s breasts, along with her midriff and posterior. “Considering how blazing hot it is and what we’re going to be doing soon, maybe I should’ve just gone naked.” Samantha just blushed and showed her friend the drinks she brought over.
“Good, I’m glad you brought multiple, I wasn't sure if I was specific enough.” “Well you did say ‘drinks’ as plural. Still, why do I need so many?” “Well you’re probably not going to get it right the first time, we need to lock this down. Practice makes perfect after all. Drink the mimosa first, the alcohol should help remove your inhibitions.” “Right, right.” The two soon drank up, with Carla enjoying some Sherry. They settled into conversation, Carla mentioning that Tyler was a doofus for having the nerve to borrow one hundred bucks from another police officer named Jeffrey and not paying him back yet. “That idiot! I need to chew him out once I get back. Oh...” (She completely forgets about it).
“What is it Samantha? Do you have to go?” “Yes.” “How much?” “Um, a three?” “Oh, just hold it then.” “What? Why?” “I’m still not finished, besides I want to see how long you can hold it. Maybe we can increase those rookie numbers.” Samantha glared as Carla took her sweet time with her wine. She was visibly shaking and holding her crotch while the other woman relaxed. Suddenly she gasped. “Carla, please, I need to pee!” “Okay, head to the shower, I’m feeling nature calling too.”
“Why here?” Samantha questioned when they reached it. It wasn’t a shower with a glass door like hers and Tyler’s. Instead it was a porcelain tub with an upper shower head and a lower faucet, along with a shower curtain. “Like I said, you’re gonna need a ton of practice. No offense but I’d rather not clean your piss from the floor when I have a perfectly good shower.” “Oh, right, sorry.” “What’re you waiting for Sam? Get undressed!” Carla admonished as she yanked off her panties and removed her tank top, revealing all of herself in naked glory.
As Samantha had imagined, Carla’s breasts were full and luscious, dotted with slightly large and rigid areolas and hard nipples, both of which were a pleasant dark brown. What did catch her off guard was her completely bare crotch. Due to Carla’s lack of a love life as well as general style Samantha always figured she would also have a full bush, or at least somewhat of a patch but no, Carla Valenti had gone and waxed any remains of pubic hair from her groin.
Sam also began to undress, first unbuttoning, unzipping and pulling down her skinny jeans, then removing her g string. She wondered if she should remove her shirt as well as she set aside both articles of clothing. The petite woman considered leaving it on, but decided to remove it as well, exposing her small but still beautiful pale breasts. Carla removed hers, and considering she would turn on the shower to wash away any urine there was no reason to keep it on unless she wanted to get soaked. Speaking of, Carla whistled in appreciation as she studied the other woman’s body.
“Damn Sam, you are one naughty girl! A g string is already pushing it, but a full bush? And it’s so well kept too, just the perfect volume!” “Thanks. You should try it, it would be a good look for you.” “I agree, but do you know how much work they require? I don’t have the time to constantly trim it until I reach perfection, just shaving it all off in a couple of quick strokes is much less effort. Enough of that, it’s time to piss. Make sure to watch and mimic each step perfectly.” Samantha wordlessly nodded.
“First, wash your hands with wet wipes or hand sanitizer.” Carla instructed as she handed Samantha a wipe. “Next make sure to stand up properly. Spread your legs a little like I’m doing, then thrust forward a little. After that, form your fingers in a V and spread your labia apart. That’s why I told you to wash your hands, you don’t want to dirty your vulva. Now, aim at something. I’m going for the shower drain. When you’re ready, relax and go wild.” With that, Carla closed her eyes, moaned in relief, and let loose. Samantha was awestruck, as Carla’s urine stream shot out in a perfect arc, going down the drain. Once she was done, the detective wiped her labia dry to get rid of any droplets.
“Your turn.” Carla replied nonchalantly. “Um, okay. I don’t know if I can do this.” “It’s alright Sam, that’s why we’re doing it here. When you get better you can try the can.” “Alright then.” Samantha agreed, as she prepared, following Carla’s instructions to a tee. Once her hips were properly thrust forward and labia spread apart, Samantha relaxed her bladder. Unfortunately the nirvana of finally releasing was so great that she lost concentration as well as control, and urine splattered all over her inner thighs and pooled at her feet. “Shit!” she yelled in frustration and paused her stream.
“Sam, keep going.” “I can’t, I’m heading to the toilet.” “But you were doing so good!” “No I wasn’t, I just pissed all over myself!” “No you didn’t, at least not as much as I did.” That caught Samantha’s attention. “Really?” “Of course! Instead of properly preparing I always just stood up straight and washed it off afterwards. I had to ask around and eventually developed a good technique. Just try again.” Carla encouraged her friend. Samantha nodded and continued her stream. This time a good arc squirted out and continued to travel, going down the drain just like Carla’s. After some more dribbles the trickle was concluded. Sam concluded her piss with a laugh of victory and shook her hips, gyrating a little. Carla laughed as well in amusement. “You could have just wiped like I did.”
“I’m already wet, besides I still have to practice shaking anyways, it’s a good help.” “That it is. Lie down and spread 'em wide so I can wash you.” Carla agreed as she reached for the shower head. Samantha abided, giving her a clear view of her pink lower lips. Carla first made sure to aim at Sam’s privates and legs, eliciting a moan from Sam as the water spray had touched her clit. Then she washed away the urine on the floor, making sure it all went down the drain. “Alright, so that was a good first try. Let’s fill our bladders some more and we’ll do the toilet this time.” “You think I’m ready for that?”
“Sure, you’re a pretty quick learner!” Carla complimented as she toweled off. Sam followed suit and the two naked women headed back to the kitchen table. This time the petite waif enjoyed her beloved fruit punch while the curvaceous knockout detective guzzled some lemonade. They talked about some more wetting experiences until the familiar need rang clear. The two ladies stood up and headed towards the toilet, then prepared by using hand sanitizer to wash their hands. “Again, carefully pay attention to what I do. On the one hand, a large toilet bowl is a much easier target than a small shower drain. On the other hand however, you’re aiming for the porcelain which is a bit trickier. In addition, taking off all your clothes is necessary for the shower so that’s not an issue, but in a public or private restroom, as well as outdoors that’s another story.” “What am I supposed to do in those situations?”
“Well it depends. If you’re just wearing pants, taking them off completely is no problem. When you get enough practice, just unzipping and pulling them down to your ankles is fine. If you’re wearing a dress however, I guess you can take it off completely if you really want to pee standing up. Otherwise I just recommend sitting down. Now, back to here. The instructions are pretty much the same, just make sure to aim for the porcelain of the toilet bowl.” Carla got into position, and with a grunt, shot her piss out in an arc once more. It was a direct hit, almost noiselessly running down the porcelain with a very faint hiss. Once she was done she wiped off with a wet wipe and tossed it into the toilet bowl.
“Now you try.” Carla suggested as she stepped back to give her friend room. Sam stepped forward and thrust her hips towards the direction of the porcelain that Carla had just pissed on. Once she was certain her aim was on point, she spread her genitals apart, relaxed her bladder, and felt urine pour out. Just like Carla’s, it exited in a beautiful and perfect arc. Towards the end some droplets ended up on her legs but for the most part Samantha had nailed peeing standing up. She wiped herself off and also chucked her wipe in the toilet with a smile on her face. “You wanna do the honors?” Carla questioned with a sly smile as she pointed at the trip lever. Samantha nodded and flushed the toilet.
“Congrats Sam, now you know how to pee standing up! Make sure to try it out anytime you feel like.” “You bet I will! It’s a strange feeling, but I like it. Thanks so much, I’d hug you but we’re, well…naked.” “It’s okay, bring it here.” Carla replied as she opened her arms. Samantha complied and the two women tightly embraced. It was pleasant, until Samantha’s bush tickled Carla’s bare crotch and their nipples rubbed against each other. The two quickly pulled apart with an awkward giggle and proceeded to readorn their clothes. “Alright then, you have a good one.” Carla bade farewell. “You too, thanks for everything.” Unbeknownst to Carla, her teaching changed Samantha’s irritation towards urination to curiosity and would later evolve into arousal, which was what would eventually lead Tyler to be late six months later. What she did know was the memories caused her to accidentally let a spurt loose. She gasped and blushed, holding her crotch and was thankful no-one had witnessed her shameful display or could tell that she had leaked since it didn’t show on her slack pants.
‘My iron bladder is not at its peak performance.’ Carla thought to herself. Not wanting to have an embarrassing accident in front of her colleagues she continued to head towards the bathroom when someone called her. “Carla, can you do me a favor?” Martin McCarthy questioned. “Sure Martin, what do you need?” “That Kirsten file you were looking for, it’s down in the Archives Room, think you can get it?” “Leave it to me.” the female detective casually replied, inwardly however she was terrified. ‘The tight spaces in the Archives Room are a nightmare, my claustrophobia is going to spiral out of control! It’s a miracle I didn’t piss myself just thinking about it’ she internally panicked as she marched herself to the frigid cramped room. She still remembered how Tyler and Samantha had laughed when they were playing the Resident Evil Remaster and the infamous ‘Jill Sandwich’ cutscene occurred.
In the game, the female protagonist Jill Valentine was almost crushed to death when she triggered the trap by trying to obtain a Winchester 1897 trench gun (both she and Tyler high fived when they successfully identified the model, causing Sam to playfully roll her eyes), and her teammate Barry pulled her in at the last second. Jill survived and was even rewarded with the shotgun, however at the cost of wetting herself in fear and listening to Barry’s sandwich pun. Of course it wasn’t enough to trigger her claustrophobia, however Carla still pitied the protagonist. Jill was a tough and elite police woman, however that didn’t mean she was invulnerable. Tyler and Sam found the whole ordeal more humorous than anything, which confused her since the cutscene wasn’t played for comedic effect.
“I’m sorry, was this supposed to be an inside joke within the Resident Evil fandom?” “Yes, however that’s not why it’s funny.” Tyler said once he settled down. “The voice acting is certainly leagues above the original, however this still isn’t good. When Jill pees herself she doesn’t sound scared or ashamed, more like Sam Heidi is annoyed that she had to voice act that scene.” Sam explained. “You can tell it was added simply because someone at Capcom had a piss fetish and wanted to show it off with their advanced graphics since this wasn’t in the original or explained in any manuals, guide, or interviews.” Tyler continued. Carla believed him, he loved researching video game lore. “If that’s the case, they failed. Jill can look that pretty but her urine isn’t programmed to show on her pants and instead a puddle just randomly appears at her feet?” Sam questioned with mild annoyance.
“Yeah, talk about inaccuracy. If you’re going to add fanservice, go all out.” Carla added. Despite what she and Tyler had said, Sam continued to be a closeted urine fetishist. The best either of them could do was cleverly imply it so she would eventually come to the conclusion herself. “Speaking of inaccuracy, Jill shouldn’t have even been the one. Rebecca would totally piss herself, not Jill.” Tyler added. “What?! How dare you insult Rebecca like that?” Sam countered, outraged that her favorite character was being made fun of. “What, she’s an innocent and harmless medic, a tough elite cop like Jill wouldn’t wet her pants in any situation.” “Actually, I have to disagree.” Carla joined in. She was pretending to focus on the game, however that was just an excuse to not look her friends in the eyes.
“Jill almost died. Just being in that cramped room would have uncorked my bladder.” the detective continued. Tyler and Samantha shared a look. “You’re claustrophobic?” her partner questioned. “Yeah, please don’t tell anyone at the office. I don’t want to get fired or have any rumors being spread.” “Your secret’s safe with us.” Tyler promised. “And I can totally relate. Not the claustrophobia, the pants wetting.” Sam nervously added. “Well I meant hypothetically, it never actually happened.” Carla teased. Both detectives laughed at Sam as she blushed and grumbled. It was a happy memory, however at that moment it seemed more like cruel irony as Carla traversed the aisles.
‘I’ve never related to Jill Valentine more in my life. Tough female cop wets her pants while solving a puzzle to get an item.’ It wasn’t even a question of whether she could make it or not, it was a forgone conclusion. Still, wet pants she could deal with. That file was what was most important and she was going to get it if it, even if that meant soaking her slacks with urine. Her breathing became rapid as she traversed the terminals, and her bladder panged some more. Ignoring it, she continued her search. Finally, it was there, all she had to do was reach. Standing on her toes, she lifted, however this also stretched her bladder. This time a lengthier spurt hit and a noticeable wet patch covered her crotch and inner thighs. Tears clouded her eyes and her breathing came in sobbing gasps, however she persevered and finally grabbed the tape and ran out of those cursed terminals. Knowing she was safe and had accomplished her goal despite her handicaps, Carla closed her eyes and gave in to her needs. On instinct her body relaxed and she voided her bladder. The detective sighed in relief, a lazy smile gracing her lips as urine continued to pour out of her. By the time she was done, her brown slacks were soaked and a noticeable puddle had gathered around her feet.
‘I’m not even embarrassed or uncomfortable, it felt so good! No wonder Samantha secretly enjoys this, she just needs to admit it. Still, it sucks that someone’s going to see me like this. With any luck I can contact Tyler or McCarthy to come here in private.’ She first stuck the tape into the computer and noticed in disappointment the only information that was released was the name of the detective who handled the case. Carla waited, and after five minutes her pants dried to some extent, however the remnants of her accident were still noticeable and the puddle wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Having no choice, she contacted Tyler on his radio and when he answered told him to meet her by the computer terminal, and to bring her a new pair of slacks from her closet. He finished his portion of work and eventually stopped by with what she requested.
“Actually working Tyler? I suppose that’ll make up for your outstanding tardiness, I do believe this is a new record.” she sternly criticised as she crossed her arms and tapped her foot in annoyance once he arrived. “However, because of that I was forced to traverse the terminals myself and with a full bladder. You don’t need to look at my crotch or the puddle on the ground to determine the aftermath, although you’re more than welcome to if that’s what it takes to prevent this from ever happening again. “Shit Carla, I’m sorry, I seriously am!” Tyler sincerely apologized as he handed her the pair of new slacks. He turned the other way to keep watch while simultaneously giving Carla privacy. She unzipped her slacks and peeled them off, along with the sopping tanga panties. She wrung them dry to the best of her abilities, then stuffed them in the pocket of the slacks she had an accident in.
“However…?” she trailed off as she pulled up and buttoned her new pants, recognizing the tone in her partner’s voice and knowing he had some excuse. “Sam had a nightmare about me dying. As if that wasn’t enough she also wet the bed.” “Oh poor dear, I’m so sorry for her. Wait, did she-?” “Yeah she said I could tell you. She trusts you, and knew I needed her backing so you wouldn’t be on my ass.” “Of course, I understand.” Tyler breathed a sigh of relief, and thought back to his morning. The mental image of Sam writhing, squirting, and pissing in the shower brought a grin to Tyler’s face. Unfortunately for him, Carla had caught it.
“What on earth are you grinning for Tyler? Don’t tell me you just gave me a load of crap.” she fumed at her partner.” “Of course not. I’ll never forget how scared and upset she was.” he sadly replied. “However I’m also not forgetting the crazy shower sex we had right after that, my god Sam’s amazing. You were about her being into urine play, and we made it official this morning.” “I’m done with you Tyler.” Carla sighed in exasperation. ‘First he had the nerve to use the urinal right in front of me the previous night, then he shows up late and bragging about fucking Sam?’ she mentally questioned. “I’ll let it slide this once since you’ll need to be rid of any distractions in order to concentrate on this case. In fact, I’d recommend it whenever you’re feeling pent up frustration. Just make sure you two have enough time and don’t let it take over your work.”
“Seriously? Thanks Carla!” “You’re welcome. Now I better see real results, and pay Jeffrey back!” “Oh, I already sorted that out.” “Sorted that out? How so?” “We’re playing a game of ball. I win and he shuts up about it, he wins and I fork over two hundred bucks.” “Oh Tyler, you might as well have committed robbery.” Carla responded gravely. “Jeffrey’s athletic, but basketball? He’s done for, you’re incorrigible.” “I don’t know the meaning of the word.” Tyler shot back. She shook her head and they both exited the room. Little did she know, this case would change her life, in more ways than one.
Case in point, their usual sparring practice had been anything but this time around. After they were done for the day they headed to the gym. They changed separately, Tyler into his navy blue tank top and shorts, while Carla donned a white sports bra and navy blue yoga pants. The sports bra managed to show off her cleavage yet still did its proper duty of protecting her heaving breasts from soreness, along with the bonus of showing off her tanned, hardened abs. The yoga pants also hugged her posterior without hindering her movements. Just because she fought didn’t mean she couldn’t look good, her body was a weapon in multiple ways.
They both exercised before they sparred, Tyler lifting barbells while Carla stretched. Soon she was doing complex maneuvers which strengthened her abs and thighs, however when she performed the splits her genitals quivered in excitement. Ignoring that, she moved on to dumbbells. However, her typical thirty pound dumbbells weren’t enough and she soon switched to fifty. However she lifted those effortlessly as well, her lean biceps hadn’t even flexed yet. Finally she went for the seventies which caused some struggle. However soon those also became meaningless and finally she chose nineties. Now she was working up a sweat, although she knew logically it still wasn’t enough.
“Carla, when the hell did you start lifting nineties?” Tyler questioned in amazement. “Try to keep up.” she teased her partner, although she was wondering the same. Shrugging it off, she did pull ups and core exercises, eventually causing her breasts and abs to sweat. She towelled off for a bit and sipped some water from her flask. The frigid water cooled her parched throat, and she gulped some more until the entire bottle was done. Weird, I wasn’t even that exhausted yet I was more thirsty than usual. I’m feeling starved too. Is my metabolism increasing?’ It certainly had, which meant not only was her body stronger and healthier, but also required more maintenance and worked at quicker speeds, which she would soo learn. Eventually both detectives had finished warming up and entered the ring.
Tyler threw a hook, however Carla could tell it was a faint. Normally she would have barely blocked it, but this time she saw it coming a mile away and dodged with ease. After leaning out of the way, she retaliated with a sharp jab that caught Tyler square in the jaw. She threw a second one which Tyler blocked, however her blow still caused severe pain to his arms which made him yelp. He also threw a jab which Carla once again dodged, however he quickly fainted and this time successfully caught her in the bicep. It barely even stung. She retaliated by lifting her leg up to roundhouse kick him and it sent him flying a few feet. Stretching her leg up so high caused her bladder ache and Carla gasped.
‘My strength and speed have increased tenfold, but so have my other needs, such as hunger, thirst, sex, and urination! If I don’t finish this now I’m gonna piss myself!’ As soon as she thought that, Tyler landed a short yet powerful uppercut to her abs. Her taut belly absorbed the impact with little difficulty, however it also caused her to leak some drops. Thankfully, Tyler was too caught up in desperation for defending himself too notice and she was able to prevent another spurt. ‘My bladder may be more active, however it’s also larger and stronger too, thus it has better control. In the past I would’ve been laying in a puddle of my own piss.’ Realizing that was still a possibility she regretfully dropped-kicked Tyler with everything she had, causing a spurt to create a baseball sized wet patch on her crotch. The tight pants prevented any from leaking out onto the floor, however the detective didn’t even have the time or focus to appreciate it and was more worried about the man she just annihilated.
“TYLER! Shit I’m sorry!” Carla cried, already regretting what she did. She’d much rather have an accident than seriously injure her friend and partner. She helped him stand up and to her surprise he laughed. “Damn Carla, you almost always beat me but you kicked my ass this time! Shit girl, good job.” the male detective complimented good naturedly. “It’s not funny Tyler, you could have been seriously hurt! I should have held back, we can’t ever do this again.” “Carla, ain’t no shame in me losing.” “That’s not what I’m talking about, Tyler. My body’s been acting crazy ever since this case started. This strength wasn’t gradual, it came around last night! O que está acontecendo comigo?!”
“What was that last part?” “Brazilian Portuguese.” “Oh yeah, from your mom, right? Look Carla, relax. I think you were just extra energetic, not to mention our bodies can easily get more athletic without us noticing, especially with people who are as active as we are! Don’t beat yourself up over anything.” Carla nodded, feeling even more embarrassment at how hysterical she was acting. “I’m gonna take a shower, you head out before me.” Tyler nodded and left. Normally she would let him go first, however she needed to urinate, whether it be the shower or her pants she didn’t care as long as Tyler had gone.
As soon as he had left, she yanked her yoga pants and tanga panties off in one quick motion and headed to the showers. Once she was inside the cool tile room she let loose, not even bothering to get in position. Her torrent shot out in a messy spurt, splattering her bare legs and feet.
She didn’t care, instead almost welcoming the feeling of warm urine coating her cold extremities and certainly basking in relief as she voided her bladder. With a sigh she finished and turned on the shower. Cold water blasted and she realized she had still kept her sports bra on as her nipples hardened through the fabric and became see-through. She took it off and threw it near her other clothes then continued to wash up. Her hormones had been going off the scales due to the fighting and urination, however she didn’t have the time to masturbate and curbed her desire away with the frigid shower. Done, Carla also washed her yoga pants and tanga panties, then redonned her detective clothes. She gasped in pleasure and irritation as her slacks rubbed against her bare genitals. All in all, a strange yet decent day. It was only the beginning though, and just the tip of the iceberg compared to future events.
Lucas and Tiffany: Conjugal Bedwetting
Lucas Kane didn’t know what to feel. On the one hand, he was possessed into killing an innocent man and was suspected by the police. On the other, he saved an innocent kid from drowning and one of the police officers seemed to respect that, letting him off the hook. Still, that was a one time deal, he knew the next run in with law enforcement would lead to his arrest. In addition he had a freakout at his workplace, his coworkers were quite surprised at seeing the normally reserved and dutiful Lucas panicking. Still, he knew those giant ticks weren’t just his imagination, they were probably sent to haunt him. Most likely by the same ones that possessed him into killing that man at the diner.
He was a somewhat handsome but also average looking guy. Mostly white with a hint of Asian ancestry, lean but athletic build due to working out on the punching bag, short dark hair with a bit of gel and clean shaven. Ironic that he was the one chosen to go experience all of this. Then again, his appearance may have been typical but his childhood had been anything but, perhaps that was why. His parents had been in the military, which meant he and his brother Marcus were stationed with them at the base. Unfortunately they had suffered a terrible fate and had perished, orphaning the two boys. Lucas stopped thinking about that, instead trying to at least focus on something positive.
‘Tiffany’s coming over to pick up her remaining belongings.’ Lucas told himself. It wasn’t exactly great news, but leagues better than thinking about murder, getting arrested, or his dead parents. Tiffany Harper was his caring and beautiful girlfriend. ‘No, ex girlfriend. I need to stop thinking we’re together.’ he sadly admonished himself. A month ago, the two had a falling out. While Lucas’ life had really turned upside down recently, he always had issues pretty much everyday regarding depression. She had tried to help him back up on his feet but when it became clear Lucas wasn’t getting any better she admonished him for being stuck in the past. He yelled at her, and that’s how their relationship ended.
Still, while it was best the two remained separate, there were still residual feelings. During work she had called to let him know she was returning, and in addition questioned if he was doing alright. Despite the messy separation it was clear she wanted what was best for him, it was just terrible that she didn’t understand him. Still, he was thankful that she still took the time to check up on him. While waiting for his ex, he decided to take his mind off things and relax on the heavy sandbag. Blasting some rock music, he laid blow after blow on the punching bag. To his surprise, his knuckles and feet weren’t feeling any discomfor at all, and each punch and kick landed with complete accuracy. Almost at will, his single strikes fluidly transformed into complex combos which continued to fluidly land and became more aggressive. With one final roundhouse kick the sanbag launched across the room.
‘Something’s changing inside me, I’ve become stronger and more agile than some Olympic athletes. What’s happening to me?’ he questioned as he laid in bed. He dozed off for a bit, the sleep somewhat taking away his stress when the doorbell rang. ‘Must be Tiff.’ Lucas thought to himself as he stood back up and walked towards the door. He peered into the peephole and confirmed it, seeing the beautiful dark auburn hair and green eyes. The man opened the door, the two exes awkwardly staring at each other.
“Hi.” Tiffany greeted, breaking the silence. “Hi.” Lucas replied. “Come on in.” “Am I interrupting anything?” “No, just a bit tired is all. You want a drink?” “Thanks, that’d be excellent.” He went and poured her one while she sat down on the couch. “So, how’re you doing?” he started off. “I’m kind of swamped at the hospital, but the pay’s good. I’m also settling in at my new place. And you?” “Right, I’ve been a little stressed at the office, but I’ll be alright. Wait here while I get your belongings.” “It’s just two boxes with my initials.” Tiffany informed while sipping her drink. Soon after Lucas returned and set them down.
“So, are you seeing anyone? Sorry, I shouldn’t be asking you that.” “No, I don’t mind. I’m still alone.” “Me too. I never really got over you.” Lucas admitted. Tiffany gestured to his electric guitar. “Think you can play a tune, for old time’s sake?” “I’m a little rusty. So much has changed, it’s been pretty far from my mind.” Lucas admitted. “Still, I’ll give it a try.” He tuned the guitar a little while Tiffany sat on the floor. Once he was done he played a comforting melody that lifted both of their spirits. “Thank you Lucas, for everything.” she expressed with gratitude, then blushed. “What is it, Tiff?” “We can’t stay together, it just won’t work, Still, will you be okay with one final night together?” Lucas smiled sincerely.
“Of course Tiffany, anything for you.” With that, the two leaned in and shared a deep kiss and embrace, exploring each other’s bodies. Eventually they ended up wandering into his bedroom. She undid her jacket, revealing a pink long sleeved with the sleeves rolled to her elbows and showing off slight midriff. Then she unbuttoned her jeans and shimmied them down. As Lucas remembered, she usually wore no underwear and he was glad she continued the habit, showing off a patch of dark auburn hair in her lower regions. In addition, he could see some juices coating her lower lips.
While she removed her shirt, Lucas removed his sweater, showing off his hard athletic body and undid his pants, his hard on pitching a huge tent through his boxers. Tiffany slowly pulled them down, giggling when it sprang loose and twitched, then proceeded to lay back down and open her legs wide. Lucas kissed her once again, then trailed them down her neck, fondled each of her medium sized breasts, kissed and suckled her pink nipples, then teased her sweet spot a little for preparation as Lucas rolled a ribbed condom onto his cock.
“Do it Lucas, give me the fucking of a lifetime.” Tiffany commanded in breathlessness. He nodded and with a well timed thrust, buried his seven inch dick straight into her walls. Her tight cunt grasped it, refusing to let go, especially when he felt the head rubbing against her cervix. Being a young couple in love, they certainly had many wonderful sessions but Lucas and Tiffany felt extra aroused this night. He thrusted some more and she responded by raising her bottom upwards, each movement sending them both over the edge, He continued to buck his hips and fucking her missionary style, his cock nailing her g spot everytime. “Lucas you animal!” she screamed as she wrapped her beautiful legs around him, burning him even deeper. “Oh this feels so strange, like I’m about to-to…” “Come?” he growled as he rode her once more. “Yes, but something else, almost like I have to pee, oh, OH NO! STOP! ” Tiffany begged. Concerned for her safety, Lucas quickly pulled out, however the movement hit Tiffany in the right area and caused her to scream with pleasure as she squirted all over his mattress.
“EW EW EW!” Tiffany screeched once she recovered from her orgasmic high, quickly backing away from her own orgasmic fluid. Lucas was confused, squirting meant she orgasmed, however she seemed disgusted. “Tiffany, what’s wrong?” “You idiot, I told you to stop and you still made me wet the bed!” Now Lucas was not only even more confused, but annoyed as well. “Tiff, you squirted. When women orgasm, some of them ejaculate. You’re a woman and a nurse who deals with other women’s bodies, how the hell do you not know this?” Tiffany fumed right back. “I’m in obstetrics, not a sexual health doctor. Besides, studies have shown that female ejaculation comes from the bladder and has similar chemical makeup to urination. I might as well have peed.” “Even if you did, so what? I pulled out and your body reacted, I can’t do anything about that. I’m sorry that you feel embarrassed and I’d make it up to you if I could, but don’t get mad at me for something that’s not my fault.”
‘Now I get why we broke up.’ Lucas internally groaned. ‘She always pulls this shit.’ To make matters even more awkward, he still hadn’t orgasmed. This in itself wasn’t a problem, he was more focused on pleasuring Tiffany, even if she had to throw a fit and gaslight him over something out of his control. The problem was his dick was twitching due to wanting more, and Tiffany could see it. “Lucas…” her voice trailed. The man internally sighed, knowing she was either going to continue their argument or come up with some new issue. To his surprise, she went a different direction. “I’m sorry, I just freaked out. You didn’t do anything wrong.” He raised an eyebrow at this. She was blushing and refusing to look him in the eyes, however he didn’t care. An apology from Tiffany was rare, he’d take it.
“It’s alright. Next time, just be more considerate.” “Thank you.” Lucas was going to go back to sleep when Tiffany pushed him back up. “You still didn’t come.” Lucas smiled. “I’m fine Tiffany. Let’s just call it a night, I can tell you’re exhausted. It’d be unfair to finish without you.” he explained as he removed his condom and went back to bed, both exes drifting to sleep. Sometime later, Lucas heard mysterious noises. He carefully stood up to prevent disturbing Tiffany, and noticed his door was open. He could have swore he had closed. Walking around a bit more, his TV and computer buzzed erratically, flashing with static and images. The fugitive hurriedly turned them off, but something in his mind told him that wasn’t enough. The feeling beckoned him to his door, and into the hallway. He decided to follow through and went into the empty hallway. Or at least it was supposed to be empty, yet there was a mysterious robed figure with an ugly grin and orc eyes.
“Lucas Kane, isn’t it?” the robed figure questioned with a deep, booming, and undeniably stereotypical villainous voice. “What do you want? Leave me the hell alone!” Lucas angrily demanded the man. Predictably, he just laughed at the order. “Really Lucas, you think a pitiful pawn such as yourself can try to intimidate me into doing what you want? Still, you are a pawn and I’d love to leave you alone as you put it, believe me I do. However, you’re needed.” “For what?” “I cannot tell you for now. You are not worthy of that yet. All I can do is tell you that I am the Oracle, representative of the Orange Clan. As of right now, I’m telling you Tiffany is not the woman for you. Leave her.” “Who the hell are you, not only possessing me into committing atrocities, but also telling me how to live?” “Lucas, surely you know your relationship with that woman is futile. She doesn’t love you for who you are, she instead entered a relationship with you because she thought you were as boring and pointless as she was. You had potential for great things, such as a rock musician or martial arts champion. Instead, she weighed you down and you ended up working a meaningless desk job.”
“Me and Tiffany are already broken up, telling me this is pointless.” “So you say, however you still want to be with her. I will end those feelings right now. Look at her.” the Oracle demonstrated as he brought up images of Tiffany. “Is she pretty? Of course, many would say beautiful. However she’s nothing special. Of course looks aren’t everything, however Tiffany didn’t love you for who you were.” “Yeah she did, she was my only serious girlfriend.” Lucas protested. “Perhaps, however, she didn’t love Lucas Kane, the rockstar martial artist with a complex past. She loved Lucas Kane, the desk worker who was as dull as she was. She thinks love is settling down with stable careers, however she’s wrong. Worst of all, those were the least of her mistakes regarding you. She didn’t understand the pain of losing both your parents or why you and Markus are no longer close. What kind of lover is that, Lucas?”
“Don’t you dare talk about my family!” “I’m sorry for bringing up painful memories, truly I am. However it’s necessary that you see that Tiffany has no place in your future. She’s weak, unremarkable, and refusing to make any sacrifices.” “She shouldn’t have to in the first place!” “Perhaps, however, both of our realms are dangerous and sometimes sacrifices are inevitable. Tiffany is a coward though, so she wouldn’t. Worst of all, the reason you’re hiding your secret is you know Tiffany would never forgive you or even hear you out, when a real lover would. Look at this.” Lucas watched in horror as another vision appeared, this time of him telling Tiffany the truth. She was sobbing and throwing a tantrum. “Get away from me you freak!” she screeched. He reached to console her, however she stepped back and wet herself in fear, the crotch and legs of her jeans dripping with downpour. Witnessing Tiffany squirt had made Lucas come to the realization that seeing a woman urinate was arousing to him. However seeing Tiffany betray him and cry like an undignified mess canceled out whatever attraction he could have felt in that moment. He couldn’t even grow hard at all.
“See? Is this really the woman you want to be with?” “Of course she would react like that, why would she forgive a murderer?” Lucas whispered, sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than the Oracle. “This vision isn’t you confessing while on the run. In this vision, I am demonstrating a future where you tell Tiffany what happens after having already been proven innocent. Just the idea of you having blood on your hands scared her off.” Lucas wanted to protest, however, as if everything else he knew the Oracle was telling the truth. “Fine, you’ve thoroughly and utterly convinced me that being with Tiffany will bring me nothing good in my life. Was there a point to this or do you just want to break my spirit?” “Far from it Kane. I actually have a new woman for you to pursue.” “Great, like that solves everything. I don’t know how this Orange Clan operates, but women aren’t interchangeable objects.”
“I never said they were. The one I’m about to show you, she is your true love. She’s perfect for you in each and every way. I personally think she’s far above what a pawn like you deserves, however you’re the only man she could ever love, so you will be her mate.” “Splendid. Show me my soulmate.” Lucas sarcastically replied. He just wanted this stupid dream or hallucination to be done with. “Very well then. Take a good look at Carla Valenti.” the Oracle introduced as he summoned a vision of a new woman. She was beautiful, more stunning than Tiffani could hope for. She was pretty, with a healthy tan complexion and had her long brown hair gathered in a ponytail. Her eyes were hard yet curious, and she had full lips complete with a genuine smile. Lucas’ only complaint was that her clothing, which consisted of a large brown coat, black and red sweater, and brown slacks, was too plain.
“Well?” “She’s beautiful and my type, I’ll give you that much. However, I still don’t know her.” “You will, very soon.” “That’s helpful. Also I can’t even judge her physique if she wears that many layers.” “Carla wears heavy clothing to combat the cold like you and everyone else in New York. I can show you what she wears at home.” the Oracle suggested. Before Lucas could mention how that was completely inappropriate and a total violation of privacy, the vision shimmered to Carla lounging in her global chair. This time she was wearing much less, a white tank top that showed off her cleavage and belly button, and white panties. Her smile had changed to an inviting, yet daring smirk. Then she stood up and stretched, causing her large breasts to bounce and revealing her hard abs as her shirt rode up. Finally she turned around, her white tanga panties designed to expose some of her shapely posterior. “This is her private time, you can’t show me this!” Lucas yelled in embarrassment.
“You never looked away.” “Yeah, and I regret it. I hope no-one else saw Carla like this. And what do you mean this is what she wears at home?” “Get used to it, that’s what Carla wears when she’s by herself. That is, if the weather isn’t too frigid or smoldering.” Lucas knew it was wrong, however he had to ask. “When it’s too hot, are you saying-?” “She wears absolutely nothing. Of course that’s if she’s alone. You are one lucky man, Lucas Kane. Carla could choose any man to be her lover, and it’s going to be you.” “It’s not happening.” “In due time, Lucas. In due time. Unlike Tiffany, Carla is a courageous, ambitious, and powerful warrior woman who will love you for who you are. She lives a dangerous career, meaning she would have encouraged your career choices had you known her back then. She also lost her mother and is estranged from her father so she would most certainly relate to you, and you to her.” Lucas felt sympathetic about hearing her family situation, completely forgetting his lust. The Oracle picked up on his sadness and took advantage of it.
“See? You haven’t even met her yet you still relate more to her than that useless Tiffany.” “Anything else you want to torment me over?” “One last thing. Feast your eyes upon this.” the Oracle exclaimed as the image shimmered into Carla back to being fully dressed. She was walking around computer terminals, however she seemed hesitant and her face looked worried, almost scared. “Why is she walking so strange?” “She has a fear of tight spaces and her bladder is full. Keep watching.” Carla eventually reached for some tape, however as she did, a painful expression formed on her face and a wet patch grew on the crotch of her slacks. To Lucas’ surprise, she was able to temporarily stop it.
Then she grabbed the tape and eventually took it to the computer. Once this was done, she relaxed and with a satisfied smile, continued to urinate until her slacks were entirely soaked. Unlike Tiffany’s undignified wetting, Carla’s was out of a genuine phobia and she still managed to pull herself together and accomplish her task. It certainly helped that she had done so with acceptance and almost pleasure. Whatever the case was, he also felt the urge to connect with her in a similar manner. He left the Oracle and walked back to the apartment, then headed to his toilet. Grabbing his cock, he aimed it and sighed as his stream exited his member. It was almost as good as orgasming.
Suddenly Lucas sat up, for real this time. He groggily checked his surroundings, then groaned. The sheets were even more damp, and most of it was gathered around his side of the bed. To top it all off his inner thighs and the head of his dick had urine droplets, which confirmed that he had ended up wetting the bed because of his nightmare. He braced himself for humiliation and decided to wake up Tiffany and warn her. However, upon removing the blanket and peering at her nude body, she moaned and he could see urine trickling down her labia and pooling in between her thighs. He didn’t know why, but he could feel his cock stiffening and springing up at the sight. Ignoring the bizarre reaction, he waited for her to finish and proceeded to shake her awake.
“Tiff, wake up.” “Huh, what the…?” she groggily groaned. Suddenly she patted the sheets and shrieked. “Oh no, I can’t believe it!” she cried. “Tiff, it’s okay. I did it too.” Lucas admitted with humiliation. “Huh? You did?” she questioned. “Yeah, I think my side is even more soaked. Either way, these sheets have been through the ringer. We need to do laundry and head into the shower.” “Right, right.” his ex agreed. The two stood up and removed the soaked sheets, then put them in the washing machine. Then they headed into the shower. Under different circumstances they might have had another round of passionate sex but both felt too ashamed and exhausted to even think about it, much less go through it. Still, they were at least relieved that they both had accidents and could share their humiliation. Little did they know, there would be a much more terrifying and stressful repeat of events very soon.
While cleaning up, Tiffany was reeling over her own nightmare. She had woken up still naked and strapped down to a gynecological chair of course. At first while confused, she thought nothing of it. She was a midwife who had seen women on these countless times, and had lain or sat down in a few herself for certain checkups. Maybe it was just a weird sex dream. Unfortunately her aching bladder begged to differ, reminding her of how she had just squirted all over Lucas’ sheets just some hours ago. She was ashamed and hid it with anger, however Lucas was more annoyed at her for freaking out. If anything, she saw his dick grow even harder whenever he mentioned squirting or urination. Was he into that? His face was neutral the entire time, most likely meaning that he was but just didn’t know it yet.
‘Lucas is sexually attracted to women urinating. I can’t shame him for it, but I guess it’s another sign we weren’t meant to last. Speaking of lasting, I’m not sure how much time I have left before I burst!’ Tiffany mentally panicked. Soon the discomfort became pain and the midwife was mewling and whining from how much liquid she needed to dispense. She opened her eyes to study her surroundings and was shocked at what she saw. Paintings were etched on the walls, depicting Mayan men and women either having sex, urinating, or giving birth. In each one, the woman was bonded to the chair. ‘I need to wake up somehow! Then I can use the restroom!’
“Afraid not. You can’t wake up from this dream until I permit it. You have no choice but to urinate.” a booming voice declared. Tiffany looked up and saw a robed man with an orc-like face approaching her. “Who are you and what the hell do you want with me?!” “Quiet woman. Have no fear, no harm will come your way aside from fear and shame. I’m simply here to demonstrate and explain why you can’t be with Lucas.” Tiffany fumed, not liking what the man was implying. “Stupid goblin, how dare you violate me like this and lecture me on my private life! Let me go this instant!”
The Oracle sighed to himself, on the one hand he was annoyed, however he could easily get a show and shut the woman up by threatening her. With a nonchalant air about, he lazily withdrew a Beretta 92fs from his robe and pointed it at her, pulling the trigger. Tiffany suddenly spasmed (she would have jumped but she’s bonded to the char), and she almost let out a cry of terror. Instead, a strangled gasp exited, her throat struck with fear to utter any louder sounds. Tears clouded her eyes, and they weren’t the only liquid to exit her body. As the Oracle had wanted, she wet herself in fear as evidenced by the thin trickle leaking out of her vulva and into the fountain. The only sound that could be heard was the patter of her urine hitting the stone surface, along with cries of pain and shame as her urethra forcibly squeezed dribbles out. Eventually she was done, feeling utterly disgraced.
“The gun was empty, I just wanted to teach you a lesson. Look at your urine. You drank a lot of water throughout the day, wine before sex, and didn’t use the restroom after having sex. Logically you should have a torrent of clear urine that filled the Chroma Artifact, yet instead you produced a pathetic stream of dark yellow piss. Your body even struggled towards the end which caused your genitals pain. Know why?” the man questioned with condescension. Logically speaking, it was a very strange ordeal. Tiffany shuddered, the feeling of urine forcibly exiting her urethra as if a catheter had been inserted would haunt her forever. The Oracle did not care, proceeding to lecture her.
“It’s because you don’t enjoy urination whatsoever. The chair and fountain gauge and determine how much arousal you get from certain activities, and the results are created. This disgusting and unhealthy urine is a reflection of your lack of arousal. Don’t worry about your health, this will only happen if you sit in this chair.” “Why?” “None of your business. I’m only here to tell you to leave Lucas Kane alone. You are not an ideal partner for him, especially now that he’s joining our clan. We are made up of sexual warriors, meaning you don’t belong. The only positives you have are your beautiful, fertile body and expertise at being a midwife. Even so, it’s not enough to warrant being within the Orange Clan. Stay away from Lucas.” Tiffany was still shaken up, however she had settled down long enough to regain some of her pride. A scheme formulated within her mind and she would get payback.
“I’m not worthy enough? Then why go through all this trouble? You could have simply told me and I would have believed you.” “No you wouldn’t have. You’re too stupid and skeptical.” “Maybe, but I also know you’re a pervert who gets off on this. Having a helpless attractive woman urinate while strapped down to a chair. Take your robe off and display your manhood.” Tiffany challenged. The Oracle grunted, but did as told. Despite his ugly face, his tall and muscular body, not to mention his massive twelve inch cock made up for it. She grinned at the pale, twitching monster.
“I knew it. You’ve wanted to fuck me this whole time. You can’t argue with such a hard on.” “Maybe, however I only unleash my urges on women who deserve it.” “Well this was a dream so technically it won’t matter.” “This is no dream, your body is asleep and I’m contacting you via your cognitive area.” “If you ejaculate inside me, will I be pregnant?” “No, you will simply orgasm in your sleep.” “Then nothing should stop you from doing so. Fuck me.” The Oracle grunted, but walked towards her. If she wanted it, he would give her what she asked for. Without hesitation he shoved his cock straight into her cunt until it hit her womb. Tiffany screeched in pain as she felt his length and width stretch her walls, causing the Oracle to grin. “Still think you’re ready?” “Definitely, having a huge dick is nothing compared to skill. You won’t make me come.” Tiffany snarled through gasps.
The Oracle growled and continued to pound her. Tiffany gyrated her hips as best as she could to accommodate his thrusts. After around ten minutes of animalistic fucking she felt his dick twitch and hot semen emptied into her womb, causing her own orgasm to arrive. In the real world she would have been impregnated but her belly remained flat in cognitive space. Hearing Tiffany’s cry of ecstasy, he withdrew his dick which was covered in both of their juices so she could squirt into the fountain. It wasn’t much but still evidence he had conquered the whore despite her saying she couldn’t. To further punish her, he rubbed his still slightly hard dick against her lips so she could suck the fluids off his member, which she did without complaint, not even stopping when he proceeded to piss in her mouth. He harshly laughed as she drank his urine and stopped when he withdrew, only to return even louder as Tiffany screeched while she experienced another painful urination.
“What a filthy slut. Begging to lay with me, and doing everything I commanded.” “Maybe, but you’re the one who fucked this filthy slut.” Tiffany shot back with a defiant scowl. She didn’t know why she was acting so horny, usually she was much more reserved. ‘Then again it was a magically enhanced chair designed for sexual purposes, that must be what it’s for.’ she correctly deduced. “So? What consequence is that to me?” “You said I didn’t belong in your stupid clan yet you still fuck me?” “It’s in the cognitive realm, it’s meaningless.” “Maybe, but the point still stands. We even performed the ritual.” “No we didn’t. You’re the only one who urinated in the Chroma Artifact. I chose a less worthy place.”
Tiffany scowl grew as she blushed in indignation. As usual, the Oracle did not care.
“You failed in besting me, although I must admit you proved me wrong about not being sexual, perhaps you’d qualify if you continued the act.” “I’m not interested, asshole!” she shrieked. “Then my point still stands. Don’t ever come near Lucas again, especially in a sexual or romantic way.” Snapping back at the memory, Tiffany shivered at how she was possessed by such lust, even enjoying being fucked by a man who almost resembled a monster. “Is the water too cold?” Lucas questioned. “No Lucas, it’s fine. I’m just embarrassed, imagine a grown woman wetting the bed. Still, at least you liked it.” she smiled. “How could you say that, you don’t think I’m embarrassed about it too?”
“No, that's not what I meant.” Tiffany quickly assured. “I meant my own, you probably thought it was kind of hot.” “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Lucas looked away. Despite it being a silly nightmare (or so she thought), Tiffany was still determined to prove that idiot wrong. More importantly, this would help Lucas realize his new kink. “I figured it out. When I squirted you clearly liked it, and also liked talking about urination. You also had a hard on when we both entered the shower, I’m assuming from my accident?” Before Lucas could protest, she leaned in and kissed him. “I understand now, and it’s perfectly natural. Don’t feel embarrassed. I personally don’t like it, but I won’t judge you whatsoever.”
“Thanks Tiff.” Lucas sighed in relief. “As a matter of fact, I got a little present.” she smirked as she stood up straight with parted legs. Earlier Tiffany drank the shower water to replenish what she lost, also because she was worried about being dehydrated because of how yellow and painful her urine was in the “nightmare”. To her metaphorical relief, her physical relief was as clear as ever and flowed with ease, almost feeling pleasurable. Lucas stared in slack jaw amazement as her urine splattered all over her thighs and poured onto the shower floor. Unfortunately residual embarrassment and exhaustion kept him from growing full mast. Still, he wanted to contribute in some way so he redirected the shower head and sprayed it against her clit. Tiffany grinned as Lucas continued to her, to his confusion she even lay down and spread her legs so he could aim better. Eventually she reached her third orgasm that night.
“Thank you Lucas. I have never felt as good as I did today.” “I’m glad, but we can’t do it again.” he abruptly announced as he picked her back up. He didn’t want to, however he knew it was for the best. Aside from friendship and sex, they didn’t have what it takes to be true lovers. In addition, he had no doubt in his mind that the Oracle wouldn’t hesitate to kill her, which he would avoid at all costs. He just hoped she would understand. “Okay.” she replied in agreement. “Really?” “I get it. We just aren’t compatible. You please me better than I please you and that’s not fair to you.” “Tiffany, don’t say that.” “It’s true. I just hope you can find a woman who knows how to treat you right.” They kissed once more and headed back to bed. Both of their troubles were far from over, however the rewards would soon arrive in the forms of Carla Valenti and Samuel Hugues.
Carla and Lucas: Orange Clan Heritage and First Meeting
Carla found herself sitting in some sort of reclined, gynecological chair. Underneath was a carved space, almost similar to a swimming pool. However it was far too small, it went as high as her ankle. To make matters more confusing, her wrists were strapped to the armrests and so were her ankles, leaving her bare crotch and brown thick lower lips visible to anyone if they happened to stop by. This certainly didn’t make sense on two accounts. The first one was she had gone to sleep in her white tank top and panties. Carla had certainly gone to sleep and even walked around her apartment naked in the past, however that was during the summer and if she wanted to save money by not running the air conditioner. With this freeze, she wouldn’t dare. Secondly, there was also the possibility she was having a sexual fantasy, however if she was she wouldn’t be by herself and restrained. Instead she would be fucking a man. In addition, she preferred sex positions that had her on top so she could ride the man’s cock to orgasm. Of course she didn’t mind being the one receiving, however she met few men who could satisfy her in such a manner. They always came too fast, not being able to keep up with her impressive stamina and semen draining body.
“Funny you say that Carla Valenti. I’m here to help you with that.” Carla whipped her head up to see a man dressed in a robe walking towards her, and immediately tried to break through her restraints. He raised a hand, providing some sort of peaceful gesture that she had a hard time believing. Her caution only heightened when she saw his face, which resembled one of the creatures from those fantasy movies Tyler loved. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, untie me this instant! You can force yourself on me all you want, but you’re a dead man if you do!” “I would never inappropriately touch someone without their consent, especially not one of our descendants. Also you don’t want to be let out, not just yet. Amazing, even in a hallucination you are perceptive.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” the detective growled, trying to throw the man off her trail. Unfortunately for her, it didn’t work.
“If you really wanted out, you would have already been gone, or at least out of the Creation Chair. The straps are tight and sturdy, yet I know you could lean over and chew through the ones on your armrests, then undo the ones on your stirrups. However, you were intelligent enough to realize this was a carnal dream of some sort and wanted to wait it out, see what concurred. Not exactly correct, yet it’s the closest answer you could have gotten.” “Fine you monster, I suppose you’re onto something. Still, if I really was having a wet dream I wouldn’t be tied down and my partner wouldn’t look like a troll.” “You are correct, this isn’t exactly a dream and I am not your lover. You are sleeping and I am currently communicating within your cognitive space.”
“Like I’ll believe that, and if you’re not my partner, then who is?” “He unfortunately hasn’t met you yet, however you will soon. His name is Lucas Kane. Take a look for yourself.” the orc looking man demonstrated as with a wave of a hand he created some sort of magical hologram. It showed a man of course, who she believed to be Lucas Kane. He was a somewhat handsome but also average looking guy. Mostly white with a hint of Asian ancestry, lean but athletic build, short dark hair with a bit of gel and clean shaven. Various images of him flashed, from fully decked out in winter gear to as naked as she was. She gasped with pleasure once she caught the size of his hard on, a full seven inches. Seeing it twitch made her own genitals quiver, almost preparing for entrance. “The perfect mate for you, isn’t he? That’s all I’m giving you of him, now we’re going back to you.” “Damn you! If I’m having a wet dream, at least let me enjoy it!” “I already told you it’s not. Your senses wouldn’t be so precise if you really were dreaming. However, your eagerness and lust is admirable, I knew you were one of us.” “Like hell I am! I’m no orc!”
“Certainly not, you’re far too beautiful. That’s not what I was referring to however. I am the Oracle, a member of the Orange Clan. We are an ancient Mayan tribe, however few left are actually of Mayan heritage. Most of them are like your friends Tyler Miles and Samantha Marlorne.” “You leave them out of this Mr. Oracle, do you hear me?” “Sorry Carla, I have already approached them. They are also skeptical, although I have a feeling they’ll come around soon. Candidates with such potential would be fools to reject our offer.” “Oh? And what’s so great about your organization that they can’t refuse? As a matter of fact, why even come for them, or me?” “The Orange Clan is made up of warriors and lovers. We embrace our violent nature, and the love within our hearts and bodies. Of course we never combine the two together, unless lovers agree to it. Your friend Samantha is very masochistic, and you have shades of sadomasochism as well. Lucas is a very lucky man indeed, I can only hope he can cherish a true Orange Clan woman warrior such as yourself.” Carla couldn’t help but laugh.
“You delusional idiot, Sam and Tyler are the farthest from this Orange Clan as you can get. Sam’s no warrior and Tyler’s not much of one either. Just a lazy detective who knows how to aim a gun.” “I appreciate you trying to help your friends, however it won’t work. Letting them join us is for the best, especially considering they will be under your command. As for their status, I agree they require a lot of training. Samantha is a hysterical woman who cries too much, however she was willing to sacrifice herself if it meant Tyler’s safety and freedom. Very few would consider such a choice yet she did and voiced it with no hesitation. She’s also athletic, with some training she will be quite useful to us. As for Tyler, he grew up with violence, his profession just isn’t very motivating. A small-time detective catching escaped criminals? A very admirable profession, however not one for Tyler. He’s meant for real violence, killing as he pleases.” “You’re wrong, he would never. You’re also wrong about me.”
“Oh? How so?” “I’m not a descendant of your stupid clan, far from it.” “Carla, how you have been misled. Are you, or are you not Brazilian?” “My mother was Brazilian, my father’s Italian. I’m mixed. Also Brazil is South American, Maya is Meso American.” “You know your history, excellent. However, your mother had Mayan heritage. One of her ancestors in the ancient days moved to Brazil and started their family, she was eventually born, then moved to America-” “And then met my dad, resulting in me. Glad we got my family history sorted out.” Then a horrible thought occurred to Carla. “No, don’t tell me…you’re my ancestor? You’ve been ogling my naked body this whole time you sick pervert!” “You are not within my lineage. I hate to say it but I’m afraid since your mother is dead, you are the last of her family. However even if we shared blood it wouldn’t matter. I won’t be the only one witnessing your nude form.” “Excuse me?” the detective questioned sharply, not appreciating whatever he was suggesting. “One final lesson for tonight, or this morning if you prefer. We’re running out of time.” the Oracle continued. Somehow he conjured a bowl, filled with some sort of liquid.
“Drink this. It will help you understand.” he explained as he held up the bowl to her face. Carla’s throat was parched, however she leaned away as she eyed the bowl with distrust. “The bowl is not poisoned. If I were to kill you I’d use tools or my own bare hands, that’s where the thrill lies. Only cowards resort to such dirty methods.” “You’re the one who stripped me and tied me to a chair designed to examine a woman’s sexual organs, who’s the real coward?” “For the last time, this is not a dream or real life, and I do not condone nonconsensual acts of sexual violence. This is your cognition, I am simply manipulating your imagination to show you our way of life and your future. If you were to somehow die, you simply wake up in the real world.” Carla could tell the Oracle spoke the truth and nodded, opening her mouth. He tilted the bowl towards her lips, and she gulped the cold spring water. It was sweet and refreshing, cooling and hydrating her dry mouth. The Oracle paid attention to her graceful neck, mesmerized by the movements it made as her throat swallowed the liquid. Once done, the detective let out a sigh at the feeling and licked her lips free of any remaining water droplets.
“It was so pure and delicious. How did you get it to be like that?” “Spring water from my realm. Nature is plentiful and fertile, similar to the people that inhabit it.” Carla wanted to scoff, however her breath hitched. Her breathing became rapid and was accompanied by the movement of her heaving breasts. Speaking of, the texture of her large brown areolas became rigid and her nipples hardened. The undersides grew slick with sweat, along with her armpits, abdomen, and inner thighs. Her clit swelled in excitement, along with the thick and dark lips of her gaping wet cunt. The cherry on top was her belly had gone from rigid abs of an athlete to swelling and deflating in quick succession like a belly dancer’s. This was due to her bladder expanding at a far more rapid pace than usual. To Carla’s horror, her body was not only full of arousal, but of urine as well. She writhed and thrashed in excited frustration, moaning all the while with tears in her eyes at the delicious pain.
“Fascinating.” the Oracle exclaimed in a voice that was simultaneously hushed and amazed. “Even Samantha wasn’t this excited, and her body was programmed to enjoy sex and urination. This is proof that you are a true Orange Clan warrior woman, only one with true ancestry would react this way. Raw sexual power runs within our blood.” Carla did not care, she was furious, as well as anxious. “Did you just-what did you-” she tried to accuse, however she kept gasping with pent up pleasure that could not be released. “WHAT DID YOU DO?! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY BODY?!” Carla screeched in indignation. “You spiked that fucking drink with drugs! Oh, OH!” she accused, humiliated that her mind and body could not cooperate and function like they should have. “Our realm’s spring water naturally has aphrodisiac and diuretic effects. It’s why our men and women drink it as preparation for the Indigo Prophecy, also known as the Sexual Urinating ritual.”
“Your clan is made of sick perverts.” Carla gasped harshly. The Oracle offered nothing but a teasing smile as he conjured a new image. It showed a Mayan couple having sex in the same chair Carla was currently sitting in. She noticed with bitter jealousy and annoyance that the man was standing up with no restraints while the woman was confined to the chair. “You expect me to find that arousing? The man gets to fuck the woman with absolute freedom while she lies there and takes it. You said the men and women were warriors, but being strapped to a gyno chair with my legs spread and vagina on display doesn’t make me feel like a powerful Amazonian warrior. I feel like a sex toy for men’s pleasure, that’s the most degrading thing you can do to a woman. Also, how do gay men and lesbian women have sex in this damn chair? If the Orange Clan only has straight missionary sex then I definitely don’t want to be in it.” Carla admonished. The Oracle let out an evil chuckle.
“You’re still not seeing things clearly. Of course homosexual lovers and different sex positions exist, all legal consensual sex is welcomed. This is how our children are conceived and birthed. This is the best position to impregnate a woman. The straps are to hold her down when she gives birth. Besides, I know you will enjoy this. Look again.” The image shimmered and the Mayan couple were replaced with Tyler and Samantha. Carla felt like a terrible friend, however she couldn’t help herself from the voyeuristic arousal she felt as she watched her closest friends make love to each other. Unlike the Mayan strangers, she knew for a fact that Sam loved missionary sex and while her pale friend wouldn’t admit it, this was definitely something out of her deepest fantasies. If only she had the bravery to tell Tyler. “Now you understand. If that wasn’t enough clarification, try one more.” The vision shimmered once again, this time to Lucas Kane fucking her. Seeing herself getting worked up while this mystery man repeatedly pound her was exhilarating. She also noticed while she was still in the chair with her legs propped up and spread, her arms were free to grope her breasts or hold onto her lover.
“That’s enough for now. One last thing, urinate into the Chroma Artifact.” “What?!” the detective questioned, not understanding or even wanting to. The Oracle pointed at the fountain. Carla refused, trying to hold on as long as she could. Unfortunately her dire need to expel the excess liquid outweighed her pride. Her bladder was continuing to expand and deflate, causing her internal pain and her genitals quivered for release. With a final cry of masochistic delight, the dam broke and her floodgates released a clear torrent of urine. The Oracle watched in amazement as it flowed down the edge of the seat and filled the fountain. It wasn’t quite to the brim as Samantha’s was, however the urine itself was as clear and untainted. In addition, her abdomen had swelled and contracted which Samantha had not demonstrated. He had certainly netted some worthy tribal members.
Carla was relieved that the torment was finally done for, however she was also angry, humiliated and confused that this monster had somehow captured her in of her most private moments. The straps had magically become undone and she immediately leapt to her feet. Unfortunately for her, she had still not quite recovered and tripped, barely catching herself. The Oracle simply sneered and continued to walk away. She snarled and started to sprint towards the perverted orc man. Naked and humiliated she may be, however she was still a detective and she caught all her criminals. Right as she reached for his robe, an annoying buzzing sound filled the air. Carla sat up and realized it was her alarm clock. She carefully analyzed her bedroom and her surroundings, making sure everything was in place. Once the detective was sure nothing was out of the ordinary, she shut off her alarm clock and lay back in the bed. Unlike earlier, she still had on her tank top and wet tanga panties.
“Wait, wet panties?” Carla thought to herself. She whisked her blanket off and stood up, then cringed and groaned. She may have been dreaming or hallucinating, however she really wet the bed in reality. Her tank top and blanket miraculously avoided any damage, however her tanga panties were soaked in urine from each and every direction, and even her inner thighs and slightly exposed buttocks carried some droplets. As if that wasn’t enough embarrassment, the damp spot in the middle of her sheets confirmed she had an accident and had not orgasmed in her sleep. ‘Now I know what Samantha has to deal with. Poor girl…’ Carla thought to herself. Still, this was nothing to be ashamed of. The detective was more concerned about that horrid dream and the monster who dominated it.
‘I was clearly sleeping, however it certainly felt real. You can’t feel all five senses with such clarity with a dream. Yet I also feel the exhaustion of waking up and I’m back in my apartment with my clothes still on. I also wouldn’t dream about a stupid orc, Lucas should have been the main focus. Speaking of, why does the name seem familiar? And his face, it also seemed familiar. I must have never personally met him since it’s not ringing any bells, it must have been in passing. I would never forget such a handsome face, or a beautiful body.’ she pondered. Realizing that she was fantasizing about a man she had never seen while still wearing urine soaked clothing, Carla raced for the shower.
Some hours later and the detective now realized why he seemed so familiar. Lucas Kane was the prime suspect, Kate Morrison had been questioned to the point that they were able to draw an accurate sketch. It was almost uncanny, however there were a couple of differences. First off, the sketch had given Lucas a bored glaze that almost bordered on resembling an annoyed scowl. In reality, the photos she had seen of Lucas showed a more thoughtful look to his eyes, as though he was concentrating intently. There were also other things, such as his chin being sharper than his sketch’s squarish jawbone or his haircut, however Carla knew it was the eyes a cop paid attention to. What she had forgotten to pay attention to was regulating her water intake, as she had drank extra water that morning to replace what she had gotten rid of that morning. Didn’t want to be dehydrated after all.
Lucas wasn’t faring much better. If anything, he was in a worse situation. While he had bid Tiffany farewell and the two left on amicable terms, he was still reeling over that dream he had. The Oracle was supposedly the one behind all those murders, and had chosen Lucas as his pawn. Instead of explaining why he was being forced to murder innocent people, the monster just told him to leave Tiffany and instead have sex with some new woman. He couldn’t even remember her name, or what he saw in the dream. However, he did remember whatever it was, it had caused him to wet the bed. Tiffany had as well, although her spot wasn’t as large or as soaking as his had been.
He wondered why they both experienced bed wettings, did the Oracle visit both of their dreams? That was stupid, the Oracle had no reason to contact Tiffany. They just drank too much wine and forgot to use the restroom after having sex and before sleeping. They would have to avoid repeating the same mistake in the future. This led to a fantasy of making love to Tiffany once more and was also accompanied by her wetting the sheets, causing him to blush in embarrassment. It was humiliating enough to wet the bed despite being in his late twenties, and also due to being aroused by Tiffany’s accident as well. The imagery was causing Lucas’s member to slightly stiffen. It wasn’t to the point of actually rising in a full erection, however it definitely grew some inches and twitched in anticipation. He shook his head and groaned in annoyance.
“Now is not the time! Why am I so damn turned on anyway, I should have been spent last night! Don’t tell me this is another side effect.” Lucas thought to himself. The super strength was an excellent one that he was glad to keep, however it wasn’t the only one. Instead his arousal also appeared to be much more powerful and recurrent, and worst of all his bladder seemed to constantly need emptying. His rapidly tapping foot was a telltale sign. Right as he got up to take care of his business, he suddenly received a vision of a beautiful woman entering his workroom and introducing herself. “Hello, I am Detective Carla Valenti, NYPD.” her musical voice tilted in harmony. Lucas immediately sat right back down, shaking in anxiety. ‘Carla Valenti, that’s who she is! The woman from my dreams! She’s the one the Oracle told me to get with. Why the fuck is he trying to get me to date a cop?!’ he internally panicked. As if that wasn’t enough to deal with, a flood of memories from that dream had come rushing back and now his dick was at full mast now that her scantily clad body wouldn’t leave his mind.
“Shit, not the time! Actually, having an erection would definitely hold off my need to urinate. Oh to hell with that, I’d rather piss myself than get castrated!” Calming himself down, Lucas concentrated on collecting and hiding or destroying as much evidence as he could. The first was to hide his copy of “Richard the 3rd”, as well as to tear up the bank document to hide the fact that it used to be a bookmark. Not knowing what else to do, he sat by the computer and typed some coding to appear busy. It still didn’t prepare him for the knock on the door, and he nervously gulped as the woman stepped into the room. “Hello, I am Detective Carla Valenti, NYPD.” she greeted him as she stepped inside, shutting the door. Those were the exact words from his premonition, proving he had gained a new power. “You are Lucas Kane, right? I’d like to ask you a couple of questions.” Carla continued. Lucas noticed her cheeks were quite rosy and for a tough detective, she wasn’t quite looking at him eye to eye. ‘Is she blushing in embarrassment? Don’t tell me the Oracle paid her a visit as well! No, that’s ridiculous. Her cheeks are just red from the cold.’ he rationalized. Little did he know how spot on he was with his earlier prediction. “Alright, go ahead and ask, I’ll do everything I can to help.” Lucas agreed, his words carrying a little more meaning than most would notice.
“Thank you for your assistance, Lucas.” Carla replied. She was almost in shock at how handsome he seemed up close. He was also fidgeting and alternating between studying her discreetly and turning away. Did he recognize her? ‘Yeah right, get a grip Carla. He’s just nervous now that someone’s finally on his ass.’ She gently rubbed her abdomen to comfort her bladder, then began her interrogation. “I’m currently working a homicide case, and we have reason to believe the murder worked at this bank. First off, could you confirm that this piece of paper came from this bank?” she questioned as she held at the torn strip Lucas had used as a bookmark. Lucas pondered what his next course of action was. ‘I can’t get arrested just yet, but I don’t want to lie! I’m just going to have to tell what I can, and misguide when I can’t. Hopefully by the time she figures out what’s going on we’ll have sorted this mess out.’
“The paper did come from this bank, you can identify the bank ID code in the watermark.” he answered truthfully. ‘That was a little too generous, I’m going to have to either evade or straight up lie. Shit, this is terrible.’ Meanwhile, Carla herself was wondering what was going on. ‘Lucas told me a very specific truth yet he’s still nervous. What’s his game? Also when am I going to be able to use the restroom, I have to pee so bad! Forget it, I’ll piss myself in front of him if I have to, nothing’s going to stop me from completing this interrogation.’ the detective firmly decided. ‘Although that’s certainly not a bad idea, I wonder what Lucas would think. Wait, what the hell is wrong with me?! That stupid Oracle is making me think like a horny slut!’ Carla panicked at her impure thoughts. Contrary to the rumors her coworkers had spread, she was no shrinking violet or asexual nun, however sex was usually the least important issue and far from her mind, especially on such a serious case.
“Detective Valenti? You look a little hot. You should take off your-” Lucas interrupted her monologue. “What the fuck did you just say to me?” Carla blunty interrupted. She had been propositioned too many times to count and while she didn’t necessarily mind horny men being curious, the constant cycle of being noticed only for her body was becoming quite the annoyance. She was especially furious that this murderer was not only hitting on her, but also had the nerve to suggest she strip. Just who the hell was Lucas Kane and what was his issue?! To her surprise, Lucas’ face formed an expression of horrified regret and the suspect quickly amended his words as he repeatedly waved his hands in denial.
“No no, not what I meant! I just noticed your forehead is sweaty and you seem uncomfortable. I’m sorry that the heater is set so high, the cold wave was starting to get a little too uncomfortable for my liking and I needed to warm up. You must feel like a furnace with your coat and sweater. You can” Carla blushed in agitation, admonishing herself for prematurely judging him. “I’m sorry for assuming the worst Lucas, thank you for your concern.” she apologized as she shrugged her coat off and laid it on an unused chair. “Also can you tell me if there is a method to establish where the document was printed from?” she continued as she removed her sweater as well, just leaving her white tank top.
“You could have kept your sweater on.” Lucas distractedly stated as he stared at her exposed cleavage and midriff. ‘She’s really naturally tan all over, all that’s left to see are her privates fully exposed. Damnit Lucas, stop thinking about her in such a lustful way you pervert! She’s a detective who just asked you a question, and has amazing breasts. Seriously, how are her tits so large, yet firm? She’s not even wearing a bra! Speaking of, her nipples are quite large, judging by what’s poking out of her tank top. Tiffany’s couldn’t even compare when fully exposed.’ “Hey Lucas, eyes up here.” Carla ordered with a teasing smirk. To make matters worse this was the same one she wore in the visions the Oracle showed him. The only thing to complete the image was if she had unbuckled her slacks and exposed her tanga panties, which he just knew she was wearing underneath.
“I’m so sorry, to answer your question stock buyers print them out for quotes. There’s about a hundred of them in the bank.” he answered. Unfortunately his mind wasn’t quite out of the gutter, now his need to urinate had suddenly increased. Even his desire for Carla couldn’t combat that need. “Are-are you alright Mr. Kane?” she questioned, her musical voice shaking. Unbeknownst to him, she was feeling the same effects and also knew Lucas was in the same predicament as her. ‘How embarrassing. Was the Oracle right about us? We’ve barely spent time together and are exhibiting serious signs of attraction and both of us have active urinary systems. Either we both drink a lot, or we’ve been affected by the same thing.’ she pondered. The detective noticed the trashcan and an idea formed in her brilliant mind.
‘When we get desperate enough, I’m going to suggest we use that trash can as a toilet. I’ll even sit in one of the chairs to reenact my dream. Once I see that, I’ll confirm whether that nutcase was telling the truth.’ Carla thought to herself. ‘I might even lay out hard hitting questions to speed up the process. That’s a little manipulative, I hope he doesn't have wet himself because of my stupid ideas. Forget it, it’s for the greater good. I have to, no matter how humiliating it is.’ Of course it was a rather arousing fantasy, however actually going through with it was an entirely different matter. “I’m fine, just feeling a little under the weather.” Lucas finally responded. She nodded and handed him the sketch. “This remind you of anyone?” To her surprise, Lucas went in an entirely different direction and beamed at the picture.
“Well this looks like a lot of people I know. Could even be me!” he joked as he held it up next to his face so Carla could compare the two. “Uh huh.” she drily noted. ‘Laying it on a little thick there Lucas. At least he’s got a good sense of humor. Still, I suppose he’s got a point. Lucas, handsome as he may be, looks like a typical brunette white guy. The only defining feature that stands him apart are his almond shaped eyes, meaning he might have Asian ancestry within him. Even that’s kind of a stretch.’ She sighed. “I understand Mr. Kane. These composite sketches can be pretty vague. They certainly don’t compare to the real thing.” Lucas caught the flirt and rubbed the back of his neck with a shy smile.
‘Why is she flirting with me so much? Does she really like me? That can’t be, I’m a murder suspect and we haven’t even known each other for an hour? Perhaps it’s a strategy to trip me up. That’s not right either. I don’t think it’s protocol for detectives to flirt or seduce for answers. Maybe the Oracle was onto something when he said we matched. Whatever the case may be, I’ll just let it play out and ignore it if she gets too close to figuring me out.’ Meanwhile she picked up the framed photo of him and Markus and held it out to him. “Is this priest a friend of yours?” “He’s-he’s my brother.” Lucas admitted. Suddenly a sharp wave of desperation hit him and he quickly jumped in his seat. He almost grabbed his groin, however he quickly used every last bit of willpower to prevent Carla from seeing. It didn’t matter, she already knew exactly how he was feeling. ‘Damn, why am I feeling like this? I’m not even picturing him doing anything and I’m so turned on. Is it because he has to urinate? It doesn’t matter, it’s now or never!’
“Lucas, it’s okay. I know what to do.” the detective reassured as she grabbed his hands and gently pulled him up. “What, what are you talking about?” Lucas nervously questioned. She grabbed the trash can and placed it in between them. ‘Shit, she’s going to see the torn document! If she pieces that together with tape or something I’m fucked!’ he panicked. Luckily for him, the woman had other ideas. “I can tell you need to urinate Lucas, you must have been desperate for a while. I am too, it’s actually why I was sweating earlier as you noticed. Use the trash can, I don’t mind. If anything, I need to confirm something.” she explained. ‘Is she nuts?! The Oracle did say we had similar tastes. Still, if I use the trash can, Carla can’t get the document unless she wants to stick her hand in my piss. Besides, even if she did, the urine should cause the paper to fall apart and the ink to become indelible. I won’t get such an opportunity ever again, I should accept it.’ Lucas thought to himself.
He unzipped his pants and grabbed his cock. Carla studied it in amazement, how could it be that firm and long when flaccid? Whatever the case was, it was certainly a looker. The head to shaft ratio was well balanced and showed no signs of an STD. He was also circumcised. A stream came out with a little force, hitting the trash can with force. Watching it made Carla let out a spurt, and she yelped. Lucas looked up and saw the wet spot that had formed on her crotch, causing his cock to harden and rise. Meanwhile, Carla quickly unzipped her slacks and yanked them down along with her panties in one go. As her lower garments clung to her ankles, she spread her vulva apart and aimed, then moaned in relief as her waterfall came flowing, joining his own lake of urine. Lucas’ dick grew even harder and twitched at the sight of Carla peeing with her lower half exposed, and dread struck him.
‘Shit, she finds out that I was watching her piss and I’m done for!’ To his surprise, Carla had the opposite reaction. “I’m so sorry Lucas! I didn’t think I would have this effect on you! Most would see this behavior as unladylike, and I thought you would be too busy with your own situation.” she quickly apologized as she shook her hips dry of any remaining urine droplets clinging to her genitals. ‘Yeah right, do you see yourself?! Who wouldn’t like watching you urinate, especially with such a rocking body?’ He didn’t want to blurt that out, however the next thing on his mind might have even been a worse option. “Actually, seeing the wet spot form on your pants gave me this.” Lucas explained, then nervously laughed as he gestured to his raging hard on. Once again, she didn’t seem offended in the slightest. “Oh? Well, either way I’m sorry to have interrupted your...er...stream.”
“Don’t worry, it'll go down eventually.” Lucas assured as he struggled to hold down his stiff cock and pull his jeans back up. He proceeded to button and zip his pants, which caused Carla to sigh in disappointment as she knew it meant she wouldn’t be seeing his dick for a while. The detective followed suit with her own lower garments and redonned her upper ones as well while writing a number down. “This is my private number. We’ll make sure to keep in touch with this mystery.” she explained. “Sure thing Carla.” Lucas replied as he handed her his own. Unbeknownst to him, she wasn't just referring to the homicide case. Their mutual infatuation and sexual attraction, along with their erotic dreams and constant urination was no coincidence. They would get to the bottom of this.
Act 2: Increasing Sexual tension and Danger
Carla: Relaxed Bladder, Soaked Panties
Carla was humming in the shower as she scrubbed her body clean while the hot water soaked her comfortably. It had been a good day so far, as her and Tyler appeared to be making significant progress. They had learned some important information, and even had a suspect. ‘Lucas Kane appeared to be a nice and humble man, as well as an admittingly handsome man.’ the detective thought to herself. ‘However he’s got to be the killer. He’s been panicking and his forearms are wounded, lining up with what we have so far.’ In addition she had gone to the gun range to practice with her Beretta 92fs. As usual, she had done excellent. In addition, the smell of gunpowder gave her a feeling of excitement, almost bordering on arousal and she had to urinate. She had considered urinating in the shower as she had in the past, however decided against it. Her need wasn’t anywhere near that level.
Holding contests were undeniably fun, at least for her. Once she was done, Carla stepped out, then dried herself off and donned one of her favorite outfits, a white tank top and tanga white panties. It was simple, yet sexy and comfortable. Well, at least in normal weather. In the current freeze Carla’s nipples proudly poked through the tank top and visible goosebumps could be spotted on her cleavage, abdominal region, and ass cheeks. Still, she walked around the apartment and did work on her computer, at least until her doorbell rang.
“Hey Carla, it’s me Tommy!” “Hey Tommy, I’ll be right there, just give me a minute!” she yelled back. As much as she would have loved to open the door and give him the shock of seeing her underwear, she also knew it was wrong and stupid. In addition Tommy was gay so he wouldn’t even enjoy it, therefore it was pointless as well. She headed to her closet to get dressed when her bladder and genitals started to ache. It was a good kind of ache, but still an ache nonetheless. Carla soothingly rubbed her labia to comfort herself as best as she could and ward off the feeling, then proceeded to pull on her red and black sweater, then her slacks.
She would have zipped up and buttoned her pants as well, but stopped. Tommy knew well enough of how much she enjoyed holding her urine in from a past conversation, and he had told her in no unclear terms he wasn’t bothered. Not wanting to deal with the discomfort of tight pants compressing her bladder, she instead left the button undone and the zipper pulled down, showing a bit of the crotch of her panties. Satisfied, she walked back out of her room and to the peephole. Seeing he was still there and not wanting to keep her friend and guest waiting any longer, proceeded to open the door and greet him.
“Tommy, good to see you! Please come on in.” “Carla, I see you’re testing yourself again. Hope it’s not a bad time, I’d hate to be a bad neighbor.” “Of course not, you’re more than welcome. So is your French Chablis too.” “I got you your favorite. I hope a lovely bachelorette such as yourself has some wine glasses around.” Tommy explained as he walked in. He was a thin and pale, but attractive man with black hair stylishly gelled over. He was somewhat similar in appearance to Lucas, but thinner and more of a flamboyant pretty boy then Lucas’ straightlaced and more professional image.
“How about a toast?” he suggested as he poured them both drinks. “To what exactly?” “Love of course, what else?” Tommy excitedly explained. “I’ll drink to that.” Carla agreed as the two brought their glasses together. The cold and refreshing alcohol removed her thirst, but also increased her need. ‘No matter, I always enjoy a challenge.’ she thought to herself. “So, are you seeing anyone?” she questioned first. “I actually am! I met him two weeks ago, and he’s super polite and into me. I think I finally found the one. What about you?” “I’m afraid I’m still single.” “What, but you’re such a beautiful girl, go find yourself a nice guy! If there’s one thing New York is full of, it’s handsome men.” “I wish it were that simple.” Carla sighed as she discreetly rubbed her thighs together under the table. She had to resist the urge to massage her labia as she did earlier.
“Truth be told, many at my workplace believe I’m just asexual or buried within my work, but that’s not true at all. I’ve had sex with men before and thoroughly enjoyed it if they lasted long enough, however all of my attempts at real romance burned out in failure.” Carla admitted. Normally she wouldn't have divulged as much but the alcohol was making her more truthful. “There’s one guy I’m kinda into. He’s a bit humble and professional, almost like a real life Bruce Wayne. The poor man even lost his parents.” Tommy raised a hand to his chest. “Interesting! What’s the problem then, he sounds just like your type.” “Well, there’s a high chance he’s the murderer I’ve been chasing. That’s why. The one guy I’m into and he’s a killer.” Carla bitterly explained.
“I’m sorry Carla, I didn’t mean to upset you.” “No, it’s fine Tommy. I’m really glad you’re here since you’re the only one I could even admit this to.” “Anytime my dear friend, anytime.” Tommy assured. “I’m also glad you got your smile back. I was getting worried.” “I was too.” Tommy admitted. “I thought New York didn’t give a damn about gayness, since they were so enlightened. How wrong I was, they still look at us differently than so-called normal folks.” “Tommy, you have every right to be upset but things are changin, it’s a new century after all! Samantha is bisexual, and I’m into a rare kink. Apparently she had it too, Tyler told me they just discovered it.” “Seriously? Good for them!” “Yeah right, I’m just jealous.”
“Seriously Carla, you’re jealous?” “I know it’s stupid and I wish them both the best, but it’s just infuriating that they get the romantic happiness and physical affection I crave so much. They even get to enjoy my favorite kink together when they just discovered it whereas I’m stuck with myself! Sorry, that was too much information.” she ranted. Just thinking about whatever games Tyler and Samantha were up to made her want to piss right then and there but she restrained herself. “Carla, I don't mind. You said it yourself I’m the only one you can talk to about these things, so talk to me all you want! Actually, I have an idea.” “Oh?” “Yeah, I brought some tarot cards. We’ll see if you can find your true love, or be a withered old maid for the rest of eternity.” “Okay Mr. Gypsy.” Carla teased with a handwave. “Show me my future.”
“Alright then, first just mix up the cards here.” Tommy suggested as he handed her the deck. The detective obliged and shuffled them together until she was satisfied, then handed them back. “Choose two cards.” her friend suggested. Carla chose two towards the middle. One was a naked blonde woman with a sash covering her genitals, her luscious breasts however lay bare. Pretty erotic detailing for a tarot card, enough to cause Carla to let a drop spill. She let out a barely noticeable gasp. The other was a full moon. “Well, that’s interesting. Looks like you will have a rather intimate love life, emotionally and physically!” “How do you know emotionally?” “Well the woman here represents raw carnal pleasure, but also a cycle. That lets you know things will last for a good long while.”
“That sounds rather promising, let’s keep going.” Truth speaking, Carla was pretty skeptical, but the alcohol and her dire need to urinate distracted her inhibitions enough to be curious. All she wanted was to reach the ending. She grabbed another two cards and showed them to Tommy. This time however, he grimaced. “It appears you’re following someone with a disturbing secret. It also says he’s misunderstood so perhaps he’s somewhat innocent. Is this the man you were talking about earlier?” “Perhaps, these are just cards so I’m not so sure.” “Even so, be careful Carla.” “Relax, I’m a detective, I know what I’m doing.” She reached for her final two cards. “A child leading to salvation, and death. I’m so sorry Carla, we need to end this right here.” Tommy abruptly announced.
“Relax Tommy, it’s just a silly card game.” Carla assured in her musical voice. “Even so, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. Besides, I need to head home.” “Well alright then Tommy, thanks for entertaining and don’t wait for so long next time.” Truth be told while she certainly enjoyed their time together she was dying for a piss and couldn’t compose herself much further. She bade him farewell, and as soon as he was out the door, she carefully shut it, then immediately whipped off her sweater and headed for the toilet while yanking her pants down. Once she reached it, she sat her heavenly bottom, completely removed her pants, and set to work. She couldn’t help but moan loudly in relief as she emptied her bladder. However, she felt her crotch and ass get soaked. What was that foreign feeling? Suddenly she realized in horror that she had forgotten to remove her tanga panties in all her excitement and just wet herself.
‘That was more than just a couple of droplets this time, I might as well not wear underwear anymore!’ Carla embarrassedly thought to herself. Still, she couldn’t deny how the relief outweighed the embarrassment, and soaked panties even felt kind of good. She just sat on the toilet, still donned in sodden panties for a while, then eventually stood up, used copious amounts of toilet paper to dry her crotch, genitals, and ass, then proceeded to remove her tank top as well and step into the shower. A little messier than usual but not entirely unpleasant. Perhaps a repeat would be in order. As previously mentioned wishes occur in ways we probably don’t expect or want, and Carla would be a victim as well.
Carla, Sam, and Tyler: Anniversary Sex, Wet Dreams
Samantha was excited. Today was her anniversary with Tyler and they had planned a simple yet romantic night that would be filled love, slow dancing, champagne, and plenty of sex. The woman was especially excited now that they added urination to the mix, and to her surprise Tyler had told her Carla was fine with and even encouraged sexual activity for stress relief as long as it didn’t interfere with work. Preparing for the occasion, Samantha donned a sheer black dress that showed off a significant portion of her cleavage and abdomen, which she knew Tyler would go crazy for. Case in point, Tyler grinned with adoration as she popped into frame.
“Hello Darling.” “Hi Babe. Happy anniversary.” he returned as he leaned downwards to plant a kiss on his petite princess. He meant for it to be gentle, however she returned it with vigor. “Careful Sam, I want to save that for later. Right now I just want this to be us relaxing.” “I understand.” she nodded and they both slow-danced to some jazz. She sighed with love at the romantic atmosphere, swaying in satisfaction. She loved Tyler so much, this moment was more than enough for them. She could forgo sex entirely if it meant staying in this moment. Unfortunately that changed when they kissed again. Both Sam and Tyler were moving things faster than usual, usually dancing for a while longer. Instead they French kissed fervently, almost bordering on blowing each other’s tongues. Breaking it off they tilted back their glasses of champagne then went to business.
Tyler gently unclipped the necklace holding the dress together, watching the soft fabric fall and pool at his lover’s feet. Samantha’s pale nude body was shivering in delight and slight embarrassment, almost like it was their first time. Any shame went out the window and Tyler kissed her again, then began sucking and licking her pink nipples. She moaned and panted as he played with her breasts, hugging him tight as encouragement while standing on one foot to wrap her leg around him. His hand dipped to her crotch, playfully muffling her thick bush. She gasped and begged for more, which Tyler complied with. Eventually he got down on his knees and breathed hot air on her wet snatch, then began licking.
“Yes Tyler, YES!” she loudly encouraged in delight as he alternated from licking her clit, lapping at her labia, or tongue thrusting her vulva. Soon it wasn’t enough and her masochistic side took over. “Harder Tyler, bite me! Literally eat my pussy!” she demanded. He complied, biting down on her cunt and she shrieked at the pleasurable pain. She gyrated in his face as he continued to eat her out and she was loud enough that other neighbors would have banged on their door in order to shut her up had they been there. With one final lick and hard bite, Samantha screamed and squirted as Tyler greedily drank it all in. He laid her down on the couch and right as he began to undress he got a call from Carla. “Tyler, we’ve been ordered to capture Lucas Kane! We’re on his trail!” With that, she hung up, leaving both lovers frustrated. “Goddamnit Carla.” Tyler groaned. “Tyler…”
“Sam, don’t start with me. I told you how dangerous this Kane guy is, we have to arrest him. As much as I’d love to stay and continue, I have to do this. Just drink some more champagne and I’ll be back before you know it.” “I know Tyler, just don’t die.” “What?” “If you think you’re gonna die, don’t risk it. Just fall back. Tell Carla the same thing.” Normally he would have lectured Sam that their line of duty meant sacrifice, yet deep down something in his heart told him she was right this time. “Okay babe. First sign of danger and we’ll duck out. Boss won’t be happy but fuck him.” he promised. The two hugged and kissed each other farewell before he headed out.
Feeling drowsy, Samantha drank some more champagne, then lay down on the couch and went to sleep. Sometime later she felt something, something good. A wet lapping against her cunt. Was Tyler eating her out again? What a pleasant way to wake up! She continued to relax, enjoying being pleasured while in a semi asleep state. Soon she began to awaken a bit more, and lazily gyrated her hips to match whatever was making her feel so good. It caused the pleasure to repeat and she heard someone gasp. Excited, she vigorously continued to buck her hips as she began to wake up.
“Tyler you animal, thanks for this but you can stick it now.” she sleepily muttered in gratitude as she rubbed her eyes. “Stick it in? Sorry Sam, I don’t have a dick. I can still fuck you though.” a musical voice sang. A very familiar, very feminine voice.” Her eyes shot open in shock to see Carla eagerly performing cunnilingus. “Carla what the fuck?! Get off me!” Sam shrieked as she tried to push her off. Instead she instinctively grabbed Carla’s breasts, her fingers kneading the brown rough nipples causing Carla to grin. “Wow, you’re really good at this. Keep going.” Annoyed, Sam pinched them which made the other woman hiss in delight. “Excellent, but I know you can do better. Bite them like Tyler does to you.” “You weren’t supposed to enjoy that.” Sam shot back. Carla and quizzically stared at the girl beneath her.
“So you can be a masochist but I can’t? That doesn’t seem fair.” “I’m not talking about that, why are we doing this?!” Sam yelled in frustration. “I love Tyler, don’t do this to him or me.” “Oh that’s not an issue at all. Tyler’s sleeping and told me to accompany you. He can join us when he wakes up.” Carla explained as she mounted Sam, then locked legs so their cunts touched. Not wanting to argue anymore, Sam returned the favor and thrusted upwards. Carla moaned, then grinned as she continued to rub downwards. Soon she leaned back so both women were scissoring in unison, rubbing their wet cunts together as though lesbian porn was being filmed. “I love fucking you Sam.” Carla moaned. “I hope I’m fulfilling your fantasies like you are mine.” “Come again?” “Don’t deny it, you have desired me ever since you set eyes on me. Or more specifically, my sexy body. You like my curves?”
“Yes Carla, I love your tits and ass! And not just that, how beautiful and tough you are, how you introduced me to peeing during sex, how you take care of me.” Sam moaned back. “I really love how you fuck me too!” “Same here. Dominating a petite woman, I feel like a goddess now.” “You are Carla, you’re definitely a goddess. A really powerful sexual amazonian goddess.” Sam rambled as her climax drew near. Carla grinned in anticipation and performed a frenzy of downward thrusts until Sam cried as she came, squirting all over the couch, as well as Carla’s lap. The curvaceous woman was pleased with her work. “I would like to towel myself off, however I think there might be a better method if you know what I’m getting at. You could use it too.” Sam nodded, and climbed on top of Carla until they were in the sixty nine position, eagerly lapping each other’s juices off.
“Hey Carla, I told you to take care of Sam, not the other way around!” Tyler exclaimed as he walked into the living room, stroking his hard on. “Oh she did Tyler! She fucked me so good. Not as good as you of course but scissoring really is something else.” “I’ll bet it is.” he replied with a grin. “Tyler, when I woke up Sam the first thing she said was she wanted your dick. Think you can give it to her?” “Definitely. Sam lie down, Carla, sit on Sam’s face in my direction.” Both women eagerly got into position, Carla already riding Sam’s face. She spread her legs and squealed when he buried his dick within her vagina. The vibration made Carla go extra wild and soon the only sounds that could be heard were their moans and slapping flesh, more specifically Tyler’s balls slapping Sam’s cunt and Carla’s breasts flopping up and down. Eventually all three came, first Sam squirted all over Tyler’s dick, Tyler jizzed in her cunt, and Carla squirted in Sam’s mouth. All three headed to the shower and urinated. As predicted, Carla's beat them by a ton, although Sam and Tyler did well. That’s when she heard Tyler say something.
“Sam, wake up babe. I’m home.” “Huh?” she muttered. Suddenly she woke up and realized she had a literal wet dream, urinating in her sleep. “Hey Sam, it's alright. Don’t worry about it, we can always clean the couch.” Sam nodded as Tyler carried her to the shower, and they proceeded to have sex. She was disappointed that she had wasted her urine on a stupid dream but it didn’t matter. There was always next year. She felt more guilty about how scandalous the dream was, but kept quiet. It was just a dream and she didn’t want to stress Tyler out anymore than he already was. Both of them knew she was attracted to Carla, bringing it up wouldn’t solve anything and she wasn’t going to risk losing the two she loved the most over her fantasies. Having resolved to prove her love for Tyler, she gyrated her hips as his cock slammed into her cervix again until they both climaxed.
Carla, Tiffany, and Lucas: On the Run and Orange Clan Sex Rituals
Lucas was exhausted, having just narrowly escaped the police. Thankfully both sides had shown mercy, meaning there were no casualties. Still, he couldn’t help but feel shame knowing he let down Carla and the officer who had refused to arrest him earlier when the whole mess started. Despite what the Oracle had told him, Tiffany was his only chance so he made a break for her house. First he picked the lock on her back door and slipped in, making a note that he would have to remind her to fix that later. Next he devoured a sandwich from her fridge and drank some milk. The milk was refreshing, however it also made his bladder twinge. He headed to her bathroom and locked the door.
‘Great, I’m still murdering people against my will, on the run, breaking into my ex-girlfriend's house, raiding her fridge, and now using her restroom.’ Lucas thought as he unbuttoned and zipped down his jeans. Taking his cock out, he relaxed and sighed as he urinated, his stream resonating against the toilet water. Suddenly the bathroom door sounded. “Tiffany it’s me! I’ll be out in a second!” “Lucas, what the hell?!” “I’m sorry about your backdoor lock, it needs to be replaced.” “Whatever, just hurry up! We need to talk.” Mentally preparing himself, Lucas shook the head of his dick dry and flushed, then zipped and buttoned as he stepped out. “Lucas, what’s going on? I saw the news.” Tiffany started. She also needed to relieve herself, however she would hold off until she got the truth.
“I know this is going to sound crazy, but I just needed some food. I’m on the run for a crime that’s not my fault. This guy is possessing me and using me to commit murders for God knows why. I can’t stay here or you’re going to be in danger. I’m not asking you to believe me, I know it’s insane. I just needed to explain myself.” Tiffany sighed, remembering the awful nightmare. “Your possessor, is he a grey skinned robed man who looks like an orc?” “Yeah, he’s the Oracle. How did you know?” “Um, he caused me to wet the bed the other night. You did too, was it because of him?” Tiffany asked with a blush.
“It’s complicated but yeah. The fucker’s been haunting all my dreams although it’s been a while since that’s happened. Still, I’ve been needing to urinate much more quickly and my metabolism skyrocketed. It’s also been happening to the detective who's been chasing me. We were allies at first but now that she knows I’m the murderer.” Tiffany felt irritation at the mention of urinating and hearing the melancholy infatuation tone in Lucas’ voice once the detective, whoever she was, being brought up, however she put it aside in order to help him. “Look, I can help you. Don’t worry about it.” “Tiffany you can’t! The Oracle wants you dead and the police can arrest you for abetting me.”
“That’s not an issue. Tiffany Harper, step away from Lucas.” a new voice sounded. Lucas and Tiffany looked up to see Carla standing before them, having also entered through the back door. “No, I won’t let you hurt him!” Tiffany cried as she stood in front of Lucas. “Tiffany, I’m not here to-” Carla started, then stopped at the sound of the patter of liquid. The stress of having the detective cornering Lucas was too much stress and Tiffany voided her bladder, soaking her jeans. Carla and Lucas stared at the girl with arousal in their eyes as the poor woman continued to wet herself. Tiffany felt ashamed but unwaveringly stared at Carla without waver as she finished up. Her jeans were absolutely soaked and a puddle had formed on the floor.
“Lucas, clean that up and go wait somewhere while I take care of Tiffany.” He nodded at the meaningful look in her eyes, which basically said ‘Damn that was hot’. He grabbed some napkins to absorb it while Carla helped Tiffany into the bathroom. She sat the redhead down on the toilet, then unzipped and peeled off her wet jeans and soaked green panties. She proceeded to grab some toilet paper to wipe Tiffany’s genitals, dabbing her red pubes and labia. Once doing so, she realized some watered down blood was noticeable. “Tiffany, you’re on your period.” “I am?” “Yeah, got any pads or tampons?”
“Tampons are in the medicine cabinet.” Carla went and carefully inserted it in Tiffany’s vagina, then removed the plastic tubing, causing Tiffany to gasp. “Sorry Tiffany, I know it must be painful. Having all this happen while you're menstruating is quite the experience to say the least.” “Just, please don’t hurt Lucas.” “I’m not. I know he’s innocent. I’d never thought I’d help a criminal in all my years but this time I have to. Just take care of yourself.” Tiffany nodded and she took a shower while Carla put her clothes in the laundry. Meanwhile Lucas patiently waited for Carla. “I’m done with Tiffany.” “Thanks. What now?” Lucas questioned.
“The Oracle told me my mother and I were descendants from the Orange Clan. I did my research and found a lead. We’re heading to the museum to speak to Professor Dimitri Kuriakin. He apparently knows a lot about Mayan culture, even the more wilder stuff.” “Great.” Lucas groaned. “What, you don’t like the idea of Mayan sex rituals? Don’t offend my culture.” Carla teased, although she felt the same way. The fact that the Orange Clan revered sex and urination to such a degree of worship was baffling. They headed over and talked with the man at length.
“So, what do you want to know?” he first questioned. “Hello, I’m Carla Valenti and this is John Cunningham.” the female detective introduced as Lucas prayed his jacket and hat disguise was enough to forgo suspicion. “We need information on a Mayan clan known as the Orange Clan. We have a feeling our suspect is a member of them.” “Really now?” “Yes, he has performed ritualistic murders and wounded his arm into the shape of a serpent. We need all the information we can get.” The professor sighed. “Alright then. Know the material I’m about to speak of contains subject of violence and sex. Is this okay with both of you?” They both nodded. “Alright, follow me.” Professor Kuriakin led them into a special room which displayed paintings and carvings of Orange Clan activities.
“According to legend, the Orange Clan are a specific clan of Mayans. Unlike most who performed sacrifices out of need, the Orange Clan murdered mainly because it amused them. Hunting men was no different from a boar to them. A tradition they performed was of course the infamous heart stab. Even more unusual, they encouraged rampant sex. It was an ordinary sight to see them engaging in intercourse in the middle of the jungle or rivers. However, most of them commonly took place in temples for one specific reason: procreation.” Lucas and Carla briefly looked at each other.
“It was hard to fully translate or understand what was going on, however we pieced a good chunk from script and art. Conception and childbirth was done through a process we determined was loosely known as the ‘Sexual Urinating Indigo Prophecy’. As you can see from these pictures, the woman lies or sits in a chair with stirrups as the man enters her. They both urinate into this fountain bowl looking device when they’re done. Nine months later, of course, the woman gives birth to her child in the same chair. Virginity was a special case however. According to legend, if the hymen was broken and blood entered the fountain, the serpent spirit Quetzalcoatl would devour whoever the couple prayed for.” Lucas scribbled it all down in notes while Carla snapped photos of the various writings and art.
“Were you able to determine why?” Carla questioned. “Well, like I said I think they just enjoyed it. The reasoning they provided was the gods and spirits also enjoyed it. More specifically, they would bless the Orange Clan with an Indigo Child. This ‘Indigo Child’ would grant them godhood as well. As pleasant as this conversation was, it’s all I have.” With that he left the two. Carla and Lucas looked at each other. “Well what now?” Lucas questioned. “I don’t know.” Carla grumbled. “We’re fucked.” he replied. “Will you stop panicking?” she hissed in exasperation. “We can handle this, we even got good information.” “Good information my ass, the Oracle already told us about this. Our only options are to either do what he says, find the Indigo Child, or summon Quetzalcoatl to take him out.” “Then that’s what we’ll do!” the female detective threw her arms up in frustration. If we have to fuck then fine, whatever solves the problem.” “I’m looking forward to it, believe me, but it won’t do much. He’s still gonna kill more.” They continued squabbling like a married couple until they exited the building and headed to the parking lot.
“Hold up, I gotta piss.” Carla interrupted. “Yeah, me too.” Lucas admitted. “Are there any bathrooms nearby?” “No, we’re just going to have to go here.” the detective sighed as she unzipped her trousers and tugged down her panties, then shrugged off her coat so it didn’t get splash damage. Lucas followed suit and soon both were shivering as their bare parts were exposed to the frigid cold. “I got a challenge for you Kane.” Carla suggested mischievously. “Alright, what do you have in mind?” “Whoever has the longer stream wins. If you finish first, you have sex my way when the time comes. If I finish first, I will do what you want.” “I suppose that’s a fair deal.” The two postured correctly, then voided their bladders.
Obviously Lucas’ urine shot further than Carla’s, however it wasn’t as plentiful. Carla’s was a shorter drop, however it was much thicker and clearer, and also resulted in a larger puddle. She laughed in victory as she shook her hips dry. Lucas looked over and got a hard on from seeing her gyrate and the massive puddle she had left behind. She wiped herself from a towelette she had and handed one to Lucas, then noticed the monster he had just sprouted. While admiring how hung he was, the detective was also exasperated that he would be inconvenienced.
“Lucas, I get how you feel but now’s not the time.” Carla admonished as she pulled her panties and slacks up, then redonned her coat. “You think I don’t know that?” he grumbled as he stuck it back in his trousers. Soon they walked to her apartment, thankfully nobody had noticed who Lucas was or the tent protruding from his crotch. “Well, home sweet home.” She introduced. It was similar to his, but somehow nicer with better decorations. “I have to go work on a case. You stay here and don’t leave unless you absolutely have to, understand?” He nodded in return. “You can sleep in my bed or the couch.” “I’ll stick to the couch for now.” “We’ll see.” she smirked.
Tiffany: Kidnappings and Wettings
“AUGH!” Tiffany woke up with a start to the discomfort of being immobile, freezing, and a full bladder.. As she came to, she realized that she appeared to be tied up with no wiggle room whatsoever, fastened to an alarmingly tall structure. The frigid air nipped at her face, thankfully she was fully bundled up that proved to be a meaningless comfort considering her situation. She didn’t remember anything, just going to sleep after a long shift. Still, she was captured here and now. The orc looking man donning a robe approached her. “Hello, Tiffany is it?” “What the hell do you want, you cult goblin?!” she shrieked in rage and despair. “Well that’s no way to talk to someone who has you at their mercy now, does it? I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that, now where is Lucas Kane?” “I don’t know! Just let me go, leave us alone!” she sobbed.
“Well that’s no good, here’s an ultimatum, either you tell me where he is or you’re dead.” She could tell from the ominous look and tone that the man wasn’t bluffing in the slightest. The threat almost let a spurt loose but she clamped her thighs and genitals shut, refusing to let this horrid man see anything so humiliating. “I can’t tell you where he is, but I can make him come here.” She was ashamed that she had sold Lucas out so quickly, he must have already been stressed enough that he was a criminal on the loose for a crime that was completely out of his control, he didn’t need any of this. “Really, how?” “There’s a phone in my pocket, just grab it and search through the contacts, you’ll find Lucas. Press the button and he’ll answer.” The man didn’t know what a phone was, but her instructions lead to him dialing Lucas’ number. “Hello? Tiffany, is that you?” he answered. “Why call so late?”
“I’m sorry Lucas, I’m sorry for trapping you.” she told him with tears pricking her eyes, and the cold causing further pain. “Trapping, what’s going on?” “That man from our nightmares, he’s holding me hostage at the old amusement park. I had to, or he’ll kill me!” “Tiff it’s alright, I can save you. Just hang in there.” With that, he hung up. After an agonizing half hour he showed up. The realization that Lucas might actually die because of her cowardness had suddenly caught up to her and she started screaming. “LUCAS NO, TURN BACK!! IT’S A TRAP!” Still, he trudged on, and made his way to the roller coaster, riding the car upwards until he reached her. She continued to screech but Lucas wouldn’t budge.
“It’s alright Tiffany! He can’t prevent me from saving you!” he declared as he dashed across a thin beam. A normal person would have had to carefully tread as though it were a tightrope yet he had made it look easy. She was squirming as best as she could, both from the desperation of wanting to be free and to urinate but she continued to hold it in. If Lucas could risk his life to save her she could hold in her urine to save her dignity. He reached her and removed a sharp and serrated knife, using it to saw through the ropes binding her. She collapsed in his arms, gasping in relief. “Lucas we need to get out of here, that man-!” “Is right here.” the ominous voice finished for her.
“Enjoy your ride to the other world.” the robed figure boomed as he raised his hands to the night skies. All of a sudden the structure began to shake. She and Lucas struggled to find balance, and all of a sudden she was gripped with the feeling that death awaited her right then and there. The thought caused her to lose control of her bladder and urine thoroughly poured out of her, spreading from her crotch and seeping her rear, then dripping down her inner thighs and pooling at her feet. Her jeans were utterly soaked in it and she couldn’t even care, didn’t even feel it, just terror and imminent doom. Suddenly Lucas grabbed her and dived, and they both tumbled down. She had completely passed out.
After a while, Tiffany stirred once more. This time it was more pleasant, due to the hot water thoroughly cleaning her tired and battered body as she lay down on the shower floor. Lucas was holding the shower head, spraying at her naked body. Normally she would be upset, but these were no ordinary circumstances. First off, Lucas had somehow managed to do the unthinkable and saved them both from what seemed to be a suicidal rescue. It had been all her fault yet he had persevered through beginning to end. Not as significant or impressive, he had also saved her from being an amputee. The urine coating her legs along with the freezing weather would have caused irreversible damage to her legs yet he had taken care of her in that regard as well. Having fully recovered, she bolted up and hugged him, not caring that she was completely naked.
“LUCAS! THANK YOU!” “I told you I’d come through Tiffany. I told you.” “How did you do it though?” “I know this is hard to believe but I have superhuman powers now, mainly increased strength, agility, and durability. Those last two were what allowed me to jump us both off and land completely unscathed.” Normally these would be the words of a crazy man, however Lucas offered the only possible explanation, and even if it was completely delusional he still pulled through and saved her. The thought caused her to break down in tears. “What’s wrong Tiff? Well, dumb question I’m sorry.”
“No, I understand. It’s just, I sold you out like a coward, and you still went out of your way to save your selfish bitch of an ex girlfriend. Why?” “Tiffany, I have no hard feelings for how things ended or our current situation. It’s my fault you were even targeted, these guys went after Marcus as well. Besides, even if I did completely despise you, which I could never, it’s still my responsibility to save you.” The absolute selflessness combined with the absolute relief of living another day had led to her jumping him, kissing him up and down. She proceeded to unzip his jeans, excited at the monster that sprang out when Lucas stopped her. “No, I can’t. Thank you Tiffany, but I’m too exhausted. Besides, you don’t owe me anything, I told you I would have saved you no matter what.” “Of course I know that, I just wanted to make love. And you can’t be too exhausted, I can see you’re ready.” Tiffany explained as she stared at his erect penis.
“But what about the other night? We agreed that we can’t be together.” “I know, but-” she suddenly came to the realization of why Lucas seemed so hesitant to have sex with her. “Is it because you found someone else?” “Sort of.” Lucas admitted with his head down. “Carla, the detective who’s helping me out.” Tiffany was a little shocked and slightly annoyed Lucas had moved on, but she banished the selfish thoughts. Lucas had saved her and that was most important. “I understand. Thank you for everything and good luck.” “Tiffany, after tonight you need to go somewhere else. The man knows where your place is, my place is currently an off limits crime scene, and this motel is a temporary solution. Go to the police or a friend, I don’t know.” “I understand.” Lucas left and Tiffany wondered what would happen next. Things weren’t over just yet, but the worst of it certainly was.
Act 3: Climactic Battle, Ending with a Splash
Carla and Lucas: Frozen in Fear Wetting and Relationship Upgrade
It was around the afternoon when Carla headed to the Bellevue Asylum. After the Kirsten email and questioning academy teacher Robert Mitchell, she had learned that one of the patients, Anton Janos, was the one who had carved himself and Kirsten, similar to Lucas. He had taken a different approach however, and had waited for the police to arrive so he could confess. However they did not believe him, leading him into a rage, Because of the crime and his volatile nature he was committed to Bellevue Asylum. While she had originally been skeptical, after seeing the amazing feats Lucas Kane had performed and his refusal to kill her or any of the other police officers, as well as her own monstrous strength, it wasn’t entirely out of the question that Lucas and the others may have been possessed by otherworldly forces to commit fierce murders. Unfortunately, she hadn’t really gathered much other than the fact that he was indeed possessed. She decided to go big or go home.
“Was anything else out of the ordinary?” “What do you mean?” Janos questioned. “Exceptional strength, increased metabolism, increased sexual desire?” Janos laughed. “What the hell are you talking about whore? Is that why you’re shivering like that? Not from the cold, but from the need to piss?” She brushed off the insults, more worried that they reminded her that her bladder was indeed quite full at the moment. “I understand it’s embarrassing, but it’s perfectly natural. Please answer so I can solve this crime.” Suddenly his mood switched. “You’re the matriarch, aren’t you?” “What?” “I did see a vision of you. The man said you were a true Mayan of the Orange clan, and he showed me you getting your brains fucked out by some guy in a room in front of an audience.” he rambled with a perverted grin.
“Did you gather anything else he said about me?” the detective questioned, keeping her composure. “Why am I the matriarch?” “Maybe if you released me, we could get somewhere.” Carla shook her head. “Sorry Mr. Janos. I think I got all I could. Thanks for the info.” Anton Janos growled, then grinned. “Don’t piss yourself honey.” She ignored it and stepped outside. She was ready to head for a restroom when the power cut out. Growls and cries filled the pitch black darkness, along with thunderous feet. ‘SHIT, the inmates are loose!’ the detective internally panicked. ‘Should I just wet myself now so I don’t have to worry about my full bladder hindering my movements? No, I should hold it for as long as I can. The best solution of course is don’t piss my pants, but if I have to I can at least use it as a distraction.’
Holding her breath steady as best as she could, Carla slowly trudged back to the main entrance. Suddenly she heard some footsteps, and stopped. They moved on, so she continued as well. Then someone else came. She could smell his rank breath as he drew nearer to the point where she grabbed and kneed him in the face to knock him out. Unfortunately that made noise so she had no choice but to make a run for it. Right as she made it, the lights turned back on, however the door was still locked. She turned around and while she knew she could take them all on, the sight of so many inmates charging at her sent fear straight to her heart and bladder. A spurt dampened her crotch and she immediately banged on the door in panic.
“LET ME IN, LET ME IN!” she shrieked hysterically. Thankfully one of the head mental health care workers did as asked and pulled her in. Once she was safe, any resistance her genitals had broke down and she shuddered as her urine poured out in a torrent, effectively soaking her slacks, panties, and leaving a huge puddle on the floor. Thankfully everyone in the room had turned away to give her some privacy yet she still felt ashamed and humiliated, what kind of detective had an accident in a situation such as this? She was given a new change of pants and underwear and she drove back home, ready to retire for the night. Walking in, she noticed Lucas was nowhere to be seen. She threw her arms up in exasperation. “Can I trust that idiot to follow simple instructions?” Feeling stressed out, Carla took off all her clothes and proceeded to forget her frustrations by masturbating.
First she kneeled upright on her mattress, then set to fingering herself while groping her left breast, playing with the nipple. She didn’t think of anything in particular at first, just focusing on the pleasure to distract herself from Lucas’ disappearance or her earlier accident. However, soon she began to remember all the times she saw Lucas naked as they urinated in harmony. Of course Lucas was an attractive man, however that wasn’t all. They had gotten to know each other better over time and soon became inseparable. Well their feelings were, obviously she needed to really drive it in that he couldn’t just go off on his own. Soon her hormones shot forward and she began grinding against the bedpost rather aggressively until she came hard. Having been long overdue an orgasm, she grabbed a pair of white tank top and white tanga panties to dress in and went straight to sleep with satisfaction.
Soon she was in the cognitive area again, this time a jungle. As usual she was naked but this time free to move. Carla carefully roamed the forest, her naked body sweating from the heat. Finally she came across a lake. Grateful, she cupped some water and drank from it with large slurps, then bathed in it. After a while, Lucas came and joined her, also naked. Without a word he lay down on the grassy shore and Carla climbed on top, immediately impaling her gash with his dick. The head brushed against her G spot and they both gasped in pleasure. She rode him with expertise, gyrating her hips while he bounced his cock within her in up and down motions, slamming into her cervix. He came first, hot semen flooding her womb and feeling his dick twitch caused her to reach orgasm as well, screaming in pleasure. He withdrew his cock and she got on her knees to lick it dry of her own juices. Then she turned around to get on her hands and knees. Lucas slammed into her with vigor, enjoying the tight feeling of fucking Carla doggy style as he occasionally slapped her ass or grasped her breasts. This time they orgasmed in unison, groaning in ecstasy. He withdrew again and they both stood back up, then urinated on the ground to water the vegetation. The naturally diuretic spring water caused both of their urine to be extremely clear and strong in force, as well as containing enough nutrients to nurture the jungle flora. Once finished they licked each other’s genitals free of any urine.
Slowly Carla woke up. She groaned in embarrassment, having wet the bed again. Her wet tanga panties stubbornly clung to her genitals and she could have sworn that the wet spot on her bed was even larger and wider spread than the last time. She sighed, getting ready to do laundry when she suddenly remembered Lucas had been missing the previous night. She immediately bolted out the door, only to be relieved to see him on the sofa in his jockey shorts. Unfortunately, Lucas himself wasn’t feeling quite well at all. Having visited Carla’s cognitive space, he had also wet himself in his sleep, soaking his boxers and the couch. He was curled up, wondering how to hide it or just how terrible the situation was all around when Carla shook his shoulder, her slim yet strong hands being far warmer than they had any right to be in such weather.
“You have a lot of explaining to do, Kane.” Carla admonished, having not noticed Lucas’ accident. “I specifically told you not to leave unless something serious happened. You better have a good explanation for this. And don’t lie, I know you were gone, I was here before you last night.” she sternly lectured. “I had to rescue Tiffany. The Oracle kidnapped her.” Lucas replied in a hoarse voice. ‘Please just go, go to your job so I can clean this up and you won’t have to see what a loser I am.’ he internally prayed. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Is she-?” “Tiffany’s fine. I got her in time.” “Alright then, Lucas.” he sighed in relief thinking she would be on her way when she tried to pull him up for a hug. “Don’t touch me!” he yelled. “What the-Lucas, what's wrong?” she questioned, wondering why he was acting strange. Suddenly she realized he suspiciously curled up as though he were doing his best to hide the couch cushions and his underwear. She hoisted him up despite his protests and got a good look at him.
“Lucas, it’s perfectly natural. I wet the bed too.” Carla reassured in her musical voice as she gestured to her wet tanga panties. Lucas stopped staring at the floor and instead got a good look at her. Her curvaceous body and choice of underwear was perfect, just the right amount of sexy. Forget nudity, he could fuck her just the way she was, pulling her wet panties to the side so he could stick his dick straight up her pussy and fuck her seneseless. She leaned in and kissed him, cupping his cheeks in her hand. He slowly returned it and on instinct rubbed his hard on against her wet crotch. She returned it, both of them moaning at the contact. Carla shoved Lucas back on the couch and began grinding in earnest until they both came. The detective’s panties were soaked to the point of being see through and Lucas’ jockey shorts were uncomfortably sticky and wet from the combination of urine, precum, and jizz. He ignored it and instead got on his knees to suck the urine out of Carla’s tanga panties, causing her to moan as she pushed his head away. “Sorry Carla, I don’t know what came over me.” he apologized. Of course mutual attraction was confirmed, but to actually grind each other? He was ashamed that his hormones took over so easily, he should have been a professional gentleman.
“Lucas, you have nothing to apologize for, other than maybe making me late or holding back this entire time.” she replied in earnest. “Let’s throw our clothes in the laundry and take a shower. Look all you want, no touching though. I really don’t want to be late and our first time needs to be special.” “Agreed.” he responded, as they both threw their underwear in the laundry and took a shower. “We put it off as long as we could, however I think we should just listen to what the Oracle says for now.” Lucas began as he washed his dick of any semen or urine. However, he caught sight of Carla’s beautiful ass, perfectly curved. Her heritage and tanga panties had resulted in an even and perfect tan, although tan lines were totally sexy as well. Whatever the case was, it caused him to grow a hard on once more and the gentle washing moved to a stroking motion.
“You were against it at first, what made you change your mind?” Carla questioned as she wiped her labia, then stepped in the shower as well. She smirked as he saw Lucas, although refrained from speaking on it, instead turning the other direction and pretending not to have witnessed anything. ‘I’ll keep quiet for now, see where this goes. Lucas, you naughty boy, masturbating to my body.’ “Well, seeing Tiffany almost die was a warning. He’s not playing around anymore. What if he possesses me to kill you.” “Lucas, you’re being ridiculous. He needs me, remember? I’m the only one with true Orange Clan heritage. I’m more worried about you and your family. Mine too. Dad’s far away but he might be in danger.” “Exactly. I really wanted to avoid it, however it seems we’re going to have to surrender if we want to avoid anyone else. If the Orange Clan is so convinced our love will bring them some Indigo Child then they might be distracted by us, thus avoiding more sacrifices.”
“They’ll certainly be distracted by the rituals we’ll be performing, that’s for sure.” Carla replied bitterly. “I know Carla, it sucks.” Lucas went for a hug however his partner pushed him back. “Sorry darling, not with that monster. I can’t resist the temptation.” she teased as she turned around. Lucas got a good look at her beautiful teasing face, full lips, heaving breasts with dark nipples, hard abs, and bare groin. To increase his arousal, being showered with droplets added to her sex appeal. “Shit, I forgot! Follow me.” she suddenly jumped, forgetting the sexual tension. Carla quickly towelled off and headed to the living room, Lucas following. She deposited a photo and address into his hands. “These are my friends, Samantha and Tyler. Tyler’s my detective partner and Sam’s his fiance. Go there and wait by the doorsteps once I’m gone. We’ll all meet there.”
“Why exactly?” “They got caught up in this as well, although not as much as we did. They’ve also been having cognitive invasions?” the detective continued as she dressed in her underwear and detective uniform. “You mean the nightmares?” “Yeah. They’re being recruited by the Oracle. I hate to drag them into this, however they’re already involved and we need to help each other out. I’ll call Sam and tell Tyler what’s going on at the office. Bye honey.” she summarized and kissed Lucas. “Bye Carla.” Lucas responded. He sighed as he got dressed and packed his items. He remembered Tyler. The man was thankfully no rabid or corrupt cop, however that probably made him hate criminals even more. He really hoped everyone would be able to pull through. Some time later, he showed up at the apartment and headed to Tyler and Sam’s room, knocking on the door.
Carla and Lucas, Sam Malone and Tyler, Tiffany and Sam Hugues: Fulfilling the Sexual Urinating Indigo Prophecy
“Hey, Lucas Kane here. Carla sent me.” Meanwhile, Tyler shuddered at what he just heard. He had just been getting ready to head out when Lucas had arrived. Carla had forgotten that she and Lucas were much more physically advanced and he would arrive sooner than she anticipated, thus he would show up far before she had any time to inform either of the couple. He grabbed his Beretta 92fs and opened the door, pointing it straight at Lucas’ head. “Hold it there, Kane. What the hell do you mean ‘Carla sent you?’ She would never abbett a criminal, she’s married to the job.” “She knows I’m innocent. She was supposed to tell you at work, I must have arrived sooner than anticipated.” “Tyler, Carla’s trying to talk to me, on the phone you mind keeping it down?” Samantha joined in as she walked to the entrance. She had been ready to shower and was wearing a towel. “Hey, close the door, it's cold enough as is. And why didn’t you tell me we had guests before I came in here walking in a towel.” she admonished with a blush, until she got a good look at Lucas.
Recognizing him from the news, her rosy cheeks were drained from the blush and replaced with pale pallor and she gasped, her throat tightening. Her bladder did the exact opposite, gushing urine all over legs and on to the floor, soaking her feet as they stood in the puddle. Her legs trembled as the waif backed away in horror, before tripping and falling on her ass, still sitting in her wet puddle of fear. Normally she would have gone before or during the shower, however right as she was about to call Carla had called, which put that on hold. Her dire need to urinate increased and distracted her from listening to the phone call and Tyler’s arguing with whoever didn’t help. That was least of her worries now, Lucas Kane had cornered both of them. She didn’t even care about the accident she just had, she just wanted them to stay alive. Unfortunately for her they were never in any danger and Lucas just felt embarrassed, having enjoyed watching another man’s lover wet herself.
“I’ll wait outside for now.” he announced, knowing the two would need privacy. “Just cuff yourself from the back.” Tyler snarled as he tossed the fugitive handcuffs. To his surprise, Lucas complied. The male detective proceeded to finally shut the door and locked it, then scooped up Sam and carried her to their room. ‘She’s no Carla, but damn she looks good. Petite woman, pixie cut, Tyler sure is lucky. Wait, what the hell am I thinking, they’re married! Orange Clan hormones are messing with me.’ Meanwhile Tyler threw the soaked towel in the laundry and helped Samantha in the shower. “I’m so sorry about this Sam, I have no idea what the hell is going on. Carla’s lost her damn mind.” “So that was the phone call. I heard something about someone coming over, I didn’t think it was him. What’s going on?” “I have no idea. She has some serious explaining to do.” He phoned her up while Samantha showered.
“Carla, what the fuck is going on?!” “I should be asking you that, why aren’t you at the office?” “Because Lucas Kane shows up at my door, saying you sent him there!” “Shit, why is he so early?” “Why is he at my door?!” “Tyler, calm down. Lucas is innocent, I swear.” “He killed those people and is a demon worshipper!” “No, he was being possessed. Remember the orc guy in yours and Sam’s nightmares? That’s the guy behind this all. Just show up to work and all will be explained. We’ll tell Sam later once we get back.” “Fine.” he grumbled as he hung up. “Sam, I gotta go to work. Stay up here until me and Carla get back. Lucas is supposedly innocent but I don’t believe either of them just yet.” “Alright, stay safe honey.” They kissed, then Tyler headed downstairs. He undid Luca’s cuffs from the back and did it from the front instead.
“I’m only doing this so you don’t piss yourself and make me clean it up. Sam’s is the exception.” “Thanks.” Lucas nodded with relief. “One more thing, you hurt Sam or touch her inappropriately and your ass is done, understood?” The fugitive nodded once more, surprised at Tyler’s aggressiveness. Carla told him the man was a joker who was open minded, then again he was a murderer who showed up unannounced. What a mess. Eventually Carla and Tyler arrived after some hours. “So, you’re telling me this Oracle is part of some Orange Clan and they participate in murder and sex rituals? And they want us?” Tyler questioned. “Pretty much.” Carla summarized. “Well, that’s great. What are we going to do?” Sam also joined in. “We’re just going to have to follow through with it. He’s already shown us it means business, joining the Orange Clan as of right now is our safest option.” “Christ this sucks.” Tyler sighed. “Don’t worry, we still have an advantage. Carla’s our weapon, with her by our side the Oracle and the rest of the Orange Clan won’t be able to risk harming us.” Lucas assured.
“I suppose. When do we leave?” “Now’s a time as good as any. Everyone get packed up. Just to be clear, we’re all aware we’re most likely going to participate in public sex and urination. It’s humiliating and a lot to process, I know, but it’s for the best.” Carla announced. Everyone nodded, mustering the courage. Everyone got bundled up and packed their bags, then stepped outside. Right as they did so, they happened to run into Tiffany and two men accompanying her. One was old and almost homeless looking, the other was a black man who was late twenties, clean shaven, and athletic. “Guys, we need to go now, follow us!” Tiffany begged. “What, Tiffany what’s going on?” Lucas questioned. “No time to explain, young ones, just follow and do as I say or the Orange Clan will get us! You want to save Earth, right?” Carla and company looked at each other, and she nodded. The old man was their only lead. “Then go!” He led them into an abandoned subway station. Many were huddled, shivering by the lit fire. Lucas saw his older brother Markus and immediately ran to him with an embrace.
“Markus, thank God! I was so worried.” “Likewise. I’m sorry little brother. All this time I doubted you and you were right all along.” “Markus, don’t worry about it. You still helped me and that’s the important thing.” “Even so, I never really believed you. I’ve failed as a brother.” “Nonsense. Just promise to believe me more often and quit dragging yourself, then I’ll forgive you.” “So you’re Markus. I’ve heard so much about you. I’m Carla, Lucas’ um…lover.” the detective introduced herself. “It’s fine. I’m a priest but I don’t judge, you have my blessing. Especially after everything that’s happened. If anything, from what I heard you two actually need to engage in intercourse in order to save the world, what an awful mess.” Markus concluded. “Markus, shut up!” Lucas shot back, his ears burning. “Some brother you are.” “Finally finished our little reunion? I hate to interrupt but we have planet Earth to save.” the old man interrupted. “Sorry Bogart!” the priest called. He then turned to Lucas and Carla. “You two kids take care now. Don’t die on me.” “We won’t.” The couple joined Bogart, the old man, along with Sam and Tyler as well as Tiffany and the other man. He was currently cleaning his suppressed AK-9.
“Alright everyone. It’s a lot to unpack so I’m going to try to be as precise as possible. Please keep all questions to the end. Everyone clear?” The group nodded in understanding. “Good. This little group here is the Invisibles. We were established in the 80s, which was when the Orange Clan received a resurgence in activity. We’re not as knowledgeable or resourceful, although we did what we could. Thankfully we had a plant, Samuel Hugues take it from here. First explain your role and then tell them what they have to do.” Bogart explained as he gestured to the black man. “Hey everyone.” he nonchalantly waved, then went back to cleaning his rifle. The others waved back, surprised by his raspy, almost radio-like voice. He continued to speak, narrating his background
“As Bogart said, I was indoctrinated into the Orange Clan. They were originally gunning for my coworker Madison Paige. She’s a young and beautiful woman with a love of sex and urination, and she’s also killed in self defense so she’s no stranger to violence. All in all, Orange Clan thought she was a perfect candidate however I didn’t want her to deal with that nonsense. I managed to explain she would have no place within as she might have a strong body and will, however her mental state is unstable to effectively kill and she’s never had sex aside from masturbation and make out sessions since she’s never fell in love with anybody. My statement checked out and they promised to avoid her if I joined her stead, which I did. However I did research and eventually came across Bogart. That’s how I joined the Orange Clan and the Invisibles. Is everyone following?” The group nodded, wanting to know more, mostly due to wanting to save the world but also curiosity as well.
“Alright, so that’s my story. Now, everyone listen up. Especially you two, Carla and Lucas. You’re the key to all this. The Oracle has been hounding you two since Carla is the only suitable candidate that has proper Mayan heritage, and Lucas is her mate. Not only does that make her extremely valuable as a lover, warrior, and possible leader, but also increases the chances of the Indigo Child granting the Orange Clan godhood.” “That’s the thing though, how do we get the Indigo Child? We searched high and low on the internet, textbooks, museums, even our cognitive spaces yet we can’t find the Indigo Child.” Carla questioned. “Yeah, the only thing we know is that the Oracle wants us to meet at the Wishita Military Base, where me and Markus used to live. Apparently we’re supposed to perform some ritual involving sex in gynecological chairs and urinating in some fountain. Then the Mayan gods give us the Indigo Child or something like that.” Lucas continued. Sam Hugues and Bogart slowly looked at each other in confusion.
“You didn’t know?” “Know what?” Lucas questioned. Suddenly Carla gasped, holding her mouth in shock. “We don’t find the Indigo Child, we make it.” “Seriously? Are you sure honey?” Lucas questioned. “The Oracle said when couples want children they have sex in the chair and the mother gives birth in it. That’s what we’re supposed to, right?” she questioned with shaking hands. “Yes, all couples do it, however the Indigo Prophecy specifically states the Indigo child must have one or both parents with Orange Clan heritage, which you are.” “Jesus Christ, joining a murderous sex cult and participating in their rituals was challenge enough but I was going to do it, we all were. Making a child though? I’m not some baby factory, and we’re not ready to be parents!” the detective argued, feeling objectified and scandalized. ‘Just how much more bullshit do we have to go through? Fuck the Orange Clan!’ she internally fumed. Lucas hugged her, feeling sorry she was the center to all this.
“Who said anything about being parents? Just pop the kid out and give him or her to adoption.” Bogart joined in. “You’re not helping, old man.” Tyler ground out in annoyance. “Look, it’s either that or we all die.” “Not necessarily. Just having sex in the chair would do the trick.” Samuel suggested. “The lovemaking chair isn’t just for conceiving children, it’s also for clan members being initiated. Carla and Lucas just have to make love and urinate in the Chroma Artifact. The Mayan gods will accept it as an offering and lift the freeze. It will come back each winter but it will do the trick, regarding our safety. The couple doesn’t even have to be Lucas and Carla, Samantha and Tyler are also suitable candidates.” “How come we’re not?” Tiffany questioned. “I’m the only suitable member, the Oracle won’t accept you. Remember when he visited your cognitive space?” “Even so, I’m still coming. As a midwife I have to be somewhat helpful.” she argued back. “I have a new idea.” Carla interjected.
“We can kill the Oracle.” “That’s very risky Carla. We have good training but it’s nothing compared to the Oracle. We’ll also be facing the rest of the Orange Clan soldiers as well.” Sam countered. “That’s not what I’m suggesting. The professor told us virgins had to have sex somehwere else before doing it in the chair because if blood joined the offering of urine and sexual fluids, it would summon the serpent goddess Quetzalcoatl. She would kill whoever the summoners prayed for.” “That’s even more risky. Who’s to say Quetzalcoatl will even show up? Is anyone on their period?” Samantha and Tiffany raised their hands. “Shit, if it was Carla it would have definitely worked. Tiffany won’t even be allowed and Samantha’s sexual and warrior spirit is nowhere near strong enough to summon the serpent.” “There’s still a way.” Carla persisted. “Tyler fucks Sam, however once they’re finished we urinate with them. If we all piss in the Chroma Artifact, Samantha and Tyler’s urine and orgasm fluids, combined with her Tiffany’s period blood, as well as everyone’s urine will certainly be a strong enough offering.” “Yes, that could actually work. Are we all in agreement?” Everyone nodded. “Alright then, everybody relax and rest up, we’re going to need all the energy we can get.”
The three couples headed to separate train carriages. Lucas and Carla settled down, trying to sleep, however neither could. It wasn’t just the increasingly frigid climate, far from it. Just processing everything that had gone down for the past couple of weeks, and what was about to go down in some hours was more than enough to stir anybody awake. Carla was especially shooken up, however she knew she needed to pull through. This was her duty, sure it wasn’t in the job description but she was going to do it for the sake of the world and her loved ones. She just wasn’t sure how. An idea formed in her head. It wasn’t a particularly clever or solution solving idea but it was still helpful and certainly fun. She nudged her partner and turned to him, he did the same.
“Yeah Carla?” “You can’t sleep either, right? It’s just so confusing.” “I know dear. It’s just one huge fucking mess.” “It’s about to get messier. I changed my mind about the Indigo Child.” “So, you want us to-” “Yeah. We’re going to have it. Just because we kill the Oracle and the rest of the Orange Clan doesn’t change everything. It will buy us immediate safety but who’s to say the Mayan Gods won’t lash out themselves. I have to give birth so our baby can bring us salvation. I’m also going to take over the Orange Clan’s matriarch, reform it into something more pure for all of our sakes. Are you with me Lucas?” “It’s a lot to take in, but if you really think that’s what’s best then yes.” “I can’t believe it, we’re really doing this.” Carla grinned. The situation was far from over but with her mate by her side they would save everyone. “If you’re the matriarch that makes you a queen, and I’m your king. Only one thing is missing. Carla Valenti, will you marry me?” “Hell yes, Lucas Kane, I take you as my husband and king.” The two sealed the deal with a kiss, which grew deeper and deeper.
“I’m sorry there’s no ring.” “We’ll go shopping. In the meantime, let’s consummate our marriage.” Carla responded as she unbuttoned her black coat, dropping. “Are you sure?” Lucas questioned as he did the same. Soon both were in their underwear. “Yes Lucas. We’re going to fuck in front of everyone if it means appeasing the gods, but at least we can make love my way before so. I have to do this.” “I understand.” her husband agreed as they kissed once more, and he lifted her white tank top. “Look on the bright side, we get to have a practice session before the ritual.” “I’m one lucky man.” Lucas said out loud, which they both grinned at. Carla pulled down his jockey shorts and let him do the same to her tanga panties as she gently pushed him onto the bed. He lay down and she joined until she was lying perfectly on top of him. She teased by positioning his dick between her ass cheeks, then gently moved her hips up and down so they were caressing and stroking without actual penetration.
“Oh god, don’t tease me like this Carla.” “Sorry Mr. Kane, but this is the queen’s game. We don’t have time for real foreplay, but this is good enough. As your queen I command you to do as I say. Suckle my breasts.” she ordered as she leaned so her heaving breasts were within her lover’s reach. Lucas did as told, licking at Carla’s already hardened nipples until they became glass cutters, the dusky peaks erect with pleasure. “Harder, harder. Bite them Lucas.” Once again he followed his queen’s order, biting at the rough areolas and nipples which caused Carla to gasp in pleasure. She leaned down and they kissed once more, locking lips and tongues. “You did very well, and good soldiers who follow orders get rewarded. Are you ready?” “Yes Carla, my love.” “I love you, Lucas.” she replied breathlessly. She repeated it twice, using her mother’s Brazilian and her father’s Italian. “Eu te amo. Ti amo.” They both sat up, and she aligned herself with Lucas’ hard on. She teasingly rubbed the head with her labia, then sat straight down and impaled herself on his cock. Both vocalized their pleasure, Carla screaming and Lucas groaning. When they settled, she carefully gyrated her hips and Lucas thrusted upwards. They continued their slow tempo of lovemaking, feeling more than satisfied as Carla alternated between kissing Lucas and having him bite and suckle her cleavage. He gently caressed her ass and she rocked with extra vigor.
From Lucas’ perspective, they fit like puzzle pieces. Carla’s cunt wasn’t naturally as tight as Tiffany, however it had a stronger grasp as his woman knew how to properly clasp her walls in a rhythmic fashion that squeezed the head of his dick. It was also much stronger and allowed Lucas some breathing room as he could fuck without worrying about causing his wife discomfort or pain, something Tiffany had trouble with. On Carla’s end, Lucas was the longest she ever had. The girth was thinner than most guys, however she mostly slept with roided gym dudes who’s dicks didn’t quite hit her in the right spot and were too thick to properly enjoy. Lucas’ cock felt just right, as the thickness was both pleasurable and comforting, and his length had no trouble nailing her cervix, the head rubbing against the g spot. Soon they were both reaching their limit.
“Alright Lucas, this is it. I’m gonna come, it’s gonna be a wet one. How do you want to do this?” “Squirt and piss in my mouth.” “Okay honey, I can do that. You’ve been a good soldier for your queen. Come for me first, come for me baby.” the detective gasped as she began to increase her speed. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” Lucas yelled, and Carla could feel it, his hot semen shooting up her cunt and spreading throughout her womb. The combination of feeling his jizz warming her up and his twitching dick triggered her own orgasm and she withdrew and quickly sat on Lucas’ face with a screech of ecstasy. First a torrent of ejacluatory fluid filled Lucas’ mouth and he greedily slurped his wife’s orgasmic fluid, savoring the sweet love water, which was followed by slightly salty urine. Both were delicious, at least to Lucas. His wife sure knew how to treat her body, which brought pleasure to his own. “Thank you Lucas.” Carla expressed gratitude as she lay back on Lucas.
“Don’t, I enjoyed it too.” “I’m glad, but that’s not what I’m talking about. Thanks for letting me make love to you like a real woman should. I’m no dominatrix but I’ve always wanted to be in charge. Not many guys do that.” “Of course honey, anything for you.” “Especially now that we have to perform in front of the Orange Clan, like some objectified sex toy.” “You’re not a sex toy Carla. You’re a badass detective with Amazonian heritage. More importantly, you’re gonna be the queen of those chumps.” “Yeah, we’re gonna show them how it’s done. Like I said, I prefer being in charge and on top. But when we make our baby in front of a live audience, you better do your damndest to fuck me hard.” “Of course your Majesty, King Kane at your service.” Lucas replied as he jokingly kissed her hand. The newlyweds giggled and she kissed him hard for real, then they both went to sleep.
A couple of hours later, everyone was well rested and began preparing for the battle of New York City. Lucas sharpened his knives and handed one to Samantha, while Carla and Tyler cleaned and reassembled their Beretta 92fs pistols. Sam Hugues gave the detectives their own Ak-9s along with spare magazines which they accepted gracefully. Carla sniffed the gunpowder, feeling her tanga panties slightly dampen as sticky arousal fluid coated them. Her service pistol was a fine weapon of its own, but a personally gifted AK all to herself, complete with a scope and suppressor? Handling such a powerful weapon brought out the sexual warrior within and Lucas felt his cock grow once catching sight of his woman as she gleefully inspected her new instrument of death. The two were a match made in Mayan heaven. He teasingly marched up to her and they both grinned wolfishly at each other.
“You look at that gun like it’s a dildo.” “If I didn’t know any better about live firearms, I would stick the gun barrel straight up my cunt and fuck it.” Carla bluntly replied. “Thankfully I have something, or rather someone who would do a better job and only hurt me if I asked for it.” The two kissed once more for good luck, while the other two couples did the same, and they all marched into the snowmobile. During the ride they briefly went over the plan once more before staying silent the entire ride. Once arriving at the base, everyone got their equipment ready, those with guns holding them out. Sam put on his gas mask to go back to his role as an Orange Clan soldier, taking Carla with him through the back entrance while everyone else went out through the front. Lucas opened the door, astonished that they were indeed in Wishita military base. It was where he grew up and he was finally back home so to speak. It was certainly more run down than imagined, aside from of course the magically enhanced and technologically designed gynecological chair and fountain. Everyone else also came to the realization that this was where they were in their cognitive areas. This was what caused them to wet the bed, and what they would have sex in, concieve with, give birth in.
“Lucas Kane, you really didn’t heed my warnings.” the Oracle growled. He stepped out of the shadows, followed by his men. Among them was Sam, and Carla was observing everything from above, perched on a ceiling beam. She looked through the scope, ready to pull the trigger if required to do so. Earlier when she had entered the building she had stripped to her underwear for easy urination, leaving her clothes in a pile by the door. “Relax Oracle, that’s not why Tiffany’s here. Me and Carla just recently consummated, all that’s missing is an engagement ring. I’d say the wedding ceremony as well, but now that I think about it we’re actually going to do that here.” Lucas explained as he took off his coat, everyone following suit. “Then what business does that filthy slut have with us? More importantly, where is Carla?” “I’m simply here to do my duty as a midwife. Lucas and Carla have decided to conceive after all, and I’m going to help her give birth.” Tiffany calmly explained, although she felt anything but. Everyone had drank coffee out of their thermoses during the drive for their plan, and she was doing everything in her power not to wet herself in fear.
“Carla doesn’t need your help, the Chroma Artifact will ensure she will be impregnated and give birth with no complications.” “Even so, as someone of the medical profession I am quite curious. Explain how the process works.” the midwife questioned as she pulled out a notepad and pencil. “The gynecological chair is magically enhanced by our lords so it is always sterile. That’s why infection will never be a risk despite all the sex, urine, and deliveries. It is also a wonder of technology as well, being able to monitor both the woman and the man’s vital signs without requiring any cables. As for the birth itself it must be natural. This means the woman must be naked to avoid any barriers blocking access, and restrained to prevent movement during painful contractions.” “Why not just do an epidural?” “As wonderful as modern medicine is, it violates the process. The Mayan gods will be displeased and the child born won’t be an Indigo Child, thus it won’t bless us.” Tiffany felt repulsed by the logic but it wasn’t much different to what she was used to as a midwife. She wrote everything down and nodded.
“Alright, so where’s Carla?” “She’ll be here, she’s gotta prep herself, Orc man.” Tyler responded. “Me and Samantha are going first.” “Yeah, if we do this we’ll be reversing the global freeze for a year, right?” Sam questioned. “Yes, if you do it right.” “No problem.” Tyler challenged as the two got undressed. The group awed as they admired the naked couple while the couple drank the diuretic spring water, Tyler’s dark muscular build and Sam’s lithe frame. The two shared a deep kiss, then Tyler carefully laid his fiance on the chair, strapping her wrists to the arm rests and her ankles to the stirrups. He playfully petted her thick black bush, lightly tapped her clit with the head of his dick, then thrust his dickck right into her pussy. “FUCK! FUCK ME TYLER!” the waif shrieked. “YES SAM, OH YES!” Tyler moaned right back as he continued to thrust into her, ramming his cock in her cunt vigorously. “What the, it’s like they’re in porn!” Tiffany exclaimed, taken back. She was never this loud during sex with either Lucas or Samuel. “The Chroma Artifact is enhancing their sexual hormones and pleasure.” the Oracle responded. “Their time will be short, however the results they yield will be plentiful.” As if on cue, only minutes later Tyler shot his load right up her twat. His twitching dick tickled her cervix and his hot semen circulated her womb. He withdrew his dick and Samantha shrieked as she vigorously squirted into the fountain. Right after, her belly started to swell and deflate until it resembled a baby bump.
“What the-what’s going on?” Sam questioned. “My bladder, it won’t go! You said we have to pee into the fountain!” “Yes but only until your bladder’s are expanded to their maximum potential.” ‘Shit, Sam’s bladder is pretty small, her bladder bulge is about to reach its peak in seconds. It’s now or never!’ Carla internally panicked as she shot the Oracle. On cue Samuel did too. Once they ran out of ammo Lucas ran up to the Oracle and stabbed him repeatedly. The rest of the Orange Clan were confused, was this supposed to happen? Samuel was in on it, and they had received orders not to touch Carla. Besides, they were more focused on the ritual, it was important not to mention much more interesting. To their surprise and pleasure, Tiffany had hurriedly yanked her jeans and panties off and ran to the fountain, and once the Oracle had been dealt with, so did Lucas, Carla, and Samuel. First Samantha and Tyler voided their bladders, and so did everyone else once they were done. They all mentally whispered the same prayer: “Quetzalcoatl, kiinsik le Oraculo” (Kill the Oracle). The subject of their prayer meanwhile sat up and began laughing with his deep voice.
“I don’t know what you were trying to do, but it ends here. Did you really think you could stop me with that pitiful attempt?” “Jokes on you Orc Man, that was just the distraction, look who’s on our side.” Tyler shot back as he shook his dick dry. The Oracle sneered, then realized with horror that blood was in the liquid concoction. On cue, the spirit of a giant, serpentine dragon appeared and bit the Oracle, dragging him to the heavens. He was never to be seen from again. “What the hell do we do now?” one random Orange Clan soldier questioned. “Carla’s the new leader. She’ll tell us what to do.” his wife replied. Evidently men and women were underneath the gas masks and armor. “Carla’s got an announcement for everyone. Pay attention.” Samuel ordered. It was kind of bizarre that our heroes were getting ready to deliver a speech while still naked from the waist down but the soldiers were used to much more nudity so they rolled with it. Carla cleared her throat.
“Everyone, as you know I am the only descendant of Orange Clan heritage. At first I didn’t care, as a matter of fact I was going to have Quetzalcoatl kill all of you as well. However I changed my mind, while I don’t consider it evil, I still did not want to cause so much death without searching for a better solution, which I came up with.” “Thank you master.” they all murmured. “That being said, it’s not complete mercy. As your new queen and matriarch, some changes are going to be made around here, is that understood?” “Yes, your highness.” “Very well. Keep in mind these terms cannot be negotiated with. First off, no more murder. We will only kill in self defense or for animal meat. Secondly, we will not invade anyone’s cognitive area. As of right now I’m the only one who has that potential but the point still stands. Third of all, we will still be recruiting members, however they can only join if they want to, and we will thoroughly explain what they’re getting into. You break these vows, you face imprisonment or death. Any questions?” One soldier raised his hand. “Yes, you in the back.”
“What about our other ways of life?” “Meaning?” “Our sex rituals. Are they done for as well?” Carla smirked. “As long as it’s consensual, as well as everyone who participates or witnesses is of age ’ll have no issues. As a matter of fact, as your king and queen we believe it’s only right to engage in one right now. We did promise you an Indigo Child after all. You want to see your queen get fucked and pissing herself?” Everyone in the room cheered as Carla lifted her tank top and Lucas removed his scarlet henley. They both drank from the flask, feeling the aphrodisiacs and diuretics coursing through their bodies, mainly their bladders and genitals. Carla sat down in the chair, foregoing the straps while Lucas aligned himself properly, gently slapping the head of his dick on her clit, admiring her fat brown cunt lips. When they were both ready, Lucas leaned back, then thrust as hard as he could, shoving his cock until it was buried within her walls.
“OH YES LUCAS! FUCK ME! FUCK ME UNTIL I COME SO HARD MY PUSSY IS DRAINED!” Carla howled in pleasure. “I WILL! I LOVE FUCKING YOU!” Lucas howled back. Her vagina and vulva were sore but were certainly receiving maximum pleasure, whereas a lesser woman would have given up due to the agony. Carla felt none of that, just raw sexual prowess as her man mercilessly pounded into her. She sat up a little and gyrated her hips to match his thrusts and the room was filled with nothing but the sounds of their moans, as well as Carla’s heaving breasts flopping up and down. After some more vigorous and animalistic fucking, Lucas performed one final thrust, emptying the jizz from his ballsack and into her womb. He withdrew and Carka shrieked as she squirted a waterfall which splashed all over the fountain. Soon her belly also began to swell and deflate until she resembled a heavily pregnant woman. Tears clouded her eyes as her bladder stretched beyond its limits and soon Carla shrieked in delight once more as she pissed all over the fountain, Lucas soon followed. The crowd roared, having never seen another performance quite like it, and the two leaned for a kiss, then proceeded to go for another round.
Act 4: Epilogue, Impregnation and Urination
Nine Months Later
“Yes, YES!” Sam cried as Tyler pounded into her while they lay in their private bed chambers. As usual, Samantha was lying down with her wrist tied to the bed rest which she gripped as Tyler fucked her missionary style. However, she was sporting a baby bump, from way back when the new Orange Clan had moved to their native jungle in the cognitive world. By then Samantha’s anti pregnancy injection had worn off and they decided to start their family. Unlike Carla and Lucas who had permanently joined the Orange Clan, they only visited every now and then to either foresee important events or to give their friends a visit. Currently it was the former, Samantha, and Carla were due their children any time soon. Eventually they finished their lovemaking and lay down in post coitus relaxation. “Thanks Tyler, you’re the best.” “You too Sam. Man, this is so strange.” “What, having the best sex?” “Sort of. No offense to the Clan, but I hope our son never has to find out how he was made. The talk is awkward enough, imagine explaining we’re part time members of a Mayan sex clan.”
“I understand too. Still, I’ll take sex clan that defends Earth over murder sex clan trying to invade Earth. How does she do it?” “Carla’s got a lot on her plate for sure, but she’s a natural leader. Not to mention, she has Lucas by her side. They did a real good thing with the Orange Clan.” “That was sweet babe, but I meant how does she drag her belly around? We’re both nine months pregnant yet I got off lucky with this manageable baby bulge, yet Carla’s huge. More importantly, she doesn’t even look fat! She’s bigger for sure, without a doubt, but she’s still hot!” “Sounds like someone’s paying attention.” Tyler teased. “Like you haven’t, the woman insists on wearing flimsy robes or going bare ass naked.” True to Samantha’s word, once Carla was visibly pregnant she either wore a linen robe without tying, or just walked in the nude. Speaking of, Lucas and Carla were preparing their own session.
“I’m here love.” Carla called out. Lucas turned back. He had been sitting by the river for a while now, admiring the fertile vegetation until his heavily pregnant wife arrived. She shrugged off her robe, revealing her naked body and giving Lucas his desired hard on. As Samantha described, the matriarch had a large swollen belly, yet she carried herself with grace and was as beautiful as ever. She got on her hands and knees, and her husband entered her doggy style. “Yes Lucas, more, MORE!” He thrust even harder at her command, spanking her beautiful ass. Then he carefully helped her lie in missionary position and he resumed thrusting. “Je’el, JE’EL! Yaan u mierda, TI’ LE MIERDA IN CONO!” (Yucatec Mayan for “Yes, YES! Fuck me, FUCK MY PUSSY!”) Soon they both howled in ecstasy as they orgasmed. Lucas withdrew first, pissing all over Carla’s breasts and pregnant belly, then on the ground to water the vegetation. She stood up and walked over to the river, then sighed and relaxed her bladder until piss came pouring out. If pregnancy had one upside, it was increased urination. However, something even more exciting happened. Right after Carla finished voiding her bladder, more liquid came gushing out and she couldn’t even stop it if she wanted, which she most certainly didn’t. Her water had broken. The couple looked at each other in excitement.
“Lucas, go get Tiffany! I’ll gather everyone in the main temple. Don’t rush or panic, we’ve discussed this. I’m going to be fine, and so is our daughter.” Lucas dutifully nodded and ran back to the village. Meanwhile Carla smiled to herself as she washed in the river and patted her belly. “Sorry Jade. Mama and Papa wouldn’t have been so dirty if we knew you were arriving. Thank you for changing my life, even though it certainly turned upside down. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” And that’s how Jade the Indigo Child was born. Of course she wouldn’t know that since Lucas and Carla were adamant their daughter not find out her parents were hormonal hellbeasts.
Ending Note: Holy shit it’s finally done. It took way longer than expected but it’s here. So, I guess anyone who reads this probably has questions. I probably don’t have all the answers but leave your comments if you want and I’ll address them as best as I can. |
After almost a year, I’ve finally gotten around to doing another story with Savannah and Nathan. Here’s part 2 of the desperate boyfriend series!
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“Hey Sav, how much longer does it say we have until we get there?” Nathan asked for about the tenth time in the last thirty minutes. Savannah giggled to herself at her boyfriend’s impatience and checked the gps again.
“A little over an hour,” Savannah replied, looking back up at the road ahead. They’d been on the road for the last few hours on their way to Savannah’s family’s lake cabin. They’d decided to go a day early to have some time to themselves before Savannah’s family got there.
Savannah rested her head in her hand and enjoyed the sound of the light rain patter on the roof of Nathan’s truck. It was almost dark at this point, and she was exhausted from traveling all day. She closed her eyes and dozed off slightly.
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Nathan smiled as he looked over at his sleeping girlfriend. They’d been driving all day and were both exhausted. Nathan thought she looked so cute while she slept.
However, his thoughts were quickly interrupted by the pressure in his bladder. He hadn’t peed in at least a few hours, and had steadily been drinking soda to calm his nerves about being at the cabin with Savannah’s family.
He bit his lip and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. He sped up slightly, and hoped he could hold it until they got to the cabin. He would be way too shy and embarrassed to suggest pulling over, no matter how comfortable he was around Savannah. He’d just have to hold it.
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About thirty minutes later, Savannah awoke to a loud groan from Nathan. After her eyes adjusted, she figured out almost immediately what was wrong. Nathan had a pained expression on his face and a death grip on the steering wheel. He was squirming constantly.
“Nathan, love, are this okay?” she asked sympathetically, although she already knew what was wrong. Nathan sighed and bit his lip before answering.
”Hafta’ pee,” he managed to mumble. His face was bright red, and knuckles were a ghostly white from how hard he held onto the steering wheel.
“It shouldn’t be too much longer until we’re there,” Savannah said encouragingly, “Just try to relax a bit, love. You look like you’re trying to rip off the steering wheel,” she joked. She put her hand on his thigh and rubbed up and down it lightly.
He flinched slightly at her touch, but tried to relax a bit. He knew him being so tense would just make it worse. They sat like that in silence for a few minutes as Savannah continued to rub his thigh.
”Hey, Sav?” he inhaled sharply.
”What is it, love?” She asked looking up at him. He was clearly extremely uncomfortable.
”Can- can you,” he felt humiliated asking, but he didn’t feel like he had a choice at this point, “Can you undo my belt, please? It hurts.” His face was a bright shade of red, and he didn’t want to look at her. He knew she wouldn’t judge him for any of this, but he still got so embarrassed.
”Yeah, sure.” she answered, and carefully undid his belt.
”Can- can you do my- my pants too, please?” he seemed to get quieter with every word.
Savannah quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She looked at the gps on her phone and saw they only had about fifteen minutes left until they arrived at the cabin. She hoped Nathan could make it until then to save him the humiliation.
***
After about ten minutes, Nathan felt like he was at his breaking point. He now had a death grip on his dick, and could feel drops of pee at the very tip trying to come out.
He felt his muscles start to tire from holding on for so long, and he desperately hoped he could make it just a few more minutes until they arrived. Then, the worst thing that could have possibly happened, happened.
He turned onto the road that would lead to the cabin, a rock road. As he felt every little bump in his bladder, he began to leak. He gasped he horror. He tried desperately to stop as the leaks got bigger and bigger. There was now a grapefruit sized wet spot on his crotch that continued to grow by the second.
He couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled over and put the truck in park. As he jumped out, his muscles completely gave out as hot piss started gushing from his dick. He froze in embarrassment as the flood he’d been holding back soaked his jeans.
After a little over a minute, it trickled off, and finally stopped. Nathan felt relieved for all of about two seconds, before the humiliation kicked in. He, a grown man, just peed his pants on the side of the road, in front of his girlfriend.
His girlfriend… he remembered Savannah, sitting in the truck, had just witnessed the whole thing. He could feel tears filling his eyes from embarrassment, and they began to stream down his face.
***
Savannah jumped out of the truck and hurried to Nathan’s side. He was shaking, and had tears streaming down his face. She wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace, and he wrapped his arms around her as he began crying harder.
They stood like that for awhile, until Nathan’s wet jeans began to get cold. They got back into the truck and made their way to the cabin. Upon arriving, Savannah threw Nathan’s soaked jeans in the dryer as he took a hot shower.
She stripped her clothes off and hopped in the shower with him. After they were finished, they hopped into bed, and Savannah made sure to give him what she secretly considered to be “positive reinforcement”.
If only he knew how much she secretly enjoyed this…
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Stuck in traffic in a concrete jungle, Lucy looks worriedly at the 2.5l of hydration on her passenger seat.. nowhere to go or even get out .. her distended bladder contracts .. it feels like hands are around her overfull bladder squeezing it hard, her fresh sweat prickling her brow she clenches, willing herself to hold it back.... the pressure and urge to piss is so powerful by now that it feels like even the slightest lapse in concentration would allow the pee that feels so low down in her abdomen to boil down her urethra and spray out hotly between her tightly clenched labia..
No matter what she did she had to find somewhere soon, her strong control would soon be exhausted. She trembles, sweating as she fights back an almost unstoppable urge to release, clenching her tired kegels again and again.. crushing her hot damp labia between her thighs..
Her bladder feels like a hot, heavy bowling ball, swelling her slim lower abdomen above her hot damp mons pubis.. pubic hair matted from the effort of trying to control herself .. 'no no! Not yet!' She whispers under her breath and she frantically fights, trying desperately to hold onto it until she can find somewhere!
Lucy is a strong willed, "in control" woman on her way home from an endless day of meetings, she can't believe she has ended up in such an embarrassing situation.. losing control of herself is just not an option..
It has been 7 hours since she last used the toilet but rushing as she left, feeling a strong urge but being only 20 mins from home and in a rush to meet her daughter she decided to wait till she got home.. Her hand snaked into her lap, she is alone in her car and no one around her can see she hopes, but there is an articulated lorry on her right who's driver might be able to see into the cabin of her car.. She feels like a little girl doing it but she has to do something to ease the urge that just hit and seems to be rising to uncontrollable level, her bladder feels like a heavy rock stretched and swollen. The pressure rises and rises as her overfull bladder contracts automatically, eyes wide, trembling she strains against it .. 'no, no!.. hhhhnnngh!'.. she is wearing soft work trousers and she surreptitiously slips her hands between her thighs, trying to squeeze herself .. her forefinger pressing hard between her labia through the fabric .. trying to apply pressure.. do anything to stop the relentless urge overcoming her ability to resist it..
Several times this happens in the next few minutes.. the reflexes becoming closer and closer together, increasing in strength.. Her crotch is hot and damp and her lower abdomen is burning up to her naval... Her breath catches 'hhnnn!.. hhnn!' it doesn't feel like there is even room for her to breathe!
She clenches her kegel muscles hard .. gritting her teeth.. squeezing everything with everything she has !.. her bottom dimpling as she strains with every ounce of her strength..
The traffic starts to move, she is 10 minutes from home..
She can't concentrate .. now the traffic is moving she is trying to drive but its taking every ounce of her concentration to control her body for a few more minutes.. she is rushing... being careless.. "have to get home!" shaking from the effort .. her pussy is hot and red ... the slit crushed between her thighs.. but suddenly it's just not enough and Lucy finally reaches her limit..
She is a couple of streets from home but she may as well be 10 miles away.. she fights it so hard.. "No!... wait ! wait!" she frantically coaches herself .. Her swollen bladder contracts hard 'nnnnngh!' her breathe catches again and again as she tries to control herself. Trembling, shaking, sweating .. the urge rises and rises .. she just can't squeeze hard enough.. can't resist the overwhelming urge to release.. she has never wanted to piss as much in her life.... Like an arm wrestler being slowly beaten her external sphincter begins to open.. spasming as still she tries to stop it happening.. A slight woman, Lucy's bladder contains 1800ml of urine and it cannot contain any more..
As she turns into her own street, hot urine, valiantly contained for so long, begins to boil down her short urethra, before spraying out between her tightly squeezed lips, creating a line of wetness in her knickers.. Panicking she shuts it off with all her might .. but she can't stop 3 more strong spurts erupting down the whole length of her slit .. soaking the gusset of her knickers an d creating a spot on her work trousers the size of a small side plate..
She is outside her house and she quickly unbuckles.. launching herself out of her car .. key already in hand .. Doubled over she rushes to her front door but having started she is struggling with eveything she has to keep her flow stopped.. She fumbles with her key... rushing.. clawing at her pussy through her trousers, squeezing as she tries to get the key in the lock .. hips bucking as she uses every ounce of her exhausted control to get to the toilet..
She is in the downstairs toilet .. in one motion she pulls her trousers and knickers down but not before a thick stream hits the back of her knickers and the back of her trousers simultaneously .. the stream is so hard and thick .. forcing her hot, damp, reddened lips apart as it explodes from her .. hitting the seat initially before she can change the angle and it thrashes into the bowl.. her lower tummy is aching badly as the flow seems to continue forever .. she collapses back as finally it begins to slow.. she is trembling and sags as finally her ordeal is over.. Lucy is red with embarrassment .. she can't remember ever coming close to wetting herself .. but for the moment, the relief she feels outweighs all of that..
20 minutes later she is in the shower.. soaping her naked body .. trying to wash all memory of what happened away.. letting herself be taken away by the warm water .. |
So this is a very fine memory I have from when I was much younger and got to witness the desperation of three generations of women. I was riding in the middle row backseat of my parents minivan. Or I should specify, when I say that this was my parents minivan, I’m only speaking colloquially, for if you’ve read any of my other stories, you’ll know that my actual biological parents divorced ages ago, and my dad later remarrying my stepmom Susan, while my biological mother moved back to Appalachia where she was from, but I digress. I’m riding in the middle seat of of a packed minivan so fragrant with the cinnamon cream, Christmas-tree-shaped air freshener hanging from the rearview mirror, you’d think that my parents were actually burning a scented candle inside the car. My stepmom Susan being the hippie that she was, with her mom-jeans and her New Mexico Native American patterned woven shawl (in New England!). Susan rode in the front row passenger side seat while my father, John, gripped the wheel.
I hone in on the cinnamon cream scented, Christmas-tree-shaped air freshener only because it was pertinent to the current discussion in the car, a continuation of a “debate” that we’d been having since that morning. You see, in the seat next to me, sat my (step)sister’s friend Laury, a gorgeous, thin Italian girl with smooth, flawless, light caramel colored skin and pouty lips that resembled a YOUNG Sophia Loren. Laury was nineteen years old to be exact, the same age as my stepsister Cassie who sat in the seat on the other side of her. Shameful as it is for me to say, both of these girls were dressed SEXY on this very fine afternoon, but the way that their sartorial choices differed from one another was the subject of the current “debate” inside the car. You see, Laury was dressed this afternoon as a Christmas-style “Santa’s” elf, complete with the upturn-curled elf boots with the little bells on the tips, long candy-cane style red and white-striped stockings that hugged Laury’s toned, sexy legs, all the way up to the tight garter straps where her gorgeous caramel thighs disappeared under her green, “elf” minidress. She wore a silly looking Santa hat to complete the Christmasy look, and this was especially offensive to my step sister Cassie that afternoon, because she had emerged from her bedroom earlier that morning in a sexy mini-dress with cornucopias adorning it in polka-dotted regularity, and Cassie’s legs sported stockings of orange and white stripes with big, smiling cartoon turkeys sprawled out everywhere, many of the cartoon turkeys holding forks and knives, licking their smiling beaks, apparently ready to dig in to a Thanksgiving feast. That’s right folks, my stepsister donned Thanksgiving wear, while Laury donned that of Christmas, and the real problem this afternoon, so Cassie argued, was that it was still pre-Thanksgiving, and so it was premature to be wearing Christmas clothing on this afternoon. This was exactly the sort of frivolous debate that most rational adults would choose to ignore, but that two teenage girls, two sexy little nineteen-year-olds in mini dresses decorated for differing holidays, their bodies loaded with catty estrogen, and, that morning, wayyy to much coffee. My buddy Arnold rode in the very back row alone. As we rode along, I noticed Laury’s thighs were bouncing constantly, and with the highly trained desperation-radar that my eyes and loins had developed by this point in time, I was nearly certain that this sexy girl needed to pee!
Back at the house, nearly an hour ago, my stepmom Susan had prepared (large) seasonal cappuccinos for the whole family. I was seated at the kitchen counter next to a window looking outside when Susan passed by, distributing the large caffeinated drinks to all of us from a tray balanced on her fingers as she walked. I was startled when Susan nudged my arm with steaming mug meant for me, but was several seconds later glad to be startled, for when I turned and looked down the hallway, and the radio began, in angelic choir-like harmony, to sing out “Hark the herald angels sing…” Laury emerged from the guest bedroom she’d claimed as hers (at our weekend rental house), displaying her elvish sartorial decision for the day. Man, was this girl HOT! She emerged from the bedroom in a way which will forever be permanently ingrained in my memory as a cinematic pan-up from the floor to her pretty smiling face. Like the jingling of a cat’s collar, the cute little bells on the tips of the curled-up toes of her elf-boots heralded her arrival, and I watched, as she stepped around the corner of the doorframe, her ringing little boots coming into view first, followed by the tight, red and white striped stockings, which were so thin that her gorgeous caramel skin showed through the nearly transparent white stripes, which led up all the way up the Laury’s sexy girly legs, stopping at her upper thighs, just inches below her cute little green minidress, her cute swanlike neck leading up to her supermodel smile. Laury had enormous lips, like I said, as though resembling a young Sophia Loren, and an impeccably bright and white toothy smile, in spite of the coffee enthusiast she’d been known to be. Her cute little Santa hat on top of her long dark hair was the only piece of her sexy outfit that seemed somewhat unnecessary, in that she were supposed to be dressed as an elf and not as Santa, but overall, who would question the clothing decisions of a girl this hot when she’d been generous, or careless, enough to wear such a sultry get-up? Her sexy little elf outfit was rendered this girl’s lithe young body so scantily clad that her Christmas outfit frankly seemed better fitted to halloween, given just how openly slutty it looked on her, or maybe this was just the natural result of having an amazing Italian body better suited for swimsuit modeling than working as a nurse or nun, for instance. As Laury rounded the corner of her room and came into my line of eye sight, she at that very moment nearly collided with my step mom and her tray of large cappuccinos she was carrying around, these two girls apparently never learning the restaurant lingo “corner!”. Luck would have it though, that they just managed, matrix-style to avoid collision with each other and nothing liquid was spilled. However, serendipity reigned supreme in the next moment when the near-miss caused her Santa hat to fall from her head, and I watched, in slow motion, as Laury smiled and said,
“whoops”, watching her hat fall to the floor, before she immediately squatted down to the floor to retrieve the hat, not realizing, or even thinking about the fact that she was facing my general direction from across the room, and that when she squatted, her legs were splayed and her the short little hemline of her green mini dress rode up in such away that perfectly framed, in candid camera up skirt style, the sexy red little thong underwear that this nineteen year old girl was wearing that day, and that’s not even the best part. Even with her perfectly toned cheerleader’s body, her thong that day looked at least a size too small, as her stockings stopped clear at the top of her thighs with only tight little garter straps holding them up on either side of her lthe young body, but her entire upper and inner thighs, along with her pelvis just around her crotch, all were clearly and nakedly exposed, her gorgeous caramel Italian skin perfectly framing her tight little red thong, cupping the girl’s tight little camel toe slit pussy in stark red, like a rose petal floating on a caramel cappucino. The thong was so thin on the teen’s tight little vagina that it was clear to the eye that she was perfectly shaved bare, and clearly took time and meticulous effort to keep her naked pussy groomed bare, as there wasn’t a single stubble of five-o-clock shadow pubic hair showing anywhere, or even any razor bumps from shaving. Did Laury, at age nineteen, already take to waxing herself? Or was she just incredibly skilled with a razor, a virtual virtuoso of shaving, and had rendered her little crotch perfectly nude of hair like the swimsuit model she was always meant (destined?) to be? Maybe the experience, or my memory of squatting little Laury, was enhanced by the fact that I was at the time only twenty one years old and raging with hormones, but still, girl’s in miniskirts that show lots of thigh, and particularly when they’re only nineteen years old and flawless, just don’t realize how catastrophically sexy they are, and the privilege to see nineteen year old Laury’s red thonged pussy, just inches above the floor, in open uspkirt frame had me nearly spitting out my coffee in surprise and arousal that morning at nine AM. She grabbed the hat, and after a couple slo-mo seconds of upskirt, she finally stood back up and gladly took her first sip of the lage cappuccino allotted to her, saying “ahh” with a big smile as she swallowed the first sip of the hot liquid. Already, I was getting a boner, and thought of actually making for the restroom to be alone and jerk off, but resisted the urge and instead sipped my coffee.
Next thing I knew, however, my stepsister Cassie emerged from her bedroom, just adjacent to where Laury was staying. Cassie was also dressed in her outfit choice for the day, like I described earlier, in a way that was celebratory of thanksgiving, but was honestly, just as sexy. If you’ve ever read any of my other stories describing Cassie, you’d know that while she is in her own way extremely sexy, she was sexy in a way that was slightly on the thicker side, in contrast to Laury’s thin, swimsuit model sexiness. Cassie was a little shorter than Laury, and had thick womanly thighs and a butt that was nice and big and round and still had a bit of baby fat on it, if you catch my drift, a butt much more like adult film actress Madison Chandler’s butt, than like the cute, toned, pert little bubble butt that a girl like Laury possessed. I’d long ago gotten over the internal conflict of seeing Cassie as hot, we weren’t blood related after all, and I long ago justified looking at her from time to time so lang as I obviously never made any sort of a “move” on Cassie, or even ever really considered it. At the end of the day (or on that day, the beginning), she was wearing tiny little skirt just barely managed to cover her big round ass, and who could blame me for looking? I was already partly turned on by Laury’s little up skirt display earlier, too. When Cassie saw how Laury was dressed, Cassie at once hunched over, bursting into laughter, resting her hands on her orange stocking-clad knees. This caused her little skirt to ride up a couple inches below her, showing the bottoms of Cassie’s glorious globular butt cheeks, encased in thin cotton panties that covered most of her (rather large) butt, in contrast to Laury’s sexy little thong, which of course covered very little of anything. I looked at my sister’s big butt for a couple of seconds as the girls laughed together looking over each other’s outfit, before we all of us shared our large cappuccinos together and talked about just how thankful we, all of us, my dad, my stepmom, my stepsister, her friend Laury, my buddy Harold, myself, and soon my mom’s friend and my mom’s mom were going to join our big thanksgiving party, as tomorrow was finally turkey day.
We drank our coffees over about the course of an hour as we chatted. We were just timing our departure in accordance with our plan to pick up my stepmom’s mom Sherry from the airport when her plane landed at ten thirty in the morning. It was during the course of this hour, that Cassie challenged Laury on her decision to dress up in Christmas decor on this morning.
“I just don’t get it, Thanksgiving’s not even over yet?!” Cassie exclaimed as she downed a gulp of her coffee drink.
“Who cares? It’s just not as big a deal, like obviously, right?” Laury said, in her typical teenaged girl, bratty tone. Laury was quite friendly, but also possessed an element of the sassy, bratty teen that usually came with girl’s who were as naturally hot as she was at such a young age. It frankly made her even hotter to me, like an itch that needed to be scratched, Laury’s brattiness and Americanness (in contrast with her continental European Italian looks) made her that sexy, bubbly, fun, bratty, sometimes bitchy in a fun way, girl-next-door type that you just wanted to fuck and hopefully use your dick to ramrod and batter all of the brattiness out of the girl once and for all. My sister certainly knew how to pick hot friends, and Laury was no exception. At Laury’s bratty, “Who cares? It’s just bot as big a deal, like obviously right?” my dad chimed in with one of his usual puns, his never ending dad-jokes.
“What are you saying, that Thanksgiving is small potatoes?!” He said, as he nudged me in the arm in an attempt to search for solidarity for his frivolous humor. I often made a habit of laughing at my dad’s jokes, no matter how unfunny, just to show support for the old man, but this morning, it was just too early, and besides, I was trying to ogle my stepsister and her hot friend in peace as I imbibed my caffeinated drink.
“Well I think Thanksgiving is a big deal, and deserves respect.” Cassie said, confidently.
“It’s a celebration of the wrong thing.” replied Laury quickly. “You shouldn’t be celebrating taking the land from the Native Americans.” she argued.
“Oh like anyone really thinks of it like that anymore, like, who cares? It’s just an event to get together and eat a big meal…” said Cassie in retort to Laury. “It’s the same thing with Christmas, it’s not like everyone who celebrates Christmas is actually celebrating the birth of Christ, it’s all just about consumerism and buying buying buying gifts to exchange with each other around a lit up tree every year. It’s all just consumerism.” Cassie said as she unironically drank her decadent holiday themed coffee drink as she paced the floors of our opulent holiday rental house.
“Okay, well consider me a consumer, then I guess, the rest of us too though.” said Laury as she downed a gulp of her coffee.
“Yeah, like I’m not saying I’m not one, it’s just like, when you look around, I just feel like it cheapens the even the meaning of Christmas itself when as early as mid November everything everywhere is already decked out with Christmas ornamentation, like, can we at least wait til cyber Monday please? Would that be like too much to ask? It’s just a bit much on the marketing side, you know, too much consumerism, and it cheapens the holidays, that’s all.” said Cassie.
“Well I just think Christmas is somehow more festive, that’s all.” Laury said as she did a cute little curtsy in her elf outfit, the bell on the tip of her elf shoe ringing as she raised her foot theatrically in the air a moment. “But anyway, I don’t know that everyone just skips decorating for Thanksgiving altogether, I see a lot of gourds and pumpkins and wicker basket turkeys and all kinds of shit- “
“Please say “stuff”, interrupted my stepmom.
Laury let out a sassy sigh of frustration and a big gorgeous smile as she continued, “of stuff, thank you, Susan. I mean,” she said, turning back to Cassie, “like, let’s really take a look around when we drive to the airport, I can guarantee you that you’re going to see almost the same amount of stuff for Thanksgiving on people’s lawns and porches as you would for Christmas.”
“The same amount? Really?” said Cassie.
“I said almost the same.” replied Laury.
Now it had been nearly another fifteen minutes since we all piled into the car together and departed for the airport, at which point both girls seemed to be so engrossed with their debate over the two holidays that neither girl had thought, apparently, to pee before leaving the house, in spite of all the coffee they’d drank, large cappuccinos in very tall ceramic mugs. This may have escaped my notice, had sexy Laury sitting next to me not been showing noticeable signs of her increasingly filling bladder since we sat down next together in the car seat. Her sexy green minidress showed just a couple inches of naked thigh above her candy-cane red and white striped stockings, tightly encasing her long sexy legs, and had it not been for the ringing of the bells on her shoes, I may not have known to glance down at Laury’s sexy legs. The ringing was quiet but annoying, and whenever the (Christmas) music playing on the radio would die out in volume between songs, the constant jingle of Laury’s elf shoes was present and audible. I looked down at her gorgeous legs sitting next to me. They were so hot in her little miniskirt, I wished I could lean forward just a few inches as I stared down at Laury’s thighs in hopes of catching another glimpse of her crotch in her little red thong, but felt there would be no decent way to do this without her realizing it. But the bells rang, because Laury, increasingly, couldn't stop fidgeting and squirming her sexy little butt or thighs, in her seat. The taught caramel flesh of this girl’s inner thighs jiggled ever so slightly as she constantly bounced her legs, before the muscles in her thighs would contract and relax over and over again, clearly the signs of an unannounced, but quickly filling, teen girl bladder. As the girl’s looked out at the neighborhoods we passed through on our way to downtown to the airport, taking in the Thanksgiving lawn ornaments here, the big blowup Christmas inflatable snowman there, Laury’s thighs just kept shift in the seat next to me, sometimes the muscles tensing and relaxing in succession, sometimes she held her stocking-clad thighs close together as she bounced them up and down rapidly, sometimes, (perhaps my favorite) she fanned her thighs in and out constantly, until one of her knees actually bumped into my knee rather hard, at which point she turned to me with a quick, “sorry”. Oh how she didn’t have to be sorry for bumping into me, I thought to myself. I wouldn’t have minded this sexy nineteen year old’s legs to jostle and bump into mine a few more times. Laury had by this point started to let out loud sighs that seemed to be sighs of frustration, but still she had not said anything aloud that might indicate that she needed to pee. Of course, this isn’t something one typically announces i polite company, and with our parents in the car, in was likely that even a hot bratty girl like Laury would know better, or feel it inappropriate to announce a bodily need as base as peeing when she could just hold out for an opportunity to dip into a restroom when one was presented. With all of that being said, the speed and consistency with which her thighs squirmed and fidgeted and moved in her seat was pretty alarming, and I began to wonder how my sister, sitting on the other side of Laury, didn’t say anything or find anything amiss about the fact that her friend clearly needed to pee with some urgency. Couldn’t Cassie ask to stop somewhere to save Laury the embarrassment? Then again, you might be asking, couldn’t I? Yes, but you have to understand, I could hardly even believe I was fortunate enough to see a girl as hot as Laury showing sign of needing to pee, and until she decided to say something aloud about her need, which to me would have been the cherry on top of the whole experience, I was gonna savor this until the very last moment. I always loved hearing a woman finally announce that she needed to urinate, after being pushed past the point of manners by her growing need. Both girls were also drinking a bottled water that Susan had passed out around the car, being the health nut my stepmother is, and this couldn’t have helped poor Laury’s bladder at all either. I wondered momentarily if Cassie needed to pee too, after all , she’d drank the same amount of coffee earlier, and her water bottle, like Laury’s was about seventy five percent empty at this point too. Laury let out another LOUD sigh between her sexy pouty lips, and looked for a second as though she were about to say something to my dad about perhaps making a rest stop, but was interrupted by Cassie when she said,
“Okay, I’ve figured it out, in the suburbs people decorate for Thanksgiving because family is in town, and it’s about family, but then as you get into the city, the decor switches to Christmas because this is where all the stores are, so they have it gear it all towards consumerism.” Cassie said, knowingly.
“Sounds about right.” my dad chirped, from the driver’s seat, but of course, Laury had to argue with this observation as well. She let out a sigh, her restless thighs fanning in and out rapidly, as she shifted once in her seat, fighting with her seat belt as she fought for a moment to cross her legs, then gave up and kept rapidly fanning her thighs as she couldn't cross them.
(Frustrated sighhh) “Well I disagree on that too, cause like, even with Thanksgiving and family and everything, there’s still lots of consumerism.” she said, as her thighs kept moving, the couple inches of her luscious caramel skin jiggling just below the short hemline of her dress. Please God, let me see this girl’s panties again, I silently prayed as I watched Laury’s rapidly scissoring thighs like a hawk. “Like, when else does anyone buy and consume so much food? and like wine and stuff?” Laury said, (bounce bounce bounce of her sexy teen legs)
“That’s not the point.” said Cassie said. “With food, you’re supposed to consume it, and it’s about being together and dining together as a family.”
Laury’s quickly fanning thighs caused her legs once more to bump into mine, at which point she stopped fanning her legs and held them tightly together as she transitioned her motion to bouncing subtly, but rapidly, up and down in her seat. She just could not sit still at all, not for a second, and her body was clearly fighting to hold in the rather large quantity of coffee and water that she been consuming all morning long.
“Okay” (shifting in her seat again, trying to cross her legs, unable to, uncrossing them, bouncing them up and down, shifting to the front of her seat, bouncing legs held tightly together. “Okay well but do people really go all out and eat the way they do during the rest of the year when it’s not like, Thanksgiving though?” Laury asked, her voice started to sound a bit short and curt, her sentences making a little less sense now, as though her pee-brained mind was struggling to formulate thoughts pertinent with the current argument. Whenever the radio’s Christmas carols would end and die down, Laury seemed to become self conscious of the audibility of her elf shoes’ ringing bells, and did everything she could to drive down her seated pee-dancing for long enough for the next song to blast in in volume, at which point she apparently felt free again to jiggle and fidget her long sexy thighs, shoe bells ringing…
“Well yeah, but that’s what I’m arguing, that Thanksgiving is special.” said Cassie.
Laury at this point had her lips hanging open in a pouty looking way and her gaze was at this point locked out the front window of the car on the traffic before us as we crept along the city streets among hundreds and hundreds of holiday shoppers. A miniskirted sexy teen loaded coffee and water. What luck, I thought.
(sighs) “Yeah but you’re saying it like, like the specialness like voids the consumerism of Thanksgiving but like, not of Christmas.” said Laury, then finally interrupting her own thought it happened, she quickly leaned forward, letting out a loud sigh and said to my driving father in what almost sounded like a conspiratorial whisper, but was loud enough for the whole car to hear,
“I’m sorry, could we like stop for a restroom somewhere?” she let out an awkward, silly laugh, “It’s just” her teen thighs fanning in and out a couple times “all that morning coffee, I just- (quick sigh) I really need to pee somewhere.” Laury said as she sat bolt upright at the very edge of her seat now, her eyes scanning the streets for some establishment she might pop into, given the chance.
“God, tell me about it.” my mother said. “Ugh, we should have peed at the house.” my mom said with a laugh, apparently announcing that she too, needed a ladies room. For those of you interested, my mom was in her early forties at this time, and she always heavily resembled a quite sexy version of American actress Kathryn Hann, in case you’d like a visual representation of my mother. As soon as these two had announced their need, I felt my dick throb tightly in my pants. My arrousal had been steadily growing from watching Laury’s frantic thighs fidget and bounce for the past twenty minutes, knowing how much liquids she’d had that morning, but the actual sheer explicit announcement she made, including the words, “I really need to pee somewhere.” coupled with my stepmom’s, “Ugh, we should have peed at the house” was unbelievably sexy. It was one thing when a girl announced that she needed a restroom, but it was an entirely different level of sexy when they actually explicitly used words like “pee” and “peed.” It was just so hot. It brought my mind immediately to try to conjure up the mental images of each of these two distinctly different females’ vaginas getting the chance to let loose and release their respective torrents of pent up urine. My stepmom Susan, the Kathryn Hann lookalike, had a nice big round butt encased in “mom-jeans” that day. Susan wasn’t squirming in her seat, but had just lamented not peeing back at the house…
TO BE CONTINUED!
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PART 2
After my mom’s comment, no one seemed to show any further concern for Laury’s bodily plight, as my dad just determinately drove to the airport to pick up his mother in law Sherry, as had been planned. My buddy Arnold in the back however, nudged me silently on my shoulder without anybody else noticing, and when I turned back to look at him, he just eyed Laury shifting and bouncing in front of him with a mischievous smile, before licking his lips like a frat boy. Was he just “commenting” on Laury’s general hotness, or did he also find it hot that she needed to pee and was in this way, coming out with his own pee fetish? I didn’t know it at the time, as Harold and I had never discussed it openly, but I began to wonder if Harold also had a thing for girls who needed to pee, like I did.
When we pulled up outside the airport however, Laury wasted no time. No sooner had the car begun to slow to a crawl and pull up beside the concrete curb outside the airport then she had already released her seatbelt and was busy reaching across my sister’s lap to the door handle saying,
“I’m just gonna run in here real quick and use the ladies room.”
“They’re not gonna let you.” my father said to her firmly, turning to meet her worried looking gaze in the backseat. “You’ll have to go through airport security just to get to the restrooms on the other side.”
“(sighs) Seriously?” Laury said in a whiny tone.
“Yeah seriously, just wait til we get downtown. We’re going there now.” said my father.
“I have to go too, if it’s any consolation.” my mother laughed from the front seat.
Laury just sighed again, her facial expression looking quite annoyed.
“Well where is she?” Laury asked, looking around impatiently while she continued to frantically bounce her thighs in her seat.
“She’ll be here any second.” said my dad.
Laury sighed again and just sat back in her seat in resignation, crossing her sexy legs under her minidress.
“There she is.” my mother announced pointing to Sherry pulling her wheeled suitcase down the concrete walkway towards our car with a big wave and a big toothy smile.
“That’s your mom? And your grandma?” Harold said, touching Cassie’s shoulder from behind.
“Yeah sure is.” Susan said from the front seat with a wave to her mom. I looked back at Harold, he was a bit taken aback, seeing my grandma (or step-grandma?) Sherry as she strode confidently towards us, that day wearing a white fur coat over a dress that was tropically colored, looking fit neither for Thanksgiving nor for Christmas, looking more fit for a Bahamas vacation, or a long tropical cruise between the cayman islands. It is likely of value at this point to describe Sherry’s physical appearance for you, so that you might just better understand Harold’s slightly inappropriate visual reaction to my grandma. You see, Sherry resembled Cheryl Hines, yes the blonde lady from Curb Your Enthusiasm, not only in her physical appearance but also in her very waspy, uptown girl, go-getter, no-nonsense attitude that she sported. Sherry was an older woman for sure, in her early sixties now, but had kept up her bodily exercise and discipline better even than my mother, for all of these years, in keeping with her business girl mindset and character. This is relevant only because it speaks volumes towards understanding the dynamic at play between my mom her and Sherry. Sherry had carved a career for herself through years and years of hard work on Wall Street, which was no easy accomplishment for a female at the time she’d really made her bones, and so had always carried with her an air of achievement which bled constantly into her pittying, looking down upon, patronizing, or flat out condescending people, and especially other females, who didn’t do as well as her, primarily her own daughter, Susan. Susan had always been more of a “hippie type” her whole life, in stark contrast with her mother’s materialistic prowess, and this fissure had been the cause and subject of many mother-daughter heated exchanges over the years. Susan then married my dad, himself a successful lawyer, and had managed to improve her social and economic status through him, which pleased her mother, though she still couldn’t let her daughter live down just how much more she had the potential to do with her own life, if ever she would drop the “hippie existentialist stuff” and “apply herself to a career, not just a marriage”. They had managed to drown this debate down for the holidays over the past few years, but they were vastly different from one another in character, and there was noticeable tension in the air whenever Susan and Sherry were in the same proximity. Like I said before, Sherry strode towards us looking, even for her cougar age, like a million bucks in her tight tropical dress and white fur coat, in contrast to my step moms shawl and “mom-jeans”, ever so casual, always the hippie. I mentioned that Sherry resembled Cheryl Hines, and with the dress she wore today, her long legs striding towards us, she looked a lot like Cheryl Hines character in the episode of her show Suburgatory in which Cheryl did a sexy little pole dance at a public event, showing her lovely rear in the process. Well my step grandma had a similarly sexy body, complimented by lots of tanning, yoga, exercise, skin lotion, you name it, Sherry was cougar, a Cheryl Hines lookalike that could hold her own in terms of looks even among her own daughter, twenty years younger…
When Sherry finally reached our car, and looked inside with a big wide smile, Laury next to me was quietly but urgently uttering to herself, “Oh come on come on come on…” as her little shoe bells jingling and her thighs bounced around frantically.
“Hi mom!” Susan said, rolling down her window. “We’re pretty packed, you’ll have to bring your bag to the backseat with you next to Harold back there, in the furthest row.” my mom said, pointing our Harold. Laury looked quite anxious the whole time Sherry took her time to smile and greet all of us and get her bearings as to where she’d be sitting in the minivan. When Cassie opened the slide door next to Sherry to let her in, Laury pointed to Sherry’s suitcase, nudging Cassie on the arm, urgently saying,
“Come on, grab her bag, help her, come on…” as her sole focus was on getting Sherry inside the car so we could leave, presumably so she could find a bathroom somewhere when we finally reached downtown to do some holiday shopping, as was the plan.
“I’m helping her” Cassie said as she grabbed the handle of Sherry’s luggage, pulling it in towards her and into the backseat next to Harold. Sherry quickly stepped inside the car and got into the back, Harold extending his hand to meet and greet her.
“Harold, pleased to meet you.” he said with a smile, taking in Sherry’s tanned swanlike shoulders as she proceeded to remove her fur white coat, showing her bare shoulders and the relatively low neckline of her tropically colored dress. Only the slightest amount of cougar cleavage, of tanned cougar tits, were revealed by Sherry’s tropical dress, and she only thought the boy was being polite as he took in the tropical colors of her garment, painted onto her toned cougar’s body.
“Pleased to meet you as well.” Sherry said, taking Harold’s hand. “Cassie, Alex, Susan, John, good to see you all again of course, thanks for coming to pick me up, and you must be…” here she addressed Laury, having never met her before today. Laury painfully but politely plastered a smile over her otherwise anxious looking face, her legs subtly trembling bouncing and flexing as she forced out a polite sounding,
“Hi, I’m Laury, Cassie’s friend.” before Cassie pulled the van’s door back shut and my dad pulled the car away from the airport. Laury never refastened her seatbelt, she likely forgot or simply didn’t care, she was so desperate for a piss.
The next twenty minutes were nothing but torture for poor Laury, as her sole focus was on the traffic before us and of course on not peeing where she sat. She really needed to go I could tell, and was doing all she could not to make too much of a production of her frantic, seated pee-dancing. Her eyes scanned each and every single store we passed by, a bookstore here, a candle shop there, a bank here, a post office and a UPS store there, just desperately hankering for any establishment where she might be able to pee, while my dad just continuously drove at a slow and steady pace with the ocean of holiday traffic, through the narrow city streets. Sherry was meanwhile regaling us with the tales of her latest financial forays, and how’d she’d been one of the only people her age to get “clued in” with the crypto market before it was too late. Sherry was the one actually footing the bill of our holiday vacation, rental house and everything, and so we were happy to oblige her, for some time at least, while she praised her career and her latest accomplishments, and when I turned back to look at Harold in the backseat, I noticed him actually “check out” my granda, looking her up and down along her tropically decorated body, her slim, cougar figure. I found it just a little off putting that Harold was so openly attracted to my grandma, feeling that it had something of a slightly Harold and Maude feel to it, but decided to let it go mentally, as Harold was also a young man of twenty one years of age, myself, and after all, Sherry was a quite attractive woman for her age.
We finally managed to find parking, pretty deep in downtown, which we were all fairly celebratory of considering our main aim was to shop in the downtown square where all traffic had been cordoned off to make way for pedestrian shoppers, people on foot who wanted to go and peruse all of the different tents that had been set up for this special, holiday shopping excursion. Artisan scented candles, hand carved and painted wooden nut-crackers, jars of organic homemade honey, all sorts of venders and artisan craftsmen had set up little tents to sell their wares in the downtown square. It was festive and lively and packed with hundreds of shoppers from around the city, and many, like us, who were from out of town, too. The area had gotten an early snow only several weeks prior, which had mostly melted out in the countryside but here in the city, since the skyscrapers shaded the downtown area from the slanted sun’s rays at this time in the late fall, lots of beautiful, fluffy white snow remained, blanketing everything and adding to the holiday atmosphere, the Christmas spirit hovering about the entire area like Narnia…
No sooner had we parked and Cassie had exited the car, then Laury flung out behind her with lightning speed. As soon as Laury’s feet touched the ground, she immediately started to do a subtle, walk-in-place, raising one elf shoe off of the snow a few inches before setting it down and raising the other leg, the little bells on on shoes subtly jingling. Laury’s legs weren't moving around so frantically now that she was out of the car and able to stand up straightly, but I alone noticed that she nearly always had one foot subtly lifters from the snowy ground a tad, looking almost as if she were stepping on hot coals or something, impossible for her to keep both feet planted at once. Further up her torso, Laury also had her arms crossed across her chest, her thin arms bare other than the frilly green lace cuffs at her shoulders. Her facial expression looked a little more cheerful and far less anxious now that she was free of the car, and she was actually smiling as her big pretty Italian eyes took in the festive cheer of the downtown holiday shopping arrangements, happy and merry families walking to and fro as they sipped cups of hot apple cider. She couldn’t keep both feet planted, but boy did she have a pretty smile when her bratty side drifted away and the sweet-heart Italian countryside girl she was in a former lifetime bled through her modern aesthetic showing the madonna she was meant to be. As she stood in the snow, she was entire shaded by a line of great big Birch trees, decorated by the city with Christmas ornaments in the shape of enormous shining red orbs, her arms were actually shivering in the cold temperatures of the shade, and as my eyes drifted down to her subtly lifting feet, adorned with her cute little elf shoes, I noticed that the cloth fabric of the shoes was actually darkening in color as the elf shoes gradually became damp with the snow beneath them. Stylish though they were, they were far from being practical, and again, this thin Italian teenaged beauty, the “hot girl” friend of my sisters’, just couldn’t keep both of her little elf shoes planted on the ground at once. My eyes trailed up Laury’s subtly stepping legs, clad in her loud, festive red-and-white-striped leggings, the red and white rings orbiting her toned girly thighs in continuous concentric circles, all the way up, til the stockings suddenly stopped, revealing the cinnamon sprinkled on top of Laury’s candy-cane-delight legs, in the form of just the most precious three inches of bare, tan, Italian thigh, her womanly legs nude and shining out like toasted sugar on a lovely delicious caramel drink before her thighs inevitably disappeared beneath the hemline of her sexy little dress, hugging her torso in green, frilly, Christmas delight. As cold as it was outside, especially since we were parked in the shade, I realized that as silly a decision is was to wear a minidress in the cold like Laury was currently wearing, she must surely have felt thankful currently to have worn the stockings that ran the entire length of her subtly pee-dancing legs, the nude part of her upper thighs being the only few inches fully and nakedly exposed to the cold temperatures. Laruy smiled looking out at all the Christmas lights and the shopping, her crossed arms shivering, before she did a little curtsy on the spot (whether from the cold or from the need to pee or both) before turning and facing the rest of us in anxious expectation. How long were we all going to stand here getting out of the car? Laury just kept lifting her shoes subtly from the snow and I saw goosebumps appear on her shivering, thin arms as she let out a shaky, shivery breath through tightly pursed lips. A strand of hair hell down across her forehead and in front of her face for a moment, but Laury quickly blew the strand of hair back over her head as she again turned and faced all the shopping and her slowly dampening little elf shoes made a candy-cane diorama out of her never-standing-still legs. She needed to pee, but didn’t want to draw too much attention to herself until we were all out of the car. My dad, letting the traffic pass by, finally opened the driver’s side door and looked both ways as he shut the door and stepped through the snowy road around the car to meet us, as just then Sherry and Harold stepped out of the car from the back seat at last and Cassie did the honor of sliding the big mini van door shut, as my did clicked it locked with the remote control car key. Beep beep!
“Okay, where are we going?” Laury was the first to speak, and spoke with rapid, anxious pace, as she walked in place, in spite of the relatively cheery smile she was wearing.
“Hey, why such a hurry, can we get acclimated?” Sherry said as she was looking around now at all the lights, the families the joyous holiday atmosphere…
Sherry again let out an awkward, breathless little laugh and forced a smile on her blushing face as she stepped a couple feet closer to my grandma on legs that couldn’t stop moving. She was less covert about her constant walking-in-place now, seeming to sense that she couldn't entirely hide her (not so) subtle pee-dancing now that everyone’s eyes were on her, but that, feeling (not totally) unashamed of her bodily need, she just smiled a congenial smile at Sherry as she tried to catch her gaze, so that she could communicate her next thought, which she did on prancing legs as until she finally caught Sherry’s gaze with her pretty Italian eyes and let out a breathless, precious,
“It’s just” feet stepping up and down, arms crossed, cheeks blushing profusely as her eyes flicked around and saw us all watching her, ” I really need to go to the bathroom. It’s just-“ her gaze staring off at the stops in the distance, yearningly, “can we just go?” Her body rocking back and forth in her little green dress and tight candy cane leggings, “I need to go.” she said anxiously, but still, perhaps wanting to appear polite in front of the grown ups, she couldn’t actually bring herself to just leave our party and walk away to find a so desperately needed restroom.
“We’re all going that way, let’s just go. I have to pee too.” my mother Susan offered. Harold’s eyes were glued to Laury’s sexy legs, and as I watched his face, it seemed his cheeks also turned a shade of red, and his eyes also had the lightheaded stare of someone whose blood is gradually leaving their brain to fill up another head further south, and as I looked, Harold briefly touched the front of his pants near his crotch as his mesmerized gaze fixated on Laury’s legs, her subtle pee-dancing. her resultless feet growing damp and inevitably growing cold inside her little elf shoes. Harold was clearly turned on, and with a sexy fox like Laury, pee-dancing in the snow in front of him, it was hard to blame him for the slowly swelling member, currently growing in his pants.
Sherry also seemed to fixate momentarily on Laury as she suddenly decided to chime in with her own two cents on the matter of grown women holding their pee for extended periods of time, as laughed a casual laugh with a smile as she said,
“You’re generations think you ladies can just declare you need to pee and the world has to heed your call.” Sherry said. “Let me tell you something, try being the only lady in a four hour board meeting with iron bladdered men, none of them apparently having to pee until the one girl” she raised her hand saying this “finally announces she really cant hold it anymore and needs a break, and then what do you know suddenly four guys stand up and make a B line for the restroom, but all of them were too macho to say anything until the girl did first.” Sherry said with a congenial laugh as we all slowly walked towards the downtown square, the hub of activity. “And don’t get me started on our meeting we had with a client on his fishing boat, that was pretty off-the-books if you know what I mean, the men all peed off the side of the boat while I just had to hold it the whole two hours, I was really straining, but did I show it? Absolutely not? Who do those guys think they are anyway, peeing before a lady?” Sherry said. Her fur coat standing out proudly in the city lights, her toned body tightly encased in her colorful tight dress, my cougar of a grandma Sherry just brought an aura of lighting up the whole room into any space that she stepped into, and this downtown shopping area was no exception.
“Okay, I need a bathroom.” Laury said as we finally made it to where all the tents were. The area was extremely packed now with crowds and crowds of people passing by all around us in different directions, and it was nearly difficult to continue to see each other, all of us in our party, as pedestrians passed by in the chaotic cacophony of the shopping spree. Laury looked to us for answers, it seemed, but suddenly she blushed, and just said to us, “hughhh, I’m gonna go into Starbucks, I’ll be back…” those final three words trailing off into nothingness as she quickly rushed away from us through the crowd, the little bells on her dampening shoes ringing out with urgency. I saw Harold’s eyes watching her until she disappeared entirely. My eyes caught Cassie for a moment, my thick, sexy step sister, in her tight orange stockings that trailed up her thighs as high as Laury’s did before disappearing beneath he hemline of her cornucopia adorned mini dress, this Thanksgiving looking princess, Cassie. As I watched Cassie, I noticed that she was also balancing her weight on one foot, then the other, then finally the first foot again… Did she need to pee too? She had drank as much as her friend had, but she hadn’t made any mention of needing to pee yet, in spite of Laury’s loud and repeated proclamations.
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PART 3
“Where did she go?” asked my mother.
“She said she’s going to Starbucks.” my dad replied. “Where’s Judy?” my dad asked my mom.
That’s right, I thought, we were supposed to meet mom’s friend Judith downtown, that’s why we came here, that and to shop.
“Oh that’s right. Here, let me call her.” Susan said as she pulled her phone from her purse and pressed to call Judith, bringing the phone up to her ear.
“Yeah, yeah Judy. hey, we’re here! Where are you? Oh yeah?” my mom looked around, presumably looking for Judith. “We’re over here near the- near the apple cider stand on the corner I guess. Okay we’ll see you soon.” said my mom as she brought the phone down from her ear and ended the call finally. She replaced the phone in her purse and turned to the rest of us. “Mom, you remember Judy, my British friend.” said my mother Susan, before she turned to Harold, “Judy’s the greatest, I’ve known her forever.” she said.
“Cool.” said Harold, looking around, I’m just happy to be here.
“Okay well while we’re just standing here I’m gonna get in line to get us some hot apple cider, siad my father as he walked over towards a large wooden wagon in the shape of an apple with a couple teenagers working the stands, selling steaming cups of cider. Just as he walked away, Laury frantically stepped back up to us, still stepping from foot to foot, clearly still deprived of her relief. My mom asked her,
“What happened at Starbucks?”
“There’s no public restroom, apparently they’ve had too many homeless people and now there’s no bathroom for the public, and the line for the counter is super long right now and I can’t even think about drinking any more coffee…” Laury said as the speed of her subtle pee dancing was increasing now, looking truly like she were on top of an invisible stair master machine, her legs never stopping moving.
“Okay well I need to go to the restroom too, so I’ll go with you.” my mother said. Harold’s jaw was hanging open and he touched the front of his pants near his crotch again as he stared at Laury. My own heart rate was quickening rapidly now too as I watched the increasingly desperate Laury do her pee dance on her thin, model’s legs encased in candy cane stockings. My penis was straining on the inside of my underwear, and I quickly and subtly turned round for a moment and adjusted the direction my erection was facing so as to allow for greater comfort.
“What are we waiting for?” asked Laury, looking pleadingly at my mother, while still trying to keep some semblance of a polite smile before everyone, Sherry giving Laury a suspect glower now.
“My friend Judy is meeting us here. We’re just waiting here for her to meet us and then we’ll go and find a restroom.” my mom said to Laury. My step mom may have needed to pee as she claimed but she clearly was as desperate as Laury, who just turned away and stepped in little circles before resting her hands on my sister’s shoulders a moment, staring into her eyes, saying,
“I really need to pee.”
“i can see that. You’re about to go to a restroom.” Cassie said reassuringly, looking around for another establishment that would have a public bathroom.
Finally my mother’s friend Judith located us and walked up to us.
“Hey guys! Alex! John! Good to see you guys again!” she said. Judith was my mother’s long-time friend from England, a cute woman in her early forties with a blonde bob hair cut and a cute if slightly mousy smile and demeanor. Judith looked a lot like actress Cary Mulligan. Judith had a polite sounding if quaint, British accent and always had the best manners, in a way that so many Brits often do. She’d met my mom years ago, and today, as she embraced my mom, she wore a long, thick, bronze colored skirt over that went past her knees over beige stockinged legs and beige stylish snow boots. She wore a golden colored sweater and had a stylish white hat on top of her blonde bob hair. She looked to Harold and Laury next,
“i really like your hat.” Judith said to Laury, looking up at the Santa hat on Laura’s head. Laury managed to stammer out a shaky,
“Thanks”. as she tried to drive down her walking-in-place in front of a new person.
“Judith” Judith said as she extended her hand out for Laury to shake it. It took Laury great effort to extend her hand and shake Judith’s as it cause Laury to bend slightly at the abdomen in order to reach out to Judith, no doubt putting greater pressure momentarily on her bladder. I looked down to Laury’s stomach, and could see, in spite of her frilly green dress, that usually incredibly thin stomach looked today to be quite full and rounded, no doubt holding a bladder full of too much coffee and water…
Judith finished introducing herself to the rest of us, Sherry smiling at her only fellow blonde as she shook her hand, and just then my dad stepped back up to us carrying tray of cider mugs.
“Here, take one, take one.” he was saying as he began handing the steaming cider out to all of us. Laury, in spite of her full bladder, gladly took her drink and began sipping it, likely tempted by the warmness of the beverage, contrasting with her foolish decision to wear so skimpy an outfit in the cold temperatures of the city. She took a long gulp then brought the drink down quickly from her lips, and it was then, at this moment, for the first time, that I saw Laury do cross yet another threshold of her increasing desperation. She reached down, and clutched her crotch through her minidress for a couple seconds, then brought her hand away and continued her pee-dance stepping in place, again looking around in all directions as if scanning like radar for a bathroom. The adults were sort of distracted now talking with each other, my dad greeting Judy and making small talk with her, this being the first time my parents had seen their friend in several months now, they were so happy she could join them here for Thanksgiving, and meanwhile the four of “us kids”, Cassie, Laury, Harold and myself, were sort of isolated together in one corner of the the little clearing in the crowd that our family made. Laury seemed slightly less self conscious when she felt she was talking only among us, people her own age, as she then turned to us while touching her crotch for a moment again, saying,
“You guys, look for a bathroom, I really need to pee.” as her eyes scanned around in all directions. It was only then at this moment that it occurred to me that Laury might seriously have a problem in this part of town, at least as far as locating a public restroom for herself was concerned. This was a mostly retail area, it was enormously crowded, the coffeeshops had locked away their restrooms due to the city’s increasing homelessness problem, and any restaurants in the area would likely offer restrooms to customers only, reinforced by having a padlock door handle, and Laury was hardly in any kind of position to be able to wait in line for a table at a restaurant by herself right now, just so that she could use the establishment’s facilities. I was suddenly incredibly amused by her situation, as well as incredibly excited. I watched Laury pee dance on the snow where she stood, half expecting the sexy little girl to turn the snow yellow right where she stood, as the looked like a water balloon ready to pop and release her liquid contents in a cascade rushing down between her legs onto the ground below. She was stepping and stepping and stepping in place constantly, a classic pee dance, but she couldn't get anyone to pay attention to her desperate need, and anyway what would it help. Suddenly, her eyes caught sight of something that really brought her a felling of torture, there was a line of several men that looked to be probably in their late twenties, and one young boy, who were lined up and were actually peeing onto the birch trees there at the far perimeter of the snowy public square. Either from having their minds lubricated by spiked cider or beer, or just simply not caring if people could see them from behind and knew what they were doing, these men had decided to empty their bladders in the good old fashioned way that men almost never seem to mind, peeing on trees in the open. As Laury caught sight of the men, and her eyes drifted down and saw their streaming yellow streams, she huched forward and clutched herself between the legs for a few long seconds, groaning,
“UGGHHHHHH, fucking men think they can just whip their cocks out and pee anywhere they please.” she squeezed herself tightly before standing up straight and letting go of herslef, continuing her feverish pee dance, bringing her legs a LOT higher into the air now as she walked in place, so high now that at her knees peak I could almost see her little thong panties again beneath her skirt, almost… “UGH! I have to pee like a fucking horse right now.” she said, aggressively, though she must have meant to say “racehorse”. What if she just squatted down in the snow next to the birch trees like the men? Who could blame her? I thought to myself, plus the thought of getting to see this young girls’ squatting, pissing pussy as she peed and peed and released hours worth of morning urine into the snow below her while scantily dressed as a Santa’s-little-helper-elf was almost too searingly sexy to even consider. My boner had grown outrageously hard in my pants, watching Laury dance and squirm, the anxious expression on her face slowly killing out the friendly one, as she kept walking in place, lifting her knees high into the air. I looked closer and could actually see that goosebumps had formed on the naked flesh of her upper thighs, the cold wintry temperatures clearly getting to the thin young girl in little clothing. I wanted to reach down and touch myself, to give myself some kind of relief to the sexual tension growing in my pants, but couldn’t rightly do that without someone noticing. Laury meanwhile couldn’t take her anxious looking eyes away from the streaming urine splashing down onto the snowy branches of the birch trees, as the men in coats peed and peed lined up together, their urine melting through the snow, turning it yellow. I watched as the adults continued to absentmindedly make small talk while this teen girl clearly was dying to relieve herself, mesmerized by a line of pissing cocks just meters away from where we were, and thought to myself that I would love it if Laury was forced, just forced by manners to stand here until the pissed herself right where she stood, and drenched her candy cane stockings. The amount of money I wish I could pay to own those stockings afterward would be quite staggering, I tell you, if only I were a rich man. Just then, completely out of the blue, Harold asked Laury something really brazen as his eyes locked onto her stepping legs and a mischievous grin crossed his face.
“Describe how it feels for you right now.” he said to Laury, watching her legs. I expected her to slap him, or to rebuke him, I didn’t know what to expect exactly, but it was a rude question for sure. Much to my surprise however, without any hesitation or even time to think at all, Laury at once responded to him with utter candidness as she quickly said,
“Well, It like, it hurts, how badly I have to pee right now, and plus-“ her wet shoes stepping quickly in place on snow, “plus I shaved today and I can feel the coldness around my va…” she blushed hot pink saying this, “…around my,,, around my underwear cause I don’t have any hair around there now, and it…” my GOD! Was she really saying this?! Did she really just describe the coldness of the air touching her naked, shaven pussy around her panties? “it’s just, like, the coldness is making me have to pee even more, plus all those men are pissing right there.” her voice shaking, sounding like she was nearly crying on the word, “there”, she said motioning ahead to the line of peeing men. “and I, GOD, I have to PISS!” she said, with real tone and frustration growing in her voice now. “I really need to pee.” she announced to us once more.
Laury quickly stepped over to where the adults were and stepped up to my mother, interrupting her talking to her friend Judith.
“I’m sorry, I need to go to the bathroom. But I don't see anywhere to go.” looking up at my mother with pleading eyes. Laury continued her feverish walking in place as she got my mother’s attention. Judith spoke up at this too.
“I could also use a loo, I didnt’ see any on my way over here.” Judith said, in her cute British accent, using the British term “loo” to mean restroom.
“Okay, well lets find a bathroom.” said my mother, before turning to my dad, saying, “Us girls are gonna find a restroom real quick, you’ll all be out here shopping?”
“sure” was all my dad said, before the girls turned and left, leaving my dad, Sherry, Harold and I to shop and peruse the holiday thees tents to our own devices now. It was a merry shopping excursion for sure, and I noticed my dad sampling several different flavors of honey before selecting one of the jars, no doubt to use later back at the house to ale one of his famous holiday hot toddies, only famous to him within the family because he increased the dose of all of the main ingredients, save for the hot water, making it a very strong and very pungent drink indeed, especially given the high does of lemon juice my father used.
Sherry meanwhile was walking and chatting with Harold politely as they glanced down at woven leather purses that one family was selling at a tent. People were passing by us constantly and so we decided to stay together, the four of us, so that we wouldn't lose each other. Sherry selected a couple of purses and neglected to have them wrapped, deciding instead to hide them in her much larger purse which she carried draped over her shoulder. My dad turned back and decided apparently to buy several additional jars of the honey he'd just purchased, exclaiming,
“what the hell, why not just get a bunch of it while I’m here? It’s delicious.” My dad pointed out several different flavors of honey he wanted to purchase, some of it cream honey, some of it clear, wondering out loud how the creamy honey would fast in a hot toddy. I was right, I thought to myself, he was planning on making hot toddies. Cassie was busy admiring lots of little swirling ballerinas dancing to music on little head held music boxes, displayed on a table in front of one tent. I watched as Cassie bent forward to read the writing etched into the base of on the music boxes, once again exposing the panties on my sister’s big ass as her tiny little dress rode up behind her. I noticed Harold watching Cassie too, and his eyes definitely flicked down to her butt periodically. How could I blame him? My sister had a big butt, a nice round ass like porn star Madison Chandler…
We walked past a tent of handmade wooden birdhouses, a tent selling wreaths, a tent selling ceramic Christmas ornaments, a tent selling CDs of Christmas music, all kinds of nice products being sold at great quantities for the holidays. After about twelve minutes since they'd left us, Susan, Judy and Laury came back up to us and joined us.
“Hey! There you guys are!” said my dad. I looked at Laury, her face looked incredibly anxious now, her eyes nearly bulging out of her head, as she looked around frantically with her eyes, blowing out puffs of air from her inflated cheeks as she fought, really fought, the urge to reach down and hold herself between her dancing legs. She walked in place, and looked very out of breath, lifting her knees so high into the air at this point that her thonged little crotch officially came back into view with each and every raise of her legs. The bottom of her stomach above her thong underwear looked extremely rounded, extremely full, extremely firm holding the contents of a full bladder, and only a tiny little red slit of cotton was covering the tightly contracting opening for this overly full water balloon of a petite nineteen year old’s bladder. Laury’s face bore an expression of absentminded panic now, as if she were in a crowd of people but in her own world altogether now, her find focused solely on having the chance to locate somewhere for her to pee!
“There are no public bathrooms anywhere. John, come on, we have to go home. Come on, the shopping will all be here tomorrow, it’ll be here til Christmas” my mother said breathlessly, and I noticed looking down, that she was curtsying her knees together now, and it looked definitely as though the urgency of her own need to urinate had significantly increased.
“Okay, I wont fight. You’re the one who wanted to come down here shopping.” my dad said. “The car’s back this way, right?” he said, motioning in front of himself with the box of honey he was carrying. We all set off at once in the direction of the area where we had parked the car, and paused once we’d reached it to decide how we were all gonna fit into the car together now. Judy was riding with us back to the rental house too, as she was to be staying with us for the holiday as well. It was decided that Harold would sit beside the box of honey and Sherry’s luggage in the backseat, as there was nowhere else where these items could fit. But where was Sherry to sit now? Someone was going to have to sit on someone else’s lap, and though I would have died for Laury to sit her desperate sexy little ass on my cock, just dreaming, just praying for her to let loose and flood my crotch with her sexy pent up pee, my sister then very politely offered to move to the back row with Harold and let Sherry have a seat in the row beside Laury and myself. Laury once again got the seat in the middle and she looked in the car at the middle seat reluctantly, before glancing back over her shoulders at the birch trees behind her, as if tempted to make a dash over and squat right there in the snow among so many puddles of guy piss, lingering everywhere, it was just so unfair for girls who needed to pee in public while me could do so so freely… Laury reluctantly climbed into the middle seat, almost as if she knew it would be extra difficult for her to climb out of the middle seat in the event that she needed to make a last second, “emergency exit” from the car. Her skirt rode up and displayed her sexy red-thonged clad crotch as she took a wide step into the car and planted her ass, bringing her thighs tightly together as quickly as she possible could, her legs constantly bouncing up and down. My God she was hot. Oh, to see this sexy girl pee, and turn her stockings orange and yellow with her golden female nectar. My painful erection was uncomfortable positioned in my pants but I was far too self conscious to actually try to adjust myself with Laury seated right next to me. Cassie climbed in the backseat with my buddy Harold now, and with a matter-of-fact look at Harold, planted her fat ass right on his crotch, her little mini dress was at first too short to stay covering her butt as she sat, and she sat on the crotch of Harold’s trousers with nothing between his pants and her pussy but her thin cotton panties, before she stood up slightly and brushed her skirt back under her big butt, the short frilly hemline just barely staying beneath her. I saw Harold gulp and it looked for a moment like he was also in pain, or perhaps it was just the look of someone who didn’t expect to be in quite the sexy circumstances he currently found himself within. But wait, this still didn't leave enough room. What about Judy? Judith stood outside the car still while Sherry got into the seat beside Laury. We had miscalculated.
“What about me?” Judith said with a sheepish smile as she looked inside our mini van.
“Oh shit, yeah, right, gee, what are we gonna do?” my mother said, looking back towards the interior of the car and all of us in it with concern.
Laury’s eyes looked like they were nearly in tears as she quickly let out a quiet whimper and without saying anything, without any warning at all, she lifted her sexy little butt from the seat next to me and planted herself seated right on my crotch. As hot as this should have been, it actually hurt a bit as Laury sat directly upon my uncomfortably positioned erection, her body weight weighing down on it painfully for a second before I, without even thinking, immediately, angrily, placed by hands under her butt cheeks, cupping her naked ass cheeks in my palms and raised Laury’s bodyweight off of me several inches as I reached down and quickly adjusted my boner so that it was facing up towards my stomach, sighing in relief from the pain as I allowed Laury’s butt to sit back down on my crotch, my penis now nestled between her cheeks. Laury was in a different world entirely and was frantically beckoning for Judith with her hand, to enter the car and sit down, presumably so that we could finally get to the house and poor Laury could pee. Judith got in, and we departed. It was very slow going, the traffic being astronomically heavy at this time from all of the shoppers.
“Guys I need to get out.” Laury said. “I cant sit in this traffic, please, I really really need to pee.” she said as her desperate looking eyes scanned the wintry outside surroundings the evening light beginning to fade now as the bright pink winter sunset began. The rapid trembling of her thighs caused Laury’s nice girly ass to vibrate subtly but constantly on my lap, like the tremors warning of a distant impending Earthquake, or perhaps in her case, a flood…
“You can’t get out, where are you gonna go?” my dad asked.
“I’ll find somewhere, please I really can’t wait anymore.” Laury said, as she unabashedly reached down and held her crotch tightly under her skirt now, nothing between her fingers and her pussy lips but a tiny little thong now, through which she could easily apply pressure. She didn’t bring her hands away from her crotch anymore, she held herself tightly and didn’t care who was watching, she was so beyond caring at this point. I took a tiny moment just to reflect on the luck of my current circumstances. Here was this girl who in school would be way to hot and bitchy ever to show me the time of day, in spite of being two years younger than me, and he she was rendered powerless to stop her squirming and bouncing and vibrating through her tiny little minidress as she fidgeting all over my cock through my thin trousers. If she didn’t need to pee so badly and had any more awareness of her current surroundings she’d surely have noticed my rock hard dick through my pants (she was sitting right on it after all) but currently, she just couldn't afford to care, she just needed to piss. Sherry spoke up next, apparently having had enough of Laury’s frantic antics.
“You girls really should attempt to exercise ore self-control.” Sherry said, looking beside her at Laury fidgeting and bouncing on my lap. Laury just groaned in pain as she continued to hold her crotch tightly, sitting on my lap. When was the flood to arrive? I asked myself. When was this sexy little bitch gonna soak my cock with her hot urine? I was dying for Laury to just “spring a leak” and be unable to recover control, relinquishing her long fight with her vaginal muscles and just drenching my groin with a cascade of her hot, steaming urine, soaking my hard cock, but still, my lap was dry, no flood yet. Laury just bounced and bounced her thighs as she she sat on top of me holding herself, letting out LOUD sighs of frustration and long shaky breaths between pursed lips as her eyes scanned the outside world for an establishment where she could pee.
“Back in my day, a girl could never just announce she needed to pee. It would never happen.” Sherry said again, reinforcing her statements earlier.
“Mom, times have changed, women have rights now. Plus give her a rest, she’s desperate. She needed to pee even before we picked you up from the airport.”
“UGHHHHHH” Laury groaned and rocked back and forward on my lap, hearing my mother express her need aloud like this. Laury was squeezing her crotch very tightly, and opened her legs wider now so that her fingers could get a deeper, tighter grip on her womanhood beneath her skirt.
“Well for you information, I also haven’t peed, sorry, gone to the bathroom, since before my flight, and I could also use a restroom in the hopefully not very distant future.” Sherry said. “I just have the patience and decency to wait til a bathroom is presented, that’s all.” Sherry said to us all.
“I could really use a loo too, sorry.” Judith said with a subtle bounce in her seat. My god, did every girl in the car need to pee? I looked back at my sister Cassie, seated in Harold’s lap. She was also holding her legs together tightly and bouncing very subtly. Her eyes had a look of mild focus and she blew air between her lips in a way that looked unnatural, like she were trying to whistle but failing, or like she too had some growing pressure inside her body but just hadn’t voiced it yet. Why was Cassie so silent about her need? I wondered. I looked past Cassie to my buddy Harold, the man who Cassie’s fat ass was currently seated on top of, and was surprise to see that Harold’s face bore a look of sheer distress and discomfort, and for a moment I wondered what was the matter. It didn’t take me long to realize that he must also be hard in his pants, and so far deprived of an opportunity to adjust himself, he just had to put up with it as Cassie’s big round, heavy ass weighed down on his misplaced boner with the full weight of her thick (sexy) body. At leasts Cassie’s butt was big and pliable enough to distribute her body weight in a way that was fairly egalitarian on poor Harold’s crotch, and he’d taken to holding Cassie on the sides of her torso while she rode in the car on top of him.
“Wow, all us girls need to pee, huh?” Sherry now asked candidly. “Just a good thing I’m so well trained to hold, my god, look at this traffic.” she said, looking out. Just then, the situation became slightly less hopeless as we were finally able to turn of the main road and get onto a residential side street off the win avenue. My dad knew the area well enough it seemed that he could snake thorught he suburns to make it over t the other main roads, before cutting down to the road we needed that led out to the countryside road where the rental house was located.
Laury just looked to and fro with panic at all of the passing houses beside her, big inflatable Santa Clauses and (like her) Santa’s elves, adorning the front lawns of this area that seemed to be fairly high income. Her thighs were scissoring and fanning in and out now, but she never let go of her crotch anymore. We made it to the end of the suburb and my dad turned onto the road that led out to the countryside road now, and though we’d escaped most of the traffic now, the journey down this road back to the rental house was still another good ten to twelve minute trek.
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PART 4
“UGHHHHHH” Laury groaned as she once again splayed her legs wider on my lap, before reaching down and clawing at her womanhood tightly. “That’s it, I need to get out of the car.” she said, as she reached over and actually lifted the lock on the door! presumably to be that much closer to peeing once the car had stopped, “Excuse me, Mr. Reiner? Please, if you could like please find somewhere with like some trees or something where I can pee, I really cant hold it anymore. Please find somewhere and stop the car please.” Laury whimpered in an extremely distressed sounding voice, her voice cracking on some of the words, her cheeks blushing a profuse red with the mortification of her desperate bodily plight, holding herself like a little girl in front of everybody in the car. I looked back towards Cassie sitting on Harold’s lap. Cassie just gazed at her friend Laury in empathy while Harold’s face was was of managed pain, as he gripped my sister at the sides of her torso and attempted to manage the body weight of her heavy ass so that it couldn’t mash his boner too hard while it was straining against the inside of his tight underwear inside his pants. Cassie didn’t say anything and didn’t seem to mind Harold holding the sides of her body, and only one curious moment, as I watched the pair in the rear view mirror, did I see Cassie’s eye brows furrow as her eyes glanced down to Harold’s hands holding her, with a strange, outlandish look in her eyes, for how I’d always known her as my sister anyway, there was an annoyance, or an irritation in her eyes, but a hungry sort of irritation it looked, slightly dark, slightly demonic looking, that glower in her eyes as they fixated on Harold’s hands clutching her body, a sultry sort of darkness filled with curiosity, with intrigue… Harold meanwhile was only attempting to balance Cassie’s weight off of his boner, and in spite of Cassie’s big round ass being planted right on his cock again (the hemline of her mini dress had riden up again behind her), it looked, quite logically, like he was actually doing everything in his power to keep his eyes off Cassie’s big round ass on his lap, likely in an attempt to lose his arousal and have his painful erection subside, at least long enough for him to get the chance to adjust himself in his pants.
“UHNNNNN” Laury groaned into her palm, trying to quiet her shrill noises as she breathed heavily and shook so violently on my crotch, as she held her own, that it almost seemed as if her entirely body was being electrocuted, so voluminous were the vibrations of her trembling body, desperately fighting not to flood with little panties, and the floor of the car, with an enormous puddle of hot girl-piss. Sherry kept her mortified, angry glower fixed on the ceiling of the car in opposition to the teen girl’s lewd measures at containing her pent up urine, while Judith, seated at the window on the opposite end of the row, just looked over at us once, before blushing and politely averting her gaze to the lawns passing by her window.
“John.” my mom said. “I think you’re really gonna have to pull over, I think she’s really gonna pee. Baby, are you gonna be able to hold it til the house?” my mom asked, looking back at Laury with genuine empathy for the desperate, groaning girl squirming all over my lap.
“Ugh” Laury groaned as she pulled her hand away from her mouth, her glorious thighs bouncing on my lap in her red and white stockings, as she whined out a shaky, “I’m really trying to hold it, but it’s really hard right now.” Yeah, so is my dick, but nobody asked me, I thought to myself. I looked back at Harold, the look on his face indicating that his painful erection was still giving him grief, pinned beneath Cassie’s fat ass. Harold spoke up here, maybe to distract himself, maybe to take his mind off of anything arousing,
“Did you know that Santa Clause is based on an old Siberian tribal shaman who did mushrooms as a new year’s celebration ritual?” he said.
“What was that?” Judith asked, in her bright, cute British accent.
“Yeah what?” asked Sherry.
“It’s true”, Harold said. “You can look it up, the Siberian shamans wore red and white suits like Santa, based on the red and white mushrooms that they ate for psychedelic trips that went with reseting their minds for the new year.” Harold said, edifying the car. Laury just bounced and bounced with tight little bounces on my lap, and her breathing was becoming tighter and tighter, louder and louder, as we drove. Harold continued. “And get, this, to distribute the mushrooms around the snowed in village of their people, the shamans would have to drop the mushrooms down people’s chimney’s because their front doors were completely snowed in.” he said, with an air of confident pontification to the passengers inside the mini van.
“Oh, just like Santa bringing gifts down the chimney.” Sherry said.
“Oh yeah, right, hey that’s pretty neat.” Judith said. Laury spoke up again, tapping my dad rapidly and urgently on the shoulder as he drove, he glanced over in annoyance as Laury announced,
“Mr. Reiner, I really need you to stop for me. I really need to get out and pee somewhere, sir.” This was odd, I thought, all of the “Mr. Reiner”s and “sir”s were entirely new in Laury’s typically bratty and slightly rude speech, it seemed her desperate circumstances had humbled her and forced her to become more polite, My Fair Lady style. HOT. I thought. I was so turned on I couldn’t think straight, feeling like I was high on nitrous oxide or something, as it seemed like half the blood in my body had concentrated by this point in my hardened penis.
“Look, there’s nothing but lawns here, what are you gonna do pee in someone’s lawn?” my dad asked, gesturing around. Laury just trembled, trying her hardest to somehow speak coherently,
“Mr. Reiner, please… I just need to pee…” Laury moaned, her voice seeming to become higher in it’s pitch as she spoke. She was holding herself with both hands now, sitting in my lap and her bouncing, sexy ass rode my cock gently through my pants as the young girl rocked her lithe body to and fro on top of me, fighting with all her might not to give me a golden shower in the car’s seat where we sat, a real super-soaker, a really hard splash. But still her hands, and her vaginal muscles fought hard and muscled through it, still my crotch was not yet soaked with Laury’s pee, but felt like it was truly a matter of time, of minutes, if not seconds before my lap was to be flooded with Laury’s hot piss… “Mr. Reiner I need you to stop, I’ll pee behind a bush, please.” Laury begged from where she sat, her voice sounding breathy and almost sultry, like Marylin Monroe’s voice when she infamously sang to Kennedy at Christmas time.
“Wow” Sherry said, rolling her eyes sarcastically with disapproval at Laury bouncing on my lap just next to her. Cars were passing by us constantly on the other side of the road, cars were lined up behind us, and nothing but big broad, countryside lawns passed by on either side of this thin and narrow country road, most of the lawns adorned with holiday decor of both (Thanksgiving and Christmas) decorations.
“As soon as there’s somewhere isolated for you, I’ll pull over.” my dad stated adamantly, “there are no side roads out here, we’re just stuck on this road until the house, it’s a few more minutes.” my dad insisted. Harold spoke up, seeming to think that perhaps his cultural history lesson might politely distract the car from Laury’s desperate antics,
“So get this you guys, you know how Santa places our gifts at the bottom of a Christmas tree, well that harks back to the fact that the amanita muscaria mushrooms, the mushrooms that the Siberian tribes were eating and tripping on, grew at the bottom of Birch trees, these perennial, coniferous trees a lot like pine trees, like Christmas trees, and get this, you know how Santa’s sleigh is pulled by reindeer? Well guess what pulling around the sleds of the Siberian shamans as they visited all the different homes in their village, that’s right, reindeer.”
“Wow” Judith uttered, turning back and smiling at Harold, clearly impressed with this esoteric bit of holiday knowledge.
“And if you think that’s far fetched, guess what, the reindeer also enjoyed eating the amanita muscaria mushroom and tripping on it too.” Harold said.
“Is that right?” my mother asked incredulously from the front seat.
“Yes it is!” Harold exclaimed. “They get extremely aggressive over those mushrooms, so much so that if you’ve even eaten those shrooms recently and you got to take a piss in the snow, the reindeer will actually knock you over to get the chance to drink your shroom piss!” Harold said, not realizing this would trigger poor Laury, as just then, at the final word, “piss!” her vagina released just the faintest little spurt of piss, that dribbled past her thong and landed in golden little beadlets that rolled down the surface of my undulating pants, some of the beads of urine pooling together on the fabric’s surface, seeming to have trouble soaking into the fabric however. It wasn’t much, just enough urine to make up a tiny little pool slightly larger in diamater than a quarter, on my lap, but was indeed another threshold broken, this time quite literally, as poor Laury’s tortured little pussy was slowing beginning to lose the fight to control herself, the flood was soon to break through, and I braced myself for the coming feeling of warm girl pee that was soon to soak my whole lap for sure. Laury gripped herself with her left hand so tight the knuckles turned white, while her right hand continued it’s feverish hammering at my dad’s driving shoulder as she asserted, in her frantic, desperate, high pitched voice,
“Mr. Reiner, that’s it, I need you to pull over.” she insisted between loud, deep, strained breathing. “I need to piss. I need to piss like a horse. I need to piss like a horse right now, Mr. Reiner, please pull over..” Laury begged as her right hand jackhammered my father’s shoulder to monopolize his attention. “I’m gonna piss like a horse…” Laury’s words were shaky and stammering, they began to break with coherence, “Oh God, I’m gonna horse-piss…” she said. “Please stop the car Mr. Reiner, please, I really need to pee.” she begged with urgency. With my dad showing no sign of slowing the car, in spite of her begging, Laury finally snapped and yelled, “JOHN!!! Pull the car over NOW!!!” screaming at my father with real anger this time…
My dad pulled the car over and stopped, as Laury’s hand quickly flung to the door handle next to me and jostled her weight to jump out of the car as soon as she was able to get the door opened. Laury was whimpering loudly and frantically as she clutched her crotch for dear life, her candy cane stocking bouncing wildly. The car hadn't even come to a stop by the time she had shoved the door open and flung clear of the car outside, she slammed the door shut and grabbed her crotch tightly as she bent over a couple of precious seconds, before straightening up quickly and running aimlessly out in front of the car, but with nowhere to run.
“Did she just call you John?” asked my mother incredulously. I was thinking the same thing, it seemed her desperation had finally pushed her pee-soaked brain past the point of formalities…
Cassie stood up for a second, to watch where her friend was running, at which point Harold, with lightning speed, quickly lunged his hand down into his pants and finally readjusted his hard dick to a comfortable position, leaning his head back with his eyes rolling in relief at the adjustment. Cassie watched Laury run, before sitting her ass back down on Harold’s lap. When Cassie did sit back down, however, “oh” escaped her mouth, as she felt something different now, below her, and she quickly looked back at Harold for a second with an expression that looked both shocked and knowingly sultry. I went from watching in the rear view mirror to glancing back for a second at my sister and Harold in the back seat, and was (seemingly) treated with the sight of my sister actually mashing her big butt into Harold, changing her position, feeling it out…
The thin narrow road was packed with cars passing by us in the other lane, and we were directly before somebody’s big lawn, their lawn flanked on all sides with a low stone wall. There were no real trees or shrubbery anywhere to speak of, the house across the street clearly visible as well, and we all watched as Laury’s silhouetted legs gleamed in the headlights of the opposite passing traffic and she ran out in front of our car, gripping herself the whole time with one hand between the legs. Finally, as if realizing the futility of her state, she gave up in defeat and quickly squatted down just several meters before our car, and we all watched, in slow motion, as her fingers frantically struggled to get her thong pulled to the side of her little pussy before she started peeing, my dad actually uttering a short “no” under his breath as he motioned with his hand in the air, his fingers flicking to the side in the air attempting to vicariously get Laury’s panties out of the way for her before they got soaked, my mom glancing over in disgust seeing and understanding my father doing this as just then, the moment we’d all been anticipating the entire car ride, just below Laury’s ridiculously sexy, squatting, swimmer’s ass, her hands quickly managed to get her thong pulled aside, as her shaved, nude, naked, hairless, ridiculously tight looking nineteen year old little pussy ushered forth an absolute TORRENT of FIREHOSE PRESSURE PISS that shot out of the young girl’s body so hard, you’d swear the force could nearly lift her lithe body off of the ground. Laury’s golden, sexy stream was highlighted in full, technicolor glory when her urine was brightly illuminated by the headlights of the passing cars coming over the hill. The car that was passing the showcased, pissing Laury slowed to a crawl as the young man driving the car yelled, “Yeah!” cheering on Laury as he passed her peeing. He honked his horn in celebration before driving away. Laury let her head fall forward in shame but just kept fiercely pissing and pissing down onto the snowy road, her urine burning a hole right through the snow below her. We all watched as Laury’s voluminous stream began steaming profusely in the light of the oncoming traffic, huge clouds of piss-steam floating away from the young girl’s squatting figure in impressive size, almost like her pussy itself was steaming, which maybe it was… Laury pissed and pissed her little heart out, another car slowing to a crawl as it passed, the driver this time being a middle aged looking man with a grey mustache, who got a good lonnng look at Laury as she peed and peed in the road. A sexy teen girl in a slutty Santa elf outfit with a miniskirt, pissing with her vagina on full display in the street. No one could be blamed for getting a good look as the drove slowly by, life just wasn’t this generous all the time.
Cars behind my dad started honking now, uncertain of why we were stopped, at which point my dad didn’t know what else to do but put on his hazard lights, at which point the honking stopped. Laury was far from finished peeing however, as just then, a huge area of snow beneath her collapsed to the asphalt beneath it, Laury’s puddle of urine clearly having melted all the snow beneath the surface, the hot liquid slowly but gradually consuming more and more of the snow around where she squatted. Her peeing was incredibly voluminous, and it was difficult to believe that such a petite young girl could actually hold all of this inside her lithe body.
A middle aged, overweight man in overalls stepped up to my dad’s window, knocking.
“You need some help sir?” the man said as my dad quickly rolled down his window. Speechless, my father could only point ahead. The man turned and looked, seeing Laury finally, seeing a sexy teen stranger squat and piss like a desperate little Santa elf, melting the snow in the street with hot streaming urine. “Whoah” was all the man said, seeing Laury, but his face quickly lit up with a smile and I saw him touch the front of his pants a second, looking at the peeing girl mesmerized. The man, seeming to understand that he couldn’t just stand there forever, turned back to my dad with a smile, simply saying, “Hey thanks!” before returning to his car behind us. We all stared ahead at Laury, Sherry still averting her gaze to the ceiling of the car in utter disbelief.
“Wow, she can piss.” my dad said, genuinely impressed. My mom slapped my dad on the arm.
“She really had to go.” said my mother.
“Ooooh, but it does look tempting.” said Judith, who was now bouncing her knees a little more vigourously, and I began to reconsider how badly Judith needed the bathroom too, now. My mother laughed, hearing Judith say this, repliying,
“What’s the matter, does Judy need to squat in the snow too?” my mom said with a laugh.
“Oh God, I just hope we reach the house soon.” Judith said, bouncing he knees.
We all continued to watch in awe as Laury peed and peed, dressed as a Santa elf, before our car, her sexy Italian teen ass, looking a lot like French model Luara Frison’s sexy ass, hovering just inches above the snow melting beneath her, another car passing her in the opposite lane once again, a mother driving forward quickly in horror as her young boy sons got a good long stare at Laury’s pissing vagina, likely the first they'd ever seen in their lives…
Laury’s hands were hanging limply in front of her now, as if the energy was draining out of her exhausted body with her urine, streaming and puddling and eating the snow beneath her as her piss puddle widened in diameter all around her. Finally, after what must have been at least eighty to ninety seconds! Laury’s dribbling vagina finally ceased peeing, and we watched as her hands, with a humbled air of satisfaction, reached down and brought her thong panties back in place over her tight little pussy, her tired vaginal muscles still winking, pushing out the final few drops, as she finally stood up and turned round to face us. She shamefully looked away from us and her cheeks were still bright red as soon as her gaze caught our stare, and her long legs slowly, much more calmly now, much more relaxed, began to trot confidently back towards us, the gait of a runway model dressed as a slutty Santa elf, of a girl who’d finally gotten some bodily relief at long last. Looking at her face, she looked both utterly humiliated and utterly relaxed, her body not only having shed her anxious energy but even a lot of her energy in general. Laury was still sighing with relief and catching her breath as she stepped back up to the side door of the car, and got in. Without looking at me, she sat her ass back on my lap, not noticing or not acknowledging my hard penis nestling once again between her fine Italian cheeks. Sherry said quietly,
“Unbelievable.” whereas my mother reached back and touched Laury’s stocking clad knee in solidarity, saying,
“You feel better, baby?” my mother’s empathy apparently awaking the maternal instincts within her, indicated in “baby”.
“Yeah.” Laury finally whimpered in a meek, embarrassed sounding voice.
“There’s no shame in it love, men do it all the time.” Judy offered in her cute little British voice.
“Girls also hold it all the time.” retorted Sherry, my sassy bitch of a grandmother, or step grandmother technically, this old cougar Cheryl Hines lookalike dressed foolishly in her tropical dress during late fall. I looked down and noticed for the first time that Sherry’s inner thigh muscles were flexing pretty hard when they had the energy, and her abdomen looked particularly rounded in her dress as well, cradling what looked to be a full bladder, apparently. No one responded to Sherry’s snide comment, and instead we all kept driving.
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PART 5: FINAL CHAPTER
Several minutes later, we finally pulled up to the rental house, the soft glow of some of the lamps lit up inside.
“Home sweet home!” my father said.
“Not a minute too soon.” replied my mother. Judy let out a long sigh, seeing the house come into view, and I turned to once again see her knees bouncing subtly but quickly where she sat, Sherry adjusting in her seat as she gazed out at the house as well. As soon as the car pulled to a stop in the driveway, we were all out of the car and approaching the front door. As my dad opened his door, pocket change fell from his trousers down onto the snow. “Shucks” he said as he knelt down to the ground and scanned the snow with this eyes, searching for metallic coins. My mother meanwhile was lightly jogging up to the house, Judy following quickly behind her. Sherry got out of the car, followed by the four of “us kids”, as we trekked through the snow up to the front porch of the house. My mother was frustratingly fiddling with the locked door knob.
“Where’s the key, John? What are you doing?” she called out to her husband, kneeling and searching for fallen pocket change in the snowy driveway.
“I’m coming!” he said, stopping his coin search, standing and approaching the front door.
Judy was next to the window of the living room, looking in. “Looks like a pretty nice place.” she said, and I noticed Judy’s legs bent forward together, locked in place, a desperate-to-pee stance.
“Oh, I just wanna get in and use the bathroom.” my mother said longingly, watching my father approach the porch. “I sound like Laury, now.” my mom quietly said with a sheepish smile.
Meanwhile, the four of “us kids” were all sort of standing together in the snow, and looking at Cassie, I could see she had her legs held tightly together under her little mini dress, and she had a strange look in her eyes almost like her eyes wanted to pop out of her skull, something was definitely up with her, I thought to myself, even to the extent that she was all but ignoring Laury, who was clearly still feeling humiliated, having just pee before all of us when we were so close to the house. She was just sorting padding around the snow alone a few feet away from us, staring down at her feet in resignation. I went up to her and lightly reached out and touched her elbow a moment, but she recoiled turning away from me, clearly wanting to be alone at the moment. Meanwhile, back at the porch, my dad was confusedly fumbling around in his back pocket with a look of confusion and concern.
“Where’s the key, John?” my mom said.
“I must have dropped it when I dropped my change.” he said. At this, I noticed that even Sherry began to lift her foot off the ground, setting it back down, lifting the other, as she sighed in frustration watching my father walk back out to the car. He knelt back down to the snow. Judy let a long irritated sounding sigh as she began to pace the porch, bouncing a little like a bunny rabbit on bent knees whenever she stopped walking. My mom touched her crotch and held herself a few seconds, Sherry looking down at her daughter’s hand, snapping,
“Susan! Remove your hand right now! Have some dignity!” Sherry said.
“I need that bathroom, mom, that’s all.” my mom said as she reluctantly pulled her hand away from her pants as she was told.
“Okay, well I’m going to wait in the car where it’s warm.” opined Cassie suddenly, as she made her way back to the van.
“Me too.” said Harold, following her.
My father was still searching the snow for the key, the three older women pacing the porch impatiently as they watched him. I saw that Judy was looking out at the snowy back yard, at the dark trees beyond it, as if contemplating peeing outside like Laury had. Had she been alone, maybe, but before Sherry and the rest of us, this shy little British lady wouldn't dare.
“I could really use a loo, I haven’t gone all day.” Judy said.
Sherry sighed, for the first time all night showing solidarity with the remark, “Ughh, me neither, why didn’t I pee at the goddamn airport?” she asked herself rhetorically as she paced the porch.
“What happened to all that self control, mom?” Susan asked Sherry, watching her mother step from foot to foot. Sherry just sighed and looked out to my dad still kneeling in the driveway.
“God, I swear to God I’ll pee in the snow.” my mom said, looking out at the snowy back yard like Judy just had. Finally my dad located the key, shouting,
“Got it!” as he raised the key in the air in his hand and returned to the front door. He unlocked the door, and Susan was the first to rush inside. Having been there earlier, she knew where the restrooms were located already, the house containing three restrooms, a master bathroom attached to the master bedroom where my mother was lightly running now. Judy called out to my mom as she ran down the hall, leaving poor Judy behind in the foyer,
“Susan, where’s the loo?”
“There’s one over there!” my mom yelled out meaninglessly as she trotted away quickly, disappearing around a corner in the hall. I entered the house and saw Judy exasperatedly looking a doorway, revealing a broom closet inside, no toilet. Sherry’s heels clacked as she walked down the hall, also searching for the bathroom, apparently deciding that her luggage could wait ti after she peed.
“Where’s the loo love?” Judy politely asked me with a breathless smile plastered on her face. Sherry turned and watched from the hall, anxiously awaiting my response.
“There’s just a couple like attached to the bedrooms.” I replied, referring to the way that of the four bedrooms, there were two bathrooms located between the two bedrooms, but that could only be accessed through the bedrooms themselves, with no doors to the hallway from the restrooms. I don’t think Judy understood, but as I was about to explain further, I saw that Sherry figured it out and rushed through one of the bedrooms, locating the bathroom door inside and rushing in, closing the door behind her. “There.” I said pointing where Sherry had just ran. “Like inside the bedrooms, between them.” Judy looked over and impatiently, desperately paced outside where Sherry was, as the muffled sound of Sherry’s thick, powerful stream began from inside the restroom. “Ohhh!” Sherry moaned quickly in relief, the sound of her hard pissing actually causing Judy to put on hand on her forehead in distress as her pacing and circling continued, the other hand holding herself between the legs now tightly. I could have directed her to the other restroom, but cruely, I left my mom’s little British friend there, pacing desperately outside the restroom where Sherry prolongedly emptied her very full bladder, her streaming sound showing no signs of slowing anytime soon. Laury meanwhile made her way down the hall in the direction of her bedroom. I generally followed stepping into my bedroom, tossing my jacket on the floor as I stepped inside the bathroom from my bedroom. The other door inside the restroom was the door to Laury’s room, but was firmly shut. I thought of knocking on her door, maybe if I showed enough solidarity for her in her time of shame, which she really shouldn't be feeling, maybe I would at least get to kiss this sexy girl, maybe. On the hunch, I decided to brush my teeth, to freshen up my breath for a potential (and hopeful) make out session with her. I applied a line of toothpaste to my toothbrush, inserted the plastic apparatus into my mouth, and started brushing hard. Just then, I was interrupted to my right when I turned and saw, Judy pulling her skirt down at her sides as she huffed and puffed breathlessly, running into the bathroom where I stood. She looked up and stopped at once, looking at my in surprise, not expecting me to be in here. I just looked at her as I brushed my teeth vigorously. She glanced at the toilet a moment, then looked at me, breathing hard as she let go of the sides of her skirt, stepping form foot to foot, bringing her knees up high in the air now as she stood there. She looked at me with pleading eyes and put her hands together quickly in like a quick, “praying” motion as she implored me,
“Please. I haven’t peed all day. Please.” was all she said, as she feverishly pee-danced right there where she stood, just a few feet away from me. I politely got out of the way and exited the bathroom as she rushed by me. I heard the lightning action of her pulling and skirt down and planting her bottom on the toilet seat before I was even fully out of the restroom. At once, poor Judy was peeing hard into the toilet bowl, the porcelain high pitched hissing of her stream revealing the power with which this shy little Brit pissed. “Ohhhhhhhh, oh God….” Judy moaned as she peed. I was in my bedroom now, the tooth brush still in my mouth, the door still partly ajar as I hadn’t even closed it behind me when I politely decided to step away from the bathroom towards the interior of my bedroom to give Judy some space. Judy was peeing “like a horse” as Laury might have said, into the toilet bowl beneath her, moaning with the utter relief of finally getting to relieve herself. I touched my dick through my pants, feeling myself grow hard again at the sexy sounds of Judy’s breathy moans and hard liquid hissing sound. I had always known Judy as one of my mother’s very polite friends, and this fact somehow increased the arousal factor at hearing the cute lady pee and pee and pee through the open doorway, just feet away from me. When her stream finally died down and ultimately stopped, I heard her rip a couple squares of toilet paper, before wiping herself and flushing the commode with a final “Oh, that’s better…” She then turned on the sink and washed her hands, before exiting the restroom, seeming not to notice or care that the door had never been fully shut.
“Sorry about that, I was really bursting.” she said to my with hot blushing cheeks and a meek smile as she stepped outside of the small restroom and saw me with my toothbrush still in my mouth. I loved the choice of the British term “really bursting” and her cute accent when she said it.
“It’s okay, no problem.” was all I could stammer, hoping this woman wouldn’t suddenly glance down and notice the bulge growing in my pants. She didn’t and instead left the room. I re entered the bathroom and finished brushing my teeth. The door to Laury’s bedroom was right there next to me. I thought of knocking and announcing myself, but decided to go and do so from the door to her room from the hallway, feeling this to be somehow more appropriate. I exited my room, approached Laury’s door from the hall and stopped, I was just about to knock, when I heard,
“Oh Alex?! Could you be a doll and come here?!” I sighed and walked down the hall, searching for what sounded like Sherry’s voice. But where from? Finally I located Sherry standing confidently in nothing but her bra and panties standing outside on the porch next to a bubbling, hot tub, my parents and Judy slowly removing their garments next to her.
“Hey son! Hot tub? None of us brought swimsuits but fuck it, right?” my dad said. I looked back at Sherry a moment, WOW, I thought. her body was actually pretty hot, looked younger than her face, and it seemed as though she caught me check her out once but didn’t care, she worked out so that people would check her out, and after all, I wasn’t actually her blood grand son by any means. Her body was tight, looked a lot like porn star Brandi Love’s gorgeous body. “Could you be a doll and go out and fetch my luggage from the car?” she asked me, winking at me as she did.
“And where are Cassie and Harold by the way? Did we leave them in the car still? Do they not know we got inside the house?” asked my dad.
“I’ll check” I said, as I made my way off the side porch and back inside the house in the direction of the front door, glancing for a moment down the hall to Laury’s bedroom door as I reached down and touched my dick once through the front of my pants. I reached the foyer and exited the house, making my way to the van in the distant driveway several meters ahead of me in the dark, snowy night. I stopped at once, hearing something. I slowly continued to approach the van which I saw was rocking back and forth, and was about to call out when I suddenly heard Harold’s voice say,
“So you like you wait to pee until you’ve leaked cause it turns you on, huh? Gross fucking bitch…” followed by rhythmic grunting and the light shaking of the mini van. What the fuck was going on here? I asked myself.
I slowly crept towards the van, and started to tip toe around it slowly, when I heard Harold continue,
“and you didn’t know that would turn me on?” Harold grunted between heaving breathing. I reached the van and tip toed slowly and quietly around it now. I was confronted with a sight that I swear will never leave my mind. As I crept around the van, I witnessed, Harold, his pants around his knees, standing firmly in the snow behind my sister Cassie, with her skirt raised around her waist and her panties torn clear of her pussy which currently had Harold’s hard cock inside her, pounding away as he gripped Cassie’s hair from behind. That’s right, my buddy Harold was literally pounding my step sister Cassie doggy style standing up, their feet firmly planted in the glowing white snow. Cassie held her hands on the mini van for support, and her facial expression was that heady, sexual-arousal-cocktail of agony mixed with delight. My twenty one year old buddy fucking the life out of my fat assed nineteen year old sexy step sister Cassie in her Thansgiving mini dress. “Please… don’t stop. Don't stop I’m almost there….” Cassie whined in ecstasy as Harold pounded her pussy furiously. The two didn’t know I was there, and I felt my cock growing hard and heavy as I watched my sister fuck. After a few more seconds, I saw Cassie’s legs begin to vibrate, then, dear reader, her knees buckled and she hunched forward as her right hand flung and circled her pussy rapidly as she pulled herself quickly off of Harold’s cock, screaming,
“Oh Fuck I’M CUMMING AND I’M PEEING AND I’M CUMMING AND I’M PEEING AND I’M CUMMING AND I’M PEEING!” Cassie screamed out as her body released an absolute Niagara falls of hot yellow urine that painted the snow below her like a yellow and white Jackson Pollock painting. Harold quickly grabbed his hard cock and shot hit load all over my sister’s fat ass at this very moment, though she couldn’t have even noticed, she was lost in a different, orgasmic universe at the moment. I quickly ducked away, realizing that they were soon to return to their senses now that they'd achieved sexual release, and weren’t far from realizing I was nearby in their return to consciousness.
I got back to the house, and approached the side porch where the adults were all standing in their underwear, waiting for the hot tub to get hot still, apparently. Sherry suddenly, quite rudely I might add, spoke out, seeing my mother’s ass in her panties, saying,
“My god, Susy! You’ve got a wet spot! You leaked!” looking down at a large, silver dollar sized yellow patch on my mother’s panties where my mom had inevitably leaked a bit while holding a full bladder earlier. My mother blushed, slapped her mom’s arm in anger.
“Mom, shut up! You’re unbelievable.” she said.
“Well me and Judy didnt’ leak, look at us, we’re clean!” she said, gesturing to Judy’s and her own unblemished panties. The bubbly surface of the water steaming now, my father was the first into the hot tub as the women followed him, stepping inside sitting down. I stepped outside and approached them all.
“Harold and Cassie are coming.” I said, then snickered for a second to myself at the unintentional pun, when I’d only meant to be vague.
“You grabbed my bag?” Sherry asked me, looking up, holding her glass of wine.
“Yeah it’s in your room.” I said, lying. What else could I say?
I went back inside and decided finally to approach Laury’s door and knock. I walked over and knocked on her door a couple of times, no response, only silence. “Laury?” I said quietly. Nothing. I walked away, crestfallen with defeat. I went back outside to the sideporch, taking my shirt off, deciding to join the adults in the hot tub. As I did, I swore I saw Judy checking out my abdominal muscles, I swore she did (did she?).
For about an hour we drank wine together in the hot tub, Harold and Cassie joining us about five minutes after I did. No one said anything about their mutual absence, and anyway, I don’t think any one thought anything in particular about their whereabouts anyway. Only I knew their dirty deed, and was looking forward to admiring my sister’s Jackson Pollock in the morning light. In return, for getting to view her pissy masterpiece, I would politely brush it over with snow with my feet so that no one else thought anything, I told myself. I would do that for Cassie and Harold because I loved them. After a long while we all went inside and dried off, seeming to retire to our bedrooms for the night. My parents had drank plenty of wine and were now playful kissing each other as they made their way to the master bedroom. The benefits of marriage, constant sex. I thought naively. I was still fairly turned on, in spite of the depressing feeling of not “getting any” from Laury, when I thought, maybe, just maybe, I had a chance somehow. Still after about thirty minutes of frustrated masturbation, achieving no release, I sighed in anger and left my room, making my way to the kitchen for another glass of wine. The house was dark, the hall quiet. When I turned into the kitchen, there was Sherry, pouring herself another glass of wine, still in her underwear, but now covered in a silk robe. She turned, seeing me enter from the corner of her eye.
“Oh hey Alex? What you need some more? she said, holding up the white wine bottle, seeing the empty glass in my hand.
“Yeah, was all I could say.” as my eyes flicked down to her breasts covered by the thin silky robe, no bra underneath now, Sherry’s pokey nipples showing through the fabric. Her hand drunkenly poured me a glass of wine, and she stood balanced against the kitchen counter, looking rather tipsy actually, too much wine. I approached her, and just as I reached her, her eyes rather rudely focused on my dick pushing out my pants in front of me. At this, Sherry actually reached down and touched herself lightly on her panties at her crotch!
“Pshht, back in my day we knew how to take care of ourselves quickly.” Sherry said to me with a smile.
“I, I beg your pardon?” I stammered, not quite fully understanding, or believing, what I was seeing and hearing. Sherry smiled. She set her glass of wine on the counter beside her, and squatted down to the floor. She pulled my pants down and without warning took my hard penis into her mouth, Sherry! My stepmom’s mom! She gargled and slurped and sucked an sucked and sucked my hard cock like the sassy old cougar that she was. This couldn’t be happening, this old sexy bitch didn’t just get to boss her way around all the time and get this, without having to have some regard for her actions! Who did she think she was? I knew right then and there, that while I was going to get my satisfaction for sure, I wasn’t just going to let her vanquish me this easily. No way in hell. What kind of a weakling would that have made me? Not gonna happen, I thought. I yanked her head by her hair off of my cock,
“Stand up!” I yelled at her quietly under my breath. She had a confused, concerned look in her eyes as she stood, facing me, searching my eyes for some clue. I simply grabbed her body by her waist and directed her to turn around. She did, and I pushed her back down lightly, she understood, bending over in front of me, supporting herself on her elbow on the kitchen counter in front of her while with her free hand she reached back and pulled her panties out of the way… I slid my hard member into the old cougar’s vagina, he sweet, wet, warm womanly pussy taking in my whole hard member.
“Yes” she uttered quietly as I entered her. I fucked her. I fucked her quietly, quickly, savoring every second that I got to feel Sherry’s pussy engulfing my cock as I thrusted and thrusted and pumped and pumped her cougar pussy from behind, in dark quiet kitchen.
“Give it like a girl needs it! Fuck me!” she grunted hard, trying to muffle the volume of her sexy, aggressive words. I reached around and cupped her breasts in my hands as my penis thrusted in and out of my step-grandma rapidly, finally getting some sexual relief. Pussy just felt so so so much better than jerking off, and I didn’t care who this lady was. If she didn’t care than neither would I. Just as my grandma was about to reach climax, we heard,
“Everything alright?” and turned to see a mortified looking Judy, standing in the dark hallway doorway, her hand suddenly flinging up to cover her mouth, her eyes looking truly shocked and embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I thought I heard something.” Judy said, standing there in shock.
“Can we have some fucking privacy?” Sherry grunted with demonic anger, as just then, “Ahhhh AHHHHHHHHH…..” Sherry’s body rocked and shuddered HARD as she orgasmed on my cock, rubbing herself as she did so. The last thing I saw was a mortified looking Judy turning quickly back down the dark hall, returning to her room. I did something then that I had never gotten to do before. Knowing her age, I decided right then and there, not to pull out at all, and got to experience the irreplaceable feeling of getting to pump my whole load, inside a woman, not bothering to pull out, not slowing my humping either as I smashed my pelvis over and over and over again against Sherry’s nice ass as I blasted my full load inside her. My hands clawed her breasts tightly as I orgasmed inside her. She knew fully what was happening, saying a breathy, “Yeah, give it to me, baby, give it all up…” as I pumped and pumped my load inside her. When we were done, she retrieved her glass of white wine from the counter and pulled her panties back into place. She gave me a playful little slap on the cheek, saying, “naughty boy”. Before she made her way back to her room. I’d finally gotten to cum, releasing sexual tension that had been building all day since I saw sexy Laury’s up skirted pussy in her thong that morning. Still, I felt highly embarrassed about our little surprise encounter with Judy. As I passed Judy’s room in the hall however, I heard her crying from inside her room. Feeling bad, I entered, her room was dark, but the attached bathroom lit up, Judy apparently crying inside. I stepped inside,
“Judy, look…” I said, but was met with a sight I truly was not expecting. Judy was blissfully moaning and masturbating, sitting naked on the toilet. Upon seeing me enter, she immediately stopped what she was doing, her eyes widening quickly in surprise, shock, and shame as she quickly brought her legs together, hiding her pussy as she brought her hand away from it, covering her breasts with her arms as she sat there in shock, naked on the toilet.
“Oh my god Im sorry!” I yelled and exited. I stood for a moment outside her bathroom door in silence, not knowing AT ALL what to do next. I’d just seen my mother’s friend frustratedly masturbating on the toilet! What the hell to do now? Do I knock and apologize? Are we just “even” now since she’d seen me fucking Sherry five minutes ago? Do I just walk away and never acknowledge this again?! Before I could decide on my next move, I heard Judy crying for real this time from inside the bathroom, and before I knew it, the bathroom door opened up and Judy stepped out, almost running into me in the darkness of her room. Crying in shame now, she didn’t even care that she was naked and made no move to cover herself as she stepped naked by me through her dark room, saying through her tears,
“Oh God, Alex, I’m so ashamed. I’m so sorry…” she said through tears as she stepped up to her bed, pausing next to it, facing away from me. Though I felt bad for her, I’d never seen Judy naked before EVER! and didn’t think I ever would. I took a moment to trail down her nude back with my eyes while she was facing away from me, her round plump butt looking sexier than I ever would have imagined. Still, I felt totally and completely terrible for my mother’s crying friend.
“Judy, it’s really not a big deal. I’m ashamed you saw me, us, I guess.” I said this to her in near whispers as I slowly stepped up behind her. She burst out crying once more. “Stop crying, Judy, there’s no reason for it.” I said, not sounding totally convincing, but sounding sympathetic for sure.
“Alex, it’s just…Alex… I’ve been alone for so long…” she said between tears.
“What’s that?” I asked, not knowing fully what she meant.
“I haven’t been with a man for nearly three years. (sobs) I haven’t been touched in so long, Alex…” Judy said. Oh, I thought, ummmmmm, okay?
“Hey Judy…” I said. Still she held her hands over her eyes crying. I stepped up behind her closer now, her gorgeous butt just inches in front of me.
“I’m sorry, it’s just been such a long time, and then when I saw you, oh god I’m sorry…” she said, crying once again.
“Judy…” I said, but she just kept weeping. Finally I reached out, grabbed one of her hands and pulled it away from her eyes, she turned around, still nude, still teary eyed saying,
“Look you don't have to…” then suddenly her eyes widened with shock, as she realized at once, that I had brought her hand down to my crotch level and placed it on my hardened cock. She pulled her hand away quickly, looking into my eyes with a shocked expression.
“Alex, no! Please! I’m twice your age!” she whispered in shock.
“Sherry’s older.” I said, grabbing her feminine hand once again, replacing it on my hard dick. She didn’t pull her hand away this time.
“Alex please stop, I can’t do this…” she said, as her hand, apparently disagreeing with her words, started to pleasantly stroke my hard cock where she stood, “…Do you know how long I’ve know your mother?” she asked, her hand still stroking my hard penis, our eyes locked with each other’s, neither one daring to look down at what was going on down there. I reached forward and fingered her pussy with my own hand, her entire pelvic area still soaking wet from her masturbating several minutes earlier. Her eyes rolled back in her head at my touch to her womanhood, as I slid a couple fingers inside her and located her little clit.
“Alex please, do you know how long I’ve know you? You were just a little boy…” she said,her words trailing off. Suddenly she stopped, and hopped up onto her bed, saying, “Alex, please…” and just when I thought our fun might be over, she spread her legs wide out beside her as she lay on her back and looked me longingly in the eyes. “Alex, please…” Judy moaned once more, seeming lost in another ecstatic state of limbo, of expectation. I climbed on the bed over her, “Please what, baby?” I asked in sultry whispery tones as I slid my hard penis inside of her soaking wet, inviting pussy, her eyes widening with my entrance. She brought her arms around my neck, pulling me down towards her gently. “Alex, please, please make me fucking cum.” she said, before I got to work on her gorgeous body.
We made sweet magical love for an hour and thirty minutes. I got to cum again as well as bringing sweet Judy to climax three times! She thanked me and thanked me and insisted to me how badly she really needed this, before just as adamantly insisting that I return to my own room for the night, lest we be caught, when I just wanted to sleep with her.
The next day we went shopping again in the morning, the women feeling that their shopping excursion had been cut short the night before. I brushed away my sister’s pissy mess in the driveway after admiring her range and design for a long moment.
Thanksgiving dinner came, and we all feasted in delight together. Laury’s sprits seemed to have returned to her, and she seemed to have gotten over her embarrassment at pissing in the street yesterday. Neither Judy, nor Sherry acknowledged anything special or unusual to each other or to me for the rest of the trip except for Judy giving me a wink and a smile at one moment when we bumped into each other in the kitchen. It was only as I was helping to wash the dishes after the big meal than I realized and reflected on the irony that Laury, my sister’s hot bitchy friend, was ultimately the only one who didn’t get laid on this Thanskgiving get together.
What a world we live in…
THE END
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"A'ight,i hope everyone is prepared. Cuz dis will be da biggest wedding we've planned yet!" Topper said as he and his three co-workers approached their airship.
"Agreed. When was the last time we've had to gather so much stuff? Hyuh." Rango said as he looked.
"Well,what are we waiting for? Let's get moving already!" Hariet said as she twirled around and skipped towards the ship.
"She seems excited." Spewart said as he watched the sole female member of the 4 Broodal squad happily approach their airship.
"Well,can't say i blame 'er. How long ago was our last gig?" Topper asked. The other two Broodals looked at each other and shrugged.
"Guys! C'mon!" Hariet yelled,having already entered their Airship. Soon the quarted took off and flew away from their home and into the stars above the Rabbit Ridge Tower. Hariet sat down and began thinking about ways to make this wedding extra special. A big wedding needed some big fireworks and as the one in charge of pyrotechnics,She had to figure out a way to make these fireworks super big.
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Several minutes went by and Harriet soon got bored. Most of their clients came from earth and they lived on the Moon. Which meant they had to travel quite a while in order to get there. Harriet looked out of the window and sighed as she watched all the stars fly past her. With the stars doing very little to distracted her,she decided to prepare herself some tea. After brewing it,she entered the center of the ship and sat down.
"'Ey,what was the plan again?" Rango asked.
"The boss wanted us to get various artifacts for the wedding. First we need to get him a tiara for his bride." Harried said as she sipped from her tea.
"Where are we gonna get that?" Spewart asked.
"Are you guys familiar with the Cap Kingdom?" Hariet asked.
"Yeh! That's the one with them little ghosts shaped like hats,right?" Rango asked.
"Exactly." hariet said as she took another sip from her tea.
"Hold on everyone! We're going to be entering the planets atmosphere soon!" Topper said in the ship's speaker. Hariet finished drinking her tea and ran her hands through her hair.
"So then. Who's up to cause some chaos?" Hariet asked.
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"WAAAH! HELP!" A little ghost yelled as it ran away from a huge shadow. The huge shadow coming from two ships looming over the kingdom. Several of the Kingdom residents began panicking and running. Hariet pulled out a few bombs and began throwing them at the Kingdom below,destroying a few of the hat shaped ships that were nearby. The Broodals lowered their ship and Topper soon jumped off.
"Aight! Time to get dat Tiara! Remember ya three! Keep an eye out for any goodie-two shoes!" Topper said as he ran towards the crowd of panicking bonetters. Hariet jumped off the ship and landed flawlessly on her feet. But upon landing,she felt a twinge go through her body. It couldn't have been the landing hurting her,she was used to jumping from such heights even in places that didn't have to moon's low gravity. That's when she realized what was going on,the tea she had drank earlier was beginning to fill up her bladder. Hariet shrugged it off and pulled out some bombs. She could worry about it later. Right now,she had a job to do. She skipped a long and threw the bombs around,destroying every single airship the bonetters had.
"Hehehe! Now that plumber the boss was talking about will have no way to travel!" Hariet giggled as she continued skipping. With each step she felt a slight bit of pressure, But it wasn't something she found too distracting.
"Now then. I wonder where i can find a tiara." Hariet said.
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Turns out,she didn't have to look anymore after a while. As Topper had found one and had already given it to the boss. Right now,Hariet was just busy destroying every single ship in order to make sure the wedding didn't have interruptions. She kept throwing bombs while giggling maniacally. After a while,she stopped to catch her breath from so much laughing.
"Ahhh...i really missed this." She said as she began to calm down. And now that she was back to being calm,the pressure in her bladder hit her once again. And this time it was stronger than the last.
"*Phew* Okay..Maybe now i oughta return to the ship and take a break." Hariet said. She was feeling a little exhausted anyways and by the looks of it,she destroyed every airship in the vicinity. Along with a bunch of other stuff,but the airships were gone. She began skipping back to the own ship. Once again ignoring the slight pressure that came with each step,as she knew that could be taken care of once she returned to the ship.
After a few minutes,she arrived at a fence and leaned against it. She waited,but the ship was nowhere to be seen. She let out a sigh and rested her head against the fence. The pressure returned and with nothing to distract her now,she was having trouble ignoring it. Thankfully,after a few more minutes,she began feeling a familiar wind blowing past her. The airship hovered over her and with all her strength,she performed a big leap and landed on her feet perfectly once again. But the pressure upon landing made her smile disappear for a bit.
"There you are. We've been lookin' for ya everywhere!" Topper said.
"Hey,cut me some slack. i was just making sure nobody had a way to interfere with our plans." Harriet said.
"Mind givin' us a heads up next time? We should've left a while ago. Da boss already got the tiara." Topper said.
"Whatever." Hariet said. She ship began lifting off and soon they flew past the giant tower with a top hat on it.
"Hey! Isn't that the plumber the boss was talking about?" Spewart asked.
"Whu? Where?" Rango said as he looked off the balcony. Hariet looked down to see where her companions were looking. And they saw a short,red plumber making his way up the tower.
"Oh boy. That didn't last long." Topper said while scratching his cheek. Topper then steered the airship towards the tower.
"Wait,what are you doing?" Hariet asked.
"Roughin' up goodie two shoes was part of the contract. So we're not quite done here." Topper said.
"Didn't you just say we were in a hurry?" Rango asked.
"You three continue. I will catch up." Topper said. The ship soon stopped in front of the tower and Topper hoped of. The remaining three broodals did as they were told and continued making their way to their next destination.
"Do ya think Topper can handle it?" Rango asked.
"I'm sure he'll be fine. At least that plumber won't have a ship to use." Harriet said with a grin. A grin that quickly disappeared once she felt yet another wave of pressure. She opened a hatch and went inside the ship. She steadily made her way through the ship while whistling until she eventually arrived at a door. She smiled and opened the door,but her smile quickly turned to horror when she saw the interior. There was a toilet there,yes. But there was purple goo everywhere. And she already knew who the culprit was.
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"SPEWART!" Hariet yelled.
"Hey! What's with you?!" Spewart asked as he saw harriet angrily approach him.
"How many times have i told you to clean up your mess?!" Hariet yelled.
"Uhh..i lost count. Hahaha." Spewart laughed. But hariet wasn't amused.
"Clean up! Now!" She said as she pointed towards the hatch where she came from.
"Ugh...fine." Spewart said as he entered the hatch.
"What was he even doing in there that caused such a mess?! and WHY was he doing it in there?!" Hariet asked herself. She groaned and sat down. With the one toilet in the ship being unusable for the time being,She found herself trying to ignore the pressure until it could be used again. She crossed her legs and gritted her teeth. She just hoped he would be done by the time they reached their next destination.
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The Broodals had flown over the Sand Kingdom and were getting closer and closer to the inverted pyramid. Hariet was still sitting there with her legs crossed. Trying her hardest to ignore the pressure that had gotten stronger during the trip. She hopped of her seat and angrily stomped towards the hatch. She made her way back to the bathroom to check up on Spewart.
"What could be taking him so long! All he had to do was-" Hariet's words trailed off as she saw the giant puddle of water under the door. Hariet had a look of dread on her face and she knocked on the door.
"Uh..Yeah?"
"What the shell happened in there?!" Hariet asked. Spewart slowly opened the door and the sight caused hariet's jaw to drop. Most of the goo was gone,but now the entire floor was soaking wet and the toilet had water pouring out of it.
"Okay. so uhh..i think some of the goo might've ended up inside the toilet and-" Hariet groaned and slammed the door shut.
"Perfect. What am i supposed to do now?" Hariet said as she headed back to the center of the ship.
She returned to see Rango looking at her.
"So how's the bathroom?" Rango asked.
"Unavailable for the time being. Spewart made an even bigger mess." Hariet said as she leaned against a wall and crossed her legs. She let out a sigh and waited for the ship to land. The next task wasn't to difficult. She just had to go inside the inverted pyramid and get a ring. But not just any ring; the binding ring. She looked to her left and her eyes nearly became bloodshot. Rango was standing near the ship's fence,unzipping his fly and wiping out his most private part. Without even hesitating,she was a stream of urine coming out of his lower half.
"UGH! GROSS!" Hariet said as she stormed away.
"Ey! The bathroom is unavailable and i really needed to go!" Rango said. Hariet rolled her eyes and waited for the ship to land. She was in the same boat as him right now (No pun intended), but she was not about to pull down her legging and pee off the boat. Even if her bladder was pushing her to do so right now. They soon arrived at the inverted pyramid and hariet jumped off the ship. Upon landing,she stood still for a few seconds and jammed her hands between her legs.
"Hariet? You good?" Rango asked.
"Y-Yeah! Just...rough landing,that's all." Hariet said as she stood upright. She then entered the temple and began looking for the ring. But after taking several steps forward,she noticed all the platforms and traps waiting for her. Normally she wouldn't worry about such obstacles. But now?
"Oh...why?"
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Hariet hid behind a pillar and shielded herself with her helmet. A loud explosion went of behind her and knocked over the pillar. She had just escaped a Bullet Bill homing in on her.
"Ugh..Where is that dang ring?!" Hariet asked as she continued her trek through the temple. She had both her hands in front of her dress and she looked more nervous now. She had spend the last half hour dodging traps and hoping over obstacles. And her bladder made the experience more stressful than it would've been otherwise. Every time she jumped,she had to stop and try to ease the pressure in her bladder,something that became more and more difficult with each passing minute. Not only that,but as she delved deeper and deeper, it became colder and colder. All of that made her want to get out of her as fast as possible.
As she made her way through the ruins and tried her hardest to ignore all the signals her bladder was sending her,a thought crossed her mind. Where was she supposed to relieve herself once she had acquired the ring? The bathroom wasn't gonna be fixed for a while and there was no way she could hold it until they got every single item.
However,All those thoughts stopped when she saw something in front of her. A giant ring with a big diamond on top of it.
"Hah...hahaha...Finally. I found it." She said with a smile as she reached for it with stars in her eyes. But another twinge from her body quickly snapped her out of her trance and caused her to put her hands back in front of her dress. She looked at the ring and slowly approached it. She then pulled it out of it's pedestal and held it. With a satisfied smile,she began walking away from the pillar with the ring in tow until.
"Who....Take....Ring?!?!" A voice said. Hariet's eyes widened as she saw two hands descend from the ceiling. She made a run for it and the hands gave chase. After a bit of running,she hid behind a pillar and crossed her legs in a vain attempt to ease the pressure in her bladder.
"WHERE RING?!" The voice said as the hands began smashing the pillars down. Hariet snuck away and soon picked up the pace. She gritted her teeth as her movements added even more pressure to her aching bladder. She saw a few Bullet Bills flying towards her,causing her to sweat drop.
"Oh! This is gonna suck!" Hariet said. She took a deep breath and then jumped on one of the Bullet Bills. She then hopped from Bullet Bill to Bullet Bill and then kept running. She shoved her hands even deeper into her dress and looked back to see that the hands were still looking for her.
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"Hah...hah....i made it." Hariet said with an exhausted look as she exited the Pyramid. She walked towards a nearby pillar and leaned her back against it. She at near the lower entrance of the Pyramid now,but atleast she was out of it and by the looks of it,she was safe now. And she still had the ring with her. So her mission was-
"Eeep!" She hopped from one foot to the other while keeping her hands in front of her crotch. She had a scared look on her face.
"I...i think i leaked. I need to go now!" Hariet said as she hastily looked around. There was nobody nearby and the pillar she was standing in front of made for decent cover. She hated the idea,but the leak she let out just now made it clear she was out of options. She lifted up her dress and pulled down her leggings. She drapped her dress in front of her and then squatted in front of the pillar. Almost immediately a small spurt came out. And a few seconds later,a full stream splattered against the pillar.
"Haaaaaaaaaaaah...." Hariet let out as she closed her eyes and let out hours of stress. She almost lost her balance,but she placed one of her hands behind her and thrusted her hips forward a little. She let out another sigh and leaned her head back as her bladder began shrinking. She looked in front of her and watched as the sand below her got darker and darker until a puddle started forming and growing. Soon,her stream came to an end and she let out another relieved sigh. She pulled up her leggings and shivered a little.
"Ugh,i'm gonna have to change panties once i'm back at the ship." Hariet said.
"Speaking of which..." She looked up and saw the airship still hovering above the Pyramid. She pulled out a phone and dialed a number. After about a minute,the ship lowered itself and hariet was able to jump back on it. And this time,the landing had no pressure.
"I was expecting ya to come out from the top." Rango said.
"Things got a bit hectic." Hariet said.
"Did you get the ring?" Rango asked. Harriet smiled and pulled out the giant ring from out of nowhere and showed it off.
"Ooooooohhh..." Rango said,looking at it with stary eyes. Just like hariet had done.
"We can admire it's beauty while on the ship. C'mon. We still have a lot of stuff to collect." Hariet said. Rango nodded and the ship began rising from the ground again. |
Male desperation vignette(s) set in an ahistorical fantasy of the Ancient Middle East
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When the sun rose over the desert, a shaft of light from a small window in the east illuminated the obsidian face of the River Goddess.
She cast her grand, blank, imperious gaze over twenty young priests who were kneeling directly on the cold stone floor, their hands clasped behind their backs. They faced one another: ten on one side of the aisle and ten on the other. In front of each of them sat a round ceremonial pot.
The River Goddess was a great lover of beauty, and the priests had clearly been chosen for their beauty, at least in part. They all had angular and lovely facial features, and their kohl-rimmed eyes could have broken the hearts of girls from the outside world. Their smooth skin came in all shades of honey and nut brown. The body and facial hair of their early manhood had been shaved off, while the hair on their heads was trimmed into short bobs, shiny with fragrant oils. They were slim but strong from their temple duties and spare diet.
They wore white linen skirts that fell to their knees, plus intricate golden usekh collars set with lapis lazuli, garnets, and emeralds.
Two older priests kept watch over them, monitoring but not intruding.
The young men appeared still, but if you looked closely, you would see signs that they were profoundly uncomfortable, even abjectly suffering. Their jaws were clenched, their breaths sharp and shallow. The muscles of their thighs twitched. Their eyes darted pleadingly to the gold disk under the navel of the obsidian River Goddess up upon Her pedestal, checking to see if the sun had illuminated it yet.
You would also notice that their bladders were cruelly swollen in their slender bellies, pushing out against the waists of their skirts like the bellies of women four months pregnant.
Once a week, from the age of twenty to the age of thirty, the priests had to hold their water from dawn of one day to dawn the next.
These young men had spent the previous day drinking cup after cup of a special herbal tea their elders prepared, and then the previous night tossing and turning in a disturbed sleep as the pressure in their bladders increased to bursting. An hour before dawn they had rolled out of bed, squeezing their penises and groaning in frustration, and hobbled to the inner sanctum in anticipation of relief.
This, like different days when they had to deprive themselves of drinking water, was a tribute to the River Goddess. It was to demonstrate to Her that the people of the Kingdom understood that when water was not permitted to flow as it was supposed to, humans were simply undone. Thus the River Goddess knew Her worth.
It was taboo for the priests to let out so much as a drop of piss before the appointed time. It was unthinkable. It was a transgression against the River Goddess that might cause a drought, a famine. They held it no matter how much it tortured them.
While all of the young priests were anxious for the tribute to end, the one seated at the far left end of the line looked particularly miserable. He was the youngest, the most beautiful, and the least experienced with the more severe aspects of ritual in the Temple of the River Goddess. He was sucking air through his teeth and rocking slightly. His silken, tawny skin was bathed with sweat. Tears filled his long-lashed green eyes. The sight of his heavily distended bladder would move anyone to pity, but the River Goddess was not anyone.
At last, the sun illuminated the golden disk on the belly of the River Goddess. One of the elder priests sounded a small gong, and the young priest on the right side closest to the Goddess hiked up his skirt, seized the pot before him, and started pissing into it, sighing involuntarily. The sound echoed in the stone hall.
A perceptible ripple of anguish passed through the remaining nineteen, but none was so overwhelmed by the first priest’s splashing than the young man on the far left, who whimpered and grabbed himself through the folds of his skirt. They had been instructed not to squirm like this, but for the young man it was clearly a choice between disappointing the elder priests and angering the River Goddess Herself by voiding on the stone floor.
One by one, the young priests were allowed to fill their ceremonial pots, the next in line not starting until his predecessor had finished. They proceeded in a stepwise fashion: top right, top left, next right, next left. Their streams were as fierce and strong as they could make them, both due to their own urgency and consideration for others who were waiting, but it still took each of them over a minute to empty.
The poor priest on the far left had to tremble in agony for over twenty minutes, listening to his brothers pissing. He squeezed his thighs together and sat on his heels, kneading his cock and mouthing silent prayers to the River Goddess to please, please, please let the others hurry up and let him keep the seal on his bladder until they had finished. He was pale with terror; he sincerely believed that if he leaked a mere drop he would cause a drought and the children of the Kingdom would starve to death in their cradles.
At last, at last, he heard the last of his brothers on the right side discharge the terminal spurts into his pot and set it down. He scrambled for his pot and managed to get the tip of his cock just over the lip before he exploded.
“Oooohh, ooohhhh, ooohhh,” he cooed like a dove as he gushed all the pain and fear of 24 hours into the pot. The Kingdom was saved!
After prayers were concluded, the elders transported the pots to the back of the sanctum for their own secret purposes. The other young priests crowded around to praise the youngest for his endurance, and to reassure him that it got easier with time.
“Well, a little easier…” said one.
“You almost learn to enjoy it…” said another. |
I - Almeria, Spain
Elsie McCormack sighed, finishing the last sip of the cold pint of Estrella that she had been nursing for the best part of an hour. She checked herself in the camera on her phone, adjusting her long ginger hair, scrunching her face to check for leftover tomato sauce. It was early September, and Elsie found herself sat in the Spanish sunshine, day-drinking with her best friend in the whole world, Poppy Douglas.
"Are you going to see him again?" Poppy asked after a lull in the conversation, her eyes twinkling behind her dark brown fringe.
"I don't know Pops, he was cute and everything, but boring as fuck, and..."
"And he had a tiny dick," Poppy interrupted.
"And he had a tiny dick," Elsie confirmed, laughing. "Besides... he's the first guy I've slept with since Gavin, I don't want to rush into anything."
"Fair play Els, fair play. Have you heard from that prick?" Poppy asked.
"I don't want to talk about it," Elsie's tone became instantly serious.
"Okay okay I'm sorry, hey you ready to go?" Poppy backtracked.
"Yeah one sec, just gonna go for a wazz," Elsie replied.
Elsie made her way inside the restaurant, and instead of attempting to remember the Spanish for toilet, wandered around until she found one. The restaurant seemed to only have one loo, and Elsie was glad it wasn't occupied, as she'd not relieved herself since breakfast. Walking through the door, she was hit with the worst smell she'd ever encountered, trying her best not to gag.
"Bloody Jesus," Elsie gasped in a thick Scottish accent.
The sight of the toilet was even worse. What the fuck did the last guy eat? Elsie wondered. She debated how desperate she was, and decided she could hold it.
"Better?" Poppy asked.
"Didn't go. Some fucker clogged the toilet with shit and thought I was going to vom everywhere," Elsie replied. "I'll find a toilet at the market."
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Elsie grimaced as Poppy took another loud sip of her smoothie, as the search for a public toilet went on.
"Do Spanish people not fucking piss?" Elsie asked, digging her hands into her yellow sundress, now desperate for the loo.
"Just hold on babe, not long now," Poppy promised.
"I hope so, I'm about to wet my knickers," Elsie could barely walk properly at this point.
"Look, there's some toilets there!" Poppy pointed towards a portaloo.
"Ugh look at that queue though," Elsie moaned. It looked as though there were 30-40 people also queuing.
"It's fine, I'm sure it'll move quickly," Poppy reassured her.
Five minutes passed, and the line had barely moved. Elsie was practically crying with how much she needed to wee.
"Excuse me, please could I skip in front of you?" Elsie asked the woman in front of her.
"Que?" the confused lady asked.
"Oh erm, necesito el bano, ahora!" Elsie tried her best to remember her GCSE Spanish, digging her hands into her crotch both to emphasise her point, and because she was genuinely worried some wee had leaked out. The woman in front of her just tutted, and turned away.
"Urgh it's no use, I can't hold it any more," Elsie darted out of the line. "I'm going to burst."
"Okay, why don't you go behind the fence there?" Poppy asked.
Elsie was already running, as she felt some urine trickle down her legs. Her bladder ached with how full it was, and she was just seconds away from a full blown accident. As soon as she was behind the fence, she had to regain all composure as there was a man stood there.
"Hola," the man said, holding a severed monkey paw.
"Hola," Elsie replied, literally dancing on the spot as some more hot piss escaped her body.
"You want to make a wish?" the man replied, waving the monkey paw in her face.
Elsie had vaguely heard the myth about The Monkey Paw before. That you could make three wishes, but each wish would come with an enormous price for interfering with fate. Elsie didn't believe any of that stuff of course, she just wanted this man to leave her so she could tend to her exploding bladder.
"No, I want to make a piss," Elsie curtly replied.
"Go on, just one wish, and I go," the man insisted, waving the paw in her face.
"Ugh fine, I wish that I wasn't about to wet myself because some strange man won't leave me alone," Elsie yelled, hoping he wouldn't notice the wet patch that had surely formed by now.
"As you wish," the man grinned. And with that, him and the paw were gone.
"Finally," Elsie muttered, as pulled her black panties down. However despite feeling like she was on the verge of peeing, nothing came out. She stood there for four minutes trying to go, but not a drop would leave her body. It was agony, she was absolutely bursting to go, with nothing happening.
"Come on Els, you can't still be peeing," Poppy came over.
Elsie was as white as a sheet. "Poppy, I think I've been cursed."
Poppy burst out laughing "Ahhhh you're going to make me piss myself now!"
"I'm deadly serious. Some guy with one of those monkey paw things told me to make a wish, so I wished I wouldn't piss myself and now I can't piss," Elsie cried.
"Come on, it's probably just a UTI, let's get you some drugs," Poppy helpfully offered.
"Look at my bladder Pops, I look like I'm fucking pregnant," Elsie was getting seriously stressed.
"Do you still need to piss?" Poppy asked.
"Like I've never needed to before," Elsie replied.
"Okay, let's get to a hospital because you don't look great at all, but first... sorry Els but I'm desperate..." |
First victim - Maria Johnson
"Come on Maria, we need to go," her grandmother shouted.
"One sec, I'm just going to go for a wee," Maria replied.
Maria pulled her jean shorts and panties down and sighed as she relieved herself. She scrolled through her phone to check her flight time for the sixth time in the last hour. Travelling alone always made her anxious, and she wanted to make sure everything was going to run smoothly. After finishing her business, she headed downstairs to say her goodbyes.
"Goodbye grandad, thank you so much for having me!" Maria gave her grandad a kiss on the cheek.
"Goodbye love, come back soon!" he replied.
"I will, don't you worry," she answered.
"Oh and don't you worry about that monkey paw business, the guy's a psychopath!" he laughed.
"Oh believe me, I've met much weirder people at uni," she chuckled.
She waved goodbye again, before heading into the car to the airport with grandma.
"What was that monkey paw comment about?" her grandma asked as they drove away from house.
"Oh that? This strange man at the market tried to get me to make a wish on this monkey paw thing, and he said he'd curse me if I didn't make one. I've never seen grandad so angry, he really went off on one at him," Maria laughed.
"Good on him. It's all a load of bollocks anyway," her grandma rolled her eyes.
"What is it anyway?" Maria asked.
"Basically the idea is that you can make three wishes on a monkey paw, but they all come with a twist. So I could wish for a 100 pounds, but instead of getting 100 pounds in money, I'd put on 100 pounds in weight. It's meant to be a cautionary tale sort of thing," her grandma explained.
"Oh yeah, I think I saw a Simpsons episode about that," Maria replied.
"Ah yes, a good source of all knowledge," her grandma laughed. "What would you have wished for?"
"Oh I don't know, maybe a boyfriend who replies to my texts," Maria laughed.
"Yeah but then you'd end up with a boyfriend who never left you alone, see there's no winning with a monkey paw," her grandma's tone became oddly serious for a moment.
"I guess so," Maria sighed.
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Maria anxiously looked at her watch. It was so frustrating, she could see the airport, but traffic ahead was really bad. She had about twenty minutes until check-in, and Satnav was saying they wouldn't be there for another fifteen.
"Ugh come onnnnnn," Maria shouted in frustration.
"It'll be okay, it looks like it's starting to ease up," her grandma replied.
Maria stared moodily out of the window, annoyed to be going back to a rainy and cold England, and back to her English degree which she wasn't enjoying, and her boyfriend who didn't pay attention to her. Her melancholy was broken by a sudden pang.
"Ow," she exclaimed loudly, suddenly feeling a large amount of pressure in her abdomen.
"You alright?" her grandma asked.
"Yeah I'm fine, just had a tummy cramp," she replied. But the truth was she wasn't fine. All of a sudden, her empty bladder felt like it was about to rupture. Maria had barely drunk anything all day - she didn't like using toilets on planes so she'd tried her best to avoid needing it, and yet now she was on the verge of wetting herself. This is something she'd never experienced before. She'd gone from a 1 to a 9 1/2 on the desperation scale in literally seconds. She crossed her legs tightly and prayed that she'd be able to hold on a little longer.
"Do you need a pee or something?" her grandma asked, as she observed Maria squirming frantically in her seat.
"No no, I'm fine, just trying to get comfortable," Maria lied. She'd always been very shy about admitting her bodily needs, and today was no different. She was 19, she should be able to hold her own urine. Yet it was getting harder and harder...
After what felt like a lifetime, they were at the airport, and Maria had never been so relieved to say goodbye to her grandma in her life.
"It's been so lovely to have you," her grandma said for the sixtieth time.
"See you soon grandma, love you," Maria tried her best to get away, and relieve her poor aching bladder.
"I love you too honey, safe flight," grandma blew her a kiss and waved her off.
Maria felt like a bowling ball was pressing on her abdomen, as she tried to wheel her suitcase along the ground as quickly as possible. The traffic meant that she'd have to go straight to check in, or risk missing her plane. At this point Maria almost thought it'd be worth paying for another flight just so she could avoid an accident. But she knew she wouldn't be able to afford that, and couldn't face an angry conversation with her dad about money. Now standing in the line, Maria gasped as she felt a spurt of pee leak into her panties. She crossed her legs again, and bounced desperately on the spot. She could see people looking at her, but she really didn't care at this point. She just wanted to get to the toilets she could see in the corner of her eye. As she finally got to the front of the line, she handed her documents over, one hand remaining firmly dug into her crotch, and hoped everything would be okay.
"Okay, could you put your suitcase on please?" the man at check-in asked.
All Maria could do was nod. She yelped as another jet of urine leaked out whilst she lifted the case. She could now see a small 20p sized wet spot on her shorts.
"I'm afraid, you're a few kilograms over, you're going to have to remove some stuff," the check-in man politely asked.
Maria groaned, and clenched everything as she placed her suitcase back on the floor. She was practically wetting herself at this point, feeling her panties grow increasingly damp as she knelt down to take some clothes out of her case. She picked up a random selection of clothes and stuffed them in her backpack, before dumping her suitcase back on the conveyer, and running to the toilets as quick as her exploding bladder would let her. The wet patch had grown to the size of a tennis ball, and her urethra felt like it was on fire. As she reached the ladies, she saw something that made her heart sink. Cerrado por limpieza, the sign read, which Maria assumed meant closed for cleaning. Frozen by panic, she stood there, hunched over, fists digging into her crotch, wee running down her leg as her resolve was starting to slip. She had no choice, she stormed into the men's toilets, in tears at this point. Every single stall was taken, as were all the urinals. Standing in the middle of a room full of strangers, Maria's bladder finally gave way. She covered her face as every drop left her bladder, emptying onto the floor of the men's toilets at Almeria airport. Some men gawped at her, whilst the kinder ones quickly washed their hands and left to avoid causing her any further embarrassment. As a stall became available, Maria darted inside, still wetting herself, but so at least she wasn't being watched anymore. She sat on the toilet fully clothed, whilst her pee dramatically splashed into the bowl of the toilet. Eventually, her bladder was drained, but her shorts were now soaking wet, and she was scared by what had just happened. After about five minutes, she left the stall, covering her face from the cleaner mopping up her puddle of pee, and headed to catch her flight - and hopefully buy some new shorts. |
Second victim - Catherine Jones
The leader of the Labour party thanked her driver as he pulled up to the House of Commons. Miles away from her sunny holiday in Spain, cut short by another Tory scandal, Catherine shivered in the unusually cold September air, adjusting her grey skirt as she exited the car. Her advisor was on hand to greet her, and update her on the fast moving news, as a lot had changed since her flight.
"Hi Catherine, nice holiday?" her advisor asked.
"Was nice until the PM cocked up again, missing prime sunbathing time for this," Catherine dryly lamented.
"I'm sorry, but the polls are looking great at least. They were too scared to send anyone to TV interviews this morning, so that could be a good angle to attack them on. Also there's quite a few Tory MPs who are ready to defect," her advisor informed her.
"Self serving fuckers," Catherine muttered.
"The PM is expected to deny it all and claim the video was doctored. We also think he's going to try and discredit your work, and claim that you're too young and inexperienced to be a credible leader," her advisor told her as they walked towards the chamber.
"I'm 35 for fuck sake. I'd have been a better Prime Minister that him at 19 anyway," Catherine sighed.
"This should be fairly straightforward. He called a whole city a bunch of lazy plebs for God sake. Everyone's seen the video, he's finished," her advisor reassured her.
"Let's hope so. Now if you don't mind, I've been bursting for a pee since takeoff," Catherine bounced around on the spot before dashing into the ladies room.
Catherine sighed as her bladder released its pent up liquid into the toilet bowl. She had a long standing fear of using the toilets on a plane, making any international travel pretty uncomfortable for her. It was even worse when she was Foreign Secretary, the number of times she'd landed in a country having practically wet herself was ridiculous. There was one infamous occasion where she'd wet herself after the queue for the toilets at Abu Dhabi airport was too long, and she'd had to pretend she'd spilt water on herself when the paparazzi got a picture of her. Wiping herself, she flushed, and went to sort her make up in the mirror. Her long brown hair and warm smile, as well as her relative youth had made her a favourite among the British voters. As she applied her lipstick, the leader of the Lib Dems darted into the bathroom.
"Oh hi Jess," Catherine called out, before she could reach a stall.
"Oh hi Cath, how are you?" Jess replied politely, fidgeting in her space.
"Ready to takedown this government, how about you?"
"Oh yeah, same hopefully," Jess desperately hoped that Catherine would leave her alone at this point.
"Hey listen, I know we haven't really had a chance to talk about it but maybe we could discuss an election strategy soon? Would be great to finally boot these tories out eh?"
"Definitely, but maybe now isn't the best time, given I'm about to wet myself," Jess decided she had no choice but to be explicit.
"Of course, go go!" Catherine laughed. "See you at PMQs!"
The only response Catherine got was a loud moan from her competitor and friend.
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"So Prime Minister," Catherine began calmly as the chamber hushed in a rare moment of expectant silence. "When are you going to resign?"
The chamber erupted into a chorus of boos and applause, as the Prime Minister shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"Mr Speaker, our Prime Minister has led us into the worst financial crisis for decades, he's given tax breaks to support his rich friends, while the hard working British public struggle to put food on the table. And now he has the audacity to call the entire population of Manchester 'a bunch of lazy plebs'. Pretty rich coming from someone who can't even be bothered to make sure his microphone is turned off," Catherine lapped up the applause from behind her as she was in the zone.
The cartoonish Prime Minister stood up "Mr Speaker, I think you'll find that unemployment is down, wages are going up, and it's going to take a lot more than a fake voice recording to bring this government down. I'd invite the honourable lady to not be so gullible in future, as to believe such a blatant lie to discredit all the hard work we've been doing. Need I remind her that whilst she was drinking in Spain, we were doing hard work in parliament to make life even better for the British people."
Catherine scoffed at this suggestion. "Clutching at straws," the Shadow Secretary of State sat next to her whispered.
"Mr Speaker, I'd like to remind the Prime Minister that..."
Catherine was forced to compose herself mid sentence as she felt a twinge in her bladder. Within a split second, her bladder had gone from completely empty to nearly bursting. The shock of the sensation was almost enough to make the Leader of the Labour party wet herself there and then.
"erm... that there is no truth to his statements, and that he should.... read some of the stories about him in the paper if he doesn't believe his own words about what he said." Catherine weakly replied.
Murmurs spread across the room as Catherine crossed her legs, her crotch feeling uncomfortably damp.
"Mr Speaker, I think perhaps the right honourable lady may be still drunk from last night, as I couldn't really make sense of her comments," the Prime Minister laughed. If there's someone more coherent that wants to ask me a question, please feel free."
"Order, order!" the speaker shouted as jeers grew louder and louder. Catherine writhed uncomfortably in her seat as jets of wee spurted out into her knickers. Bravely, she stood up again.
"Apologies, what I meant was..." Catherine gasped as the longest spurt yet started to run down her legs. Instinctively, she grabbed her crotch and bent over slightly, all in the name of not completely embarassing herself.
"Oh dear. Mr Speaker, it appears that not for the first time, we may need a potty for Miss Jones," the Prime Minister chuckled, as Catherine's bladder started to give way completely.
Catherine managed to leave the chamber, but not before all the cameras had picked up a glimpse of her skirt covered in her own urine. Once out of sight, she gave up the fight and let her bladder release itself in her knickers. As her bladder deflated, she sobbed bitterly, knowing that people were going to talk about this for years. After what felt like an age, her bladder was finally empty.
"You okay?" her advisor appeared, avoiding eye contact with his boss who was stood in front of him in a completely damp skirt.
"I don't know what happened Ted. I didn't even have to go and then I was bursting," she cried.
"We'll get you to the hospital, see what's going on," Ted promised. |
Alie Reynolds rested her head against the window of the public bus as she watched the city go by. She had never been to this neighborhood before, having just moved to her new city a couple months ago chasing a lucrative job opportunity in a big office. Not knowing hardly anyone here, she had befriended a coworker of hers, Jenna, who had introduced Alie to her own group of friends. She had been out with this new group of friends several times now and was really happy to feel like she was becoming a part of the group.
On this day she has heading over to one of Alie's friend's flats, where they would be drinking a bit before heading out to a parade to celebrate the recent championship victory of the cities football team. The city had been abuzz with energy about the success of the team in recent weeks and it helped Alie feel like she was part of something, she had even purchase a team shirt to wear just for today.
Getting off the bus and arriving and the address she had been given, Alie knocked on the door and waited for a response with the nervous excitement of meeting new friends and experiencing the day ahead. Having recently graduated from an all female college, she was still adjusting to city life and being part of a fairly mix gendered group of friends.
The door swung open and Alie was greeted by a smiling Jenna, who had a drink in her hand.
"Perfect timing" she said "We're just getting started"
Entering in to the main room Alie saw a lot of faces, some new and some she had seen before. She was immediately handed a beer then got started on greetings and introductions. Finding herself in conversation, time (and beer) seemed to fly by, and before she knew it, she was finishing her fourth beer.
As she entered the kitchen and discarded her empty can, Jenna appeared from around the corner .
"We should head out soon, the parade is going to start in about 30 minutes" she said as she walked past.
As Alie took a drink of water from a red solo cup she had found near the sink, she noticed that her bladder was quite full, she would for sure need to pee before they went anywhere. Peeking around the corner that Jenna had come from, she noticed a small room off the hallway that must be the bathroom and she made for it, flicking on the lite, unbuttoning her tight white jean shorts, and relieving herself in to the toilet. She peed for a while, realizing how distracted she had been from her need to go.
After washing up and checking herself out, she opened the door and came face to face with one of the guys she had just met, they flashed each other a smile as she handed off the bathroom to him and proceeded back in to the main room, where everyone was getting ready to go.
Jenna handed her an iced tea bottle, which had vodka in it "for the road" and everyone took a celebratory shot before finally heading out of the flat to begin the 30 minute walk to the city where the parade would be passing by.
Along the walk, Alie had a great conversation with a few of her new friends as they continued to sip their mixed drinks, but was glad to see some recognizable landmarks indicating that they were back in the city center. She was already feeling quite a need to pee again, even though she had only just gone about 45 minutes ago.
As they arrived at the parade route, everyone was talking about how insane this crowd was, and how the city could not possibly have been ready for this. As they settled in to a spot in the crowd, Jenna and a few others approached her.
"We're going to go look for a bathroom"
"I'll come with" Alie responded quickly, relieved she wasn't the only one and that she would shortly be able to relieve the pressure in her bladder. She was sure there would be a line wherever they went, but at least they could all wait together.
They walked by a few coffee shops, but all them were either closed or had lines out the door, Alie overheard one person say that the bathroom line at one of the shops was hours long. Alie really hoped they would find something soon as her need was getting quite serious now.
Finally, they found where the city had set up port a potties, but the scene was disastrous. There were thousands of angry people crowded around only a few dozen potties, the group got in line at the back, but they couldn't even see the blue port a potties from here, it was quickly clear this was not going to work.
"Let's find something else" one of the girls commented "We'll be here all day"
The group agreed and everyone moved on, Alie was starting to feel nervous, she now had to go worse than she could remember in a very long time and there seemed to be no prospect of relief.
After a few more minutes of walking, the group stumbled upon a defunct old drug store, and Alie saw a sight she had never seen. The lot was filled with people peeing. Guys lined up against the back wall, girls squatting between cars, all wide out in the open just away from a major intersection in broad daylight. The group stopped for a moment and stared in awe, before one of the guys made his move, muttering "fuck it" and going for the wall, the other guys quickly followed his example.
"Maybe we should just suck it up, there's nowhere else" one of the girls said with a hint of desperation in her voice.
"I think I have to do it guys" one of the girls said as she rapidly pee danced.
"We can all cover for each other, lets just do it" Jenna agreed.
And with that, all the girls rushed forward in to the lot, leaving Alie standing on the corner biting her lip with her legs tightly crossed. She really did need to go, but she had never peed anywhere but a toilet before and she really did not care to start in a crowed parking lot in the middle of a major city that she had just moved to. While her friends were gone, Alie wandered over to the next corner and looked down the street, hoping for an alternative, but just saw more of the same, packed streets and lines spilling out of businesses.
Returning to where she had stood, she noticed some of her friends had begun returning, including Jenna.
"Do you not want to go?" Jenna asked
"I really have to go actually" Alie grimaced "but I might try to find somewhere else"
"I hope you can... I didn't see anywhere"
As the group continued to wait for everyone else to get back, everyone seemed to be in a much more relaxed mood, but Alie couldn't even bring herself to participate in the conversation, she was a bit cross with jealously that everyone had else had gotten their relief, it wasn't fair, it felt like they cheated.
The rest of the group returned and began heading back toward the parade, Alie silently lagged behind for a moment, before deciding that she absolutely could not do this. She had to find somewhere to go, she didn't care about the parade anymore, she didn't care about bonding with her new friends, she needed to pee, NOW. everything else was secondary.
She tapped Jenna on the shoulder, interrupting her conversation a bit, but she didn't care "Hey, I'm going to go find a bathroom, I'll catch up with you guys later"
"You sure? Do you want me to come back to the lot with you?"
"No it's fine, ill text you"
And with that, Alie turned up a nearby street she had been somewhat familiar with, she knew there were several bars there. If she had to wait in line, so be it, she would just have to survive.
It didn't look good though, everywhere was packed beyond belief and no bars seemed to be letting anyone else in, she approached a bouncer who was standing alone outside of one that she had been to before, before she could even say anything, he started "Unless you have a reservation or are with a party, we aren't letting anyone else in today"
"Please" Alie smiled desperately "Could I just run in to the bathroom real quick? It's an absolute emergency, you have no idea"
The bouncer looked disinterested, Alie quickly found her wallet, pulled out all the cash she had taken out earlier that morning and held it out towards him "Please, PLEASE" she begged "Just 2 minutes, this is all I have". But the bouncer scoffed, shook his head and crossed his arms, and Alie dashed away up the street.
Reaching the end of the row, Alie was really starting to panic. In the last 5 minutes since she had left her friends, her need had grown to new heights, more than she ever thought possible. This was now absolutely the worst she had ever need to go, her bladder hurt so bad it felt as if it was starting to go numb. As she stood on the corner, legs tightly crossed and hunched over, she thought back to when she was a young girl, and had held it too long while playing outside. As she had tried to dash home that day, she felt a similar numbness and ultimately ended up wetting herself on her front porch. Her mother had been so disappointing, and she promised herself she would never let that happen again.
She now really regretted not peeing in the parking lot.
With a new resolve, Alie unbuttoned and slightly unzipped her tight white shorts, giving herself just a bit of relief. She quickly pulled her phone out of her pocket and opened her map. She punched in her apartment's address, it was about a mile away, a 30 minute walk, but it gave Alie another idea, only about half way along that route was her office building. It would be empty today, given that it was a Sunday and that the parade was going on, but she could use her keycard to sneak in, ride up the elevator, pee, and be gone before anyone even knew she was there.
She did her best to stretch her shirt over her unbuttoned pants and made for it, her insides throbbing and her surroundings becoming a blur as she rushed toward salvation. The tall building came in to view from a few blocks away, Alie could see her floor, and was already imagining the toilet that was just behind those blue windows, she knew exactly where it was, and she would be there in 10 short minutes.
By the time she navigated through the crowd and reached the entrance to her office, Alie was no longer sure she hadn't already peed herself a bit. Her vulva felt sweaty and numb, and the pain in her abdomen was like nothing she'd ever felt. Her entire body was covered in a thin film of sweat, almost as if her body was trying to eject the excess liquid by other means. Finally, she swiped her card and dashed in to the building and made a bee line for the elevators, moving so fast that she didn't even notice the security guard moving swiftly to intercept her
"Excuse me miss, we're close tod--"
"It's - it's ok, I work here" Alie gasped showing her swipe card
"Can I see your essential personnel form?"
Alie could not handle this delay- as she attempted to process the question she had just been asked, she felt what she had been dreading for the last 30 minutes, a massive jet of urine escaped past her iron defenses. Alie felt it blast through her panties and begin to dampen the gusset of her white shorts before she was able to get it under control. Forgetting herself, she dropped her left hand immediately to her crotch and looked down, she had managed to stop it and thank god nothing was running down her legs... yet.
"I- um, um... I'm sorry - essential personal form?" she said weakly, a tear now running down her beat red face
"Um - yeah - um - due to the parade we - um - are only letting in essential personnel today unfortunately - you know um executives and um IT folks and the like"
"I work here" Alie gasped through labored breaths "Please, I just need to use the bathroom, I'll be back down in 2 minutes, I won't even go in the office, just bathroom and back, PLEASE"
"I uh, really can't let you enter unsupervised miss - could lose my job and..."
"What if you came with me?" Alie pleaded "Not much trouble I can do in the bathroom"
"Well, um......... I guess that would be alright, let me just lock up real quick, can't leave the lobby unattended... be right back"
As the guard turned away, Alie felt her overfilled bladder contract and a bit more start to come out. Letting out a loud gasp, she turned and faced the wall, leading against it with her sweat covered forhead resting on her forearm. Her free arm dropping in to her shorts and on to her damp vulva where it squeezed and kneaded for all it was worth. She was now panting like a wounded animal, about to explode in the lobby of the office that she went to every day for her dream job.
Just a few moments later the guard returned to the desperate girl and pressed the button the elevator. "Um, ok miss, we can go up now, not much longer"
Unable to let go of herself or make eye contact with the guard, Alie wobbled in to the elevator and went back to leaning against the wall, continuing to knead at herself. She tried to ignore the pain in her bladder and watch as the numbers ticked up, 14...15....16..... and finally.... 17, her companies floor.
She hobbled as quickly as she could toward the bathrooms, guard in tow, hardly hearing him say "I'll wait out here" as she crashed through the door and into the nearest stall.
Without even closing or locking the stall door, Alie approached the toilet, ripped her shorts and her soaking panties down, and collapsed, exploding with relief. She could hardly even feel it at first, she could just hear the rapid hissing of her pent up pain slamming into the still water, then finally, after a few seconds, she felt her bladder beginning to deflate with an unabashed groan of epic relief, tilting her head back and letting out a long breath.
She peed.... and peeed..... and peeeeeed, her agony turning turning in to relief, and after finally fishing after what felt like 10 minutes, she hunched over on the toilet, completely exhausted from her ordeal and enjoying the feeling of emptiness she so longed for.
She probably would have sat there for longer, catching her breath, if it wasn't for a knock on the bathroom door. "Uh... miss... you ok?"
She had completely forgotten about the guard who had saved her, he had definitely heard everything, but she didn't really care. Pulling up her damp panties and slightly damp shorts, she exited the bathroom and returned to the elevator, riding down quietly with the guard until he broke the silence "I'm James by the way, I do see you come in here sometimes, which is why I let you up"
She flashed him a shy smile "you saved my life James, that was... a real emergency".
James chuckled "I could tell... and don't worry, what happens here on Sundays is never shared"
The elevator dinged and the doors opened, Alie leaned over and gave James a quick peck on the cheek, letting her hand drift oh so briefly on to the bulge in his pants "Thank you James, I'll see you Monday"
Alie sauntered the rest of the way home, still overcome with relief, took a long, hot, much needed shower, and collapsed in to her bed. |
Oh fuck, I left my dick at home.
It might seem like an unusual thought. But for Skylar, it was just reality. He was a transgender man, a busy graduate student who also worked to keep a roof over his head. Sometimes that meant rushing out the door to get to his shift without having the time to grab his stand-to-pee packer, a device shaped like a penis and worked as a sort of funnel that allowed him to use urinals. Sometimes his busy schedule also meant drinking lots of coffee throughout his shift at the coffeeshop. Sometimes it meant not realizing how much he’d had to drink until times like now, when he was at Malwart with a cart full of items.
It was really a minor annoyance, though. Skylar was used to using the stall at times like this. It just made him a little uncomfortable to sit to pee while other guys were around, but he’d be okay.
He left his cart and pushed open the door to the small bathroom at the back of the store. Someone was at the urinal peeing, which sent a twinge to his bladder: he really had to go now His heart sank when he saw that there was only one stall, and it was occupied.
No big deal, he told himself. I can wait another few minutes.
Right on cue, a sudden wave of desperation hit him, and he pressed his legs together, sealing himself shut. Okay, maybe I need to go worse than I thought, he admitted to himself. He thought of the coffee at work earlier, the way it flowed as it was poured from the carafe into his cup, and wished he could feel his pee flowing out like that.
Tapping his foot impatiently, he studied himself in the mirror. His stocky build and full beard meant there was no chance of rushing into the women’s restroom, and this store didn’t have a family restroom or any other options. Well, he’d seen a bucket in the hallway leading to the bathrooms, he thought half-jokingly. His light skinny jeans were tight around his legs, and the black shirt tucked into it was too short to cover up any stains.
He’d just have to hold it.
He winced when the man who had been peeing zipped up and blasted on the tap to wash his hands.The rush of the water made his need to pee so much worse. He wanted to reach between his legs and hold himself, but he couldn’t make it obvious what he needed to do, or guys would question why he wasn’t just using the urinal.
Finally, the other man left. The guy in the stall, however, wasn’t going anywhere. Five minutes came and went, and Skylar’s need was starting to become more and more urgent. The waves of desperation were getting more frequent now, and when they came, he bent double and held on for dear life with every muscle in his body. He needed relief, and he needed it now.
He was doing that when a pair of men came in. As he’d predicted, they looked at him strangely; his obviously intense need to pee was out of place in a bathroom where relief was right there.
“Dude, you okay?” one asked. “Just use the urinal.”
Skylar turned beet red. “I have--” A pussy. “A medical condition, and I need the stall.”
That seemed to satisfy them; the man who’d asked made a sympathetic grunt. He and his friend went to opposite sides of the line of urinals, unzipped, and started peeing. The pair of powerful streams, combined with the contented sigh of the first man--he must have had to go for awhile--was torture for Skylar. No longer able to care about his dignity, he squeezed his thighs together hard and started shifting from foot to foot.
Testosterone had increased Skylar’s libido as well as grown his clit into a sizable t-dick, and this was about the point that he could no longer ignore the way that squeezing his thighs together the way he was felt good on it. Like, really good. It was embarrassing to get off in a public place, but he couldn’t help it; he really had to pee, and if he opened his legs he’d pee himself. He needed to pee, but he was also feeling a mounting need to rush into that stall and finish himself off before going back to running his errands.
That stall which, of course, was still occupied.
The two guys finished up, and this time when the taps turned on it was horrible. It cued an intense rush of desperation from his bladder right to his peehole, and despite his best, most valiant attempts to hold on, a spurt of pee leaked out. He had no choice but to grab himself as hard as he could over his pants, praying that what he lacked there wouldn’t become obvious. The last thing he needed right now was a fight over his right to take a piss in the men’s room, because the women’s sure as hell wouldn’t let him in. He bent over slightly, bending and unbending his knees. He needed to go, and he needed to go now.
“Hey, uhhh, feel better, man,” said one of the guys as he headed out.
“Thanks,” Skylar squeaked out as he held himself tightly.
His mission right now was to distract himself by thinking about something else. Anything else. Thinking about how much he needed to pee wouldn’t make the stall open. Hmm. While searching for a topic to think about, he rocked into his hand and gasped from the pressure of his palm against his micro-erection. Okay, maybe this will help. He began to press his hand more firmly between his legs, starting to rub, biting his lip to keep from moaning--
What was he thinking? There was someone in that stall, they could come out at any moment. He just had to hold it. And then his thoughts rocketed right back to the problem at hand: he just had to hold it, and he wasn’t sure if he could anymore.
His eyes traveled over to the urinal. Maybe if he squatted just right, he could make it. Of course, if someone came in he’d be completely busted, but maybe the relief was worth it when the alternative was pissing all down his jeans.
Slowly, eyes trained on the door, he unbuckled his belt, allowing his completely full bladder to protrude out from his slight frame. That in itself was a little relief, but he still needed to go NOW.
He strode over to the urinal and unzipped his jeans. A small leak rushed out as he began to lower his pants--
Voices! Coming down the hall! Skylar quickly re-zipped his jeans and was doing up his belt when the door opened. With him standing directly in front of a urinal. His heart sank when he realized there were only two things a normal person would be doing in front of a urinal: pissing, or finish up.
And he couldn’t piss.
His legs shook, thighs squeezed tightly together and hips swaying back and forth in a way that he hoped didn’t show how clearly and desperately he still needed to go, as he made his way over to the sinks. He turned the tap on. The rush of water was enough to make him nearly double over, but he couldn’t; instead a spurt of piss escaped him and he quickly . He hoped it wouldn’t show. Gingerly he set his hands under the sink, praying for the stall door to open. The rush of water hitting his hands was sheer torture. He gasped as he stood there, legs squeezed tight, running tortuous water all over his hands.
He’d never had to go this bad. Not even on that backpacking trip when he had to wade through ankle-deep water while slowly leaking into his boxer briefs, kicking himself for skipping the last bathroom break while he’d been drinking so much water, knowing they had at least another half mile to go before setting up camp. He’d finally blurted out “Guys, I’m so sorry, I just need a second” before rushing off into the trees, and of course it had taken an eternity to find a private enough tree. The feeling of finally shrugging his pants down, spreading his legs, and letting go, though, had been nothing short of orgasmic. The strong stream of piss hitting the tree was such a beautiful sight.
God, no, he had to think about anything else. Not how much he had to go. Now how overwhelmingly, all-consumingly, desperately he had to go. No, it was too late to even try to think of anything else. All he could think of was the sound of the men peeing, and the hiss of the water rushing over his hands, and the need to go absolutely right this fucking second.
He wanted to grab himself and sink to the floor, rocking back and forth on one ankle, do whatever he needed to do to hold it in. No--he wanted to piss right in the sink. The thought caused another leak to emerge, and there was definitely a wet spot somewhere on him now. But instead he had to keep rubbing his hands together under the water.
And just as Skylar was losing all hope, the stall door opened. A pale and sweaty man emerged. Skylar’s heart sang. Slowly, leaking slightly with every step, he made his way across the bathroom to the stall, squeezing his legs together the whole way. It was way too late to preserve his dignity, but hopefully not too late to preserve his pants.
Just as Skylar secured the lock, he was hit by another powerful wave of desperation. He groaned aloud, bending over and squeezing his hands tightly between his legs. He held on to his crotch for dear life, waiting to for the wave to pass so he could make his way over to the toilet, which, ugh, was right there and still out of reach because he didn’t dare take a step.
Someone else started peeing in the urinal, and that was enough. Despite his best efforts and his hand grabbing his crotch firmly, Skylar’s bladder finally gave up. His eyes widened when he felt the wet spot in his underwear growing. “Shit, shit, shit,” he whispered to himself, tears pricking his eyes as he walked with squeezed legs to the toilet, completely unable to turn off the stream that was already flowing out of him and darkening his jeans. He fumbled with his belt and his zipper, feeling piss roll down his legs in rivulets as he did, and his zipper was stuck oh god his zipper was stuck even as he had to go so bad it was already flowing out of him.
With great pain and by squeezing his muscles as tightly as possible he managed to cut off the flow, but the intensity of his desperation was almost too much to deal with. He struggled with the zipper for another few absolutely agonizing seconds, then finally, finally, finally it worked. He pulled his pants down and sat on the toilet.
It felt so good to finally release the contents of his exhausted bladder. Skylar leaned back on the toilet tank and moaned, not caring who else in the public bathroom heard. Before he knew it, his hand was between his legs, and he was touching himself as he peed. The piss was a long one, and by the time the loud, aggressive stream tampered down to a low trickle his body was shuddering and his hips were bucking into his hand. He came hard and silent as the last of the pee escaped his body.
He sat there for a few blissful moments, then sat up to examine the damage. Those boxer briefs were going in the trash can. There was a huge wet spot on his pants, mostly concentrated between his legs and spreading up his ass, but he could hide it if he took off his hoodie and tied it around his waist. Skylar abandoned his cart outside the bathroom, hurried to the car, and went straight home to shower and change, vowing silently to wear his packer next time. |
Hope you all enjoy this one. I think it gets pretty intense by the end. Hope everyone who reads is having a good holiday season 😃
What a Wife Must Do
My wife Karthi was walking next to me in the afternoon sunlight, a picture of radiance…..but also a picture of annoyance. There was a stiffness to her gait, and gazing at the swell coming from her lower abdomen underneath her traditional sari, I thought I knew the reason. “Is everything alright, my darling? You look tense,” I offered condolences with my tone. Karthi frowned and huffed, “It would be nice to get to the bathroom once in a day...” So it was true, the need to pee was interfering with her mood. I replayed the events of the day in my head and realized that what she was saying was accurate. She hadn’t left my side to take a single toilet break while we’d been out. In fact, the last time Karthi had relieved herself was this morning upon waking. “Would you like me to see if one of these shops has a women’s room you can use?” I asked with an apologetic tone, knowing that my desire for an all day outing was ultimately the reason for my wife’s discomfort. But Karthi shook her head, “I’ll just endure it. It’s nothing unusual, I always have to hold it…..” She said it with a mixture of disdain, pride, and resignation. Having grown up in an extremely traditional part of India, my wife had had her comfort breaks restricted from a young age, and I sometimes had to remind myself just how resilient she could be. We stayed out an hour longer, even getting some coconut water from a rickety stall when I got thirsty from talking, and Karthi accepted hers despite a frown. It was dusk when we arrived back at home, and after coming inside and removing her flats, Karthi grimaced once more, then walked immediately to the bathroom. Just before she was out of view, I watched as she turned and observed that the protrusion of her lower abdomen was even greater than when I had noticed it during our walk. A few seconds passed, during which the only sounds coming from behind the bathroom door were the rustling of Karthi’s sari as she hastily removed it, and then an almighty piss hit the bowl and blared through the entire house, such was its force. I was awestruck at how my wife could remain so outwardly calm when such a pressure raged within her. She hadn’t pissed in just over 14 hours, and her hissing torrent continued to assault my ears for well over a minute before dissipating. It was no wonder she had seemed so cross, with her muscles surely working with full resistance at all times to keep the flood held inside. After another minute, Karthi emerged from the bathroom, sweat on her forehead but otherwise looking unphased by her urinary display.
“You really need to let me get to a bathroom more often. It’s not healthy when it gets so built up like that!” my wife told me later that night, as we sat at our dining room table, eating a little snack of bread pakora before bed. “Honey, I try to suggest it, but you’re not so keen on using public restrooms, remember? And besides, you have an enormous bladder and I’ve never seen you come to your limits before,” I replied, a little more stiffly than intended, as I couldn’t help but remember all the times I’d tried to find my Karthi a bathroom and been rebuffed. “I think you men get some sick enjoyment out of seeing women suffer like this. Just because my bladder is unnaturally large, is that an excuse to let it fill up until it hurts??” This was not the first time that Karthi had posited this question to me. It seemed to be something that came up once a month or so, and I again attributed it to her extraordinarily conservative upbringing. Sure, she would trade barbs like this with me in the evenings, but while we were out and in public, she was the picture of elegance. Her urinary distress was something that Karthi had begrudgingly accepted as a facet of her life, and while she talked like this on occasion, I knew that no action would ultimately come of it. “I think you’re overreacting a little. You’re strong enough down there to bear any burden, so you should do so with pride!” I tried playing to her ego now to diffuse the situation. Karthi’s cheeks took on an amber hue as she answered, though I couldn’t tell if it was from my strategy working, or from frustration, “You say that so lightly! You don’t know how much of a burden it is! My muscles have to be clamped like steel, even if my bladder is cramping and aching. This afternoon there was no respite for hours.” Seeing she was in a particular mood this evening, I let it go. Hearing Karthi talk about her bladder and her desperation in such a way was enough to fuel a hardon in my trousers, and my wife was blissfully unaware of the true reason for my passion when making love to her that night.
It was only a couple days after this incident when a new hire began working at my office – a curvy woman named Raisha, a statuesque woman, but with wide hips and still a flat belly. My mind being what it is, my first thought was that it seemed the Gods had designed her to have as much space for a growing bladder in her belly as possible. But I tried to put this out of my mind to concentrate on my work. Besides, what were the odds of that? But as the next few days went on, I realized that my suspicions were apparently not far off at all. I sat in such a way where I had vision of both her desk and the women’s room door, and yet despite seeing Raisha sipping coffee on a daily basis, she never once made use of the women’s room. Surely her bladder must have been very spacious indeed to contain her flood all day long. On Friday afternoon, some of the other women in the office invited Raisha to go out drinking with them, and while I was certain that now she would take the opportunity to relieve herself before leaving, Raisha left with the other women and walked right past the bathroom door on her way out of the office. I could only imagine her bladder capacity, as well as the confidence she must have had in herself to hold on so long with no chance of a break.
That evening, while making dinner conversation with Karthi, I began talking about the new hire in the office, and without thinking, I made mention of her seemingly bottomless bladder. It was meant as a harmless comment, but I saw my wife pause just for a second after the words left my lips. It was like someone had blown a puff of air directly into her face. Then Karthi gave a slight shake of her head and continued eating, but for the rest of the evening her conversation was more subdued. She seemed annoyed, even distant at times, which was quite unlike her. For all of her roughness and argumentative nature, Karthi was still an exceptional wife, and we were very in tune with one another, so for her to act this way was unnatural and frankly left me guessing and anxious. We went to bed, and I could almost hear her muttering to herself faintly as we laid on opposite sides of the bed, facing away from each other. Then sleep overtook me before I could dwell on this behavior too much longer.
The next morning, I awoke to a furious splashing coming from the bathroom, which I quickly ascertained was my beautiful wife taking her morning piss. She had calmly slept through the night with a large amount of urine residing within her, enough to make most women wake up frantically only a couple hours after shutting their eyes. This was normal for her, but I did think that the sound coming from the bathroom was louder than usual, almost as if she was squeezing her muscles to force the piss out faster than usual to create such a vibration against the bowl. By the time I was fully awake and dressed, I came to the kitchen to see Karthi in a fine traditional sari and already drinking down a bottle of fruit juice. Karthi didn’t greet me, but I could see her looking at me out of the very corner of her eye, almost as if gauging my reaction to her urinary display. I said nothing for fear of angering her further, instead offering a normal “Good morning” only after she had finished and disposed of the empty bottle. I was planning on a relaxing day in, but to my surprise, Karthi suggested a day out, and she suggested in such a way with her tone that I knew there was no discussing the matter. This was rare, as normally I was the more outgoing of the two. But we left soon after, with Karthi grabbing a couple of additional bottles of fruit juice for the road.
I’d thought the fruit juice was for both of us, but by the time we’d reached our destination (a city 2 hours from our house), Karthi had drained both bottles. Karthi always kept herself hydrated, but I was not used to seeing her consume this volume of liquid, especially so early in a day where we were so far from her preferred bathroom. While exiting the car, I decided to try and get on her good side, so I told her, “Hey dear, I see you’re drinking quite a lot. If you need to stop for a toilet soon, please let me know and I’ll try to find you a good place.” Instead of relief at my suggestion, Karthi nearly did a double take, but then told me in an edgy way, “No, don’t worry about such things. I am a woman and we have to control our bladders sometimes….” “Ok, but if you change your mind, just tell me,” I tried again, only to be rebuffed, “I will not change my mind. I’m very strong down there.”
Imagine my surprise when 45 minutes later, after visiting one shop, the next thing Karthi did was buy a pouch of coconut water from a roadside stand. So much liquid she was consuming! I couldn’t help but get aroused at this display, but thankfully was able to control myself in such a public setting. I caught a slight squirm soon after she finished it, the first sign that all of her quick drinking was catching up to her. But Karthi made no mention of her need, and when we stopped for lunch, she ordered a tall glass of water with no hesitation and made sure the glass was empty when we left. When leaving, she had to pause briefly, as my wife’s large bladder was surely unhappy with just how much she was drinking, but when I pointed to the women’s restroom after making use of the men’s, Karthi shook her head and said nothing more. The afternoon continued on in much the same way – Karthi was clearly in need of a bathroom, but also quite clearly capable of waiting and determined to do so. Instead of berating me for an inability to find her a clean toilet, as I was used to in situations like this, she simply maintained her conviction to hold it and let her bladder swell to accommodate the mass of urine that was flowing into her. After a bottle of water in the afternoon and a full glass of sweet tea with our dinner, I was sure my wife was about to pop. It was as much as I’d ever seen her drink during a day, let alone a day when we were out in public and she was refraining from using a toilet. I could see the shape of her bladder under her sari, and it was swollen to the extreme. The pressure on her aching sphincter muscle must have been tremendous, but my Karthi bore it, despite a look of agitation on her face and the smaller steps she was having to take at this stage. When we reached our car, I asked her, “Karthi, it’s been 14 hours since you’ve had a pee. Are you sure you don’t want to find a bathroom before we depart? You look very uncomfortable.” Anger flashed on my wife’s face for a moment, then dissipated slightly, and she replied stubbornly, “Of course I’m uncomfortable, have you seen everything I’ve had to drink today?? But I haven’t used the bathroom once! Let’s just go home, I’m going to hold it...”
There was no reasoning with her, and so that’s what we did. On the drive back, conversation was sparse, owing entirely to the amount of concentration that Karthi was focusing upon keeping her tired bladder sphincter clenched as tightly as possible. She looked to be in pain, and from the size of her bulging bladder, I could understand why. But she kept her legs crossed, kept a hand on the underside of her abdomen, and looked out the window for most of the journey, giving only short replies whenever I attempted to initiate some talking between us. We finally arrived home, pulling into the drive a full 16 hours after Karthi had taken her morning pee. She took a couple deep breaths before opening her passenger-side door and standing, as I watched her steel herself for the added pressure of gravity on her quivering bladder. I got to see a side profile view of her briefly before we began walking to the door, and I was gobsmacked at the size of her bladder. It was enormous, bulging out in an entirely unnatural way on her frame. Standing next to her to open our front door, I couldn’t help but notice that there was an intensity radiating from her, surely a result of just how strong of an effort she was making to keep her piss contained for just a few more seconds. Then we were inside, and Karthi walked purposefully to the bathroom, stopping only for a second to turn in my direction, as if to make sure I knew where she was going, and then she was in the bathroom. I heard the rustle of the sari being taken off, and then a piss unlike any I had heard from my wife before started in earnest. The echo of a waterfall reverberated off the walls of the bathroom and flowed through the entire house. I was having trouble believing just how much pressure Karthi had held at bay, listening to just how ferocious her piss was. I’d always known my wife had an iron bladder, but this was more than I’d ever heard from her before. It was a good 3 minutes before the monstrous pee came to an end, and I waited for Karthi to exit the bathroom, contemplating the earful I was about to receive for “forcing” her to hold as much as she just had. Instead, nothing of the sort happened, as my wife said nothing and passed me by to make a cup of tea. That night, just like the night of our previous day trip, our lovemaking was torrid and bold, but there was one difference. Karthi was the one who initiated. Visions of the giant bulge under her sari filled my mind’s eye as I came buckets into her ass to finish (Karthi’s dirty little secret that I was all too happy to indulge for her), and soon we both drifted off to a very content slumber.
The following week of work was a slow one, but with one notable exception on Friday afternoon. Around 3:30 pm I was walking back to my desk from the break room when I heard what sounded like a burst pipe coming from inside the women’s bathroom. I almost went to ring maintenance, before I got a brief flashback of my wife’s ridiculous symphony of pee the prior weekend and realized that I was most likely listening to someone relieving themselves of an ungodly amount of piss. I hurried to my desk to avoid raising suspicion as to why I had suddenly come to a complete halt outside the women’s room, and also because I was developing quite the erection that needed to be hidden. When I sat, my eyes set on the desk of Raisha…...but there was no Raisha to be found. Odd, as she’d been sitting there all day as usual, drinking away at multiple refills from the oversized water bottle she had started bringing to work. Another minute passed with my brain working at a snail’s pace, though to be fair most of the blood in my body had been redirected elsewhere, before finally I realized that the blaring piss noise had stopped, and a few seconds later I saw Raisha and another female colleague exiting the women’s room. They were chattering and not being too quiet about it, and as Raisha got back to her desk I overheard a snippet of conversation. “Girl, you had to GO!” the other woman laughed, and Raisha had smiled genuinely, not at all embarrassed about her urinary performance as most women would be, and answered, “Oh, it wasn’t that bad! I just figured I’d accompany you! That’s what I get for continuing this liquid diet today. Slept through my alarm and had to rush to get here on time, so I didn’t even pee this morning!” “You’re too much, Raisha!” her friend cackled, patting her on the shoulder and continuing on to her own desk further away in the building. I could scarcely believe what I had heard. The reason for the deluge of piss that Raisha had just released from her perfectly proportioned body was a result of a skipped morning piss, plus extra water throughout the day! And she hadn’t even looked desperate during the day before she left her desk for that pee, which to my knowledge was the first work piss she’d ever taken.
I couldn’t get Raisha’s urinary performance out of my head all afternoon. I got home that evening and my wife and I made idle conversation over dinner. She’d been in a good mood all week and I was reaping the benefits of that. During a lull in conversation, not thinking, the foremost thought in my brain slipped out and I commented to Karthi, “Hey dear, you remember how I’d told you about that woman at work, Raisha, who never seemed to use the bathroom?” Karthi’s body language changed immediately. Within a second, she had put her metaphorical guard up, but I could see her trying to stay calm and even-toned as she asked, “Yes – what’s new with her? Did she finally piss herself at her desk?” I continued to ramble, “No, no, just the opposite. She finally used the bathroom at work, and my goodness it was so loud! I swear the whole office must have heard her! Though I can only imagine how badly she had to go, for she said that she hadn’t even peed that morning before coming in. Overslept or something like that...” I trailed off at the end, as I’d looked back at my wife during my retelling of the story and saw that she’d gotten a weirdly intense look in her eyes, and she was now gripping her fork much harder than was necessary. “Are you ok?” I asked, confused at this reaction to a simple story. “I’m…..fine,” Karthi replied, clearly putting a great deal of effort into not shouting. The rest of the evening passed normally, though again I could sense that my wife was more tense than usual. Her before bed pee was not particularly long that night, but it made up for it in sheer volume. Like her morning pee the previous Saturday, it brought to my mind images of her squeezing to push the pee out as quickly and loudly as possible, though of course that made no logical sense, and so I made myself think of other things before she finished. Then I heard her move to the kitchen and the sink was turned on briefly, and Karthi came to the bedroom carrying a large glass of water, which she drank from heartily before laying down next to me. Soon I felt myself drifting off for the night, only to be awakened slightly by the movement of Karthi rolling over, taking the half-full glass off the nightstand, and drinking down the rest of the water before returning the empty glass to its position. A few minutes later and I was asleep.
My wife and I both awoke early the next morning, and while I quickly made use of the bathroom to empty my bladder and brush my teeth, Karthi deliberately avoided the toilet when she joined me for her morning ritual of dental hygiene. She was refusing to even look at it, which caught my eye because Karthi always had a good deal of urine build up overnight and was keen to relieve her aching bladder in the mornings. My mind drifted to the large glass of water she’d had before bed and I realized that she was probably even fuller than usual this morning, which compounded my confusion at her strange behavior. My wife didn’t skimp on the coffee or juice with breakfast, and then busied herself with various tasks around the house. There was no reason to get to the chores so early in the day, especially on a weekend, and I couldn’t help but think that Karthi was trying to keep herself distracted from something. It took until 11 am, but then I noticed my wife squirm and clench at her thighs briefly while watering one of the plants we kept on the deck, and my foggy mind finally put two and two together. She was distracting herself from her bladder, which was now unrelieved for over 12 hours and surely must have been proving to be a burden for her. I wondered why she didn’t just go and pee. She never held deliberately when we were at home, as there was no reason to subject herself to that urinary torment. Still, I decided to do my best to relax and enjoy the show, if that’s what she was intent on providing to me, unintentionally or not.
We had lunch around noon, and with it came another glass of water, and also some discreet jiggling from Karthi’s end of the table. I still said nothing about her plight and tried to make sure I was only watching out of the corner of my eye, lest she become suspicious of just how much I was looking her up and down. Then we went to do our own things, with Karthi sitting on the sofa to watch her shows on the television, and me curling up on a nearby chair with a nice book. I thought Karthi had calmed back down, as the jiggling had stopped, but an hour later I realized that she was so still that it was almost unnatural. Then I saw her fists clenched hard, muscles all over her body taut. The calmness was a facade, with my wife using her considerable endurance to keep herself from showing outward signs of desperation, but it came at the cost of keeping herself entirely tensed up at all times. Around 2 pm I saw she was actually sweating, and Karthi finally caught my eye, but instead of questioning my staring, she gulped, shut her eyes briefly, and then blurted out, “What time of day did Raisha use the bathroom again?!” This was far from the question I was expecting, and so I paused for a few seconds to clear my head before replying, “When…….oh, do you mean my story about work yesterday? Gosh, well…..let me think. I guess it was about half past 3. Why do you ask?” Karthi could barely restrain herself upon hearing my answer. “Gahhhh!” a half-shout half-grunt emitted from her lips before she could cut it off, but then my wife silenced herself, crossed her legs, and replied, “No reason. It was just on my mind.”
As the afternoon wore on, Karthi looked downright uncomfortable. One leg was crossed over the other, and some shifting on the sofa had begun, her ample rump moving this way for a few seconds, then that way, never staying still for more than a minute or two at most. When Karthi got up from her seat around 2:30, only to return a minute later clutching a glass of water, I nearly fell out of my own chair. What was she doing?? Still, I thought better than to bring attention to her odd urinary behavior. Within a few minutes, the glass was emptied, and somehow Karthi’s resolve seemed to have strengthened. The squirming was kept to a minimum, though her bladder was bulging out ominously over her silk pajama bottoms that she had never changed out of. There was more tension, and more sweat, but otherwise her bladder’s urgency seemed to have calmed down for the time. When Karthi’s eyes flicked to the clock on the far side of the wall and saw that it read 3:30, a devilish smile crept over the corners of her mouth. She was sitting upright now and appeared to be almost hyper alert, as if adrenaline was coursing through her veins, and she sat and watched her shows for another half an hour, before finally rising from her seat at 4 pm, wincing ever so slightly at her bladder’s distaste for this new position, and then walked with stiff but elegant steps to the bathroom. I was still pretending to read, but once Karthi entered the bathroom, I put down my book and readied my ears, and sure enough within some seconds she was in full flow, her piss shooting out of her and into the toilet for the first time in over 17 hours. On and on the stream went, never losing intensity until abruptly finishing a good 2 ½ minutes later. I briefly considered whether it was actually hurting to have the piss exit her body with such speed and fury. But I kept these thoughts to myself as Karthi reentered the room, her cheeks slightly reddened, and perhaps I could detect a hint of pride in the way she calmly sat back down on the sofa, but otherwise we both kept our thoughts unspoken and continued to have a relaxing day.
Karthi’s odd bathroom behavior stayed on my mind for the rest of the day, and I felt like the reason for it was just out of reach, like my mind was in a fog and the answer was just on the other side of the dim haze, currently unreachable but growing ever more clear as the hours passed. We went to bed, where I tossed and turned for most of the night, and finally I snapped awake at 3 am and it all made sense to me. Unable to wait until a better hour of the morning, I shook my darling wife awake and then asked her, “Karthi…..are you jealous of my coworker Raisha’s large bladder?” For a second I thought Karthi was going to go off on me, for having woken her up in the middle of the night and then followed that up by bringing up my attractive female coworker, but then Karthi’s features softened as she looked into my eyes and realized how honest of a question it was, and she answered me, “Jealous……..is not the right word. Honey, this is difficult for me to admit, but while waiting for hours without a toilet is painful for me, and having SUCH a full bladder is a real burden, and having to control the unfathomable pressure that bears down on me every second just screaming for release….well, it is not easy, let me say that. I’ve always begrudgingly accepted that this was what I had to do. And like you know, I am certainly built for the task. My bladder can swell to gigantic proportions, and it will feel like steel down there because it is so hard from being so full. But then….when you talked about Raisha, when you talked so calmly and eagerly about how strong her giant bladder is….it struck a nerve that I didn’t know existed in me. All of a sudden, because her ability impressed you, I think, I felt pride for my bladder capacity. And I am more than a little possessive of you. So I needed you to see, that as well as you think Raisha and her perfect bladder can hold, I can outdo her. I can be more impressive than her. I feel that…..I MUST have the strongest and the biggest bladder of any woman you know. I need to prove that I am that woman. I don’t expect you to fully understand, and honestly, I’m still trying to work out these feelings myself, but I have this fire deep inside that is burning and telling me that I must be the best for you.” Wordlessly, I reached over and wrapped Karthi in a hard hug, not letting go for minutes, stunned and appreciating her honesty. And to think she was putting herself through this torment due to her feelings for me! When I let her go we were both glowing, despite the ridiculous hour of the morning. I asked her, “And so, after last weekend and this weekend, do you feel like you’ve proven your point?” Karthi considered this, and then her brow furrowed and she unexpectedly said, “Actually…...no. I don’t. Because I know that next week, you’re going to go back into work, and Raisha will avoid the toilets all day as usual, and you’ll always have that question in your head of whether she can hold it better. Even if you say that you won’t, I know you will. Men can’t help but think of such unsavory things.” Rather than deny what we both knew to be true, I thought for a moment and asked, “So what can we do then, to put your mind at ease?” Karthi was silent for several minutes, and then she blurted out, “A contest!” Seeing the look of shock on my face, she continued, “It’s the only way to prove for certain who is better. Raisha and I must have a waiting contest. I will not lose, because I must not lose.” I was trying to comprehend what my wife had just suggested, but I surely was not about to turn down such an idea. We discussed it until sunlight began to enter our bedroom window, but by then it was settled – I was to convince Raisha to enter into this contest against my wife Karthi, and they would battle it out until one woman had to quit and take a much needed piss. It was devilishly simple, and yet I found myself wondering if there was any way that Raisha would ever accept such a proposal.
“I accept your proposal,” Raisha said flatly, but full of confidence, barely after I was able to get the words out of my mouth. It was the following Monday, and after a few hours of sweating over my decision to ask such an…..indecent request of my work colleague, I had sidled up to Raisha’s desk after lunch, with no one else in the near vicinity, and popped the question, “Raisha, forgive me in advance, because this is quite a strange request. I can’t help but notice that you rarely seem to, er, use the facilities while at work. One day, I’d mentioned this to my wife, just from talking, don’t think I was paying more attention to you than I should have! But you see, my wife is the same way, and she’s dreamed up the idea of doing a sort of….well, a competition between the two of you, to see who could hold it longer before one of you has to, you know…….PEE.” My rambling suggestion had not put Raisha off in the slightest, and I was now going weak at the knees, as never in a million years had I thought she would accept the idea with such ease. I almost gulped, “Um…..are you sure you don’t want to think about it first?” Raisha grinned, but it was not a friendly grin, it was the grin of a lioness hunting her prey and knowing she was about to feast, “There’s nothing to think about, honey. As I’m sure you’ve recognized from sitting across from me this long, I’ve got a bladder that can hold as much as I tell it to, for as long as I tell it to. I don’t think you know just how big it really is. A contest will be no problem. But let’s up the stakes a little, just to make sure your wife goes all out. If I win, I get a date with you. What do you say? Agreeable terms?” My mouth was so dry I could barely swallow. “Yes, Raisha, I’ll have to confirm with my wife, but she was so adamant about this contest that I can’t imagine her declining.” Somehow, Raisha’s grin widened, the corners of her mouth nearly at her ears. As I went back to my desk, I could feel my heart throbbing in my chest. I didn’t know Raisha had such a sense of competitiveness in her, but she was downright scary in that conversation, brimming with a confidence that bordered on fanaticism. I could see it in her eyes. However kind and sane she had seemed during our time in the office, behind the facade was a woman hell bent on success and urinary superiority, and I was sure she would stop at nothing to keep her bladder shut at all costs.
That night, I explained Raisha’s date idea to my wife, and without batting an eye Karthi accepted. “That bitch!” she grumbled fiercely, contemplating the audacity of Raisha’s suggestion. Both women had displayed such intensity in their manners when it came to this challenge that I was almost uneasy, trying to contemplate just how far both women were prepared to push themselves, as well as the ramifications on the psyche of the one who inevitably lost. It was decided that Raisha would visit our home on Friday. We only had a half day in the office that day, so she could arrive by noon, and then the contest would begin, and both ladies would drink until one of them had to admit defeat and go pee. Talk of the contest did not dominate my conversations with either woman during the rest of the week, but they both made sure to make snide comments and jabs at the other to me every day, and I felt bad blood hanging in the air even though neither woman had actually met the other. Raisha had started making eye contact with me every time she tipped back her water bottle to take a drink, and on Thursday night, as Karthi and I were in bed, my wife looked me in the eyes and promised me that she would not lose. I could barely concentrate on anything at work Friday morning, and was thankful to leave my desk and head home, even though my heart was beating louder and faster in my chest, because I knew that the moment of truth was now at hand.
At 11:55 am, as Karthi and I were seated in silence in the living room, neither talking, simply considering what was to come, there was a rapt knock on the door. We made eye contact for a moment and I gave my wife a hug and a kiss and whispered “Good luck, you can do it” in her ear, and then I opened the door to find her challenger standing at the ready. Raisha strode into our home, and Karthi got up to greet her, both women refusing to give an inch as they stood across from one another. Both looked stunning in their traditional saris, and again I couldn’t help but stare at Raisha’s larger frame and how perfect her proportions were for giving a bladder sufficient room to stretch and expand. Karthi, of course, was no slouch either, and I knew what she was capable of and just how far she could force her bladder to protrude in her abdomen, but I wondered…...would it be enough to defeat the seemingly unphasable Raisha? She looked like she could comfortably hold liters inside herself. Nevertheless, that’s what we were all here, and as I shut the door Raisha asked how we were going to begin. Karthi gave a shrug and said coldly, “Whatever you want,”, and in an instant, Raisha’s eyes gleamed. It was the same gleam I had seen in her eyes when I proposed the contest to her in the first place, and I nearly flinched away from it, such was the power in that look. Terrorizing confidence, I thought. “Ok, then in that case, it’s not about what I want. It’s about what HE wants,” Raisha said firmly, pointing at me. I blanched, but she continued to Karthi, “We do whatever your husband wants. Whatever he wants us to drink, we drink. And when you can’t hold it anymore, then the contest is over, and then I’ll be more than happy to set up that date.” Karthi caught my eye briefly, then turned her head back to Raisha and muttered, “Agreed.” And with that, both women turned and looked at me expectantly for instructions.
Hearing this, I was a nervous wreck, but at the same time, I’d visualized a moment like this in my wildest dreams, and before my brain had a chance to think further, I told them both, “Alright ladies. Right now, both of you need to go and pee. Gotta start out even and empty, no advantages!” There was a brief pause and silence when I finished speaking, because I don’t think either woman believed I’d slip so easily into my role as taskmaster. But then Raisha smirked and nodded, “The man wants what the man wants.” And she walked unaccompanied into our hallway, found the bathroom door, and entered. Karthi and I looked at each other, and our eyebrows raised as Raisha’s stream hit the bowl with enough force to carry the sound into the living room. It only went on for 30 seconds or so, not a record breaking piss, but I felt my palms growing sweaty at the thought that Raisha was already holding a fair amount of pressurized piss inside, and would have had no problem starting the contest with such a disadvantage. Her belief in herself was bordering on the absurd. When she exited the bathroom a minute later and returned to the living room, Karthi went into the bathroom, but she was out barely a minute later. She had already squeezed out everything earlier in the morning, so I’d bet her piss didn’t even last 15 seconds, and I wasn’t able to hear it from the living room like with Raisha’s blasting stream. Raisha couldn’t contain her glee at this, and even when Karthi returned to the living room, my coworker kept her gaze affixed to me.
“Alright, now that you’re both ready to begin, let me get you ladies some drinks!” I announced, making my way into the kitchen. Both women nodded, and my only hope was that a catfight didn’t break out between them for the couple minutes that I was not in the same room as them to act as mediator. Karthi and I had already prepared for this contest the last time we’d done our shopping, buying lots of drinks, but what she didn’t know was that I’d gone back to the store later on my own to get more, just to be safe. I had to carry the first batch of liquid out to the women in two trips, due to how much I’d selected, but my heart was pounding so fast that I couldn’t help myself. Both women were now seated, Raisha in my chair at the far end of the room, and Karthi on the sofa. In front of both of them, I had placed a large glass of water, and a 1.25 liter carton of black currant juice. Karthi shot me a look of confusion, not remembering buying the juice during our jaunt to the store. Raisha appeared so ready for the start of the contest that she was nearly gleaming. “This will go RIGHT through us!……..One of us, at least…” my coworker said delightfully. Karthi nodded back at her in defiance, and without further ado, both women picked up their carton of black currant juice and began to drink. For probably 10 seconds there was nothing but the sound of liquid being gulped down, neither woman even wanting to be the first to stop chugging the juice that would soon be posing disastrous consequences for both of their bladders. Eventually Karthi did put down the drink to take a breath, and Raisha soon followed, as if waiting to make sure she beat Karthi by just a second in this first little contest between them. With both women so resolute on starting strong, it was no more than 10 minutes before the giant cartons of black currant juice sat empty. In another 10, both tall glasses of water were also plunked down, empty. Without missing a beat, I took the empty cartons and glasses away. The cartons were thrown out in the bin, but the glasses were refilled from the tap, and I came back out to the women with yet another tall glass of water for them to drink. I don’t think either was expecting this after the chugging performance they had both put on. Neither woman wanted to show any fear in the face of the other, however, and so within minutes both glasses were chugged down, maybe a mite slower than the last. At that point, I let the women rest. They were both rubbing their midsections a little to cope with all the drinking, as a good 2 liters of fluids were now streaming through them, sat for now in their stomachs, but I knew it would not be long before it would be entering and bloating out their gargantuan bladders. How long they could keep the liquid from exiting would be up to them.
The first few hours passed without incident. Neither woman wanted to fill her stomach with a full meal, but they both snacked on an assortment of breads and nuts to keep their strength up. They already had enough sugar coursing through them for the whole day from the cartons of black currant juice. I insisted on another tall glass of water for each of them as they dined, and neither woman refused this insistence. By 4 pm both women were sitting calmly in the living room. I thought I could detect bulges forming in their abdomens under the saris, but at this point it was tough to be certain. They had drunk a sufficient volume to have a normal woman gagging for the loo, but Raisha and Karthi were not normal women and possessed bladder capacities that were easily extraordinary. “Are you sure you’re not feeling the pressure?” Karthi prodded the taller woman. Raisha laughed gleefully and flashed her perfect smile, “Karthi, dear, you must know this contest is futile. My bladder is ALWAYS capable of waiting.” It was time for me to jump in. “I was afraid you might say that,” I began, trying to keep my heart rate under control at the thought of what I was about to say, “which is why I think it might be time for some more liquid…” Raisha actually rolled her eyes at me, and then motioned to the empty water glass in front of her. “Well go on then. Let’s get your wife’s bladder full to bursting so that we can end this,” she said, her tone conveying boredom. “Perhaps some more water can come later,” I replied, now making my way to the fridge once more, “but for now….” I reached in and pulled out two 750 ml cans of beer. “Let’s have you drink one of these!” I finished, striding back into the living room and placing the cans before both women. Karthi immediately shot me a look. We had bought the beer together, but the agreed-upon intent was to use it in the late night, and only if absolutely necessary. Unfortunately for her, I had deemed it necessary now. Raisha looked perturbed, aware that the brand I’d purchased had some diuretic properties that she’d surely feel the effects of. But, seeing that my gaze had not left her, the voluptuous woman smoothed back an errant lock of hair behind her ear, then flashed her winning smile once more and accepted the beverage. Neither woman seemed interested in a chugging contest at this juncture, but they both worked on the beers at a steady pace and finished them within minutes of each other. My mind’s eye was now going wild, trying to picture with x-ray vision the liquid coursing through their bodies, with both women’s ample bladders now becoming more firm and bloating up under their traditional Indian garments. How long could their composure really last in the face of such an unrelenting supply of liquid? Why, even during Karthi’s big holds that I had witnessed over the years, she had never pushed the fluids like this. I had to trust that her unwavering resolve would hold. The only way the camel Raisha could be beaten was to fill her voluminous reservoir to the max and hope that Karthi could find it within herself to match her.
Another hour passed. Both women had more or less stopped making small talk. Perhaps they were sitting up a little straighter, but neither wanted to show signs that the truckload of liquids they’d been asked to consume were having an effect on their sterling abilities to hold their pee. I knew that under normal circumstances, Karthi would have muttered to me multiple times by now about how full her bladder was getting and how I needed to find her a toilet. But with Raisha seated next to her on our sofa, she kept up her brave face and said nothing. Raisha, for her part, was doing her best to continue giving off her air of calm, like this contest was completely beneath her, but as she idly shifted her legs, I could tell she was feeling the pee that was slowly inflating her bladder. It was time to make these ladies handle even more pressure. “I think more drinks are in store. What do you say, ladies?” Karthi gave me a grumpy nod. She knew what had to be done, even if her bladder was already complaining at her. Raisha again showed only confidence at my suggestion, boldly stating, “You know, you’ve seen me leave the office on Friday nights to go out drinking with the girls on more than one occasion. A little beer isn’t a worry for me. I never pee at the bar. So come on, let’s have them and drink up. I think your wife’s about to pop!” I nodded, then made for the fridge and returned in short order. “Since you put it that way…..I was planning on spacing these out a little more, but I don’t want to bore you strong-bladdered ladies, so I suppose you can finish off the 6 pack now.” In my hand was the carton that contained the 4 remaining 750 ml cans of beer from the 6 pack. In truth, I really had only been planning to give 1 more each to the women at this stage, but Raisha’s boastfulness helped change my mind. All four 750 ml cans of beer were placed on the table, with each woman now required to drink an additional 1.5 liters of beer on top of the heavy amount of liquids they’d already had that afternoon. Their bodies were surely waterlogged by now, and nearly all of this harsh, unforgiving liquid would flow right through them uninterrupted into their cavernous bladders. Karthi gulped, then nodded and gave a soft “Let’s do this” under her breath, though the stare she was giving the cans in front of her was not dissimilar to the look a convict gives to the gallows. Raisha looked downright miffed, though it was difficult to discern if that was due to the thought of what this additional beer would do to her bladder, or because I had once again refused to let her get the upper hand with her boasting. Karthi shut her eyes for a brief moment, then opened them, grabbed the first can, and began to chug it down. Raisha took a moment to regard me, noting the confident grin on my face and the horny flush of my cheeks, and said flatly, “I told you, beer isn’t a worry to me. My bladder will just hold it.” And then she began to drink as well.
The women snacked a little more in an effort to prevent the alcohol from getting to their heads, but by and large the next 15 minutes was spent either drinking or catching one’s breath. Karthi had chugged down most of the first can almost immediately, but had slowed midway into the second, the oversupply of fluids growing heavy in her stomach. Raisha, on the other hand, was like a machine. She didn’t drink with the initial speed of Karthi, but she was consistently working her way through both cans while refusing to show any sign of weakness. Even when she paused for breath, the air went in and out in steady, even breaths, and her face maintained a look of determination. It was horribly erotic for me to see both women so fiercely dialed in now, the contest taking a turn and becoming more serious now that it was evident that both women possessed giant capacities. Amazingly, even with all that they had drank, neither woman’s composure broke once the beer cans all lay empty on the table. They stayed seated, though as the minutes dragged by, both women’s posture became ever stiffer. It was clear that their bladders were expanding with reckless abandon, the beer streaming into their bladders just as I had predicted, but neither wanted to be the first to break and show a real, true sign of needing to pee. Frankly I was shocked, as the amount of liquid they’d drank would have made me pee 3 or 4 times over, and yet here they both still sat. If I hadn’t been with them for the whole afternoon and seen the incredible amounts that they’d already pushed past their lips, I wouldn’t be able to tell with certainty that either woman needed a ladies room. It was like a stalemate, neither woman willing to concede that her bladder required emptying. Only from my years of being with Karthi in such situations could I tell just how hard she was squeezing her muscles to be able to sit normally. A small part of me actually began to fear that neither woman would give in and show a sign of desperation, and would rather burn out their holding muscles and piss themselves right here on the sofa without moving an inch.
As it got to be 6 pm and still neither woman would budge, I decided it was time to make them budge whether they wanted to or not. “Alright girls, let’s get you both up. Since you’re both still not feeling the effects of all those drinks, I thought it might be nice to go for a walk together. What do you think?” Karthi was up quickly, using the suggestion as an excuse to walk around the living room under the pretense of looking out the window to check the weather, whereby also giving her beleaguered holding muscles a very slight break since she could move and tense her legs as much as she needed. Raisha glared at me with an expression that I could tell was trying not to be too bitter, but failing. And I knew the reason why. Karthi had been clenching harder than Raisha by the end and her posture was much more rigid, and my coworker no doubt felt that it was only a matter of time before Karthi cracked if they’d stayed in their silent battle, seated and trying to show no signs of urgency. By giving Karthi the chance to move her legs without losing this battle of wills, I’d given my wife a way out of the predicament. And no doubt, Raisha had calmed her bladder as much as possible and found herself in a solid holding position, and the thought of having to jostle her stretched, aching organ with a walk was weighing on her mind. It took a few more moments, but Raisha stood, and as Karthi headed to the door, Raisha hung by me for a moment to whisper, “I know what you’re doing. Clever, but it won’t matter. My bladder is too strong for it to matter.” Then she followed Karthi out the door, and I got a nice view of both women’s behinds in their form-fitting saris as I exited the house last and locked the door behind me. We walked a couple blocks, and I saw both women clenching their fists at certain times as their bladders gave a particularly hard squeeze, asking for relief and emptiness. Obviously neither conceded to their bladders’ requests. Could I hear the breath of both women hissing through their teeth as they fought off waves of bladder urgency? Yes, I could, but the fact that these were the only signs of piss need that either woman was displaying at this stage of the contest was nothing short of fascinating. Even more fascinating considering that I could now plainly see the swollen bulges of their bladders coming through the saris, and yet both women continued to walk and contain what had to be unfathomable pressure within.
Eventually we returned to the house, with Raisha walking with precise steps right back to the sofa, where she sat down just a little too quickly to come off as calm. I could tell she was trying to regain the position and the control that she’d had prior to the walk, but I wasn’t sure how well it would work, now that even more beer had entered into her precariously bloating bladder. Karthi, however, did not sit. Her bladder had now become so full that it was not possible to keep up an air of calm as Raisha was maintaining. Karthi began pacing in a circle around the living room. It took Raisha a few moments, as she was fighting her own battle for control, but when she realized that Karthi was not sitting, and was actually showing a sign of desperation, her eyes grew wide and she piped up, “Hah! Look at your wifey now! She’s actually struggling around the room just to keep her pee in! She can’t sit and hold it like a real woman.” Karthi was properly enraged by this comment and replied, “I know you have just as much inside you! Just wait…..I may be doing this to stay in control, but I WILL stay in control and I WILL hold it. As long as it takes.” Raisha nodded, but the smile slowly melted off her face, and her answer came with cold, emotionless determination, “I agree. As long as it takes.” I had honestly been expecting a fairly straightforward climax to the contest at this point, as surely the crazy amount of drinks both women had consumed would be pushing their bladders into territory that even they couldn’t hold through. The bladder bulges I had witnessed during our walk had appeared nothing short of painful, and I knew that with each passing minute, those bulges were getting imperceptibly larger. The pressure growing imperceptibly stronger. And their muscles growing imperceptibly weaker. These women were amazing, they were in possession of the biggest bladders and the strongest willpower that I’d ever seen, but they were still human. They still had limits. And eventually they had to crack.
These were the thoughts going through my mind. And yet, both women seemed completely hellbent on proving me wrong in these assertions. 7 pm became 8, and 8 became 9, and still the women held on in much the same manner. Raisha’s posture on the sofa had become even stiffer. She was now almost more statue than woman. And Karthi had been alternating her pacing with some sitting, though her legs would jiggle whenever she was seated. My wife also had a downright cross expression on her face from time to time, which I recognized as the expression she wore when her bladder was painfully full. Again, I was certain that the game was coming to its end, and Raisha had begun staring with increased frequency at Karthi’s moving legs, as if willing them to stop fighting and separate and let the piss pour forth from between them. Both women were sporting bladder bulges that were beyond incredible, but what I couldn’t believe was that against all odds, Raisha was still sitting. Her posture was tense enough to crack an egg, and she certainly appeared stressed, but that was it. 9 hours after this contest began, with more drinks than any one woman could hope to contain, and Raisha still hadn’t so much as crossed her legs. What would it take to make her bladder crack? Or at this point, just what would it take to even make her composure crack? I saw that my wife was struggling, and I’d be lying if I didn’t start wondering if she really had what it took to defeat such a titan of bladder control in Raisha. It wasn’t Karthi’s fault. She had a huge bladder in her own right. And she had willpower on top of willpower. But Raisha was perfect for this task. It was like her body had been genetically gifted from the gods to be the ultimate holding machine. Her hips were so wide and yet her belly so (normally) flat, her proportions such that it gave her bladder maximum room to expand and contain its volume. And if she was constructed to be so perfect on the outside, it stood to reason that on the inside were holding muscles at the base of her bladder that were equally perfect. Completely impenetrable. Able to squeeze for eternity without ever faltering, no matter the pressure that they were bearing. Surely there weren’t two other women in the country who could have held this volume for this length of time, but as I watched Karthi get up and begin to pace anew, I was slowly coming to terms with the fact that Raisha was a holding goddess, and my wife just couldn’t match up.
As soon as this thought entered my mind fully, I knew I had to act. It was now nearly 10 pm, as time had passed while I sat and watched the two champions of piss holding battle it out, almost in a daze. And so I rose, went to our bedroom briefly, and returned with a small bottle clutched in my right hand. “Ladies,” I said, grabbing their attention. Karthi’s head snapped around to face me, and I could see fear in her eyes. “Please….I…..I don’t think I can drink anything else right now…” she started hastily, while Raisha’s eyes began shining with this admission. She was so close to the victory now! But I raised a hand to stop my wife’s pleas, and then laid out my next command, “It seems we’ve reached an impasse. You’re both equipped with such large and powerful bladders, and I never imagined the contest would take this long to decide. But I must admit that you have tired me out. I need to retire to bed for the night, but I also can’t fathom missing the ending of such a hard fought contest. Thankfully I have a solution.” I raised my right hand. Some months prior, I had dealt with a nasty bout of insomnia, for which my doctor had generously prescribed me with high strength sleeping pills. I had taken most of them before the situation resolved itself, but a few remained in the pill bottle in my hand. “I think we could all use a good night of rest. And I know that even if you two bladder queens don’t want to show it, you’ve both got to be expending a lot of effort to keep control of yourselves, and I doubt you’d be able to sleep a wink in this state. So if you’ll each agree to take a sleeping pill, they should knock you out regardless, and we can all get a quality night of sleep and continue this contest in the morning. Raisha, you’re welcome to sleep in our guest room.” Neither woman replied for a few seconds. Then Raisha cocked her head at me, as if my words were just now making their way to her, “You mean…….you want us to go to sleep…….WITHOUT pissing? You want us to keep holding our bladders at this level of fullness until TOMORROW??” I feigned surprise at the question. “Well, yes. This is a holding contest, after all! I assumed that you’re both strong enough that this wouldn’t be an issue. Is it?” I could tell my question was like nails on a chalkboard to Raisha. She couldn’t admit any weakness now, not with Karthi standing only feet to her left. But my plan was obviously messing with her psyche. She had to have been sure that Karthi would last no more than a couple hours longer, and then she’d be free to piss out all that overload of pee that she’d kept in so perfectly for the entire afternoon. But no, now Raisha was having to grapple with the concept of continuing to hold her full bladder for hours upon hours longer. It took maybe 15 seconds of silence, but then her inner pride won out and I could see Raisha make a conscious decision to settle in for the long haul, and she flicked her hair in an attempt to look graceful and replied, “No, it’s not an issue. I told you, I can hold my urine inside my bladder as long as I want. It does not matter how much urine I’m already holding or how long I have to wait. You will find that my bladder is very…..VERY patient.” It was almost scary witnessing the internal switch flip for Raisha, seeing just how many levels of resolute, unmoving willpower she contained. Next I turned to Karthi, who looked decidedly unsure about this course of action, but then she bent her knees slightly as another wave of bladder urgency came over her, glared at Raisha’s perfect posture, and nodded her assent to my plan. I procured one sleeping pill for each woman, more than enough to give them a good night of sleep, no matter how much pain their bladders were in, and both women regarded each other grimly, internally blaming the other for the pain that currently resided in their abdomens, before Raisha entered our guest room and Karthi and I entered our bedroom. “You can’t win.” Raisha said flatly before closing her door. Not much was said between Karthi and I once we were alone. I knew she had to reserve her focus for the contest, and in any case, what was there to say? Raisha had a bladder of steel. We both knew it. Could Karthi really hold on long enough to win? Could she really force her own bladder to contain more urine than Raisha’s gargantuan tank? New thoughts began to enter my mind. Perhaps Raisha’s bladder was not divinely blessed. Perhaps she’d made a deal with the devil – a perfect iron bladder in exchange for her soul. She was simply too strong. Any holding contest against her was unwinnable. And as these thoughts began to grow in volume and swirl around my head, my wife must have noticed the distress on my face, because she pulled me in, hugging me despite the additional strain this put on her aching bladder, and told me firmly, “I love you, and I am going to win. I don’t care what happens or what it takes, but I promise you….I will not pee before Raisha. Please trust me.” I gazed into my wife’s eyes, as full of love for her as I ever had been, and decided that I would. We drifted off to sleep together, just as Raisha did in the guest room, and in my dreams I saw dual figures hovering above Raisha’s sleeping form – it was an angel and a demon, both marveling the handiwork that their leaders had bestowed upon Raisha to give her that perfect, unfailing bladder. The dream seemed to last for hours, with both of them watching as Raisha’s bladder continued to fill, but never in the whole dream did a single drop of urine escape her. For whether it was given to her from heaven or from hell, her bladder was entirely flawless.
I awoke the next morning, my forehead damp with sweat from the intensity of my dream. I needed to clear my mind, so I rose from the bed to go and brew a pot of coffee. It was early, and Karthi still slept soundly on her side of the bed, the sleeping pill having done its job. As I exited our bedroom and passed the guest room, I heard no movement on the other side of the door, a sign that Raisha was still getting a much needed rest as well. The dream was already foggy by the time I reached the kitchen, and as I drank down my morning cup of coffee, it left me entirely. It was 8 am when both women stirred. They entered the kitchen one after the other with slow steps. I could tell they were trying to mask the fullness of their bladders by playing off their walking pace as a result of still being tired, but I knew it was a direct consequence of the near-exploding bladders inside them. I swore I could almost hear their bladders creaking from the fullness. The beer had done its job over the night, filling both women up even further, and as I stared at both women’s bladder bulges in their saris, again I began to think that surely there had to be some limit to all of this. Their bladders looked fit to burst if they had to hold anymore. Last night they could have been called swollen. Hell, a few hours into the contest they could have been called swollen. This was something else entirely. The women’s bladders protruded out in front of them in grotesque fashion. I was certain that underneath the saris, veins would have been visible on the abdomens of both women, their skin having been stretched so thin as they forced their bladders to handle more piss than should have been possible. Against all odds, Raisha’s walk was still normal other than her slow footfalls, and she sat at the kitchen table with practiced posture. Within her, there had to be a storm brewing, her composure hanging by a thread, but impossibly it was still there. What would it TAKE to break her?? My Karthi, on the other hand, was having a much harder time handling the pressure. Her legs were crossing every few steps, and her hand was brushing by her crotch at times, getting dangerously close to actually holding herself. When she sat opposite Raisha, Karthi instantly crossed her legs, shifting from side to side a few times as well before settling in. But her legs stayed crossed. I was ready for the two women, having brewed a full pot of coffee, other than the one cup I took from it. “Good morning ladies! 20 hours and still going strong, I see! Coffee?” Raisha’s right eye visibly twitched at the question, but her gaze was almost manic with its determination as she nodded. “It doesn’t matter what you try to do. My bladder control is impenetrable. Your wife will lose eventually, and we will have our date.” she said evenly, trying and mostly succeeding to control a grimace that was forming at the corners of her lips. I acknowledged her response, then turned to my wife. Karthi let out a brief moan of pain, her bladder fuller than I had ever seen it before, but she also nodded. Not content to take things easy on the girls, even at the start of the day, I decided to act as if their bladders truly were unbreakable, and to that end I got out 4 mugs and poured them each 2 large cups of coffee. The women drank, also having a light amount of toast and fruit as a breakfast, and when Raisha put her last cup down, I saw a tremor in her hand, and her eye twitched once more, though otherwise her body was unmoving. Karthi groaned again and crossed her legs more tightly upon finishing her own second mug of coffee. My wife’s resolve was absolute, but she had to be nearing the physical limits of her bladder. The fight she was putting up to stay in control of herself was tremendous. But I didn’t know how much longer she could persevere in the face of Raisha’s stoic determination.
We moved again to the living room. Raisha assumed her now-normal place on the sofa. She was sitting upright, her back as straight as a board, surely a result of the immense tension that she was being forced to handle. Her legs remained uncrossed. I thought I saw the heels of her feet come off the ground for a moment, one at a time, every so often, but this was such a controlled version of the normal desperate leg jiggling I was accustomed to seeing from desperate women that it was impressive for its sheer simplicity. Any other woman, Karthi included, would have their legs moving up and down at a decent pace if trying to stay in control of this mammoth load of pee while sitting. For Raisha, that nearly imperceptible movement in her feet was all she allowed herself. Discomfort was strewn across my coworker’s sweating face, her expression as sour as I’d ever seen it. But she remained, somehow, in control, like a ticking timebomb, but she would not blow. Raisha’s level of composure in the face of this torturous pressure was absurd. I could scarcely call it fair to call the signs she’d shown as cracks in her armor. It was more like a boiling kettle letting off steam. Her whole body was completely pressurized, but the only way any of that pressure ever released to the surface was in the form of an eye twitch here, a raise of the heel there. Minute, innocuous gestures. Part of me wondered just what it would TAKE for her to hold her crotch. It didn’t seem possible that she’d ever let her control break down to that level. By direct contrast, Karthi was a mess. Within minutes of entering the living room, the coffee must have started to reach her bladder, and any slivers of room that remained in her engorged urinary sack were now completely filled up. My wife’s bladder had unleashed a renewed onslaught on her defenses. It did not care about winning the contest. It cared only about relief. Karthi was forced to fight harder as her bladder squeezed and exerted even more pressure, her muscles now having to work twice as hard to keep the flood at bay. She was pacing the room, but this time there was a definite urgency to the pacing that was not there the night before. Last night, she was pacing due to discomfort. Today, 12 hours later, she was pacing because she was getting to the verge of pissing herself. As a big wave overtook her, Karthi’s hands came down to her thighs and she gripped the sari against her thighs hard. Her knees bent inwards, and while she did not hold herself, not yet, the desperation was evident in her body language and there was concern etched on her face. Her bladder had done so well, it had cooperated more than it ever had, but now it was beginning to finally rebel. For over 20 hours it had held firm, but now the damned drinks were finally becoming too much. I could tell that now she would only last for as long as she could keep squeezing her holding muscles at full power. If her control over her aching, tired bladder sphincter wavered even for a moment, it could spell disaster and the end of the contest. In the face of Raisha’s continued control, I knew that I would quit if it was me on the other end of this contest. But Karthi was dug in, and I realized that now more than ever, she was prepared to scratch, claw, and fight to the bitter end, one way or another.
Being with the two women as the morning dragged on, it was evident that Raisha was watching Karthi’s desperation with a look that was so unnatural it was almost inhuman. It was the epitome of a famished lioness stalking its wounded prey. Salvation, and relief, was so close. Her foe was at the end of her rope. The morning coffee had decimated Karthi’s defenses, while Raisha’s iron bladder bore the load even now. But minutes kept passing, and Karthi would not let herself leak. In the face of this continued resistance, Raisha’s expression had changed into one of contempt for her opponent. I thought I could detect a faint shaking coming from Raisha’s whole body, as her pristine figure struggled to keep suppressing the raging tides within. At 9 am there was a definite break in composure. However, it came not from Raisha, but from my wife. As the largest urge yet struck her, Karthi shoved one hand directly to her crotch in order to stay dry. With a groan, she still resisted peeing, but when the wave passed, Karthi’s hand did not return to her side, but rather stayed on her upper thigh. It appeared she needed the additional support, and needed to keep that hand within inches of her crotch should she need a repeat performance. For Raisha, this display of insolence from Karthi, refusing to concede an obviously lost contest, was almost more than her ego could bear, and upon seeing that Karthi was not quitting, my shapely coworker said irritably, “For God’s sake, woman. Isn’t it obvious that you can’t compare to me? Just piss yourself already!” Karthi gasped as another wave of bladder pain came over her, but then fired back with a cry of “Never! You can’t break me!” Raisha was almost seething with anger, and in a flash, she stood straight up from her spot on the couch and took a few steps towards Karthi, who was now stepping from foot to foot to fight her bladder. For a couple seconds I thought Raisha was going to initiate a real conflict and was about to step in, but then the taller woman stopped mere feet from Karthi and gestured to herself, “Look at me! And look at you! Do you see my figure? Do you see my bladder? Look at how large it has become! You can’t possibly outhold me! Give up!” Indeed, even if it didn’t work on Karthi, Raisha’s intimidation tactic worked completely on me. Her titanic bulging bladder was so enormous in front of her, so large it was obscene. It was almost as though she was flashing us, though her tight sari kept the bladder fully covered, but that was how uncompromisingly sexual the bulge appeared to me. Karthi’s engorged organ was no less impressive in size and scope, but the disparity of their composure was as plain to see as ever as the two women stood face to face. Raisha was pained and sweaty, her body almost vibrating, but STILL her control stayed firm as she stood upright, hands on her hips in frustration. Karthi’s eyes showed defiance, but her body was giving up on her. Her sphincter was overloaded with pressure, and her stepping from foot to foot had nearly become a hop as she tried to stay in place to look Raisha in the eyes instead of continuing her pacing. It took my wife a few seconds to compose herself enough to reply to Raisha’s command to surrender, but with a glint in her eye, Karthi spat back, “I’m fine. Let’s see how strong you are.” With Raisha’s face now going red with anger, Karthi turned to me and asked with sarcastic politeness, “Do you think we could have some more to drink? I’m thirsty.”
I never would have believed the question that came from Karthi’s lips, but there is was. I also never would have believed Raisha’s reaction to the question, as I watched her whole body visibly flinch at the idea of filling herself further. I almost thought she would be the one to halt me, but instead Raisha simply returned to her seat on the sofa, muttering curses and insults under her breath. But as I walked past her and into the kitchen, I heard a phrase jump out at me in amongst the tapestry of swearing – “You can hold it.” I entered the kitchen, but it took me a few seconds to focus, because I was busy comprehending the fact that Raisha was now having to give herself a verbal pep talk to maintain her composure. I thought carefully about my next move, and then, reaching into the fridge, I decided on my next weapon. I placed the next drink of choice down on the coffee table between both women – two more 1.25 liter cartons of black currant juice, one for each of them. Karthi, having been the one to suggest this additional liquid, made no hesitation in grabbing her carton and beginning to drink, even though this required putting her free hand on her crotch and twisting her legs to settle the vast ocean of piss that was banging at her gates. Raisha did not grab her carton. She sat, still as stone. I saw her glowering at the carton that was set before her. She was staring at it with nothing short of loathing. Could I detect just a fraction of fear mixed into that gaze, from what this liquid would surely do to her already corpulent bladder? I wasn’t sure, but still Raisha sat, making no move to pick up the carton, even as Karthi finally removed her own carton from her lips, now 1/3 drank. Raisha’s lips were moving, as if she was talking to herself, but there was only silence between them. I couldn’t tell if she was just that deep into her focus, going into the place in the depths of her mind and body that a true bladder queen must have access to in order to reach their full potential, or if she was simply going mad from the unrelenting strain on her bladder. A bead of sweat flowed down her face, from her temple down the outer edge of her cheek, before dipping to her neck and then onto her sari. Looking down, I saw her fists were balled up, knuckles completely white. The redness that had entered her face during her standoff with Karthi had not left, and if anything had grown and deepened in color. Raisha was like an overinflated tire about to burst, and her body began to shake once more. I could almost see the insides of her body calling out “Red alert! Red alert! The pressure is too much! She’s gonna blow!” No woman could stay this composed in the face of this many drinks, not even Raisha. Her hand began reaching for the carton, but she had only just raised it when her right eye twitched again, and then down her hand went. I waited a further minute, but even as Karthi put her own carton to her lips to continue drinking, Raisha kept her ample bottom firmly planted in her seat, her gaze set in an unbreakable staring contest with the carton of black currant juice.
“Raisha?” I asked, almost (almost) genuinely concerned about her, and that broke her gaze. She blinked, then turned her head to look at me, then back to the 1.25 liter carton of juice. As soon as the juice was back in her line of sight, her whole body flinched again. Her legs remained next to each other, uncrossed, but Raisha seemed to be tensing every muscle in her body to its maximum. Then, with a growl unlike anything I’d ever heard from a woman before, Raisha hastily swiped up the carton and put it to her lips, chugging furiously. Only after some seconds did she put it down to breathe, but her irate gazing upon the carton did not cease, and it was no more than a minute before she picked the carton back up again to continue drinking. Karthi was even watching her now with something between reverence and fascination, her free hand permanently glued to her vagina. But Raisha was a woman possessed, guzzling down the black currant juice with reckless abandon, and despite her late start, both women emptied their cartons at precisely the same time. There was no confident quip from my well-proportioned coworker now. She continued staring at the carton of juice, and her face now had a mix of horror on it. Karthi resumed her frantic pee dancing, as I willed her not to break. As the minutes passed, the juice was undoubtedly wreaking havoc on both women’s bladders. Raisha was almost quaking in her seat, her body finally rejecting the load it was containing. She was curling inward very slowly, as if the weight of her bladder was pulling and affecting a gravitational force on the rest of her body to circle around it. Karthi was leaning with her back on the wall of the far side of the room, hand clamped firmly on her vagina over her sari. My wife groaned, the loudest one she’d let out yet, but kept in control. Then I began to hear a high pitched whine. For a second, I thought I’d left the kettle on, though I had never set it to begin with. Then my ears adjusted and I realized that the sound was coming from the bladder queen Raisha. Her face was beet red as if she was a champion weightlifter in the midst of a record setting lift, and perhaps that wasn’t too far off. Her eye twitched once more, then twitched again. Her hands, which had previously been balled into fists at her side, were now clutching at the fabric of her sari on her thighs. The toll it was taking on Raisha’s perfect form to suppress this level of piss need was insane. It could not last, even for someone as physically gifted as her. Her whole body seemed ready to detonate. “Raisha,” I asked hesitantly, “Are you alright?” The proud woman jerked her head in my direction, and if I’d thought she’d been looking at Karthi with contempt earlier, it was nothing compared to the daggers that were coming from her eyes now. “You……..You knew what you were doing,” Raisha began, each word dripping with scowling disgust, “After all this…...coming back with more of that DAMNED black currant juice. Within an hour of drinking it yesterday, it had sent my body into overdrive. Already, my bladder felt full, and I had to clench hard to hold it in. But I did, because I am a real woman, and I can hold it. But it has been so long…..SO LONG that I have had to keep myself shut. You don’t know the power it’s taken! And now to force me to drink more of that evil, vile liquid?!?? There is not a woman on earth whose bladder could withstand it! It is torture! My muscles!” Raisha threw back her head, and for the first time since the contest began over 21 hours before, she wailed in bladder agony. “Ohhhhhhhhh!” the wail continued as Raisha’s sturdy thighs FINALLY crossed one over the other. Her composure had cracked at last. I could see adrenaline flowing through Karthi at the sight, even as she continued to step from foot to foot. The onslaught of pressure on Raisha’s sphincter had to be overwhelming, but still no piss spurted forth from between her legs. Finally Raisha ran out of breath, and when her head came back down, it was now positively drenched in sweat. Her eyes seemed simultaneously dark and gleaming, and this time when she looked at me I instinctively flinched away, for those eyes now held definite tinges of madness within. “You see?? You see what you’ve forced me to become?? What you’ve forced me to endure??” She turned to Karthi and raged on, “You will not win! I will not quit! My bladder can hold oceans! There is no limit! You cannot break me!” With another surge of adrenaline, Karthi managed to calm her pee dancing to a mere quiver, and answered back, “You cannot break me either! Endure as long as you want. Everyone needs to pee eventually…...even you, Raisha.”
Now that the heavily fortified dam of Raisha’s composure had been breached, the full-figured woman’s legs remained tightly crossed, and her hands were dangerously close to being thrust between them. I had no doubt that her shapely thighs were pressed together with enough force to crush diamonds. But as the adrenaline burst wore off of Karthi, I could also see just what dire straits my wife was in. Her bladder was at war with her determination to outlast the perfect Raisha. Karthi’s sari was damp with sweat from her desperate dancing and clenching efforts. Not ten minutes after Raisha’s outburst, Karthi doubled over for some seconds due to a new wave of increased bladder agony, the black currant juice having a similar effect on her as it was on Raisha. The willpower of the two women was unreal. By 10 am, it seemed that the entirety of both cartons of black currant juice had been deposited into the warring women’s bladders. Somehow their size even dwarfed their sizes from when each woman entered the kitchen that morning. “Painful” was too benign a term to describe what it surely felt like, to have their awesome holding tanks stretched to such awful proportions. I was sure the skin underneath their saris was red and angry. Karthi was huffing and puffing as she continued to frantically dance around the room. Raisha looked positively fit to burst, and was now groaning in pain at ever-increasing intervals. Similar to how she had stared upon the carton of black currant juice, she was now regarding her hands with something resembling terror. They were still clenched on her thighs, but appeared to be perilously creeping towards her vagina. It was as if Raisha’s mind couldn’t comprehend the fact that she might actually need to resort to holding herself to stay in control of her mammoth bladder. Then a prolonged groan was uttered, and it came not from Raisha, but from Karthi. My wife had sunk to her knees, both hands clutching desperately at her crotch to hold back the impending flood that was threatening to spurt out of her. Raisha’s eyes gleamed like fire, “Yes! I told you that you’d have to eat those words! You can’t hold more than me, Karthi! Let it out!” Karthi was whimpering in agony, doubling and redoubling her efforts to keep her exhausted bladder shut. She was seconds from disaster. Another groan was forced past her quivering lips. Sweat and hair matted her face, and with panic on her face Karthi fought the overwhelming urge. “That’s right! Piss! Piss!” Raisha cackled, venom tinging every word. The seconds passed, and soon turned into minutes, and still Karthi fought, on her knees, surely in her final spiral of defeat, but holding on with everything in her power. Raisha’s glee at the thought of victory had turned once again to bitterness, as she watched my wife continue to hold in her enormous load of pent up piss, which had to be right at the edge of her urethra but still would not burst forth. “Dammit, just quit! Have a piss! You need it! You need it! You-” Raisha yelled desperately at her, but Karthi’s position remained unchanged, and then a howl left Raisha’s lips as the largest wave of bladder shaking urgency yet wracked her body, and after another anguished moment of indecision, she finally plunged her hands into the crevice between her legs and unabashedly held her vagina with both hands to stem her own oncoming tides. “I refuse to piss!!! You can’t get me to piss!!!” Raisha wailed in misery, grinding against her hands, as if giving her fingers some sort of agonized lap dance.
It was a sight to behold, both women in the throes of complete and utter bladder torment, but still too prideful and competitive to give. Their bladders had to be nearly bursting inside them, begging and pleading with their owners to end this madness and release their rivers of dark, frothing yellow piss. Neither heeded these calls of nature, still resolute to the end that they could outhold the other. As the minutes passed, it became evident that once again the ladies had reached a stalemate, though this time it was a stalemate on the absolute edge of disaster. They were both on the verge of experiencing total bladder failures in their saris, but that did not stop them from putting every fiber of their being into the continued resistance from pissing. I couldn’t believe they still had reserves of muscle strength to draw on, such was the effort they were both pouring in to keep themselves clamped down with every additional second of holding. I looked at my wife, whose face was nearly purple from the strain of continuing to fight against her body’s needs. Her engorged bladder had to be sending waves of tremendous pain coursing through her constantly, but her will was unshakable. After nearly 15 minutes of maintaining her position on her knees on the floor, with both hands shoved deep into her crotch, Karthi gave a defiant yell and stood back up. The reprieve was short-lived, as she was letting out mewls of intense discomfort every few seconds while taking the smallest of steps, her legs needing to cross and re-cross multiple times, but her piss stayed in. Raisha’s entire form was quivering as she sat on the couch, her hands also violently pressing in to her vagina through the sari, preventing the absolute rupture of her overworked bladder. The two women were reaching the endgame of such a brutal hold, where their bodies would rebel no matter how much they tried to endure. “Raisha,” I asked suddenly, a question coming to my mind, “have you ever wet yourself before?” Raisha turned to me with a horrified expression, “Never! And I will keep it that way! You will see! My bladder does not burst. I do not pee before I am ready.” I continued to press, “Are you sure? Not even when you were a girl growing up?” “Never!” came the stark reply. Raisha then shut her eyes and screwed her lips shut to muffle a groan, and I imagined that she was picturing the relief that pissing all through her sari would bring.
Every new wave, every grunt of effort, every renewed crossing of legs and pressing of hands into their nether regions presented a new opportunity for the contest to come to an end. Both women’s bladder control remained on a knife’s edge. Losing the slightest bit of concentration for even a second could spell defeat. But these women were animals. Still neither would quit, despite it all. At 11 am I noted that Raisha was now snorting and huffing like a bull, taking great breaths to provide her faltering muscles with even more oxygen to continue the fight for survival. Karthi’s whimpers were high pitched and unending, as she’d reached a state of desperation I didn’t believe possible. Nothing seemed to exist to her outside of holding her bladder shut for a few more seconds, then a few more, then a few more. She was trapped in an infinite cycle of pain and desperation, facing an unbeatable foe, with no way out unless she gave in. But every few minutes she would catch my eye, and I knew that my wife was not going to give in on her own. But could her body really handle any additional pressure? Surely even will would not be enough soon. Karthi had parked herself for the time being in the chair in the corner of the room, where she had drawn her legs up to herself and was furiously kneading at her completely spent holding muscles. If I’d walked in on her without any prior context, I’d think she was performing an obscene masturbation ritual, but it was all simply a last ditch effort to keep her muscles from failing completely. Raisha stamped her feet in frustration and pain as yet another wave of bladder urgency came over her. “Fuck! Just pee so this can be over!” she yelled out, but her eyes were squeezed shut, and part of me wondered if Raisha was yelling at Karthi or at herself for her own foolish pride. She threw back her head and moaned again, overcome with the urges from her bladder that she was having to hold in. Their loads of piss had become white hot pressures within their cores. And the pressure never decreased. It was always getting worse, all the time becoming more brutal, more difficult to hold, using further amounts of inner resources to maintain. It was ridiculous that neither woman had burst yet. They were both dying to urinate in the worst way, perhaps worse than any other woman in history had ever needed to go. Of course this was past any limits I had known for Karthi. But my wife was proving that her strong bladder could match up to anyone, even the amazon stature of Raisha and her impeccable control. Both women had become increasingly frantic, if that could be possible, and I could sense that each of their holding muscles must have been twitching, threatening to fail and let their bladder bombs detonate at any moment. Only by intensely redoubling their holding efforts did each woman avoid springing a leak.
With something bordering on shock, I glanced at my watch and realized that it was now 12 noon. A full 24 hours had passed since our simple contest of wills and bladders began, and against every conceivable odd, both women remained unrelieved. With all that the women had been drinking, I had expected the contest to finish by late afternoon on the first day, and certainly by that night. Procuring the sleeping pills to keep the contest going through the night and into the next day had been a lucky stroke, nothing more. The two paragons of composure that had existed at the start of the contest were no more. In their place were trembling husks of women, overfull with hot, pressing urine, capable of doing or thinking about nothing except keeping themselves dry and holding. I had known that my Karthi would fight to the bitter end, though clearly I had underestimated where the bitter end lay for her. But Raisha’s competitive fire and resolve were nothing short of monstrous. Even with her once perfect posture broken, her will had refused to crack under the pressure. As she’d told it, she’d been clamping down for almost the entirety of the contest, and yet she continued to sit, her bladder now a tight drum ballooning from her abdomen, the heavy, aching piss that lay inside still under her control, if only just. Both women were mesmerizing, and I admitted to myself that I’d spent the majority of the morning in a daze as I watched them push themselves past any known limits. I thought it was only fitting to mark the 24th hour with a drink, as I was truly beginning to believe that neither of these women may be breakable after all. Perhaps the contest would continue indefinitely, the two women stuck in a neverending battle for bladder superiority. I knew this could not be true, and yet nothing that had happened thus far in the contest could adequately convince me that it was not at least a possibility. I went to the kitchen and checked our well-stocked fridge, returning with a 750 ml can of beer for each woman. Such was their focus that neither seemed to comprehend what was about to be asked of them when I set the 2 cans down on the table in front of them. “Karthi! Raisha!” I said firmly to get their attention, “I have to congratulate both of you. It’s been a full day, 24 hours, since either of you have released even a single drop of urine! I felt we could celebrate this achievement with a beer. Would that be acceptable for you?” Karthi could barely even look at the can of beer. It was like she was trying to look at the sun, the beer radiating a blinding pain in her eyes with every glance. It took her some seconds, but deep within, she still possessed a burning resolve for victory, and so she forced herself to rise from her chair and walk with halting steps to the table to claim her can. Then back to the chair, where she popped the can open before setting it down and burying both hands against her groin to stay in control of her flood. Raisha, for her part, appeared to be in a trance. Her lips were moving but I could not hear what she was saying. I leaned over near her face and caught the words, “More beer. Won’t pee. More beer. Won’t pee.” being repeated over and over, so softly that I could still barely make them out. The unforgiving level of fullness in her bladder seemed to be legitimately driving Raisha mad. I was beginning to get worried that she may not actually understand that she had to drink, but then Raisha’s hand struck out and clamped upon the beer can, and she brought it back to her body. The whole time her voice was raising in volume, emitting the same chant, “More beer. Won’t pee. More beer! Won’t pee! More beer! Won’t pee!” until she was yelling out the words, and with a final hysterical cry, Raisha forced the can to her lips and drank deeply. I cocked my head in Karthi’s direction for just a moment to see her grabbing her can to keep pace. Raisha was chugging with reckless abandon. Her eyes showed fury. Her body was so tense she could have been carved from granite. With her chanting stopped, the only sounds coming from the room were the gulping noises in the throats of both women as they choked down more liquid to add to their completely untenable load of long held piss. Then Raisha threw down the can, empty. Seconds later, Karthi put down her own empty can, having matched her rival once again. “Ahhhhhh!!!” a bloodcurdling scream shook the room as Raisha bent over, holding her giant, swollen abdomen in her arms. When she raised her head, there were tears of pain in her darting eyes, and she roared out “HOLD IT!!!” Her dedication to the task was frightening. On the other side of the room, Karthi was squirming hysterically in her chair. Veins were bulging on either side of her neck, and her cheeks were even puffed up from the effort. Both women were primed to explode. Neither did.
I devolved back into my haze as I watched the scene unfold in front of me. Both women’s control lay in tatters. They had nothing left. The war they waged against their bladders was ultimately unwinnable. But now it was I that felt stuck in a time loop, because the hands on my watch continued to turn, and every time I’d look back up, both Karthi and Raisha were still keeping their bodies on total lockdown. The pressure, the unrelenting, unstoppable pressure, was driving them both insane, but still neither woman would crack. They had kept their bladder control perfect for over 24 hours. Their level of effort was verging on disgusting for its totality. Each woman was a rock, firmly planted against the oncoming tides. And so, in the trance of my own, I did the only thing I could do. I sat and I watched. Sweat was now enveloping both women so much that their saris were becoming slightly see thru. Their bladders were utter monstrosities, globes of stabbing piss pain distended to the point that it appeared both women had large cantaloupes smuggled underneath their traditional Indian garb. Their holding muscles had to be clinging to their last vestiges of strength. The thought of holding in a composed manner was no longer even a dream – it was a dream of a dream. Karthi, if it was possible, was clutching her crotch tighter still, and I could even see the muscles in her arms working from how hard she was pulling up against herself in this last ditch effort to hold her pee. Raisha was moaning in pain and her whole body was shuddering. The shuddering had begun in earnest mere minutes after finishing her beer, and as time went on, it did not stop, not even for a moment. Her perfectly proportioned body had become so acutely overpressurized that I couldn’t believe she wasn’t erupting right then and there. The force of will needed to handle such an overbearing urge to piss was incomprehensible. By 1 pm I sensed panic coming from Karthi, as her muscles were hitting their final breaking points. She’d begun to shift with more and more franticness, and was at this point just a constant ball of energy, unable to hold in a single position for more than a second before needing to readjust again. She was using every possible crutch that she could think of to prop up her ailing muscles, but they were beyond exhausted now and were failing her. Raisha’s shuddering had only increased, and with it, she was now having uncontrollable, full body spasms that would rip through her out of nowhere. With each spasm she would grunt as if she was being struck, holding her bladder shut through each spasm with unfathomable levels of force. Our holding contest idea had become a verifiable horror show of desperation. Each woman had sunk to previously unplumbed depths to continue their hold, and now they were at the bottom – at bedrock. Nothing mattered but the hold. Their bodies were perfect, and they would force themselves to endure. “Why...don’t...you...just...QUIT?!” Raisha spat out in a fury. The question shocked both Karthi and I, for I didn’t know that Raisha was even capable of speech by this point. “You’re not…..better than me!” Karthi sputtered back, “I have…..to show my…..husband….that I am the best! I will outhold you Raisha!” Even as she said it, Karthi had to get up from her chair to furiously pee dance, which was quite the sight with her bloated belly quivering this way and that. Raisha’s eyes looked like they were about to bug out of her head, and she roared back, “I DON’T PEE! You cannot win against me! My bladder is perfect! It’s PERFECT!” With a yowl of pain, the voluptuous Raisha double crossed her legs and drove both hands against her vagina once more, as wave after wave of unrelenting bladder pain ripped through her. The pressure on both ladies’ bladders was ultimately too high. It was too much. They would tap. But instead they imposed upon their bodies one unalterable rule – HOLD. While a fountain of piss should have burst forth from both women at any moment, it didn’t.
The clock struck 2 pm. 26 hours of torturous holding separated both Karthi and Raisha from their last taste of relief. Their bodies were battered, their minds broken. Only their spirits remained to keep them in this excruciating battle of bladder dominance. Raisha, once a strong, confident woman with a bladder of steel, was now laying on the sofa. Her hands weren’t even on her crotch anymore. They were on her breathtaking abdomen, clutching at it as if to massage away the pain within. But of course, there was no respite. The only respite was to pee. And it was the one thing Raisha could not do. She lay, a suffering mess, her muscles spent but yet still holding on for dear life. Her shaking form was so delicate, I thought that one unwanted touch, one pinprick, would cause her to explode without hesitation. Karthi was no longer seated in her chair. She was on the floor, on all fours, and even in this position her spherical bladder nearly touched the ground. For the last 10 minutes she’d been sinking lower and lower, and I watched in dismay as my wife had to use both hands and grasped between her legs with such fury that she was now pressing her shoulder, neck, and the side of her face into the ground, her ass in the air with her hands pressing the soft flesh of her overworked vagina through the light material of the sweaty sari. She moaned again, as she had many times throughout the entire day. But this moan was different. There was no adrenaline behind it. It was a defeated moan. This was it – she finally could not keep the piss inside any longer. Her efforts had been incredible, but ultimately they would fall short against Raisha’s unbeatable iron bladder. Her bladder had reached complete and total emergency status. I waited with sadness for the river to burst out from the back of Karthi’s sari, where it would surely soak the entire floor in seconds. And I kept waiting. The flood would not come. Karthi was in the midst of her last stand against her body. Similar to Raisha earlier in the day, my wife was now muttering something so softly that I could scarcely make out the words. I got up and knelt down next to her, my warrior princess who had given her all for me, now laying in such a pitiful, unenviable position, and heard her – “I will hold it….for you. I will…..hold it for….you. I will hold it….for….you…” And on and on it went. Karthi’s feelings for me were so strong, her love so powerful, that even at this critical juncture, with nothing hanging between her and defeat, my wife would not quit. The floor in front of her was actually growing damp, but with sweat instead of piss, as my wife summoned reserves of strength for her holding muscles that I didn’t know anyone could possess. Then a bleating yell pierced the room. Something within Raisha had finally snapped. Before, her body had been shuddering and shaking. Now, it had begun to rumble. It was a deep rumble that grew and grew until she was almost flopping like a fish on the sofa. With a cry of anguish, Raisha sat up, her hands trembling as they clawed at her crotch underneath the sari. Her bladder was in total rebellion. Its maximum capacity had finally been reached. The proud woman snarled in defiance of her body, willing her overloaded bladder to continue its grueling hold, to withstand even this incomprehensible onslaught of pressure. Her thighs began moving rapidly in and out, and Raisha’s eyes widened in astonishment as her body continued to fail her. “Noooooo! I can hold it! I can! I will!” she wailed, refusing to submit. Her current position bringing her nothing but unflinching agony, Raisha stood and held herself tighter still. Her thighs were quaking involuntarily, every ounce of energy having been used. “Noooooo!” she cried out again, searching her entire perfect body for any shred of strength to force to her bladder’s holding muscles. And then came the admission that I didn’t think was possible – “I can’t hold it!” The words left Raisha’s lips almost tentatively, despite being a shout. Those words were intruders on Raisha’s lips. They did not belong, and saying something so completely unbecoming of herself had to feel wrong. And even with those words still hanging in the air, Raisha did not pee. Something deep inside her would not let the piss come out, no matter what it cost. “I can’t hold it!” she shouted again, voice beginning to go hoarse. Her legs crossed tightly again. Her sari remained dry. “Aaaagggghhhhh I CAN’T HOLD IT!” she called desperately, staring in the direction of Karthi and me but not really looking at us, her eyes unfocused and glazed, her energy sapped. Her gigantic bladder joined her thighs in quaking, but Raisha bent double and howled in pain as she clamped off the flow yet again. The two women remained like this for minutes on end, in one final stalemate, both still as statues, their muscles clenching with whatever remained of the dregs of their willpower. I put my hand on my wife’s shoulder, urging her silently not to crack now, not when she had come so far. Karthi began sobbing in pain from the wracking effort of the hold. It was about to be too much. With a calming breath, I readied myself for the inevitable as I rubbed my wife’s back. “You did good,” I whispered in her ear, trying to keep the overwhelming emotion I felt for just how strongly my wife had toiled on my behalf from seeping into my voice, “You did real good.” And then Raisha raised her head enough to stare the two of us down, clarity in her eyes once more. Her mouth was moving but was struggling to put a sentence together. Wearily, coasting on adrenaline, Raisha began to stutter, “I…...I will…..you…..hold…..bladder….perfect…..” A new wave of utter desperation ripped through her, and Raisha’s body almost pulsed from the effort to hold on, but then her eyes went wide as the radiating desperation in her core only continued to increase. She became maddeningly frantic, her face equal parts desperate and determined, her legs moving like an earthquake and her whole body following. No woman could contain such insurmountable pressure, no matter the depths she was willing to go to fight against it.
With one final scream, Raisha erupted. Piss exploded from under her sari, drenching the immediate area in seconds. She was a bathtub tap on full blast. It was as if every fiber of her bladder control had detonated all at once, and now the piss was forced to rush out with as much speed and determination as she had used to keep her bladder shut for the last 26+ hours. Her face was wearing an expression of terror as she gazed upon her defeated, deflating bladder. The piss continued like a storm. The sari had become completely see thru, and Raisha’s piss was coating the floor so quickly and effectively that it was pouring over my pant legs as I knelt with Karthi, and it went into my wife’s knees, face, and shoulder as well, despite my best efforts to shield her. Raisha couldn’t bear to look at us, as the piss streamed out of her unabated. Her control was totally, helplessly lost. The fire in her eyes was extinguished. She now had nothing but somber defeat. It took over 5 minutes of ridiculous, full-scale blasting before Raisha’s piss slowed to anything resembling a normal stream, and another 3 minutes before that too ran dry. The whole time, Karthi’s control hung by the slimmest of margins, but she could not let her victory be soured with an unintended piss. Not now. Not after having come so far. When Raisha’s piss finally came to a halt, her bladder now mercifully empty for the first time in over a day, she had no more grand speeches to give. With her head down, Raisha spared us one final look, and then she stumbled hastily to our front door and out of our house. As gently as I could, I pulled my bursting maiden to her feet, and gave Karthi a hug and kiss that she richly deserved. “Dear…..I must….” she managed to get out, and I pulled her close and told her, “I know. You did so well. You deserve the piss of a lifetime.” We walked together to the bathroom, Karthi with shaking steps, keeping one hand firmly planted on her crotch at all times. I helped Karthi out of her sari, and she sat nude on the toilet with me standing in front of her, admiring her in all her glory. Her bladder bulging as large as a soccer ball, her skin stretched to its maximum, her thighs trembling, but she had held out. As she sat on the toilet, I waited for a burst of piss, but it did not come. I looked down at her, and she looked back up at me, having to grit her teeth from the strain of still holding onto her enormous load of pent up, frothing piss, and she asked me, “Do I have the strongest and biggest bladder of any woman that you know?” I nearly laughed with relief from the question, and while kneeling down to kiss my wife once more, I told her, “Yes, you have the strongest, the biggest, and the most PERFECT bladder of any woman I’ve ever known.” We kissed again, Karthi smiling brightly despite the overwhelming pain coming from her bladder, and then for the first time since noon the day before, she let her bladder’s holding muscles release, and we continued kissing as her deluge of piss poured into the bowl. Her pee hit the water in the bowl with such sound and clarity that I couldn’t hear myself think. She had held it all for me, just as she had promised to do. As with Raisha’s, my dear Karthi’s stream continued to blast out of her for over 8 minutes, but our kiss lasted far past the point that she finally ran dry. |
Warning: This story contains spoilers for Attack on Titan season 1. If you haven't watched it I highly recommend you do so before reading this! The story is set at the very start of the Female Titan arc, and as such follows the events of the Trost arc. It is also a non-profit transformative work, and as such falls under fair use. I hope you enjoy!
The candlelight flickered, casting intermittent shadows across the small study, which had begun to grow dark as the sun hung ever lower in the sky. Rays of dim crimson light still hung across the fields outside the barracks which had recently become the base of operations for a small branch of the Scouts. Hange was however far too focused on her work to notice the sunset. Page by page, she was sorting through and meticulously studying a towering pile of documents she had collected on the titans and what little was known about their origin, hoping to find something, even just one tiny detail that’d give humanity an edge in the battles to come.
Heaven knows we need it. She thought.
The titan incursions over the past few years had demoralized the remnants of humanity almost to the point of giving up, and though the recent recapture of Trost had given some hope, many remained disgruntled. For the Scouts however, this was a time of change. Commander Erwin had begun discussing plans for an expedition into the long lost territory of Wall Maria, and this had instilled a mix of dread, apprehension and cautious optimism into almost all those who were privy to it. For Hange however, the only thing she truly felt was excitement. Regardless of how the mission went, it was all but guaranteed that there would be plenty to study from the outcome. Couple that with the recent discovery that it was in fact possible for humans to transform into titans, and the possibilities for what might be found out there were staggering. She took another gulp from the large pot of black tea she had brewed for herself in preparation for the evening’s study session.
These next few months should be very interesting indeed.
Suddenly, her musing was interrupted by the sound of the study door opening. It was Moblit, Hange’s trusted aide. The best word she could think of to describe his appearance was “drained”. His eyes hung low, his hair was a mess and he had dark circles under his eyes.
“Section Commander, your presence was expected at the on-site briefing over an hour ago…” he said in a tone that was equally apathetic and frustrated.
“Ah, my bad! Then again, you look like you managed it just fine on my behalf, eh?”
Moblit did not look impressed.
“So fill me in, what’re the bigwigs throwing at us this time?”
“Well, the main subject of discussion was that there’s a group of new recruits from the 104th cadet corps that are set to arrive this evening, I believe the Commander wants us to prepare them as best we can for a possible mission outside Wall Rose, as well as talking to them about our advanced formations and titan behavior.”
Hange’s eyes lit up.
“New recruits… 104th… Tell me, Eren Yeager wouldn’t happen to be one of those recruits, would he?”
Moblit shook his head.
“I’m sorry Section Commander, but he’s been sent to train with Levi Squad for the time being. He’s being prepared for departure as we speak.”
Hange leaned back and groaned loudly.
“Aw, come on… How come shorty gets to have all the fun? I mean yeah, he’s good at dissecting titans but he doesn’t seem interested in understanding them at all! Kind of a waste, if you ask me.”
“I’m sure Commander Erwin will want you down there too soon enough.” Stated Moblit.
“Well whatever happens, I’m not letting Levi cut my most prized new specimen to pieces. At least, not without me watching…” Hange mumbled as she let a feverish grin creep across her face.
Moblit simply sighed.
“I’m sure you’ll get your chance. I’ve got a written transcript of the briefing for you here. Also, they’re expecting you to meet with the new recruits tomorrow so please make sure you get enough rest. And…” he paused “Try to take care of your… other needs as well, Section Commander.”
Hange scoffed.
“Oh, don’t worry about me. I always do my best work with an empty stomach and a full bladder!” she proudly declared.
When Moblit still appeared unconvinced she switched her approach.
“Look, I’ll be fine. I’ll make sure to take care of myself… within reason, of course. You should go get some rest now, Moblit.”
Moblit gave her one last concerned look, and then turned to leave.
“I suppose that’s the best I’ll get… Goodnight, Section Commander.”
With that, he closed the door to the study, and Hange resumed her work. Minutes turned to hours as she continued working her way through the papers, completely neglecting the transcript Moblit had brought her with a half-hearted mindset of “I’ll deal with it later”. As time passed, she kept absent mindedly gulping down her tea, and it wasn’t long before her body began to react. It started as a dull pressure in her abdomen, far too weak to draw her attention away from her reading, but it soon graduated to a steady, pulsing pain stretching across the length of her bladder. Still she paid it no mind, although her foot had already begun to tap rhythmically on the floor as she shifted her weight in her seat. Finally, as she reached the end of a particularly boring and (to her mind) pointless paper on titan physiology, she became aware of her body’s increasingly pressing need.
“Right, bathroom breaks.” She muttered, remembering what she’d told Moblit. As she stood up however, the change in position sent a sharp jolt through her bladder, causing her to double over and jerk her arms down toward her crotch instinctively. In her haste, she knocked the giant teapot over, spilling it’s contents over a stack of documents she had yet to read.
“No, dammit, no!” she shouted as she began scrambling to recover the papers, frantically shaking the liquid off them and drying them off with the sleeves of her shirt. Finally, she had them all back in order but just as she was almost done assessing the damage and was about to turn away and hurry to the bathroom, her eyes were drawn to a particular point on one of the documents that had now been quite badly stained. It was an old investigation by an unnamed individual into the inner workings of the Order of the Walls. Hange leaned closer, bringing a candle in to discern the smudged letters. She had always dismissed the Order as just crazy, delusional fanatics, and had attributed their prominence within the walls to the fear inspired by the titan attacks. But what if there was more to it than that? What if those obsessive preachers actually knew something? Something they hadn’t shared with the rest of humanity… She had to know. She looked down at her abdomen where a small bulge was starting to jut out as her bladder began to stretch, pulsing in protest to being denied it’s plea for release.
“Sorry pal, but it looks like we’re going to have to hold on just a little longer.” She grinned.
With that, she sat herself down and began scouring her papers for anything and everything on the Order of the Walls.
When she sat down, she had crossed her legs tightly in order to stave off her growing desperation. This had worked alright at first, but her body was growing closer and closer to demanding relief. Within the first 20 minutes, she was shifting around uncomfortably, occasionally bending forward in a subconscious attempt to relieve some of the pressure on her already strained bladder. 30 minutes and she had both her hands firmly planted in her crotch and as the hour drew to a close she could barely sit still, intensely fidgeting, tapping her feet and constantly recrossing her legs. Eventually, as the hour passed, she finally realized she was about to hit her breaking point. She had made the mistake of trying to stretch her back, briefly removing her arms from their position applying pressure between her legs to extend them far above her head. The moment she straightened her back though, a spurt forced it’s way out, spreading along the inside of her underclothes. It only lasted for a second or so, but it was more than enough to snap her attention from her work back to her now bursting bladder.
“Ah, damn… okay… this is bad…” She mumbled, feeling herself turn red.
As much as she was happy to push her body’s needs to the side in the name of research she had no desire to wet herself. None at all. Using one hand to push herself up (with the other now firmly pushing down into her crotch) she staggered to her feet and felt the liquids being held within her rush against the wall of her urethra. She bit her lip and held it in as hard as she could. This really was getting dire… The study bathroom was just down the hall, but to Hange in her desperate state that journey felt like it’d take an eternity. She hobbled out of the study, feeling a few more drops escape as she did so.
“Shit… come on… just a little further now… you can make it…” she began rambling to herself as she held herself with all the force she could muster.
Every step now was agony, so much so that she couldn’t help from letting little spurts and drops out with each one. Finally, she reached the bathroom door. She shakily moved her hand toward the handle, grasped hold of it, and pulled.
Locked.
“No… no, no, no, no don’t you dare- ah!”
Another huge spurt violently forced it’s way out of her heavily protesting, overstretched bladder. She started dancing from foot to foot, desperately clenching her urethra to hold back the flood that now felt like it was mere moments from bursting free and soaking her. She loudly banged on the door.
“Come ON, whoever’s in there! Not to rush you but this is kind of an emergency here, so unless you wanna help clean up the floor I suggest you get out quick- ah, damn it!” she cried as yet another spurt forced it’s way out.
“Ah-um… s-sorry, I’ll be right out! J-Just one more minute, please…” came a very nervous sounding voice from the other side of the door.
But Hange didn’t have one more minute. Hange didn’t have one more second. She was in agony, her bursting, leaking bladder stretched well past it’s limits.
“No-! You have to… right now… please- ah, no damn it, no!”
She was so close. So close to getting the relief she so desperately needed, but she just couldn’t wait anymore. She’d overestimated herself. She made one final attempt to hold it all in, crossing her legs as tight as she could, pushing down on her crotch and clenching herself with every ounce of might left in her body, but it wasn’t enough. She spurted for a few seconds, then again, and then her bladder finally gave out. Knowing what was about to happen (and realizing that she was powerless to stop it) she uncrossed her legs, spread them wide, and cocked her head back as her body took over. There wasn’t any buildup, just a long, powerful stream shooting out from between her legs as all her pent-up urine burst free, flooding her pants within seconds and hissing down into a rapidly growing pale yellow puddle beneath her feet. Though she knew she should feel embarrassed, she had held it for so long that the relief of finally letting go overwhelmed all other feelings and sensations. She sank to her knees and moaned, still peeing full-force. However, as she began to feel her bladder emptying and as her pee started to taper off from an intense hissing stream to a steady flow, she heard the sound of the bathroom door unlocking and swinging open. A blushing young girl stepped out, no older than 15 by the look of her. She had blonde hair, and stunning blue eyes, and was dressed in the typical scout’s uniform. She looked down at the still peeing Hange and gasped, covering her mouth.
“Wh- a-are you… O-Oh no, I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to… I just- I mean, I know this is the study bathroom and it’s reserved but I- we just arrived and everyone else got there first- I mean, all the other bathrooms were full and I just had to- I- well I really had to go and stumbled in here, and well I just- I know you were waiting but I didn’t think you’d- you know, oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” the girl rambled, almost tearing up in the process.
Hange was gently panting in an attempt to regain her breath and calm herself down.
“Hey uh… don’t worry about it…” she muttered.
“No, I shouldn’t have- I mean I know I could’ve waited if I tried! I could’ve… oh, I really didn’t mean to make you…” the girl cried.
Looking over her more thoroughly now, Hange realized that this must be one of the new recruits who were scheduled to arrive this evening. Beginning to regain her composure, she decided that the best course of action would be to try and calm the poor girl down, despite the situation she had accidentally caused. She felt the last few trickles leave her exhausted bladder, and staggered to her feet, meeting the girl’s eyes.
“Hey, don’t sweat it. You’re… one of the recruits form the 104th, right?”
The girl nodded, and Hange smiled.
“Ah, well then it’s a pleasure to meet you! I’m Section Commander Hange Zoe, but you can just call me Hange, if you like. Normally I’d offer a handshake but I’m… pretty sure you don’t want my pee on your hands.” She laughed, trying to put on a good natured smile.
The girl went even more red, but she did allow herself a small, nervous smile. It was at this point however that Hange noticed something else. The girl was subtly stepping from foot to foot, occasionally crossing her legs.
“I’m uh… guessing I interrupted you before you had the chance to finish there then, didn’t I?”
Once again, the girl gave a very short, embarrassed nod, softly pushing one of her hands in between her legs.
“Tell you what then, I don’t want you worrying about this going forward. I mean, it’s pretty much my fault for waiting as long as I did rather than just going, so let’s just forget it, alright? That said, I’d hate for you to have to struggle with it too, so you head back in there and finish up. Now you’re right that this particular bathroom is technically off-limits to recruits and anyone who isn’t using the study, but I’ll give you a pass on one condition… I want you to tell me your name.”
The girl looked up as the apprehension in her gaze began to fade.
“Oh, um… It’s Christa. Christa Lenz.” She said quietly.
“Christa Lenz, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance! I look forward to sharing everything I’ve learned about titans with you and your comrades in the days to come. Now, go take care of that predicament of yours, would you?”
The girl smiled sheepishly, muttered a quiet “thank you”, then hurried back inside the bathroom. As Hange turned and began walking away, she heard a quick, even slightly frantic rustling of fabric, followed by a muffled hissing sound and a gentle sigh of relief. She grinned.
“Now then, I believe a change of clothes is in order…” |
Hello! Yes, after long last (almost 4 years) I’m back with another exciting and highly detailed story to share! Actually many, many stories to share. You see– I never actually stopped putting on my special shows when I disappeared from this site so long ago. I just stopped writing about them. But I think now’s the time for a comeback! Since my absence I’ve indulged myself in this fetish liberally, and have amassed maybe 100 stories or more, though they have yet to be written down. What you’re about to read is one of my most daring and most memorable shows yet. It happened before all of the pandemic craziness, and the names of the people involved are obviously fake. This involves a (very minor) traffic accident (not my fault, btw!) so it’s also not something I’d be comfortable publishing were it not from a couple of years ago now. I’ve also noticed that this site now strongly discourages the kind of public behavior I routinely engage in, so to prevent this from being deleted or flagged or something like that let me give the following disclaimer: this is all made up! Yeah that’s right– none of it really happened so don’t even think of deleting it on moral grounds. I would never dream about doing any of this in real life and neither should you. So there! Without further ado:
I was on my way to a Walmart one fateful Sunday evening, ready to put on a spectacular piss show, when an old sedan rear-ended me. My pee desperation levels were maxed out, so when my car lurched with a loud thud I almost lost control in my seat. It was only a small ding, but you know how car accidents can be— adrenaline immediately began surging from its glands and I was gripped with that hyper-awareness that makes the rest of your conscious life seem like a foggy malaise. Without thinking I pulled into the nearest parking lot, noting how empty it was. The small shopping center contained a Dentists office, closed, a Chinese restaurant, also closed, and a mattress store with the light still on. The old sedan rolled in after me and I caught a glimpse of the lady who would end up witnessing one of my greatest shows of all time.
It was the dead of winter at the time, and I was appropriately clad in warm apparel: light blue, high-waisted Levi’s, its fabric soft and thick and tight as hell, cinched with a large belt, a cropped cream sweater and some cute brown boots with knitted leg warmers coming up to my knee. No panties. I got out of my car and rushed over to my soon-to-be antagonist to ask if she was ok. She was a stout black lady with a disheveled wig, an enormous bosom, and a mean look in her eye. Her teenage daughter was with her. “Yeah, yeah,” she said, “You?”
“I’m fine.” No sense in trying to hide the obvious. “God, I am about to piss my pants though!” I reflexively shoved my hand into my crotch and cinched my knees together to buy some time.
“It’d serve you right, lady! What the hell were you doing back there??” I was shocked. It would serve me right? To piss my pants?? I’m always unreasonably aroused when my bladder’s full to bursting, and this woman’s callous words suddenly reminded me of what I had left the house to do in the first place. This was as good of an opportunity for a wetting show as any other, I figured. Hell it was better— my captive audience would apparently relish the sight! At the same time, though, the sheer gal of this lady took me aback. She was the one who hit me after all. I won’t go into details, but just know that in the end a well-placed security camera exonerated me. My innocence in the matter was plain enough, so it was shocking that this woman (I’ll call her Denise) was going to try and argue otherwise.
“Excuse me?” I guffawed. We exchanged some heated words while assessing the damage and trying to figure out what happened. I paced back and forth in small, anxious steps during our conversation, shamelessly squeezing my pussy and bending my knees at random intervals to hold back the flood gates. Denise watched this with a cruel smirk. “Whatevuh, pee pee dansuh,” she chided. That’s ‘pee pee dancer’ for those of you who can’t decipher Brooklyn dialect (not that we were anywhere near New York). She obviously felt very clever for thinking of it and would refer to me as that for the rest of our encounter. It turned me on like crazy but for appearances sake I pretended to brush it off.
Despite the damage only being a dent on my bumper, it became very clear to me that this was not going to be resolved without involving insurance. Denise agreed “Call 911 then and lets get a report!” So make the call I did.
While speaking to the dispatcher I noticed Denise head to the mattress store entrance. An employee was fiddling with the door, and she spoke with him briefly in a hushed voice and slipped in. It was such a minor detail— at the time I hardly even noticed. It took a few minutes to give the dispatcher all the necessary info, and after confirming that an officer was on their way I dutifully called my husband to fill him in on the situation. He detected the hints of desperation in my voice and asked me if I was going to hold it together— not if I could, mind you, but if I was going to choose to. (He was out of town visiting family at the time, so he couldn’t be as candid as he normally would be) I smiled at that and told him probably not. He laughed. Denise strode confidently out of the store around this time, catching my eye and smirking. “Well fill me in later. Have a good time,” my husband said and we exchanged loving pleasantries before hanging up.
“They got a nice bathroom in that store,” Denise called over with heavy notes of smug satisfaction. “What?” I responded stupidly. “Yeah I was lucky I caught that guy. He was just locking up.” I looked over. Sure enough the open sign was unlit. Then, just at that moment, all the lights in the store turned off. I couldn’t believe the cheek of this lady. The nerve. A few seconds of awkward silence passed by while I stared in disbelief and tried to parse out my next moves. It goes without saying that I was incredibly turned on by this point. I mean I wasn’t planning on finding a restroom anyways, and here Denise was gleefully pointing out that the last one near me was closed. Well if she wanted a show then I’d give her one!
“No no no no no!” I shuddered, walking desperately over to the store. I doubled over and grimaced, once again shoving my fingers under my crotch, then frantically tried to open the door. Locked, obviously. Denise let out an evil cackle. “What is wrong with you!?” I exclaimed. “Why didn’t you tell him I needed to use it too!”
“Oops. I fuhgaht.” Then she erupted with another burst of laughter. Her daughter, leaning against the car and staring at her phone, chuckled too. Out of all the daring wetting stunts I’d pulled, they were never in front of someone who had expressly wanted to see it happen (apart from my husband, but he doesn’t really count). It was clear at this point that Denise did, just to witness what she perceived to be cosmic justice. I carefully walked back to my car and stood with one hand over my face and another jammed into my groin, knees cinched together, looking positively distressed. It took a few minutes for the officer to come.
He was a young guy, kinda scrawny for a police officer, and had clearly been working a long shift. We gave him our licenses and insurance cards, and separately gave him our accounts of the accident. Denise took an extra long time with her obnoxious retelling. When it was my turn he looked at me sympathetically— I was squirming through the whole thing. “Don’t worry ma’am, I’ll try to make this quick.” It was a sweet gesture. Little did he know I wasn’t planning on holding out. Once he got all the information down he went back to his car to write up the report.
Meanwhile Denise decided that now was a great time to Facetime one of her friends and have a loud conversation over speaker phone. We were leaning against our cars and facing each other with two parking spaces of distance between us, so I could hear every word.
Now’s a good time, I thought. My legs were closed tight— an obvious camel toe was on display thanks to all my crotch digging. I threw my head back and clenched my fists, then muttered pathetically “Oh god I can’t hold it... Oh fuck…”
Denise interrupted her inane babble, reeking with cruel anticipation “hold on— check out pee pee dansuh over here. She about to piss huhself!” She held up her phone camera at me and smirked. Her daughter, standing next to her, even looked up from her phone for once. I felt a warm trickle teeter just at the edge of my urethra.
A loud burst rushed into my pants. “Uhhhh!” I shuttered. It was a forceful gush, but I cut it off quick, my chest heaving, and looked down to inspect.
An obvious stain had spread up my crotch and around my inner thighs. It was small, but dark and glistening. Denise cackled menacingly, and chided some indecipherable commentary to her friend on the other line. I even heard her friend over speaker phone go “oh my god.”
I sniffled and stammered meekly while covering my face (secretly loving every moment), “Oh shit… please… please don’t video me…”
“Video you? Hah that’s a good idea!” Denise barked at her daughter, “Clarissuh! Get this on camrah! Could be used as evidence.” It was just too perfect. Sure enough, Clarissa raised her phone and blatantly began filming me, and Denise kept her phone trained on me for her friend to see. I shoved my hand into my still damp crotch and moaned.
“Uhh… uhhh…” Then I let loose at full blast. Molten urine started spraying loudly against the inside of my jeans. “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”
My clenched hand forced the stain rapidly up my fly all the way to my belt and then across to my pockets. I could feel surging warmth climb up my ass crack too. I watched as it spread, glistening, to the outer edge of my thighs and erupt out of the side seam of my jeans in a thick, golden arch, splattering on to the ground. I removed my hand and held it away from myself to let the piss trickle off my fingers. Then I uncovered my face and looked up, wide-eyed, straight at Denise. She stared smugly in a triumphant pose, enjoying every moment, and smiled. “Ooo you nasty. Serves you right, bitch.” I looked down at myself again.
The stain began cascading down my legs, streaming almost on the outside of the tightly wrapped denim, and started soaking into my knitted leg warmers. “Oh my god,” I sensually shuddered. It felt so good to let loose at max pressure. Orgasmic even, with all that hot piss gushing over my clit. Hopefully my arousal wasn’t too obvious. A thick cloud of steam started to rise out of the massive, ever-darkening stain. I looked up into Clarissa’s camera, wondering if I would end up on her snapchat or twitter. Pee continued enveloping me in my jeans. Then the police officer suddenly appeared.
“Are you alright, ma’am?” he looked at me, mortified, and still pissing a torrent.
“Yeah, I… I just couldn’t hold it.” I sniffled, trying to look as helpless as possible. Mr. policeman watched in disbelief as pee started to pour from the tops of my boots. Then he noticed Denise and her daughter. “What the hell are you filming her for?”
“Clarissuh keep that on!” Denise barked. “Listen I know my rights! I can film whoevuh I want! This is evidence!” Her friend on the other line chimed in “oooh she steamin’!”
The officer stepped between us to block their view. “Jesus christ show some decency, will ya!” He turned to me and asked if I was going to be ok. I nodded my head, noticing the camera strapped to his shirt and wondering how much footage he had captured of my accident too. “Alright well I still need a few minutes to complete my report. You don’t need to engage with them at all.” He took one last timid glance down. “Let me know if you need anything.” And with that he went back to his car.
By this point I had finished peeing and was standing in a small puddle. My leg warmers and boots were containing most of it (not to mention almost every inch of my super wet and steamy jeans.) I leaned back against my car feeling utterly relieved and quivering in the sweet afterglow, warm all over despite the evening winter chill. Then Denise, with her impossibly smug face, interjected, “All bettuh, pee pee dansuh?” I glowered at her. “Ha that looked like it felt good!” Clarissa even piped in, “Oh my gooooood!” Wheezy laughter was coming out of Denise’s phone, still trained on me. It’s disembodied voice beckoned to another faceless stranger, “Hey come here, come here. Look at what Denise seein’” I just stood there and face-palmed (with my piss-soaked hand, accidentally!!), breathing heavy, red in the face.
After another minute of humiliating commentary I took a deep breath and wiped my hand on one of the few dry spots still on my jeans, and my now wet face with the neck of my sweater. My wet clothing had quickly gotten exceedingly cold, and begged to be removed. So I walked to the trunk of my car, pulled the towel out of my gym-bag and placed it over the drivers seat. Pee loudly squelched in my boots with every step. Denise suddenly said something that chilled me and turned me on all over again. “Man, haha, send me that video Clarissuh.” She was no longer filming. “I’m puttin’ that up on Facebook!” I wondered briefly if I was about to become an infamous internet icon.
I sat on the towel with my legs dangling out the car door and started peeling off my boots and socks. Piss poured out of each boot when I upturned them. My socks were heavy, completely drenched. Denise and her posse continued to lambast me. Finally I’d had enough, “What is your problem, lady?!?!”
“Next time why don’t you just piss yuh pants, huh? Instead of driving around all desperate!” So that’s how she wanted to paint it. Talk about desperate.
I snapped back, hot tears in my eyes “Both of these accidents are because of you! You’re inconsiderate and rude!” Just then, during my righteous indignation, a pleasant sensation throbbed in my nether regions. Now relaxed and in a sitting posture, I realized that I still had to go. “God,” I sniffled, “I still have to go…”
“Haaaahah! Yeah? Whats stoppin’ you??” Denise was having the time of her life. So was I. I stood up with my bare feet squared away, my legs parted slightly, and looked her dead in the eye. Determined. Defiant. Then I flexed my fingers, and my pelvic muscles, and felt a strong flood of piss fill up my jeans. My clit, previously numb against the freezing fabric, was once again submerged in a molten current. I involuntarily gasped with every wave of pleasure, my mouth opening more with every shuddered breath. The denim glistened and steamed again in its wake, and with no fabric dry enough to absorb it, pee began to gush out of the ankles of my jeans, noisily splattering onto the pavement below. “Damn, bitch, you nasty.” A much larger puddle was growing around my feet now. My second wind lasted about 30 seconds, much longer than I had anticipated. Finally the steady stream died down to a dribble, then to a slow drip.
“There,” I sighed heavily with relief, exhausted. Denise and her daughter, staring in fascination, didn’t know quite what to say to that.
I sat down in my car and closed the door, content to wait for the officer to finish his report. The temptation to pamper my swollen clit was strong, so in the privacy of my car I rubbed against the crotch inseam of my jeans with a straight face. Mr. Policeman talked to Denise first, as briefly as could be done and then promptly bid them good day. Then he walked up to me (unknowingly standing in my pee puddle), and handed me back my ID and insurance with his own business card wedged between them. He tried not to stare at the pants-sized stain while he went through his spiel. We parted amicably. He drove away shortly after that, leaving me alone in the parking lot pretending to have a phone call with my husband. Naturally, I proceeded to tear open my damp button fly and furiously masturbate. It didn’t take long to reach a paralyzing climax.
That concludes my comeback story. I hope you liked it! Before you ask: no I never was able to find that video online, despite obsessively searching on every major platform. I suppose they thought better of posting it– maybe they figured out it made them look like total jerks! Or maybe it only exists on some private board devoid of any omo enthusiasts like us. Whatever its fate I hope it doesn’t surface any time soon. In hindsight I regret doing something like that on camera, as lovely as I’m sure it made me look. Sorry but I don’t think I could ever share that side of me online in a non-anonymous way– writing under pseudonym is about the farthest I’ll probably ever go. Anyways, share all of your compliments and spread the word about my return. This was one of the hottest wetting experiences I’ve ever had– to be honest nothing really tops it. Nevertheless, I look forward to publishing more stories for you guys! Until next time! |
It's here! It's late, but it's here. I had a lot of fun writing this one, but the downside was that the length kind of got away from me. Oh well.
Author's note: Throughout the fic, I refer to the bodies and the people in them with different pronouns. The idea is that they aren't comfortable in the others body, and thus wouldn't call it theirs. Not sure if that would have bothered anybody, but I figured I'd just give a heads up.
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Day 27: Body swap Kazuma+Megumin (KonoSuba)
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The town of Axel prided itself on being a haven for adventurers. Anything you needed, you could find within its walls: food, weapons, armor, and rare magical items. The latter were sold by a buxom lich named Wiz, who was neglecting her role in the Devil King’s army to try her hand in the retail market. It had been a mixed bag so far. Some days, Wiz could have sworn everyone in Axel paid her a visit. On others, she was lucky to see even her regular customers.
Days like today, Wiz mused, watching two of said regulars browsing her shelves.
“Kazuma, check this out!” cried Megumin. The wizard of the Crimson Demon clan pointed at a stone idol sitting on a high shelf. “Isn’t it awesome?”
“Oh, that’s a cursed statue,” Wiz explained. “It’s on sale for 50,000 Eris!”
“What? Why would I want to buy a cursed statue?” asked Kazuma, the NEET and thief in Megumin’s party.
“O-oh, right,” Wiz stammered, blushing. “You, uh, don’t buy it for yourself; you give it to your enemies as a gift.”
“Hmm. Would it work on the Devil King?” Megumin inquired.
“Sadly, no,” said Wiz. “It has no effect on the undead and/or unholy."
“Great,” muttered Kazuma. “What have you got that’s actually useful? I wanna spend my Eris from the last quest on something good.”
“Well,” said Wiz, rummaging around behind the counter, “I have this ruby ring. It lets you cast Fireball as often as you want. It only costs-”
“Fireball!” scoffed Megumin, offended. “An inferior impersonation of the mighty Explosion!” She snorted in disdain. “Next!”
“Um, I also have these Iron Boots. Put them on and you can sink-”
“No!” cried Kazuma. “Never!”
Wiz was puzzled by his outburst, but declined to comment. Sensing she was losing him, she began to get desperate.
“There’s this portable toilet!” she offered. “I’ve worked out the kinks; it’s much quieter now, I promise!”
“Hmm. That might come in handy,” said Kazuma, much to Wiz’s surprise.
“No way!” shouted Megumin. “We’re not spending money on something like that!”
“But- fine,” grumbled Kazuma. “Let’s go, Megumin. Megumin?”
The Crimson Demon wasn’t listening. She reached up and grabbed something from a shelf.
“Kazuma, check this out!” Megumin extended her hands, revealing a golden ring large enough to fit around someone’s wrist. It was covered in writing in an unknown language.
“What is it?” questioned Kazuma, moving in for a closer look. He reached for the ring, and Wiz felt a jolt of panic as she recognized the item.
“Wait, wait!” cried the lich. “Don’t-”
But it was too late. As soon as Kazuma touched the ring, a flash of white light enveloped the store. Wiz closed her eyes against the glare, and when she opened them, her two customers were sprawled on the floor.
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“Kazuma! Kazuma!” He heard his name being yelled, sounding like it was coming from miles away. “Kazuumaaaa! Wake up!”
Groggily, Kazuma opened his eyes.
“Yes, I’m Kazuma,” he said. But it wasn’t his voice that came out. It was Megumin’s.
“What the hell?” Kazuma screamed, suddenly wide awake. He jumped up and looked down at himself. Instead of his familiar green clothes, he was clad in Megumin’s red dress. A quick glance down the front of the shirt confirmed it: he was in Megumin’s body.
“Hey! Quit staring!” yelled Kazuma’s voice. Kazuma looked over to see his body, red-faced and shaking its fist.
“I’m so sorry!” Wiz cried. “I tried to warn you! That’s the body-switching ring,”
“Well, un-body-switch us!” snapped Megumin-in-Kazuma’s-body. “I don’t want him using my body!”
“S-sorry,” said Wiz again, “but it doesn’t work like that. The effect wears off in twelve hours.”
“Twelve hours?” cried Kazuma-in-Megumin’s-body.
“That’s right, Megumin,” said Wiz. “I mean, Kazuma. Hang on, this is getting confusing.” The lich snapped her fingers. “I know! We’ll keep calling the people inside the bodies Kazuma and Megumin, but refer to the bodies themselves as Kaz and Megs. For example, ‘Megumin was mad at Kazuma, who wouldn’t stop staring at Megs.’”
The two murmured in agreement.
“Everybody got that?” Wiz asked. "Good."
“Sure,” said Megumin. “Now, stop looking at my boobs!”
“Huh?” asked Kazuma, eyes not moving.
“Quit it!” yelled Megumin. “Or else!”
“Or else what?” jeered Kazuma. In response, Megumin stood up and wordlessly pushed a large vase off a shelf.
“Oh no,” said Megumin unconvincingly as the vase shattered, “how clumsy of me. Here, allow me to pay for the damages.” She reached into Kaz’s pocket and pulled out a huge stack of Eris.
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop!” Kazuma cried in a panic. “Let’s just get out of here, okay?”
Outside, the body-swapped pair ran into the third member of their party: Aqua, arch-priest and goddess of water.
“Hey, Kazuma!” she cried. “Guess what I found at the market?”
“Something useless, no doubt,” Kazuma grumbled.
“Wha?” shouted Aqua, taken aback. “Megumin, what’s gotten into you?”
“I’m not Megumin, I’m Kazuma,” he said.
“Wiz accidentally switched our bodies,” Megumin explained. “We’re stuck like this for twelve hours.”
“Are you kidding me?” yelled Aqua. “I am gonna slap a lich-”
“Forget it,” said Megumin. “Let’s just get back home.”
“I wonder how Darkness is gonna take this,” Kazuma grumbled.
“Don’t worry,” said Aqua. “I’ll break the news gently.”
“Darkness! Darkness! Kazuma’s stuck inside Megumin!”
“Dammit, Aqua!” screamed Kazuma.
“It’s not like that,” Megumin reassured Darkness. The crusader was staring at them, her cheeks bright red. “Kazuma and I had our bodies switched by magic.”
“Oh, I see,” said Darkness. “What are you going to do?”
“We can’t really do much of anything,” Kazuma explained, “except wait for it to wear off.”
“In the meantime,” Megumin added, “I’ve got to make sure Kazuma doesn’t do anything perverted with my body!”
“Hey, I said I was sorry!” Kazuma protested.
“Whatever,” said Megumin. “For the next eleven hours, you’re not leaving my sight!”
Hours later, the two were seated on the floor facing each other, locked in a battle of the wills.
“I’m watching you, Kazuma,” Megumin warned.
“Yeah, yeah, I got it,” Kazuma grumbled. He shifted to a more comfortable position, leaning back with Megs’ legs spread.
“Hey! Don’t do that!” Megumin shouted, a blush appearing on Kaz’s face. “I can see your panties! I mean, my panties! Oh, you know what I mean!”
“So what?” asked Kazuma. “I couldn’t see them, even if I tried.”
“That’s not the point!” Megumin protested.”I-”
“Tea time!” Aqua entered the room with a steaming teapot and two cups, interrupting the squabble. “You’ve been sitting here for a while, so I figured you could use some refreshments.”
“Thanks,” said Megumin, taking the pot and pouring out a cup. “I am pretty thirsty.”
“Me too,” Kazuma admitted. They drank their tea, then resumed their stare-off.
It wasn’t long before Kazuma realized something unpleasant: Megs’ bladder was a lot smaller than his own. He tried to ignore the building pressure, but he found it harder and harder to hold still.
“Kazuma, what’s going on?” asked Megumin. “You’re fidgeting.”
“Am I?” said Kazuma, a note of panic creeping into his voice. “Y-you must be imagining things!”
Crap, this is not good, he thought. She’ll kill me if I do anything pervy with her body. And peeing definitely falls under that category! What am I gonna do?
Minutes ticked by agonizingly slowly, and Kazuma could feel the urge getting worse and worse.
“Are you okay?” asked Megumin with a note of concern.
Oh, I can’t take this anymore, Kazuma realized. “I have to pee!”
Just as he’d predicted, Megumin freaked out upon hearing that.
“W-what?” she shrieked, standing up in shock. “You can’t do that! Not in my body!”
“Gimme a break!” Kazuma retorted, rising to meet her. “We’ve got seven hours left of this! What do you want me to do, die of urea poisoning?”
“N-no, but…” An even brighter blush appeared on Kaz’s face. “I need to pee too!”
“Aha!” cried Kazuma vindictively. “You’re such a hypocrite, lecturing me like that! Well, if that’s the way you want to play it, then fine! You’re not allowed to go to the bathroom either!”
“No, no!” cried Megumin. “That’s not what I-”
“Ahahaha!” Kazuma laughed. “Mutually assured bladder destruction!” He was still laughing when he felt a drop of urine leak into Megs’ panties. He looked over, and could tell Megumin was facing the same problem. Their eyes met, and the two wordlessly agreed to a truce. With hands between their legs, they rushed to the bathroom.
Outside the bathroom door, Kazuma and Megumin had a quick rock-paper-scissors match to determine who would go first. Kazuma won, as usual, and dashed inside. When he turned to close the door, however, he realized he wasn’t alone.
“Megumin, what are you doing?” he cried. “I won fair and square!”
“I know that,” said Megumin, “but I need to be here to make sure you don’t do anything perverted!”
“Seriously?” Kazuma groaned, but he felt another spurt and decided not to argue. Taking care to look straight ahead, he hiked up Megs’ dress, lowered her panties, and sat on the toilet.
“Don’t you dare look down!” Megumin warned, red-faced.
“Yeah, yeah, I got it,” Kazuma grumbled. “Now will you be quiet? I can’t pee with you lecturing me!”
“Sorry,” Megumin mumbled. Kazuma took a deep breath and let himself relax. Soon enough, he felt warm liquid snaking through him, and then the sound of urine splashing against the basin. Megumin stared wide-eyed as he peed.
“So that’s what it looks like,” she whispered. Kazuma narrowly managed to avoid peeking.
This feels so weird, he thought. It feels like the piss is coming out of nowhere! Man, I can’t wait for this to be over.
Eventually, the sounds of splashing below Kazuma came to an end. He started to stand, but Megumin held up a hand to stop him.
“Hold on,” she said. “I don’t want you to get my panties wet.”
“Huh? I’m done here; there’s no need to worry about that.”
“N-not exactly,” said Megumin hesitantly. “When girls pee, we usually have to… wipe.”
“Seriously?” yelled Kazuma. “After you gave me all that crap about not doing anything pervy?”
“I know, I know!” shouted Megumin. She grabbed a bit of toilet paper. “Here, I’ll do it.”
Kazuma closed his eyes and tried to ignore the tingling sensation as Megs’ privates were wiped clean. Once the feeling passed, he stood up, redressed, and flushed the toilet.
“Ah, that’s better,” he sighed. “Now it’s your turn.”
“Okay,” said Megumin. She stood in front of the toilet, then hesitated. “Um,how do I do this?”
“Crap,” Kazuma muttered. “The toilet bowl’s tiny; you’ll probably overshoot if you sit down. Looks like you’re gonna have to stand and aim.”
“B-but,” Megumin protested, “then I’d be touching your… your…”
“There’s no other choice,” said Kazuma firmly, though he felt Megs’ cheeks grow warm. “Just point it straight ahead and pee.”
Megumin swallowed, then undid Kaz’s belt, letting his pants and underwear drop to the floor. She looked down at his penis, then took it in her hand and aimed at the bowl.
“Could you not stare at it so much?” Kazuma requested.
“Sorry,” Megumin mumbled, lifting her gaze. She let out a little sigh, and Kazuma looked away as the telltale splashing noises began again. It would be too weird to watch Megumin pee while in his body. Instead, he listened as she used the toilet, humming to herself all the while.
“Um, Kazuma?” Megumin called after about a minute. “I’m finished, but it’s, um, it’s dripping.”
“Oh, right,” said Kazuma. “Just give it a little shake and it’ll be fine.”
“If you insist,” said a clearly embarrassed Megumin. Moments later, the toilet flushed again, and the two exited the bathroom. Megumin cleared her throat.
“Um, Kazuma?” she said. “Thanks for not being, you know, weird.”
“Any time,” said Kazuma. He couldn’t help but stare at the obvious bulge in the front of Kaz’s pants, and he could only imagine what Megumin was thinking, but neither commented on it.
“Let’s, uh, let’s go to the kitchen,” said Megumin. “It should be almost time for dinner.”
“Sounds good to me,” said Kazuma.
Night fell, and Kazuma and Megumin went to bed still in each other’s bodies. When Kazuma woke up, he looked down the front of his shirt. It was perfectly flat, but he checked his pants just to make sure.
“Yes!” he cried triumphantly. “Oh, I’ve missed you, little guy!” Relieved to be back in his own body, he headed downstairs to join the others at the breakfast table.
“I’m glad that’s over,” Megumin commented, buttering a piece of bread.
“You said it,” Kazuma agreed.
“For what it’s worth,” said Megumin, “your body wasn’t as gross as I thought it would be.”
“Um, thanks, I guess,” Kazuma replied. “Same to you.”
“I just can’t imagine it,” Darkness piped up. “The thrill of someone else controlling your body, knowing that they could use it for any number of degenerate sexual acts… oh, it makes me tingle just thinking about it!”
“Whatever, weirdo,” Kazuma grumbled.
“Ooh! Do you think Wiz still has the magic ring?” Darkness asked excitedly. “I’m gonna go check!”
“Wait!” Kazuma shouted as she rushed out the door. “Darkness! Don’t do it!”
“Here we go again,” Megumin muttered as they rose to chase after the perverted crusader.
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Up next: In a school uniform |
It was quite the journey as to how I got to this point. It was a beautiful day. Cloudy with a slight breeze, on the verge of raining. I was in a suburban neighborhood with lots of trees, standing outside the gate of a very nice bungalow, admiring it's beauty and architecture, while holding a new set of the main gate's keys in one hand and my phone in the other. I watched the taxi that dropped me off disappear into the distance before turning my attention to my phone's screen as I read a message I got earlier in the morning... A rather weird one honestly, but intriguing nonetheless.
"Dear Major Seitshiro.
Congratulations. You've been selected amongst hundreds of participants to lead a team of professionals. We'll simply refer to them as that for the time being.
You're duties, should you choose to accept them, which you have seeing you're at the safehouse, is to lead, handle and assist them in whatever situation you find yourself in, maintain their health and security, see to their needs and wellbeing and above all, be a teammate they can look up to and rely on.
This experimental program is being conducted across the world in 6 different countries, and you're leading the South African team. Depending on the level of success of these 6 countries, we shall see about including more nations. All in due time you see.
We need not remind you that due to the very nature of this program, it must be kept classified at all times. As peculiar as this sounds, we shall not monitor EVERY aspect of your progress, as that is simply impossible and impractical, so you and your group's personal privacy will be guaranteed. But be warned that we will know if and/or when you decide to leak this sensitive information to the public. Believe us, we WILL know.
This is as much as we're obligated to help you. From here on, you're on your own. You'll hear from us eventually.
Best of luck to you Major. And congratulations once again.
PS. We left you a package inside the house. One of the professionals should have it stored away safely for you."
...Huh ... Okie dokie then. Rather ominous but still optimistic.
Taking a deep breath, I pocket my phone and grab my 3 suit cases and 2 large bags then proceed to open the gate, climb the stairs in the garden and knock on the door 3 times. I'll describe how the front yard all looks a bit later. A moment later, I hear various locks opening before the door opens (Why so many locks now??), and I'm greeted by the sight of a young absolutely gorgeous black woman. Damn! My heart skipped a beat as I let her beauty radiate all over me. She was petite, her frame consisting of almost straight lines and slight curves, and she was nearly as tall as me and had very short but stylish hair. Her face is stern and rather cold as she looks me up and down, and I see that stern look change to one of annoyance.
"And now??" I asked myself internally as I barely raised an eyebrow.
"So you finally show up. Ladies! He's here!" She yells in a moderately British accent as she walks back to what I presume is the kitchen because of- sniiiiif Ooooooooooh that smells epiiiiic.
I enter the house which immediately goes to the living room. Hmmmm, very nice indeed. A mixture of modern furniture, bare brick walls and a bare ceiling with wood struts and beams decorating the ceiling space. A laminated wooden floor, big and wide windows, a gigantic curved flat screen TV dominating one of the walls while some comfy looking couches line the other walls. I see a comfy-looking shaggy carpet underneath a long coffee table in the middle of it all, which itself was surrounded by large pillows. Who ever decorated this place did a fucking fantastic job.
"Well look who took his sweet time to get here."
A different voice, and she sounds pissed off. I turn around to- wait there's 4 of them?!
Coming from the kitchen and standing in front of me are four unbelievably beautiful ladies. Two black,one yellow bone and one coloured. Jeebus! The looks I'm getting from all 4 of them combined... To say it's nerve wrecking is an insulting understatement!!
They stood in a row. From the left to right, the first one was the one who opened the door for me. She was the tallest and almost reached my height like I said. Her body was almost straight lines and slight curves, with an almost flat chest and from what I could see, a small yet firm and rather plump ass (paradoxical, I know). Right now she was wearing very tight fitting blue jeans, white high heel boot hybrid thingies that went all the way to her knees, a white jacket that exposed her midriff with a blue shirt underneath. Her stylishly short hair was in what we call a brush down here in South Africa.
Next to her was an equally tall lady with orange and blue glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. She was also petite, but her curves were MUCH more prominent than the first one. (GORGEOUS LEGS!) And even though she's facing me, I could tell that ass is very prominent indeed. Her hair was in a braid and was a mix of blue and silver that extended all the way to her waist. She was wearing a white and blue dress, along with white stockings, an orange jacket similar to the first lady's one and black-and-white takkies. Her beautiful face, combined with her glasses and rather big lips, gave me the initial impression that she was the "Nerd" of the group I gotta say.
The third one was the 2nd tallest of them all. She was a little more than a head shorter than me so I had to look down at her slightly. Her skin was lighter than the first two, and we call that yellowbone down here. As in her skin is literally caramel coloured compared to the usual brown or dark brown you'd see. Quite well endowed but with a very prominent ass (so much ass around here!!) and now that I take notice, her breasts were bigger than the first two. Probably B+ or C cups while the first two were definitely A's or A+'s. She had short hair like the first one and combined with her pretty yet strict and royal looking face (which was in the shape of a slightly vertically stretched heart), she had a rather powerful aura surrounding her. I wouldn't be surprised if she was the group leader. She was wearing a simple yellow body-hugging dress that ended hallway to her knees and silver high heels that showed off her toes, and from her wrists to her neck she was covered in jewelry. Rings, bracelets and a golden necklace. Yep, I'm pretty sure she's the group leader.
And the last one's the shortest. Like she doesn't even reach my shoulders and you'd have to tilt your head down a good angle just to properly look at her, which adds an unfathomable amount of cuteness to her sexyness. She radiates badassery but I can tell by the way she's looking at me, despite the serious look she has on her face, there's a noticable amount of warmth coming from it. At first glance she might be the nicest right now. Anyhow her outfit was very... Trap and Hip Hop ish. Black and white sneakers, a short jean-skirt with fishnet stockings, an oversized multi-colured jersey, and a rather cool headband that has her black braided hair in a pony tail. Despite her being serious, she also had a big wide grin on her cute face. Probably the chilled one of the group.
All in all, they're all fucking gorgeous and like I said, scream badassery.
"And an hour late on top of that." Oh yeahhhh I forgot about them being mad at me for apparently being late. She continues with that same look of annoyance on her face as she shook her head slowly.
"Look. We are VERY good at our jobs. And the least you can do is be on fucking time!" The presumed group leader states with more aggressiveness, prompting me to slightly lean back and raise my hands in the way that said "*Woah! Chill will you?!".
"Ey, girls chill. Damn you getting all on his case now! He probably had his reasons for being late, and you haven't even let him introduce himself yet." The short one comes to my defence, and I quietly sigh in relief. The others grumble silently or just glare at her before sighing, and that's my cue.
"Thank you. My apologies for being late ladies. Totally my fault." I apologized sincerely.
It wasn't at all.
Didn't even know I was late to begin with.
"It won't happen again. Anyhow, I'm Major Kamogelo Seitshiro, South African Air Force. My callsign's Jaeger, but you can call me Kamo." I introduced myself quite warmly as I extended my hand. The short one continues to smile as she shakes my hand. Hmm, good grip.
"I'm Lieutenant Preenah Darren. Those two skyscrapers are Captain Ludina Ntsiki and 2nd Lieutenant Thando Letusi. And the royal queen here is Major Totholetso, but you call her Jada. Always. Call her Jada." She takes the honour of introducing the others to me, earning more death glares which she happily ignores or doesn't notice at all. Probably the former.
"It's a pleasure to meet you beautiful ladies. Really, it is. I'm glad to be working here with you." I said with a gentle smile and warmth in my voice, and for a brief moment I swear the other three's expressions soften. "As you know, I'm your new mission strategist and handler, faithful private pilot and well... glorified caretaker." I softly chuckled as I rubbed the back of my neck. To be honest that's really what I am right now. Not that I'm complaining. They roll their eyes with even more softer expressions while Preenah chuckles.
A thought that I forgot suddenly hits me. "Hey uh, what happened to... The guy before me? Command reported that he just disappeared." I asked then curiously. Suddenly, all 4 of them take a deep breath and avert their gazes at me, a look of pain growing on all their faces.
"Oh uh... s-sorry I didn't mean to-"
"Nonono, Don't worry. Is... Is all good. That's uh...um... A story for another time." She cut me off with a painful smile... And I felt my heart twist in pain... I just met these ladies and already I discover some painful memories they have hidden. But well, like she said. A story for another time.
I cleared my throat as she looked at me. "Well... let me... Show to you to your room, since none of these bitches will do it." She said with a smile, earning a laugh from me and an even more powerful death glare from the other three. They lightly pushed her before going back to doing whatever they were doing a few minutes ago as I followed Preenah down the hallway. My eyes get drawn to her large butt. Yes for such a tiny human she has a very gorgeous posterior.
"Hmm... This is a very nice house." I commented as I looked around while we walked. "The garden, the rooms I've seen so far, even the hallway. Some remarkable interior designing. It's freaking fantastic."
"Heheh! Thanks homie. It's was aaalllll me." She said as she turns to look at me, pointing her thumbs at herself while she walked backwards with a proud and wide toothy grin on her face and a hint of a blush as well. "I love interior decorating and gardening. It keeps me busy, a lot of working with my hands, and it always turns out beautiful. It's also quite expressive. That's beautiful in itself." She said as we pass what I presume is her room. Damn. She's quite the deep artist I must say.
"Welp, I love it." I simply add up with a wide smile to which she blushes even more. She turns away from me and unlocks and opens the door of what I presume is my room with a key card. Hehe, she's cute.
"Here you go. Home sweet home." She says with her arms wide open, all exaggerated like. Heheh, I like this one. I smiled as I put down my bags and observed my room. Nothing that fancy really. A comfy looking bed, lights built cleverly into the ceiling, a computer at my desk, a giant window with a good view of the city, a rather large wardrobe. It was rather empty but it was a lovely room to begin with.
"Hey. Don't mind the other ladies. They... Well they have a tough time trusting new operators like yourself. And... They're still in pain from... The previous guy. But like I said, that's a story for another time." She says to me with a look of understanding on her face and I nod gently. "And what about you?" I asked her as I tilted my head.
"Well someone's gotta not be a bitch all the time and help you ease in to things." She says with a chuckle. Hmm, good point. Though something tells me there's more to what she's saying than she's letting on. "Oh before I forget." She says as she opens my empty wardrobe and gives me a briefcase. "This package came for you. And it's to be opened only by you. Otherwise it'll set off some acid bomb inside and destroy whatever's inside of it. Whoever designed this wanted to make sure only you opened it. Very confidential stuff, I guess?" She chuckled as she looked up at me.
"Huh! You're right." Ah here it is. I gently took it from her and examined it. It was a black briefcase with a lock and a fingerprint scanner on it. I looked at her and smiled, to which she smiled back.
"Well, gotta go. Come join us for supper around 9." She says and I nodded as she walked out the door with a bounce, and I couldn't help but watch her butt as she disappeared from view. I smiled at that, her large ass was beautiful. Not like I'm gonna say that out loud.
For now.
"Alrighty, let's see what we got here." I said as I closed the door, sat down and put the briefcase on the table. I'll unpack later. Remembering a meeting I had a few weeks ago, I put my thumb on the fingerprint scanner. A blue LED light scans my thumb before it beeps a green light. A small pop reveals a small key out of the side of the scanner. I then took it out and unlocked the locks.
Opening the briefcase, there was a smaller case containing a Desert Eagle XIX along with some special magazines. Damn that's a big pistol. I put those aside for the moment and pulled out another small case with what looks like contact lenses. Along with a couple of colourful syringes, a nice-looking blue smart phone (my favourite colour), a small instruction manual and several IDs and passports with a few nice looking wallets. Wow, I'm surprised. The higher ups do have taste after all.
So in a nutshell, the manual says I had to inject the colourful syringes in a certain order into my arm, no big deal. Then I had to activate the smart phone and for the moment I put the other stuff back in the case and closed it. Then the manual said I had to put on the contact lenses.
"Never had to put on contacts, but alright. Here goes something." I said as I carefully out them on. I blinked alot as the alien feeling was unusual and a tad bit uncomfortable. Suddenly I heard a gentle whirring sound as the contacts glowed blue. I struggled for a few seconds to make out words that appeared in my vision.
"Huh... Eye Calibration in progress. Initiating installation in...3...2...1-"
wwrriiiIIIIIII!!!!-
"GAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Out of nowhere it feels like an army of bees are stinging my eyes, and IT FUCKING HURTS! The pain threw me off the chair and onto the floor where I rolled around, clutching my eyes while I screamed and cursed in pain. All I could see was what I think was red with streaks of light blue and just PAIN!!! GAAAAHHH!!!
I must have alarmed the ladies because a few seconds later they literally broke down the door, pointing their large pistols into the room, ready to kill whoever had the audacious guts to break into their house with extreme prejudice. But after a second of surveying the room, they were both relieved that wasn't the case and shocked to see blood trailing down my face from my eyes as I rolled in the ground in agonizing pain.
"What happened?!" Preenah said with worry in her voice as she and I presume Thando helped me up and sat me on the bed.
"Why you gotta be so heavy! I mean damn!" Thando said as they let me go.
"I'ma guy, ssssst... guys are usually heavy. Check the-the stuff kn-on the table." I said through gritted teeth as the pain lingered in my eyes. I felt hands on my face and I presume it's Ludina with a first aid kit, so she started working on my eyes.
"Can you see?" She asked me as she flashed what I presume was that small flashlight doctors use... I couldn't see it, but I could feel the slight heat on my skin from it and my eyes were numb from the pain so I still can't see. I shook my head as the pain slowly started to fade away.
"I can't see. But I'm not panicking." I said calmly as I think they were looking at each other.
"First day here and already you're causing trouble. Wow, command really picked a good one this time." I heard Jada say with angry annoyance in her voice, making me sigh silently. Well it looks like I'm not in her good books.
"Jada, relax. He was following the instructions in this manual." Preenah said, very annoyed with her boss right now. I think she knelt infront of me. "Okay it says here that there that... After putting on the contacts, there might initially be a small amount of pain-"
"Fuck. King. Bull. Shet." I said bitterly and all of them almost laughs I swear!
Clears throat "Then after, a much more serious pain might be felt as the software installs. Once the installation is complete, the pain should fade and your vision should return within a few minutes. Afterwards...... Whaaaat?" She trails off and she sound amazed.
"What? What is it?" I asked confused.
She's quiet for a few seconds.
"... You just basically installed a Heads Up Display into your eyes, connected to a computer made up of nanobots that are controlled by your brain. Equipped with all sorts of nano-sized sensors and displays. It'll give you a lead edge in the field and can give you information on the spot. It's linked to the military's satellites and other data hubs. You got... Basically unlimited information flowing though your eyes dude!" She exclaims excitedly.
... I'm like 😳
I presume Jada is like 😳
And Ludina is like 🤯
While Preenah is like 😆
And finally Thando is like-
"YOU LUCKY BITCH ASS BITCH!" She says with the same amount of excitement and disbelief as Preenah and her violently begin shaking me. "You basically installed a high tech computer in your eyes, and brain I think?" She asked me as I felt her wipe away the blood on my cheeks. "Well not the brain, just the eyes. I think? it's kinda confuse so I'll-I'll looking at the manual properly. I feel little twitches beyond forward my eyes. It tickles honestly." I said with a chuckle as I twitched a bit, but I also notice how my speech didnt make sense there. "I can also feel something like tiny sparks in my head and my eyes feel like they're straining." I said as I felt weird sensations in my head.
"Warning. The installation of the HUD is extremely painful and will render you blind for a few minutes. Other side effects may include uncontrollable twitching as the nanobots connect with your nervous system and your optic nerves, and numbing of other bodily systems. The amount of pain inflicted and which other systems get affected depends on the user." She finished as I felt her come close to me. "Oh NOW they say it'll be extremely painful." I spat out. (--)
"You feel anything else?" Ludina said as she gently gripped my head and turned it a few ways to look at me. Yep she's the team's medic. "Other than your gentle hands, nope." I said trying to lighten the mood, and I swear I can hear her smile. "Wait, it's slowly coming back, I can see blurry light." I said as she flashed it in my eyes again. "Okay that's good." She said with relief.
For the next few minutes my vision slowly came back, and Ludina helped me to the bathroom where she cleaned off the remaining blood off my face. "You'll unpack tomorrow. Come join us for supper in the meantime." Preenah said as she leaned against the door. I kinda feel like she adopted me in some weird way. She's been all over me since I got here. Not in an obsessive kind of way, but it was very noticeable. And it felt nice. "Perfect timing. I am starving. Let's go." I smiled as I washed my hands. I took one final look in the mirror before I left. I didn't see anything new or unusual so I gave it no thought.
Supper time 😎
So all four of them were prepping supper before I arrived. And oh my goodness the food was absolutely fucking fantastic! I made small talk with the ladies as we ate in the dining room around a medium sized circle-shapped table.
"So, glorified babysitter, tell us about yourself." Preenah said as she drank some red wine with her food.
"Welp." I started. "I'm in the Airforce like I said. I was in 2 Squadron so I flew Gripens before I was transferred here. Before that, I was in 17 and 14 Squadron so I flew Hercs and Rooivalks. I'm a Virgo, love taking long walks, enthusiastic about aviation in general, I love guns, dogs and cats, blood doesn't bother me, I'm observant, detail-orientated, and I love chilling when I can, I like arts and craft, cleaning and cooking and staying up late and video games... That's just a brief summary, and of course there's alot more." I finished nonchalantly.
They looked at me with a lot of suprise and wide eyes, making me chuckle. "What about you ladies?" I asked. I then noticed Preenah shifting in her seat. She's been doing that since we started eating. Thando as well.
"Well, were all Professionals as you know, but our masks in the public life? I'm a professional dancer and choreographer, Thando's a linguistics expert and diplomat, Jada is one of the chief executive officers at Denel and a number of other firms, and Ludina's a primary school teacher and a model." Preenah summarised with a smile as she shifted her weight in her seat again while Thando took gentle deep breaths.
It was my turn to look surprised. Wow, these ladies take their shit seriously.
"Wow. Noice." I said with a smile. "We have dreams as well, you know. Being in this position is honestly an unintended side effect of getting to where we are and where we wanna go. It's challenging, like wow. Never knew a girl had to go through so much." Thando said with a proud grin as she shifted again, Preenah tenses up. "But we love it." She finished up as she drank her tea. I just smiled and nodded as the mood relaxed more.
The dinner went on quite smoothly in contrast to earlier that day. We talked, got to know each other a little better and even laughed here and there. Jada was still as hard as ice and still gave me that icy condescending look, but she was noticeably more warmer now. At least she wasn't insulting or criticising me this time. Wonder how long that's gonna last.
Preenah on the other hand was loving this. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she might have a crush on me. But I highly doubt it. Maybe she's just glad to have another team member of the opposite sex here. Either way, she had this big, warm, cute smile on her face the entire time, even though she shifted alot the entire time.
Thando warmed up to me quickly as well, smiling even. Though not as much as Preenah, and Ludina still eyed me with alot of criticality. Ah well, it's only day one. Hopefully things will warm up.
Later that evening..
Ah, that was deliciously filling. A rather good way to end the day if I do say so myself. Preenah told me that starting from next week, I'd be in charge of the house chores including the dishes during the week while they alternate during the weekend. No sweat... I hope. I enjoy cleaning so I had no problem with it. But I also wanna have my lazy days.
We all decided to call it an early night while Preenah finished up with the dishes. When we finished eating, a thunderstorm arrived and it started raining, and combined with this super ultra comfy bed, I was pretty much in bliss. My room had two windows. One large window took up an entire wall with a sliding door to a balcony, and a smaller circular one next to my bed. I didn't close the curtain on the smaller window, so I was watching the rain hit the window, watching random trails snake downwards... Beautiful... heh, for some reason I'm thirsty now.
The loud volume of the rain outside and me not wearing any slippers or sandals meant my footsteps were completely silent. And that was a silence I didn't want to break. As I was walking, I got lost in my thoughts of how the day went, subconsciously scrutinizing some of the day's notable events.
Getting to the doorway that leads to the kitchen, I see Preenah doing the dishes. She was in her PJ's, a long-sleeve thin purple jersey and lavender coloured pants that outlined her impressive ass very well, along with plain white socks. She's humming to herself as she was preoccupied with her cleaning. I was about to say hi and go get my water when out of nowhere the most amazing thing happens...
She's standing there doing the dishes, slightly dancing a bit to a song she must be playing in her head. I saw no hint of desperation in the way she was standing. My eyes are drawn to her sexy ass when suddenly a small wet spot forms between her legs by the seat of her butt. I faintly hear the sound of a stream of water hitting fabric, making me twitch and take a deep breath. It starts slowly, growing in size covering her entire butt before rushing down her legs, and I'm standing as still as a statue as I stare at the scene playing before me. She stops for a moment when she realises something's off, then looks down and only now she notices that she's wetting herself.
She gasps in utter shock, almost dropping the plate she was holding. Somehow her flow increased, spreading and soaking the front of her legs as well. She prances about on the spot, waving her hands in panic as she tried to figure out what to do, before pulling her pants down to her knees, exposing her now soaked and rather exquisite white underwear, debating weather or not to squat as she still pees directly onto her pants.
Her open tap of pee hits the black tiled floor as she shuffles in panic, making an audible splash that would have been heard throughout the house if it were not for the loud weather outside. Full on panic is written on her face, she's swearing and gasping, not knowing what to do as she shoves her hands onto her crotch trying to stop herself, but the now high-pressure jet of pee just shoots through the gaps of her fingers.
And I'm this close to fucking exploding!!!
"Uh, uh... I... I-shit, not again! Nononono please please please uh.... GASP!"
She finally looks up and notices my presence, as I've just been absofuckinglutely gobsmacked by what I'm seeing right now I mean Holy shit!
We just... Stare wide eyed at each other. My erection painfully erected in my pants. She just stands there like a springbok caught in headlights, pee powerfully flowing though her fingers and snaking down her crossed legs and splashing all over her pants, feet and floor, soaking them all and turning her panties pretty much see through at this point.
Eventually, her full-force open-tap pee slows down to a trickle, then a leak, then a few droplets before all that's left is the sound of rain outside, a VERY impressively sized puddle of steaming pee all over the kitchen floor, and a beetroot-red-faced Preenah who's still grabbing her crotch in some honestly degrading way to preserve whatever pride and sense of professionalism she had during the day. Tears start welling up in her eyes as she lets out shaky breaths and looks away in embarassment and shame.
.. holy hell.
I had to blink a number of times and shake my head after what felt like an eternity. My lips, uh... My lips and my throat were super dry as she started to examine the damage she did to herself as her hands finally let go of her crotch with a noticeable wet squish that made me twitch yet again, giving me a clear view of her exquisite underwear which stuck to her soaked crotch creating a very beautiful cameltoe, allowing me to see her almost exposed Brazillian-waxed pussy.
Shit, now her tears start racing down her face and she cried with shaky breaths. As awesome as this was, and believe me awesome is an understatement at this point, I still felt a powerful pang in my heart. She's crying, and feeling the need to do something, I bravely step on the pee-covered floor towards her and gently put my hands on her shoulders.
"Hey hey, it was... It was just an accident." Was the best I could come up with as I hugged her, to which she hugged me back. The smell of fresh pee finally hits my nose as she wraps her arms around my waist and her hands on my back as she cries into my chest.
"No it's... it's-it's not! This is the second time this month!" She yelled into my chest as she cried... And I'm left gobsmacked yet again. Uh... Fuck!! WhatthehelldoIsaynow!? If this entire situation didn't already, that last sentence now threw me COMPLETELY off guard. Quickly, shaking my head, I decide to try and get more info out of her.
"Uh, what do you mean second time Pree?" I asked her gently as she looked up at me. She looked into my eyes for and hesitates for a moment before releasing herself from the hug and reaching down, taking off her drenched pants and socks while leaving her wet and almost see-through underwear on. Her entire body was red as a beetroot at this point, most probably because I was there. Huh, she's brave though. But probably because I've seen her pretty much half-naked just now...
"Uhm, you want me to look away?" I asked rather awkwardly as I blushed as well-my God her legs are gorgeous. She looked at me for a moment before a small smile crept on her face. "Well... N-no I don't mind. Plus you just seen me wet myself so... honestly I don't mind." She says softly... I swear even her voice is blushing.
Her smile faded as she looked at me "..." She opens her mouth again but the words don't come out. "You can tell me Pree. I won't tell a soul." I said to her reassuringly, and she sighed heavily before nodding as the tears slowly stopped.
"Let me just... Put these in the washing machine." She said dejectedly as I nodded and followed her. The dark hallway of the house plus the light coming from my room and the kitchen illuminated her gorgeous figure which also illuminated her wet legs and ass, making them shine... Hoooly crap it was a sight to see...
"We don't know why, but... We've been having problems ever since we entered this program. It's like... There's barely been a full month that goes by where none of us piss or even shit ourselves by accident. It's like some kind of curse of incontinence or some shit was cast on us. Which is beyond crazy since we all know we're perfectly healthy in that department, so... we don't know why. And..." She says quietly as she put her now cold clothes into the washing machine and turned it on. The rain outside still drowned out the noise.
She then turned towards me before she gasped again as suddenly her hands shot yet again to her already wet crotch, gripping it tight as she bounced around slightly.
...wot...
"And... Fuck no why NOW!? not again..." She closes her eyes, quietly whispering "nonono" as tears starting flowing down her cheeks again. Yet again I heard that INCREDIBLY beautiful sound of pee hitting a person's hands as she started peeing again. She was standing on the bathroom floor with her legs crossed yet again. I dunno how but she was peeing again, this time at a more controlled rate. She opened her crying eyes .
"We can't stop it. It started again when you signed up to be our handler and..."
She trailed off as she kept on crying and peeing, the bottom half of her body is becoming something close to a small waterfall at this point. I glanced at the toilet which was literally behind me, and she tried to shuffle her way towards it.
"Look this is gonna sound incredibly weird and really fucking stupid, but the only way I can actually stop is if you tell me to clean up and get dressed again, otherwise I'm just gonna keep peeing like this even I sit on the toilet." She said with a shaky voice as her pee flowed in what was now an endless waterfall.
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I just... looked at her... with wide eyes... I... She...get cleaned... WHAT?!?!?!??!?!¡¿
I'm just fucking beyond shocked out of my mind right now! The hell is going on in this place?
"Kamo please, I'm extremely embarrassed right now and I'm loosing my sense of self esteem okay?! Can you please just tell me to clean up and get dressed before I crap myself as well?!" She literally cried to me as her pee kept flowing in between her fingers, now drenching the mat behind her feet and only now rendering her underwear completely see through now.
"Uoh I uh, sorrysorrysorry. Uh.... I'm, P-Preenah, we uh... were in the bathroom now. S-so get on that toilet, get cleaned up, and get dressed when you're done. I'll uh... I'll clean up everything, don't worry." I said
Saying I was extremely uncertain right now is putting it mildly.
And to add to my shock, she immediately stopped peeing. All those rivers flowing down her legs ceased and ended in what was now a drenched mat and another large puddle. She cried for a bit more before hugging me again in what feels like enormous gratefulness. I hugged her back, but with a hell of a lot of WHATTHESONOFAFUCKISGOINGONHERE?!?! written on my poor face.
After hugging me for a few minutes, she looked up at me again. "I'll tell you properly in the morning okay? I.... need to go sleep this off..." She said in a shaky voice and I nodded quickly before kissing her forehead and walking out the bathroom... but not before looking at the second amount of damaged she caused and tossing the soggy rug into the washing machine as well... And getting a good view of her soaked half-naked lower body as well... Damn!
I leaned against the wall outside the bathroom for a moment, trying to process what the hell just happened...
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... I decided I'll do that when I go back to sleep. Right now I gotta clean up that puddle in the kitchen... But in any case, that entire ordeal was astronomical... And the way she failed so miserably at trying to not pee herself, extremely embarassing but hooooleeey sheet was that AWESOME!!!
After a short clean up and a long sleep, the next morning...
Oddly enough, the events of last night were still quite fresh in my mind when I woke up so not only did I have a raging boner, I'm a little ashamed to admit I was also smiling like an idiot.
"UUUUEEAAAAAAAAGGGH." I yawned as looked outside the window. It was still cloudy, but it was a beautiful morning indeed. I opened the window, letting the fresh, rain-scented air into my room and taking a loooooong deep breath-
"Good morning."
"SONOFAFUCK!"
I almost flew off my bed with a yelp with a scream before staring at Preenah with wide eyes. She looked at me for a moment before bursting into heavy laughter. I just looked at her as my heart slowly calmed down.
"I.... I am so so sorryyyyuyyaahahahaaaaa!" She fell backwards on my bed as she kept laughing at my expense. I felt my entire face go warm as she just let loose the laughing demon inside her...
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Okay now I'm getting slightly annoyed... I'm about to open my mouth and tell her she can stop now when something very interesting catches my eye.
It looks like she's prepping for a morning jog, as she's wearing a black tank top, black, pink and purple running shoes, and tight fitting grey tights. And as she fell on my bed in her fit of laughter, I caught a good view of her crotch and noticed a rather notable yellow stain on it. Roughly shaped like a small lemon. And suddenly I'm not annoyed anymore and my Pingas twitches more.
"Pree..." I started as she finally finished her laughs. She quickly realises that I can see the evidence of what she did... Or done. She closes her legs and puts her hands on her knees, instantly blushing hard. I'm really hoping my erection's not noticeable yet. After a couple of second of almost awkward silence, she finally musters the courage to face me, though she doesn't make direct eye contact.
"Uh... I-I... I take a jog every morning. And sometimes while I'm jogging I... Leak a bit. Almost lost it a couple times... But I've leaked so much that the stain just... Doesn't wanna come out now... It-it doesn't smell, and it's still my favourite pair of shorts to wear an-and it's not that noticable... Right?... Kamo?"
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I'm just looking at her with my head tilted to the side... This... Phenomenon, whatever you wanna call it, it's REALLY hitting her confidence and self-esteem hard. The way she flipped from bubbly and laughing at my expense to instantly becoming embarrassed and trying to hide the signs of past accidents with shame and embarrassment written on her face... I really can't help but feel sorry for her. And the other ladies if this is affecting them like that as well.
So without thinking, I sit up straight and gently pull her towards me in a giant but soft and warm hug. I can feel her eyes widen in suprise against my cheek and her body freezes for a moment. But then a moment later, her tiny body melts into my arms as she hugs me back, her smol arms hugging me tightly. I move my hand to gently caress her back and I feel her shudder for a moment. I swear she was about to cry again right there. Huh, she really is holding back alot of tears. This... I'm just gonna call it a phenomenon for simplicity's sake. It REALLY must be hurting her deeply.
"Hey." I said gently as we reluctant break the hug. She looks at me with tears welled up in her eyes. For a moment I have to look for the words I want to say as my thumbs cares her cheeks. "...no, it's not too visible. No one will notice. You'll get past this Pree. We'll figure it out, and put an end to it. You four are my responsibility now. I'm gonna look after you, take care of you and make sure you all end up okay. Okay?" I gently whispered to her with a smile.
She smiled back and nodded, and I wiped a tear that finally decided to fall down her face. "Now, let's get some breakfast, I'll join you for that run, and see what the day holds okay?" I suggested with a smile and she nodded back more enthusiastically as we broke contact and I finally got up.
About 30 minutes later...
After stretching, doing 100 pushups as I'm accustomed to, making my bed, using the bathroom, brushing my teeth, taking a nice hot shower and wearing clothes that were appropriate for the weather today, I went to the kitchen and made myself a smoking hot cup of coffee and 3 sugars.
"Good morning ladies." I greeted with a warm smile as I passed the living room.
"Good Morning." Thando and Ludina said simultaneously, each with varying degrees of warmth. Jada shot me a coldish glance, a humph, then turned her attention back to the tablet she had in her hands. Ouch... That stung a bit, not gonna lie. But that's alright. It's day two after all.
Sssssiippp... Hmmm.... Perfecto 😎
As I enjoyed my hot coffee, I looked around the place to make myself more familiar with my new surroundings. The kitchen and the living room were seperated by half a wall, allowing whoever's cooking to watch TV and get a good view outside thanks to the large windows. The two skyscrapers in the house, Ludina and Thando, were sitting on bean bags in the living room talking about what I think was high some of their memories in highschool I think? I heard something along those lines.
As I said, Jada was busy on her tablet. Probably something executive due to the look of concentration on her face. Is she always stone cold? Or is it because I'm here?
...I'm gonna be a typical guy and say it's both.
Anyhow, I'll have to work on building a relationship with her. No worries. I love getting to know people better-
"You ready Kamo?" Preenah said as she headed for the door in her full running gear. "Yep." I said as I finished my coffee. "Ladies, we shall be back." I said with a smile as we exited the house, with various types of goodbyes thrown at us.
And that morning was filled with a scenic and beautiful run.
So to recap, the 4 ladies are indeed members of the South African Special Forces. They're incredibly lethal, in fact they're the deadliest people in this entire province, without a doubt. However, they're also in a program which I cannot tell you about, and have rather successful civilian lives as a cover. I'm their pilot, operator, mission strategist and caretaker when they're on and off-duty. And I do believe I've stumbled on something that's... Well... Affecting them in a way that I absolutely love.
Our first mission's coming up in a few weeks. And I'm excited 😎
[This fic is, in a nutshell, a love letter to Mojikue 😍🤩] |
This story contains mostly mild BDSM, CNC roleplay and a bit of fantasy/magic because of superpowers.
Harold is a common height guy, he wears common clothes, nothing very appealing, he is discreet and shy, his overall personality is dark and shady, his hairs are dark brown and his skin is clear, and his eyes are green.
He open a door, and enter a house.
"Darling, I'm finally home." He says.
No one responds for a while, so he walks to the center of the kitchen and the lounge, where a big chimney stands against the wall of the house.
A woman is laying on the couch. She's asleep, in a layer of covers. The man sits on the couch near her thighs or knees, and he warmly hug her.
"Oh honey I didn't heard you, sorry..." She says when she open her eyes slowly.
She redress herself and lean up to reach his lips, and leave a kiss for him.
"Looks like you're more tired than we thought you would..." He says.
"No, no, I wanna do what we planned. Just leave me time to get up." She replies.
"Okay, alright." He responds.
Helena is a common height woman, she have brown hairs and brown eyes, she is just barely plump. She stretches her arms and yawns a bit. Then she gets up and tremble a bit.
"You're cold?" He asks.
"Yes, a bit." She replies.
"Wait, I'll help you." He respond.
The man gets up and walks to the chimney, then he snap his fingers and a sparkle lands on the wood of it, before he closes the glass of it. The fire grows, and the warmth start expanding in the air and ground of the house. The woman grab a glass of water and drinks a bit of its content.
"Thank you so much." She says.
"Don't worry, it's nothing. It is easier when you're the igniter." He giggles.
"Speaking of thunders... Are you okay if we play a bit?" She asks.
"You mean in my suit?" He asks.
"Yes. I feel so needy right now. I could really take a favor of yours." She states.
"Alright, I'll be there in a second." He replies.
The man gets up and walks away, until he disappear bythrough a corridor. She gets up and put the glass of water on the low table, still a bit leaving water, and it starts to be less and less attracted by the gravity. Its content start to wander out of the glass, like in an spaceship in orbit.
The next instant a thunder make itself heard in the house behind her. She turns around and find a figure, buzzing and vibrating, and a strange low frequency sound made by its trembles.
"Veloce! You're here again?" She shout, scared. "What do you want from me exactly this time?!?"
"I won't do anything to you this time." A distorted voice replies, in a multi key tone vibration.
"Why are you here for then?" She shout.
"I want you to feel humiliated. I want you to feel ridiculous. I want you to suffer." The evil voice replies.
The green figure starts to have electric arcs spawning around him on his green suit, the lights of them are green, and the eyes of his are purple, they are quite bright purple, shining and blinking in a strong, frightening light. He also have a V in a ring on his chest and it is grounded by white behind the letter.
"Get away! You won't obtain anything from me today!" She shout, afraid.
The man in green grab her and pull her against the wall, while he was meters away from her the tenth of a second ago.
"You know the powers of my true stir are unstoppable." He tell her. "Why would you try to resist to me?"
He holds her strongly against the wall, but she don't try to escape in any way.
"I don't wanna risk to try to avoid you... But don't hurt me please..." She begs him.
"I won't hurt you. You're going to hurt you yourself." He replies.
He grabs her again and place her on the wooden low table, standing up, he disappear in a lightning strike that gets in the kitchen and comes back near her in a instant. He holds a plastic glass, and there is water in it.
"What you're going to do with that?" She asks, in an afraid tone.
"I'm going to make you lose yourself." He replies, hidden behind the mask that don't show his face, as only his eyes can be seen behind glasses of his helmet.
"Oh no, don't do that, this is so degrading!" She begs in whines.
"Get your clothes out of the way." He orders firmly.
"Yes master." She complies.
She gets her pants and panties pulled down, showing to him her bare darkhaired slit and her big natural lips, then she lifts her pajama's shirt until she can reveal to him her small, perky, slightly sided pointing breasts.
"Do you like them?" She asks shyly.
"They are wonderful. You are very pretty my pet." He replies in his strong voice.
When the man in green looks down, he can see her panties are damp and she is positively dripping wet. His hand vibrates, and he get it closer and closer to her naked belly.
The second he touch it, his hand and the glass disappear throughout her lowerbelly, he slowly turns his hand inside of her to pour the content inside her, then he get his hand outside of her.
"How do you feel pet?" He asks, curious.
"I need to pee..." She whimpers gently.
"I like to heard that." He confess.
He rushes to the kitchen and back to her again in a lightning strike of an instant, the small container newly full again. The woman shivers a bit with the wind of the movement. Helena don't really have to go to the point of being desperate, but her bare cunt and the fresh air flowing on her bush make her needs a bit more that she should be.
"If you do that I may leak in my pants and panties!" She whines.
"That is what you're going to have to fight against unless you want it to happen." He smirks inside his helmet.
He repeat the process, vibrating his hand through her, pouring the liquid in her bladder, turning his hand back up again before getting it out, the container being empty when it comes out of her.
"How do you feel?" He asks again.
"I have to go..." She replies shyly.
He snaps a finger near her chest and a tiny thunder strikes her. It is certainly not stronger than a regular electrification you can feel whenever you touch a random object, but the sudden move makes its effect on Helena, and she really likes that as she moans at the electric charge.
"Describe yourself!" He shout.
"I won't hold it very long master! I have to go so much! I feel my bladder is quite full!"
"Don't lie!" He shout. "I know your capacity is almost 4 glasses! I did put only two for now!"
"But it is though! I really really have to go now! I were not empty when you came here already..." She explains.
"Oh. I see. Sorry my pet." He corrects himself in his normal voice, totally out of his villain roleplay, as he actually care for her a lot of course.
"It's okay. You can edge me if you wanna." She proposes out of roleplay too.
"Yes, that's a good idea." He responds.
He place the glass on the table and slowly, gently touch her bush. She grind on his hands as soon as she can, she feels her eager, needy button in heat, craving for more.
"Stop." He orders her firmly. "Stay still."
"Mhhh." She whines, and stop to move, reluctantly.
"Thats it pet. You can only receive. I do the moves here." He says firmly.
As he command her she shudder, and a little spurt gets out of her. It lands on her panties, and wet them a bit more as they were already. The green guy sighs in sight of this moment.
"You like that huh? When a bad guy dominates you?" He asks.
"Mhhh. Hmm Hm..." She replies quietly in her mouth while moaning.
"You like that uh-huh... When I tell you I own you. You're my pet. I do whatever I want with you." He says playfully.
He start to fastly tremble his thumb on her special spot, using his powers to make his fingers act like a vibrator. She moan loudly in answer to that, and almost can't hold it anymore.
"No... I can't... Hold it..." She whines.
Another spurt gushes out of her, and lands in her underwears. The noise of it is beautiful to hear. She shudder and let out a new gush again, then she can regain control of herself.
"Please master let me go properly, please, I really can't hold it longer!" She cries. "I'm so close, I'm gonna lose it if I climax!"
"That is your problem my pet." He giggles evilly happy about it.
Then she breath in in surprise, and look down at her bush, shocked a bit. The pee start coming out of her again, in a wild, strong rush, flowing out of her like as she was squirting by an orgasm. He stops his vibration and start to subtly touch her, to still make her orgasming but not overloading her increasing sensitivity.
The pee, pretty clear but not as water, since she was not empty before the fillment, forcefully strikes the panties of hers, and then it overloads and rivulet in her pants, that shows a growing wetpatch, which gets to her knees and long socks fastly.
After a little time, she have finished peeing, she is now empty. The green man disappear in a instant, leaving her to herself. She is awfully blushing, very flustered from what just happened.
"Hi honey. Are you okay?" A voice asks behind her.
She turns around and smiles.
"Yes of course I am." She says.
"Was I good?" He asks curious about his acting.
"It was tremendous my love. You almost truly scared me at some points, that made me so excited, and you made me finish, that's so nice of you but... You didn't edge me for very long..." She says, happily.
"Oh? Because you think the evening is already over?" He smirks. "Veloce got his slice of the cake, but now, it's my turn right?"
He can't get off his green eyes from her naked self, while he comes close to her, and kiss her. She let her hands wander on his commonly clothed body and she feels he is absolutely surely excited right now. He sighs when she cleverly touch him. He lean close to her ear.
"And you know how many times I need to be done before being satisfied..." He whispers.
"Oh darling, I'm so lucky you reload in a minute... This night is going to be sportier than I thought huh?" She playfully says before she smirks.
He smiles at her and they kiss again. |
Disclaimer: This story contains very minor spoilers for Attack on Titan season 1, and follows the training arc of the 104th cadet corps, prior to Trost. I hope you enjoy!
“Stay in formation, cadets! Drift too far apart during a mission and the whole squad could be titan food in seconds!” shouted the instructor.
The 104th cadet corps was undergoing one of their most grueling tasks to date; a simulation of an actual mission into titan territory. The task was an all-day affair, and the cadets were expected to ride in formation for several hours at a time, broken up only by a select few 15-minutes breaks, as well as one hour long stop during the latter half of the day. The task was meant to test the physical and mental limits of the unfortunate cadets, and it certainly accomplished that. For one of the cadets though, a girl going by the name of Christa Lenz, it was testing one particular aspect of her body more so than anything.
She had felt the need to pee almost since they left in the morning but had pushed it to the back of her mind, dismissing it as “just nerves”. Now however, many hours later the need to relieve herself had become undeniable and almost impossible to ignore. During long haul training exercises like this one, cadets were expected to simply take care of their needs in the woods during the short breaks they were provided with during the day, but for some reason Christa had been overcome with a sense of embarrassment and nervousness every time the thought had crossed her mind. Even though it was expected, the thought of her new comrades seeing her scurry off and knowing that she was about to squat down amidst the trees and pee made her feel very uncomfortable. On top of that, she really didn’t want to leave the group and go off on her own, even if it was just for a minute or two. She shifted in her saddle, gripping it a little tighter with her legs and silently cursing herself for being so anxious about something like this. She was shaken from her self-pitying state by the booming voice of her instructor, a tall and somewhat intimidating looking woman in her late twenties.
“Cadet Lenz! If you wanna let yourself fall behind like that then be my guest, but don’t act surprised if you end up being chewed to pieces in the jaws of the enemy once you’re out there for real!”
Christa snapped herself upright, causing the liquids in her slowly filling bladder to jostle and sending a small wave of pressure over her.
“Um- I’m sorry, ma’am!” she responded, quickly trying to reapply some pressure between her legs to accommodate her body’s new position.
“You will be sorry soon enough if you don’t get a grip, now are you gonna move your ass or are you expecting the whole formation to slow down to make up for your deficiencies?” the instructor questioned.
“N-No, I’m sorry, I won’t let it happen again! I won’t hold anyone back on my behalf!”
“Good to hear, now get to it!” the instructor shouted, turning her mount back to the side of the formation to resume her watch over it.
Christa rode back up to her position too and made sure to stick to it this time. However, keeping up and staying focused was becoming increasingly difficult, as her bladder steadily became more and more stretched. It had now transitioned from a noticeable pressure to a dull pain, constantly pushing for release. She let out a stifled groan. She’d never been great at holding it in even at the best of times, often finding herself making a desperate dash for the toilets just seconds before her bladder gave up, but this was different. She couldn’t discreetly sneak off down a winding street and rush into a closed stall here, if she wanted to relieve herself she’d have to simply walk off in full view of her comrades and go on the ground. Although, even if she plucked up her courage enough to do that, she couldn’t do anything while she was still on horseback. The next break wasn’t for another 20 or so minutes at least, but Christa knew she didn’t have a choice but to hold it. She closed her eyes and clenched her lower body, trying to ease some of the discomfort which now constantly plagued her straining bladder. Whatever the case, she thought, she was not going to let anyone know how badly she had to go.
Unbeknownst to Christa however, her need had been noticed. Riding just a few positions away from her was another cadet. She was much taller than Christa, with dark hair tied at the back and freckles dotting her face. She had been sneaking glances at Christa all day, and it didn’t take long at all for her to notice her shifting, straining, and the slight blush that was slowly forming across her cheeks.
“Enjoying the show, Ymir?” came a gruff voice from behind her.
She turned her head and scoffed.
“Apparently I’m not the only one, Reiner. Tell me, what would our comrades think if they learn that their dear, stoic, loyal friend is secretly a raging pervert?” she retorted with a smirk.
Reiner didn’t seem bothered in the slightest.
“I’m just lookin’ out for the girl. Hate to say it, but she’s not really soldier material.” he stated matter-of-factly.
“Yeah, well that’s most of us, I reckon. After all, not everybody’s got meat for brains like you, big boy.”
“…You should stop staring at her. It’s obvious she doesn’t want to be bothered.” said Reiner after a brief pause.
Ymir shot him an annoyed look before turning her head back towards the struggling Christa once again.
“Tch… Well aren’t you sweet to worry about her so much. I’ll take it under advisement.” she sarcastically mumbled.
“Just play nice and we won’t have a problem. Break’s in twenty, I’ll see you then.” Reiner said, as he rode back to take up his own position once more.
“Mind your own damn business…” muttered Ymir, not really caring if he was still in earshot.
As the break drew near, Christa was becoming more and more frantic. She now had to continually focus on holding herself so as not to let any of the contents of her bladder escape into her pants, and she was getting fuller by the second. They still had a few hours until they were back at base, and she’d started to realize that she’d end up wetting herself long before then if she kept waiting, no matter how hard she tried not to. For now, she was just desperately focused on trying to hold out until they stopped. Then, just maybe, she could make it out into the seclusion of the forest they’d be staying in without anyone noticing. The idea of being alone in the woods still made her feel afraid, but her bursting bladder was beginning to numb that fear. Just then, she heard a shout from the edge of the formation.
“Five minutes until we stop, cadets! Keep pushing forward!”
“Okay… you can do this… just five more minutes…” she quietly told herself, but the mere hint of relief being close made her bladder contract in protest, forcing a few drops out of her.
She went bright red and clenched her legs together against the saddle as hard as she could to keep any more from escaping. The slight taste of release had however made her need immeasurably more urgent, and the thought of just letting it all out in her saddle had wormed it’s way into her mind. It’s not like she’d be the first scout to pee herself, after all, and at this rate she wasn’t even sure if she’d make it another five minutes. She shook her head firmly.
“No, no way I’m doing that!” she defiantly whispered, as if verbally ordering her pee to stay right where it was. Her body, however, had other ideas.
Just as they were approaching their stop, her focus was momentarily drawn from her desperately clenched urethra by another announcement from the instructor, telling them all to prepare to dismount and take care of any business they had. With her focus now elsewhere, her bladder relaxed just ever so slightly, and without warning a stream of pee shot out and started rapidly spreading along her underclothes. She quickly realized what was happening and tensed her urethra as much as possible, quickly pulling a hand from her reins and holding herself with it, just about managing to stop the flow in the process.
“O-Oh no-!” she squeaked, looking down at her crotch to see if it would be visible.
Fortunately for her, the thick fabric of her underclothes had soaked up her little mistake, and no one would be the wiser. However, she knew now that she couldn’t wait much longer and what with how much pee she was holding she felt quite confident that there was no fabric in the world that could keep that hidden if she did wet herself.
As the formation came to a halt in a little clearing, Christa was one of the first to jump off her horse and land on the hard forest floor beneath, the impact of which traveled up through her legs caused yet another spurt to escape from her now overflowing bladder. The instructor turned to address the crowd of exhausted cadets.
“Alright all of you, fifteen minutes and I want you back in the saddle! Break out your ration packs and take a quick breather. Next stop’s another two hours away so if you need a piss, do it now!”
That last part really didn’t help Christa in her desperate state. She waited a few more minutes as everybody else settled down to eat and rest, and as soon as she thought nobody was looking she turned away from the group and began stiffly walking off into the woods, wincing and whimpering with each step, getting closer and closer to peeing herself. As she reached the edge of the clearing however, she froze. She looked off into the dark, foreboding woods and felt a resurgence of the fear and anxiety that had kept her from relief the past few stops. But she couldn’t wait anymore. She felt sure that if she didn’t go now, she’d end up peeing before the break was even up, let alone during the wait for the next one. And yet she simply couldn’t bring herself to walk off into the dark. At this point, she was swinging her hips side to side, almost doubled over and hands pressed into her crotch with all her strength in a desperate attempt to hold it in until she could pluck up the courage to go. She was stepping from foot to foot, biting her lip, anything to keep the floodgates sealed. Then, suddenly…
“Wow, where’d you learn to dance like that, sweetie?”
Christa spun around and straightened herself out in an instant, ‘causing another very long spurt to spread across her pants as she did so.
“A-Ah, Y-Ymir, right? Just now I… I wasn’t-“ she awkwardly stammered, trying to think of a plausible excuse for her display.
“Oh, spare me. It’s obvious you’re dying for a piss, right? Why not just go? I mean, it’s not like there are actual titans out there to be scared of so what’s the deal?”
Christa went bright red and turned her head down, her body beginning to shake as she tried in vain to keep still.
“I… I don’t have to… do that. I-I mean, I’m f-fine for now…”
Ymir scoffed at her.
“Hah, right, sure. I’m certain you’re just practicing those little potty dance moves in case you ever start up an entertainment act for the folks in the military, yeah? And that wet spot on your pants, that’s just from some water your spilled while we were riding, huh?”
Christa looked down. Sure enough, a very pale yellow stain was now very much visible on her white cadet’s pants. Starting to tear up, she was far too embarrassed to even try to justify herself anymore.
“Seriously, how’d you let it get this bad? Do you just do this for fun, or do you actually like to think of yourself as much too demure to pee in the woods like everyone else? Wow, talk about-“
“Would you stop! Why do you even care?” Christa suddenly snapped back.
This seemed to catch Ymir off guard. She looked shocked for a moment, before lowering her eyes and turning away. After a noticeable pause, she spoke again.
“It’s just bugging me to watch, that’s all…”
She sighed and turned back to the still dancing Christa.
“Look sweetie, I gotta go too, so if you really can’t bring yourself to just pee like a normal person how about we go together?”
Now it was Christa’s turn to look shocked. Ymir was always teasing her, and she never really seemed to care much about what happened to others at all, so what was this all of a sudden?
“A-Are you joking? Why would you offer that?” she questioned.
Ymir shrugged.
“Beats watching you be dumb and hold it when you don’t need to, I guess. Look, it is what it is so take it or leave it. I’m going either way.”
“Are you kidding?! T-There’s no way I could p-pee in front of another girl! That’s way too- ah!” Christa ranted, as another spurt dampened her pants.
Ymir scoffed again and began walking into the woods.
“Suit yourself, unlike you I’m not waiting anymore. Feel free to tag along, but if you’re gonna change your mind do yourself a favor and make it happen before you piss yourself.” she said as she passed the desperately squirming girl.
Christa watched her walk away with a frantic look in her eyes. Her bladder was screaming for relief, her whole body shaking and twisting as she tried to keep herself from having a full-blown accident. She couldn’t wait any longer. She was spurting continuously now, and she could feel her control starting to slip. She took a deep breath, it was now or never.
“W-Wait, p-p-please! I’ll- ah! I’ll come with you!” she shouted after Ymir.
She didn’t stop, she simply looked back over her shoulder and smirked.
“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
The two of them began walking away from the group. Ymir kept a steady stride, barely betraying her own need, while Christa hobbled after her, tripping and stumbling constantly as every once of her focus was on keeping what little control she still had over her failing bladder. After about a minute, Ymir stopped and looked around.
“Perfect. Nobody’ll see us here.” she said as she started undoing the straps that fastened her pants.
A moment later, she pulled her pants down, squatted down low on the ground, and started to pee, letting out a low sigh as she did so. As she began relieving herself, she looked over at Christa.
She was struggling considerably with her uniform, frantically clawing at the straps and buttons, panting and groaning as she did so. The stain across the front of her pants seemed to be growing noticeably every few seconds now. Ymir raised an eyebrow.
“Hey uh… you doing alright there?”
“I-I can’t get it off! O-Oh no-! It’s c-c-coming out!” she squeaked in a panicked voice.
“U-Um, well I can’t really help you right now. Kinda busy here, sweetie. Just… take those two straps off over your shoulders!”
Christa did as she said, and just about managed to get the straps off, but the slight way she had to contort her body to do so made her lose what little control she had left over her bladder. She started peeing full force into her pants, and desperately yanked them down. In her haste however, she had failed to grasp hold of her underclothes and fell backwards, landing butt-first on the ground, legs spread wide and urine hissing uncontrollably from between her legs. A puddle began forming on the forest floor beneath her as she finally gave up on even trying to hold it, turning her head down as she stifled a moan. Ymir was speechless. A part of her did feel bad watching the girl in such a pathetic state, but there was another part of her mind that found it almost… cute? She shook her head as she kept peeing. When she finished she shook herself off and walked over to the smaller girl, who was still uncontrollably flooding the ground around her.
“Uh… so like… um… you okay?” Ymir managed, turning her gaze away from the spectacle as she began to blush.
Christa couldn’t respond. She was stuck between gasping, sobbing, and moaning as she continued to empty her overstretched bladder. She’d never felt more embarrassed in her life, and yet the pleasure of letting it all out after so long was overwhelming. She had never felt relief like this before, even when pushed to what she previously thought was her absolute limit. On top of that, it just kept coming. She peed for what felt like an eternity until the last few drops finally left her bladder. She let out one final sigh, and then started to sob. She had just pretty much wet herself in front of one of her comrades. Even worse, it was Ymir. She knew that she’d be teased about this for the rest of her life in the military.
“Hey, uh… Christa.” Ymir said softly, but the blushing girl was far too embarrassed to even so much as look at her comrade, let alone respond.
How could she let this happen to herself? She was supposed to be fighting titans, and she couldn’t even control her own body. Her mind flashed back to all the times she’d nearly wet herself growing up, every mad dash to the toilet and every near miss. Nothing had changed. She was still the same useless little girl. She didn’t deserve to fight with her comrades. Maybe it’d be best if she just-
“Hey! I’m talking to you!”
Christa looked up to see Ymir standing over her.
“Y… Ymir… Please don’t-“
“Don’t tell anyone? Are you seriously worrying about that right now? Like I’d ever share a story like this with any of those creeps in our squad! No way, sweetie, this one’s staying with me.” she laughed.
“Ymir! I-It’s not funny! I just… I-I just…”
“Yeah, you just basically pissed yourself, big deal.”
“W-What…?” Christa asked, amazed that she wasn’t being teased for once.
“I mean, you know why it happened, so just don’t be a stubborn dumbass about it next time and there won’t be anything for you to worry about, right? Besides, pretty much everyone wets themselves at some point in life. It’s how we learn.”
Christa wiped her tears and thought about what she was hearing for a second.
“Does that mean that you’ve…?”
Ymir started to laugh loudly.
“Damn right I have! Come on now, I reckon break’s almost over so let’s head back to the group. I’ll tell you all about when it happened to me while we walk.” she said as she strode past the girl and back towards the clearing.
Christa allowed herself a gentle smile.
“If… you like. Um, but… Ymir? What about my… pants?”
Ymir turned back and flashed her a smirk.
“Don’t worry. As soon as you’re back in the saddle, nobody’ll be the wiser. Now, about that story I had for ya…” |
Follow up - Punishment (Ymir's story)
Ymir stood lined up side by side with her new companions in the 104th cadet corps, few of which she had even bothered talking to, let alone getting to know. She stared out across the training camp towards the setting sun and sighed. They had been ordered to line up for a training course, a task which seemed to the girl to be a complete and utter waste of time as it had (to her mind) absolutely nothing to do with the dangers they might conceivably face in the future. In fact, there were only two reasons she had bothered to show up at all. The first was that their rankings were on the line, but the second (and to her mind more important) reason was so that she could keep an eye on the one cadet she had grown to know and like: a young, slight and somewhat pathetic girl going by the name of Christa Lenz. To Ymir's immense annoyance however, the 104th had been split into two groups for this exercise, and she and Christa had ended up in different spots. As she stood grumbling over this however, she became aware of another irritation: a dull sensation of pressure pushing against her bladder. Normally, this would just prompt a quick visit to the bathroom, or bushes (whichever was closest), but she knew that they didn't allow cadets to wander off during line up. She let out an audible sigh of annoyance.
This really isn't my day, huh?
Eventually, the instructor showed up. She was a well-built woman with stern features. Good at her job, but not exactly known for being lenient on her students. She began grilling the cadets about endurance and the importance of fortitude and perseverance, all of which was like water off a duck's back to the increasingly impatient Ymir, and then finally she gave the order for everyone to prepare to run the training course. Ymir toyed with the idea of simply sneaking off behind the camp to relieve herself now, but decided she could wait until after she'd completed the course, so as to hopefully gain herself a more favourable spot in their eventual rankings. She took a moment to gather herself, and then began running.
The course was longer than she had expected, with several hurdles and crawlspaces intermittently dotted about it, and with shouts from the instructor ringing out across it nearly constantly it was far from a pleasant experience. What's more, each cadet had to complete the course several times over to prove their endurance (which would've been a difficult task for most even at the best of times) and after 20 minutes of running, climbing and crawling the constant jostling was really beginning to take a toll on Ymir's now quite full bladder. She felt it's contents sloshing back and forth, imploring her to hurry up and find a spot where she could let it all out. 5 more minutes, and she decided enough was enough. She jumped out of the course track, and began casually walking towards the bathrooms. However, she was stopped in her tracks by the booming voice of the instructor.
“Cadet! Where is it you think you're going?” she shouted.
Ymir turned and gave the instructor a withering look.
“I gotta take a piss. That unusual?” she responded sarcastically.
The instructor did not look impressed.
“You mean you didn't go before we started? And why exactly might that be?” she demanded to Ymir's annoyance.
“Listen, I'm not some kid who needs to be reminded to go potty before heading out, I pee whenever I have to pee, that make enough sense for ya?”
The instructor narrowed her eyes.
“So, you think the titans are gonna wait for you to relieve yourself while you're out on a mission, cadet?”
Ymir shrugged her shoulders.
“I dunno, I think that's your area of expertise, isn't it? What I do know is that my bladder isn't gonna wait for me to finish your course, so if you'll excuse me I have some business I need to attend to.”
That last comment apparently didn't sit too well with the instructor, and so it was that Ymir found herself saddled with an evening's punishment. She was tasked with spending an hour peeling potatoes for that night's supper, not too bad a punishment on it's own, but the instructor had insisted that she refrain from relieving herself until the hour was up to “give her some incentive to get it done on the double”. This left Ymir fuming, but she knew now that talking back or arguing wouldn't get her anywhere with this woman. And so after she had completed the course (much to her annoyance and discomfort), Ymir gritted her teeth and settled down to begin her task, with her instructor seating herself behind her to make sure she stuck to it.
The first 10 minutes or so weren't too bad, as she simply shifted every once in a while to take some pressure off her aching bladder, but as the minutes dragged on she began to get more and more desperate. Around the 30 minute mark she crossed her legs, cursing silently under her breath as her bladder continued to stretch and fill. 50 minutes in and she couldn't sit still anymore, and began shifting in place trying everything to take her mind off just how badly she had to pee. She tried fantasizing about what Christa would do if she were stuck in the same situation, and while it was entertaining all the results that line of thought brought to mind just made her more desperate for relief. She fantasized about punching the stupid instructor that put her in this situation in the face, and that made her chuckle, which in turn put more pressure on her strained bladder which by now was seriously threatening to take matters into it's own hands. She tried thinking about something, anything to distract herself, but her mind wasn't having it anymore. The only thing she could think about was peeing. Still, she kept her composure, clenched her thighs together, and calmly continued her work. Finally, the instructor spoke up again.
“Alright, finish that one and then you can go. And you better hope you don't piss me off again, or you'll be getting much worse than this, got it?” she demanded.
“Yeah, whatever.” Ymir hissed in return.
The instructor, satisfied, got up and began making her way over to the area where the officer's outhouses were located. Evidently, she'd been holding it a while herself. Ymir glared at her as she walked, cursing her under her breath.
“Here's hoping you piss yourself on the way over...” she mumbled after the steadily shrinking figure.
However, that snide comment came back to bite her as just as she finished peeling the last part of the potato she felt a spurt of urine force it's way out of her and dampen her underclothes.
“Agh, damn it!” she exclaimed, clenching her legs together and biting down on her lip.
She hastily but steadily rose to her feet, taking care not to let any more of her bladder's contents escape in the process, and began stiffly and deliberately walking towards the cadet's barracks. The communal bathrooms lay in the opposite direction, but for reasons Ymir couldn't quite fathom they had to be kept locked up when not in use, and so she first had to retrieve the key from inside the barracks. The delay was unavoidable, but it really wasn't something she needed right now. Nevertheless, she made it inside, and walked across the dining hall to collect the key from the alcove in which it was located. As she walked, one of the cadets she had been training with spoke up.
“Well, look who decided to join us! How's dinner coming along, huh?” he chuckled.
She turned and looked over the culprit. He was slouching in his chair, legs kicked up on the table. He was short, skinny, had a shaved head, and looked rather pleased with himself for his imagined witty comment. She gave him an unimpressed look, doing her best not to let any sign of just how desperate she was show.
“If that's the best you got, I'm not interested sweetie.” she retorted, quickly picking the key off it's hook and heading out once more.
However, just as she made it to the bottom of the steps leading out of the barracks she stopped dead in her tracks. Her bladder was by now full to bursting, and despite her best efforts it managed to force another jet of pee into her pants. She looked over at the bathrooms, and estimated that it'd only take about a minute to walk over there, maybe two in her condition, but she'd had enough. Maybe she could make it, maybe not, but she really didn't care anymore. She had to pee. Now.
“Screw it, I'm going...” she mumbled to herself.
And so, taking a quick glance around to make sure she wasn't being watched, she shuffled to the side of the steps and moved her hands to the buckle on her belt, slightly parting her legs in preparation. Just as she was about to undo it however she heard a voice ring out from the top of the steps. To her annoyance, it undoubtedly belonged to the same cadet who had been mocking her in the hall.
“Whoa, what'dya think you're doing there?” he questioned with a mischievous grin.
Ymir gritted her teeth. Without turning around, she addressed her unwelcome companion, pausing her undressing manoeuvre as she did so.
“I gotta piss, bad, so I'm taking care of it.” she replied matter-of-factly.
“Well, bathrooms are right over there y'know. I mean, you've got the key haven't you? Besides, peeing right outside the barracks... that's not a good look for a cadet.”
Ymir looked over her shoulder, hands still clasped firmly around her belt buckle.
“So what? Nobody has to know.”
The cadet chuckled again.
“Right, right, nobody except you, me, and whoever I decide to tell, eh?”
Ymir scoffed.
“Heh, if you wanna blackmail me you're gonna have to do a lot better than that, sweetheart. You really think I give a crap if people know I pissed on the ground?”
“No, but our instructors might care if they knew what you were getting up to. I mean, you could get kicked out for that kind of behavior. Sure would be a shame if someone caught you in the act and decided to tell, wouldn't it?” the boy retorted with a sly smirk.
Ymir removed her hands from her belt and narrowed her eyes. She felt another few drops escape from her desperately full bladder as she did so, and she knew she wouldn't be able to keep her composure much longer. She looked over her shoulder again.
“Hey, uh... your name's Connie, right? Well listen here Connie... I don't know if you lost a bet in there, or if you actually are just stupid enough to wanna pick a fight with me, but if you don't leave right now and keep that big mouth of yours shut, you are really not gonna like-”
At this point, the door to the barracks swung open to reveal yet another cadet. In contrast to the skinny, small-framed Connie, this one was built like a bull.
“The hell's going on here?” he calmly demanded.
Connie's face lit up to a sarcastic grin.
“Oh hey, Reiner! You won't believe what this girl's about to do... She says she's gonna pee on the ground! Like, right now!” he excitedly exclaimed, pointing toward the increasingly irritated Ymir.
Reiner simply sighed.
“Seriously? Why don't you just use the outhouse like a normal person? Not that I care that much mind you, but it's against camp rules for cadets to relieve themselves anywhere but the bathrooms. Surely you don't have to go that bad?”
“Yeah, surely, right?” Connie interjected, barely containing another bout of laughter.
At this point Ymir had had enough. She felt her hold on her bladder beginning to slip and so, panicked, desperate and balancing on a knife's edge above a total accident, she snapped. Completely breaking her composure, she spun around to face her tormentors, desperately shoved her hands in between her legs and pressed her thighs together as tightly as she could.
“Yes assholes, I do have to go “that bad”! I've been holding it for hours and I need to take a piss RIGHT NOW, so you clowns better back the hell off and give a girl some privacy or so help me I'll beat both of you into the ground, got it?!” she yelled, her freckled face starting to turn red from the effort of holding it in so long.
This outburst, however unsightly, very much had the desired effect. Connie looked absolutely terrified, and Reiner looked shocked. After a few seconds, he gently grabbed Connie by the shoulder.
“Uh... right. Got it. We'll just... head inside then.” he said, his gaze never leaving the enraged and persistently squirming Ymir.
Connie didn't speak at all, and merely allowed himself to be led back inside by his companion. As soon as they left, Ymir let out a desperate groan and turned back to undo her belt. This was it. Her bladder was stretched to the absolute limit. Regardless of what she did, she was about to pee. Spurt after spurt dampened her underclothes as she reached for the buckle on her belt. She pulled at it.
Stuck.
“No, no, no, don't you dare!” she hissed as she clawed at it in panic.
Desperately, she pulled her shirt up to try and find out what was the matter, and she quickly identified the problem. Her bladder was bulging out so far that it had stretched her belt to the point where the buckle was unworkable. The spurts hissing out from between her legs had now graduated to a steady trickle, and she knew she had to act fast to prevent a full-blown disaster from occurring. After only a few seconds of frantic thought, she came up with a solution. If she bent over and pushed the belt inwards, she felt certain she could loosen it enough to get it off. Only one problem: if she applied that much pressure to her abdomen she was 100% sure that she wouldn't be able to hold it in anymore. She quickly weighed her options, and decided that it was her only choice outside of completely wetting herself. And so, mustering all her remaining strength, she spread her legs, bent, then pushed. Immediately the steady trickle burst out into a gushing (and incredibly loud) pale-yellow torrent, but to her delight Ymir finally managed to unbuckle the belt. Frantically, she tried to yank her pants down, but they got caught only halfway down her thighs. Now completely panicking, she desperately tried to cross her legs and hold back the flood long enough to get them all the way down, but it was too late. Her bursting, exhausted bladder had finally given out and was now unleashing a veritable river of urine with absolutely no chance of stopping it. She made a few more half-hearted attempts to clench her sphincter and halt (or at least slow) the flow, and then finally gave herself over to the ecstasy of relief and relaxed, letting out a long, blissful sigh as a yellow stain quickly engulfed her pants. She had needed this. She had needed this so badly.
Man, this feels so good... why didn't I just give up and piss myself sooner? She thought in an almost trance-like state.
She kept peeing for what felt like an eternity before she was finally empty again. As the last few drops of urine escaped her though, the incredible feelings of relief slowly subsided, and gave way once more to annoyance as she remembered what the cause of this mess had been. She huffed.
“Damn those two... They better watch their asses from now on.” she muttered angrily, turning and setting off back into the barracks once more to find a fresh set of clothes and some hot water to wash herself with.
A small respite in this was that when she entered the hall she found it empty, save for a very sheepish looking Connie, sitting in the corner, unblinkingly staring at her soaked white pants with a look that could only be described as one of fear. As she met his gaze and idea formed in her head and she smirked, marching slowly and deliberately over to him, and pushing her hands down on the table in front of him.
“So, I'm thinkin' you can guess what just happened out there, right?” she half-whispered with a grin.
“I-I don't... um-” Connie managed to squeak.
“Don't bullshit me, it's clear as day that I just pissed myself, right?”
Connie hesitantly nodded.
“Good... Now, that's just fine in my mind. Y'know, thinking about it I'm not really even that mad at you. But hear this... If I hear you make even one single joke about this, it'll be the last time you ever laugh at anything, okay?” she said calmly.
Connie gulped, and then managed a very quiet “yeah, okay”.
Ymir stood back up again and smiled, satisfied.
Now then... where'd Reiner run off to?
Edited February 16, 2022 by CatchersEye
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My husband has been dabbling in erotica recently. I asked him to write me a story, and although he does not share my fetish, he agreed. With his permission, I'm sharing it with all of you. Enjoy 🙂
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Jennifer Bale was a mousy, timid woman who could not, however hard she tried, pee in public. She knew she was far from the only one with that problem, but every time she tried it was like running face-first into a brick wall and bouncing off. She’d sit there, bladder full with the constant sensation of starting up the stream, and then nothing would come out.
It was an embarrassing agony Jennifer avoided mostly through working from home and timing all of her excursions around her bladder. It was something she’d never admit to anyone else, but the aversion was so strong in her that even talking about it made her throat close up and her thoughts turn fuzzy with shame. This was exactly the kind of thing she knew people would laugh at her about, and so she kept it silent.
It wasn’t a comfortable life, but it was one Jennifer was used to. Until the day came when she got a new job.
“All that remains is a background check and a drug test,” the interviewer had cheerfully told her over zoom. “You’re not hiding a closet full of dead bodies are you?” she asked, laughing.
“N-no, no dead bodies or anything,” Jennifer replied, forcing a smile on her face. She pushed her glasses back up her nose and said, “I’m not a drug user or anything, but is the drug test really necessary? Wasn’t it mostly to catch people smoking pot back in the day?”
The interviewer sighed and shrugged. “You’re not wrong, but try telling the higher ups that. If it was up to me you wouldn’t have to, but it’s not. Is that going to be a problem?”
Jennifer shook her head vehemently. “No no, not at all. I’ve got nothing to hide.”
That wasn’t entirely true. She had herself to hide, and the idea of peeing into a cup in a public restroom was…God, if Jennifer didn’t need this job, she…Probably still would’ve given in and done it. She wasn’t the type to make a fuss or make noise if things weren’t going her way. This was no different.
So the next day, Jennifer found herself going down to the local clinic, horrified to find it almost entirely full. She shifted her purse, heavy with a big refillable water bottle, and tried to get the receptionist’s attention.
“What? Can’t you see I’m busy?” the receptionist barked. She had the phone cradled against her shoulder while she typed on the computer.
All around them, the clinic buzzed with a never ending stream of noise. Families sat close together talking, the TV blared out yuppies pretending to buy homes on HGTV, and a couple kids ran around screaming with their hands thrown in the air. Jennifer leaned in closer, wetting her lips and says, “I was told to come here for a drug test and I --”
“Name?”
“J-jennifer Bale,” she replied, eyes darting around.
The receptionist hung up and typed a bit more on her computer. A small printer spat out a label she stuck on a small plastic cup. “The restroom’s that way. There’s a panel on the wall you can twist to open. Put your sample in there when you’re done.”
Jennifer took the cup and murmured a thank you, but the receptionist was already looking past her and yelled out, “Next!” Jennifer quickly got out of the way and found a seat with a good view of the TV. She took a long, deep breath to steady herself. Step one was over and done with. Now for the hard part. She took the water bottle out of her purse and took a long, thirsty drink.
The problem with drug tests, other than having to do it in a public place, was having to pee on command. Maybe other people could do it, but Jennifer was the type to be fine, to be fine, and then suddenly have to let it all out at once. That meant sitting there, she had less than zero urge to go, but needed to make herself. So she took another drink and settled in.
Five minutes passed. And another and another still with no need to go. So Jennifer played a little game while watching the TV, taking a drink of water every time the home’s on TV were a price that reminded her she’d never be able to own a home. That did the trick. Jennifer went from completely fine to a sudden racing urge, like she had to catch herself to stop a slow trickle from coming out.
She stood up and it got worse immediately as gravity did its thing, pressing down on her bladder. This was sure to be a good thing. Maybe she wouldn’t have the same problems going in public. Doing an almost prancing tiptoe to the bathroom, Jennifer tried the door of the one unisex bathroom and it didn’t budge.
“Occupied!” the voice inside called.
“Dammit,” Jennifer muttered. She stood to the side of the door and rested against the wall, waiting her turn and trying to not think about the growing urge to pee. It was difficult, and her normal position of hugging herself and appearing small served only to put more pressure on her bladder.
Time stretched on torturously. Each minute felt like ten, and it wasn’t long before Jennifer had to stop herself from bouncing from foot to foot to take some of the edge off. She did the dance for a couple of seconds, before a man sitting nearby looked up and smiled, recognizing the dance. Her face flushed and she went back to suffering in stillness and silence while the waiting room remained chaotic.
Finally there was the sound of flushing, water swirling around the bowl, then the sound of the sink turning on. Jennifer bit her lip suppressing a groan. The sound of the faucet pouring at full blast, even through the door, felt like it was pouring right through her, beckoning her to do the same. She managed to resist.
The door to the bathroom opened, the door swinging out towards her. The occupant exited, but right as Jennifer grabbed the door, someone else came in and pulled the door shut behind them.
“H-hey!” she protested.
“Sorry lady, it’s an emergency!” a man’s voice called out with urgency.
Jennifer cursed under her breath, but there was nothing to be done. She looked back, and a number of people were watching her. Whether it was because she was the only person doing anything noteworthy or because they were judging her, Jennifer defaulted to expecting the latter. She took a nearby seat, sample cup tight in her grasp.
She honestly thought that sitting would make the urge to pee lessen, if not go away entirely. She was wrong. Sitting there sandwiched between a pregnant woman and a heavyset man, Jennifer did her normal thing of shrinking in on herself and it just made everything so much worse. Gravity wasn’t pulling on her anymore. Instead, the way she was sitting put more pressure on her aching bladder.
A good ten minutes had passed since she first needed to go, and like usual the need was growing by the second. Jennifer rocked herself back and forth on the chair, breathing heavily. One leg jiggled wildly on the ground. It somehow made things better in that it gave her something to focus on, and worse as it jostled and stimulated her. She was painfully aware of the urine inside her, sloshing around like waves crashing against the shore.
The toilet flushed again. Jennifer sat up straight. The door opened. As soon as the man inside was in the doorway she was out of her chair and pushing past him, closing and locking the door behind her while breathing heavily. She positioned herself over the toilet, pulling her panties down and hiking up her skirt. Holding the cup in position was a pain, but she got it there and pushed.
Nothing. Jennifer closed her eyes, trying to drown out the muffled sounds of kids shouting and the TV going to an especially loud commercial. She tried to focus on just relaxing and letting nature take its course. With a grateful sigh, she felt herself shift and the flow start. And then stop immediately after just a couple drops, making the need spike painfully.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” she said to herself. “Please please please not now.” Jennifer tried to force herself to just let go and pee. God knows she needed to go badly enough, but all the need in the world wouldn’t make her stubborn bladder let go and empty.
A knock on the door surprised her into starting a stream. She was so caught off guard she nearly missed the cup entirely, but as soon as she realized she was peeing she clamped down and it was like running into that brick wall. It felt like she was still peeing, without any of the satisfaction.
The knock sounded again. “Excuse me, are you done? I really need to go.” This time it was a child’s voice.
Turning red, Jennifer wanted to scream at them. She’d barely been in there for like, two minutes! Instead she managed to get out, “No, not done. Please wait.”
And then she tried again. It shouldn’t have been so difficult to just fucking pee. It felt like she was peeing. It felt like being in a dream where she was peeing and peeing and peeing and nothing was coming out and every second was worse than the last. Another few drops managed. And then a trickle that stopped almost as soon as it started. Slowly, haltingly, bringing the test cup up to the one third mark.
And then the damned kid knocked on the door again. “Please? It’s an emergency.” And to her dismay, the kid kept knocking on the door, a constant tattoo against the wood that consumed her world.
“FINE,” Jennifer almost yelled, grabbing some toilet paper and wiping. She put a lid on the sample and washed her hands. Quickly. Grabbing the sample she opened the door. A little girl no older than seven looked up at her.
“Thanks,” she said, grinning and showing a missing tooth. It was hard to be mad at her for long. Jennifer gave her a pained smile and went to the receptionist. She held it out.
The receptionist sneered at her. “What do you want me to do with it? You put it in the panel in the bathroom. And they’re going to need more than that.”
More? It was hard enough to get this out. Jennifer said nothing as she retreated to her seat near the bathroom. Stopping and starting as often as she had was torture. It was worse now, a constant sensation of phantom-peeing. And then it happened.
Jennifer reached the point where she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, she could pee in public if she had to. She could pee in public if given the opportunity. All she had to do was wait for the kid to get out of the bathroom and then everything would be fine and she could pee and go home.
The minutes passed slowly, tauntingly. The rest of the water hit her bladder and now she was so full she ached. There was no way for her to sit that wasn’t uncomfortable, that didn’t make everything worse. The entire time she stared at the door, silently begging the child to just be done.
Now, Jennifer could not only pee in public, she wanted to. She reached the point of silently praying, begging anyone who would hear her that she would do whatever they wanted if it meant some relief. Her panties were wet, and she knew she was starting to leak now, little droplets coming out regardless of how hard she clamped down.
The TV changed to a commercial again, suddenly doubling in volume. Jennifer jumped in her seat and the motion made her let go. She was frozen in her seat, unable to move, unable to do anything as the pee finally left her, pouring into her panties and the plastic chair she was sitting in. She wanted to be horrified, disgusted, ashamed, anything. All she felt was relief as she let go.
On and on and on it felt like she was peeing forever. And finally, her neighbors noticed. “Oh shit,” said the heavy man beside her, getting up and giving her plenty of room. All the people around her gave her a wide berth as all sound save the TV died down and Jennifer knew they were all watching her. They’d all seen it.
Even the receptionist had stood up at her desk to get a better view, shooting Jennifer a look that was half surprised amusement, half pity. Jennifer stood up, feeling the way the warm pee dripped down her legs and pooled around her feet. She took a slow, sloshy step forward, away from the waiting room, painfully aware of how many people had seen her piss herself in public.
“I’ll come back tomorrow.” |
Author's note: Welcome to the Farlight Chronicles! This is an original work and is planned to be an ongoing adventure starring the young lady Isabelle and her desperate adventures through an alternate steampunk fantasy world. Though there is already a main plotline in place, I welcome any tips or requests for how you'd like to see the story go (as well as any particular scenarios you'd like to see happen) and of course, I'm more than happy to hear any feedback on the story and my writing style. Without further ado, let's get into it! I hope you enjoy. More chapters coming soon...
Prologue:
In the vast lands of the Old World, ever ravaged by the changing tides of progress, commerce and war, a lone girl rides by carriage towards a mighty city, one of the largest ever built. The girl has pale skin, with long dark brown hair and striking amber eyes. She has dressed her best in preparation for her visit, sporting a long black overcoat, a white vest covering a red shirt and a pair of black pants, as well as tightly fitted black boots, reaching all the way up to her knees. On her head rests a dignified stovepipe, tilted slightly back to accentuate her carefully groomed side-parting. She is nervous. This kind of presentation is far from what she is used to, and the place she is headed is known to be far less than friendly to visitors from the countryside. That said, she cannot help but feel a sense of anticipation for her visit, as whatever downsides the city may hold it is still a place of opportunity. An opportunity for her to forge a new life. An opportunity to fly along the farlight, and see all the world has to offer with her own two eyes.
Chapter 1: Out of her depth
Isabelle had spent her entire live living in one of the little forested ground villages of the Cascades, a vast and sparsely populated region of the Vaal Imperiate dominated mostly by farmland and rolling hills, largely untouched by the march of progress that the rest of the world had succumbed to. She had only ever glimpsed the technological marvels of the Imperiate in passing, and as such the feeling she felt upon first entering the sprawling multi-leveled city of Midway and taking in the sight of the towering buildings, factories clad in smoke, and extensive aerodromes from which airships of all shapes and sizes were constantly departing and arriving could only be described as one of utter amazement. When she was still only a child she had been awed by the tales of aeronauts, and the sight of mighty dreadnaughts, smaller but fiercer frigates and giant cargo ships that occasionally flew above her village and had long dreamed of being able to join in that lifestyle. To that end she had arrived in the city to seek work on one of the vessels, but this goal was quickly waylaid by her fascination with the bustle of city life as she wandered about watching the busy locals walk by, and marveling at the vast networks of machinery that kept the city functioning.
She walked aimlessly for close to an hour, until she finally found herself leaning against the railing at the very edge of one of the upper levels of the city, situated several hundred feet above the ground. Looking out across the built-up land surrounding the city, she felt like she must be at the very top of the world, like a goddess looking down on her realm from the top of a magnificent mountain. However, as she took a deep breath and allowed herself to settle and relax, she became aware of a problem that was certainly not befitting of a goddess. In her excitement she had completely neglected her body’s needs. She felt a little tired, maybe a touch hungry too, but more than anything she had to pee. Growing up in the countryside she was used to simply sneaking off into the woods and relieving herself in privacy whenever the need got bad enough, and as such she was very much unused to holding it. The sprawling cityscape would however provide few opportunities for such secluded relief. She briefly scanned her eyes across the streets from where she stood, shifting in place as she did so.
“Dammit…” she muttered, as she glumly resigned herself to holding it in until she could find a proper bathroom where she could pee in peace.
She set off to search for one, but her expedition yielded no success. Street after street she paced, finding nothing but residences, factories and stores, none of which she could pluck up the courage to ask the gruff and busy-looking people who occupied them if they wouldn’t mind sharing their facilities. As her need grew ever more pronounced, she considered simply diving into one of the alleys, pulling her pants aside and letting go, but despite her bladder’s protests she repeatedly dismissed the thought.
“No way I could ever do that with so many people walking by…” she mumbled to herself as she subtly crossed her legs in an attempt to reduce the pressure that was now constantly reminding her of her impending desperation.
Her search eventually led her back down to the lower levels of the city, where her straining body finally convinced her to ask for directions from one of the locals. After a few attempts to catch the attention of the rapidly passing pedestrians her eyes settled on one particular person, a girl who looked to be about her age who was sitting on a large crate idly cleaning her nails with an iron pick. She was short, thin, and had a shock of ginger hair messily cut to just above chin-length as well as a small collection of freckles which dotted her pale face. Set into that face were a pair of big, hazel-brown eyes. As for her clothing she wore a long, dark grey overcoat with a coal-stained white shirt underneath and a pair of suspenders holding up her rough, brown pants. She also had a pair of scratched-up goggles strapped across a grey stovepipe hat, that almost mimicked Isabelle's own attire, only it was considerably shorter and more crooked. Isabelle stiffly walked up to her, trying her best not to betray just how badly she had to go. She stopped just a few feet in front of the girl and cleared her throat.
“Um, excuse me miss… I was wondering if you could direct me to-“
The girl jumped up with a start, and to Isabelle’s surprise unsheathed a small knife, pointing it directly at her throat.
“Oi, who do you think you are, sneakin’ up on a gal like that? You a license hunter?” she demanded, waving the blade menacingly in front of her.
Isabelle was shocked, almost to the point of speechlessness.
“I- n-no, I’m just looking for-“
“Right, right, so you’re with a rival company then, eh? Well this spot’s been booked by captain Amelia, and I’m ‘ere on her behalf, so get lost ya rat!”
Isabelle started stepping from foot to foot. This girl's constant shouting certainly wasn’t helping her situation in the slightest… Even so, she continued trying to explain herself.
“I-I’m not with any company, I’m not even from here! I-I just need you to show me-“
Once again, the girl interrupted.
“Aha! So you’re one a’ them thugs what tried to run my good captain out a’ Highfall last week, are ya? Well guess what, I’m right tough I am, so if you think you can scare me outta’ ‘ere you can shove it up your-“
“Shut it!” yelled Isabelle, finally running out of patience.
The girl looked completely caught off guard by this sudden display, lowering her knife and simply staring blankly at her.
“I’m not with a company, I’m not from Highfall, and I’m not a whatever-it-was hunter, I just really need you to show me how to get to the bathroom, okay?”
After a moment the girl regained her composure and cocked her head.
“I- bathroom? Well… I dunno, most folks ‘round ‘ere just shower every so often, eh? Why’d ya need a bath so badly anyway? You look cleaner than most ‘a the folk what live ‘round these parts. Aw, don’t tell me you’re one a’ them fancy people…”
Isabelle pushed a hand into her crotch. She really didn’t have time for this…
“Wh- no I don’t need a bath! I need to… use the facilities.” she tried, her cheeks taking on a slight red hue.
The girl sighed in frustration.
“What “facilities”, eh? Do you even know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout? Honestly, love you gotta be more specific with these kind a’ things, I'm not a bloomin’-“
“Pee! I have to pee, okay? And I don’t know how to find the bathroom, or facilities or whatever you people call them and this place is like a damn maze and I’ve been holding it for ages now so could you please, please just show me where I can pee!” Isabelle finally yelled.
The girl looked shocked at first, but after a brief pause she started to giggle.
“Oh, I get’s it now, you really aren’t from Midway, are ya lassie?”
Isabelle looked down, crossing her legs as she did so.
“No, I’m not… I’m from a village in the Cascades…”
“Ah, a proper greenleg then, I takes it? Well ‘ere’s your first lesson I suppose… ‘round here, when we have to take a piss we call it “hittin’ the blocks”. That work for ya, love?” the girl grinned.
“I-I guess…” Isabelle mumbled in an embarrassed tone, still shifting in place.
“Well, go on then.” the girl said expectantly.
“Go on… what?”
“Tell me what ya need!” the girl giggled.
“I… um… well I need to… hit the blocks.” Isabelle said, turning more and more red by the second.
To her surprise, the girl then grabbed her arm.
“Well, why didn’t ya just say so! C’mon now, it’s just ‘round this corner ‘ere. Name’s Lizzie by the way, since you didn’t ask. “Elizabeth” if you really are one ‘a them fancy folk. What about yourself?”
“Um… it’s Isabelle… P-Pleasure to meet you.” mumbled Isabelle in response.
“Quite the same, lassie! Now let’s not keep you waitin’ anymore.”
And with that, Elizabeth led the persistently squirming and blushing Isabelle down a winding street and into a dim wooden room with the text “Public Block” crudely stamped on the door.
“There ya go, love! Get on with it and we’ll be out in a jiffy.” stated Lizzie with a grin.
Isabelle wasn’t convinced however. Unlike the bathrooms she’d know throughout her entire life, there were no stalls here. Just one long metal trough, through which water seemed to periodically flow.
“U-Um… where do I…?” she tired.
Lizzie rolled her eyes.
“Well I reckon's it’s more than obvious what ya gotta do ‘ere love. Pull your pants off, squat down 'alfway and go. I mean really, it ain’t that ‘ard!” she chuckled.
Isabelle gulped, nervously stepping forward to the trough and steeling herself for the experience. Normally, she wouldn’t even consider going in something like this. It was too public and far too dirty, let alone the fact that she’d have to partially stand (something which she was most unaccustomed to), but her bladder was already full to bursting and she didn’t want to risk leaving in search of another bathroom, let alone the embarrassment of trying to explain the problem to someone like Lizzie. In her hesitation though she was once again interrupted by the girl.
“Gosh lassie, if you’re gonna take this bloomin’ long I might as well go too. Scooch over, would ya?” she said as she shuffled closer and turned her backside towards the trough, grasping the edges of her pants as she did so.
“W-Wait! Would you… let me go first please? I… really don’t want to wait…” said Isabelle as her potty dancing intensified.
She was however met with a look of utter bewilderment from Lizzie, who had stopped in her tracks midway through pulling her pants down.
“…What are you on about? “Go first”? This some kind ‘a weird greenleg thing, eh? It’s a block drain, love, it’s meant to be used by lots a’ folk at once, got it?”
“C-Could you please just wait outside until I’m done?” pleaded Isabelle frantically.
Lizzie shot her a deeply annoyed look and pulled her pants back up, turning towards the door.
“Ugh, fine, whatever! Just don’t take too long, ‘kay? I got stuff I need to get on with too. Oh, and try not to get your throat slit while your back’s turned. Folk’s ‘round ‘ere take what they can get, if ya see what I mean.” she smirked.
Isabelle went white.
“Um… okay, could you also make sure nobody else comes in here while I’m… relieving myself?”
Lizzie let out a very audible sigh.
“Fine, fine, I was just fibbin’ I was, but whatever makes ya happy, greenleg. God, you’re a pain in the arse...” she said as she left the room, closing the door behind her.
Alone now, Isabelle quickly unbuckled her pants and pulled them down, pushing her backside out over the metal drain. She felt how desperately she needed to go now. All that waiting had really taken a toll on her body… She closed her eyes, relaxed her bladder and… nothing. She repositioned herself and relaxed again. Still nothing, other than a much more pressing need. She was now starting to panic, why couldn’t she go? Was she just too nervous, or was it that her body was unused to peeing in such a strange position? She had squatted down in the woods plenty of times, but she’d never done it standing up like this, nor had she done it in such a public place before. She stuck her backside out further and pushed. A jet of urine shot out from between her legs, hitting the metal and making a very audible splattering noise. She froze up, her need now getting even worse thanks to the slight taste of relief she had achieved. Finally, she tired squatting down as low as she could without her privates actually touching the cold, damp metal beneath her. She relaxed, closed her eyes again, and to her relief a slow, tinkling stream began to leave her exhausted bladder.
“Finally…” she mumbled.
However just as she had started peeing, the door to the bathroom swung open and to her horror Isabelle saw Lizzie sticking her head through with an exasperated look on her face.
“Oi, ya done yet, love?” she shouted.
Isabelle shot up, desperately clenching to stop her flow and quickly pulling her pants back up.
“N-No! Why did you do that?!” she yelled, shooting Lizzie a look that was equal parts shame and annoyance.
“You’ve already been in 'ere for ages! Get a move on, would ya!”
“I will if you stop interrupting me!” Isabelle shouted back.
Lizzie frowned and slammed the door shut, muttering something about “greenlegs” as she did so.
Now Isabelle had a problem however. The unexpected interruption had caused her nerves to flare up anew, and even though she tried to resume her position her body simply wasn’t letting her go anymore, no matter how hard she pushed. She let out a frustrated groan. She was desperate. Her bladder couldn’t take much more, but the pressure she felt from Lizzie and the unfamiliar nature of her situation was too much for her to handle. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold it for long if she simply left, and yet she couldn’t go. Her eyes started frantically scanning for a solution but all she could find in the room was the metal trough and a few old sinks raised much too high for her to even think of using them as toilets. Eventually however, her eyes settled on the far corner of the room, and a thought snaked its way into her mind. What if she just peed on the floor? It wasn’t a great option by any means, and the thought of someone walking in on her like that was almost enough to make her dismiss the idea outright, but she would be able to lower herself into a much more comfortable position if she did, and so her desperately full bladder convinced her to go with it.
She quickly hobbled over to the corner, holding herself and wincing with each step. When she made it there she quickly squatted down facing the wall, pulled her pants out of the way, and pushed. This new strategy was far more effective than she had expected as pee began gushing out of her bulging bladder, quickly forming a puddle in the corner of the little room. She sighed in relief, closing her eyes and imagining being back out in one of the forests of her home, which had so frequently served as a means of relief for her. Her urine had seeped in between the cracks in the floorboards, so her puddle wasn’t too noticeable, but the sheer volume at which she was peeing did cause it to grow to a not insignificant size.
Finally, the last few drops had left her body. And so, feeling a mix of embarrassment, frustration, and immense relief she pulled her pants back up, fastened her belt and left the bathroom. Lizzie was leaning against the wall outside, and quickly pushed past her as soon as she was out.
“Honestly, it’s a bloomin’ wonder I didn’t piss my britches waitin’ for ya…” she said as she hurried inside.
Isabelle took a deep breath and sighed. She hadn’t expected the city to be this vexing at all. Looking out across it again though, she was reminded of why she had come here in the first place, and assured herself that it was just a case of getting used to it.
About two minutes after Lizzie had entered the bathroom she emerged once more, adjusting her pants and straightening her coat, all the while wearing a notiecable look of relief.
“Right, all better there now eh, princess?” she said, shooting Isabelle a mocking grin.
Isabelle crossed her arms and looked away.
“Yes… actually. Much better.” Isabelle responded, refusing to meet the gaze of the smaller girl.
“Well then, if I’m all done playin’ nanny to ya I’ll be getting’ back to me’ job if ya don’t mind. Pleasure meetin’ ya.”
And with that, Lizzie turned and began walking away. Isabelle watched her leave, and after a moment’s consideration she called after the slowly retreating figure of the girl.
“Hey, uh… Lizzie?”
Lizzie stopped.
“Yeh, what is it?” she said over her shoulder.
Isabelle looked down at her feet awkwardly.
“Um… I just wanted to say… thank you. I… know I probably seem a little odd to you after all this, and I know I got a bit snappy about it but… you did help me out… so thanks.”
“Right, right, no trouble.” said Lizzie as she started walking away once more, dismissively waving her hand at the girl.
However, to Isabelle’s surprise, she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks, and after a few seconds wait she turned around and started looking over the much taller girl. Suddenly, she began walking towards her again. Isabelle instinctively took a step back, but before she knew it Lizzie was standing right in front of her, staring up at her face.
“Say… you said you was from the country, didn’t ya?” she said, still examining the girl with an intense look of curiosity.
“Y-Yes, I’m from the Cascades…” responded Isabelle, somewhat taken aback by the attention she was now receiving.
“Right, an' I’m guessin’ you know the area quite well then, eh?” Lizzie continued, a knowing smirk beginning to form across her face.
“I- Well yes, I grew up wandering those regions…”
“And tell me then, love… what were it that made ya travel right down ‘ere then?” said the girl, moving in even closer to Isabelle’s face.
“I-I was… well I just… I was… looking to fly with an airship…” mumbled Isabelle, getting more and more flustered by the second.
Suddenly, Lizzie jumped back and clapped her hands triumphantly.
“Hah! Just as I’d ‘oped! Well you’re right lucky then, you are, ‘cause it just so ‘appens I fly with a right fine vessel I do, and we just might ‘ave a job for ya, lassie. Now ya might be a greenleg, and a bloomin’ strange one at that, but you do got somethin’ about ya… What say you tag along with me and meet my captain, eh?” she grinned.
Isabelle was completely taken aback by the sudden offer, but after a good few moments of consideration, she concluded that she probably wouldn’t get a better shot at making her dream a reality. She nodded hesitantly, and Lizzie hopped to her side and began leading her down the streets once more.
“C’mon now you, I reckon the captain’ll take a right shine to ya, if you behave.”
Isabelle allowed herself a cautious smile.
“Um… thank you, Lizzie. I look forward to it.”
Lizze grinned again.
“Pleasure’s all mine, Isabelle. Pleasure’s all mine.”
Edited December 9, 2021 by CatchersEye
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Chapter 2: The Captain and the Country Girl
Lizzie led Isabelle through the streets and up the city level by level. The further they walked, the more Isabelle became convinced that the city simply went on forever. Her head was swimming, both with the events of the day and with thoughts of what was yet to come. Feeling herself starting to get increasingly nervous and overwhelmed, she turned to make conversation with her new unexpected companion who was still marching along next to her, whistling a whimsical tune to herself.
“So uh… this captain of yours… Amelia, was it? What’s she like?”
“Captain Amelia? I’m shocked you ain’t ‘eard the tales about ‘er! She’s the most fearsome an’ respectable captain ever to take to the skies, she is! On top ‘a that, she flies the finest ship what you’ll ever lay your eyes on, a real beast o’ the skies! What’dya think ‘a that eh, greenleg?” Lizzie excitedly exclaimed.
Isabelle gulped.
“I… L-Lizzie, do you really think someone like that will have any use for me on her ship?”
“‘Course she will! Give ‘er a sec to warm to ya an’ I reckon you’ll fit right in no problem!” Lizzie assured her with a grin.
“If you say so…” Isabelle mumbled.
Finally, the two arrived at the edge of one of the extensive skydocks that jutted out along the outside of the city, like jagged metal hands stretching towards the horizon. Above the entryway hung a sign which read “Scrapper Exchange Dock”. Lizzie began skipping down the length of the walkway and quickly beckoned for Isabelle to follow her. She did so reluctantly, realizing that looking out across the immense drop from the level of the city on which she now found herself was quite different from actually walking over it. As she stepped out and began walking across the wide, firm, yet rough-looking metal path the sounds of gushing steam, whirring engines, and the hoarse shouting of crewmen became ever more pronounced. She passed by many vessels, each seemingly larger than the last, ever wondering which one of them would be taking her up into the skies for the first time in her life. She allowed herself a cautious smile as excitement began to take over from anxiety once more. This truly was to be the beginning of her adventure out into the world. Finally, Lizzie signaled for Isabelle to stop walking. Still grinning, she swept her hand out across one of the airships.
“There you ‘ave ‘er, the best scrapper vessel ever to grace the skies!” she declared “The mighty, the terrifyin’, an’ the right bloomin’ beautiful… it’s the one an’ only, The Gloomy Wanderer!”
Isabelle looked out at the ship that lay anchored in front of her and cocked her head. It appeared to be about 60 feet in length with a somewhat deep hull and two air balloons suspended above it, one big one that ran from the front of the ship along the length of the deck and one smaller one at the back. Not tiny as such, but it wasn’t quite the magnificent warship Isabelle had envisioned. The way it was constructed wasn’t exactly anything to boast about either. With a hull consisting mainly of what looked to be pine wood and several crudely forged metal plates all held together by thick steel beams the ship did at least look sturdy, but it was a far cry from the mighty, ornate vessels of the imperial fleet with their polished heavy oaken panels, reinforced with twice-forged steel plating. Across the side of the hull was painted a red raven that looked to be carrying a lantern.
“I know what you’re thinkin’ there, lassie… “How could I ever be worthy a’ servin’ on such a fine ship”, eh? Well don’t you worry yourself ‘bout that. Just follow my lead an’ you’ll be fine, I swears it!” Lizzie exclaimed, putting a friendly hand on Isabelle’s shoulder.
“Right…” Isabelle muttered, still not taking her eyes of the ship.
A sudden pat from the aforementioned hand snapped her out of her puzzled trance and she turned once more towards Lizzie.
“Well then, if you’re quite done gawkin’ let’s not waste any more time, ‘aright? Sky’s waitin’ for ya, greenleg!” she declared as she hopped joyfully aboard the craft.
Isabelle trudged after the girl, making sure to keep her eyes on the narrow gangplank as she walked across it. Just before she touched down on the deck however, she heard a voice booming out from ahead of her.
“Elizabeth Sintch, you’re late! We’ve had to delay the launch for at least half an hour thanks to your tardiness!”
Isabelle was so taken aback by this sudden occurrence that she nearly lost her footing, tripping over onto her knees where she desperately clasped the sides of the gangplank to steady herself. When she looked up she was greeted by the sight of a man towering over both her and Lizzie. He was easily over six-foot-five and built like a bull, with thick-set arms and legs. His skin was dark and weather-beaten, while a pair of deep-set brown eyes stared forth from his rough face. Though he was completely bald, he sported a bushy, white (and somewhat unkempt) moustache. As for his attire he wore only a pair of loose black pants attached with suspenders which stretched up across a half-open white shirt. Isabelle looked at the man, afraid of what kind of trouble he was about to get Lizzie into, but when she looked back at her companion she was surprised to see her shooting the man a mocking grin.
“Hah! So that’s thirty more minutes for you to slack of an’ nap eh, Sammy?”
The man shrugged.
“I take pride in getting my work done efficiently, that’s all. If you catch me napping it’s because the ship and crew are already in perfect condition! Besides, when I’m working the helm I never sleep, unlike you on lookout duty.”
The two then burst out laughing, and the man slapped a friendly hand down on Lizzie’s head with such force that it looked to Isabelle like he’d crush her. However, she simply brushed him off and continued her laughing fit. During this episode, Isabelle had managed to clamber up the last part of the gangplank, shakily get to her feet and brush her coat off with a sigh. At this, the man turned and began looking her over.
“My my, what have we here?” he said, putting his hands behind his back and leaning in almost uncomfortably close to Isabelle with a warm smile. Isabelle took a step back and awkwardly attempted to return the man’s smile.
“Ah- um… M-My name’s Isabelle.” she stuttered.
The man backed off and jerked his thumb toward her.
“This our new navigator, Lizzie?”
Lizzie nodded eagerly.
“Aye, a greenleg straight from the Cascades no less!”
“Huh, might come in handy then. Well then Isabelle, it’s a pleasure to meet you!” the man said.
“Y-Yes, you too mister… Sammy, was it?” she trailed off looking over to Lizzie for help as she did so.
“The name’s Samsworth Arrowe, but you can call me Mr. Arrowe. Everybody else on board does, ‘cept this brat.” he said, kneading a fist into Lizzie’s head as he did so. She quickly pushed his arm off to the side with a chuckle.
“Aye, ‘es our crew’s chief ‘elmsman.” she said, pointing to the ship’s wheel that sat on a raised deck near the back of the vessel.
“As well as the captain’s personal favorite.” Arrowe added with a proud smile, rubbing one end of his mustache as he did so.
As soon as he said that however, he received an annoyed look and an ineffectual slap across his right arm from Lizzie.
“Oh, don’t you go fillin’ the new girl’s ‘ead with lies now, you! You’re first mate, quite bloomin’ different from bein’ ‘er favorite I’d say!”
Arrowe shrugged again, smirking at the girl as he did so.
“Say what you will, you’ll come to accept the truth soon enough. Anyway, whatever my status here on the ship, Isabelle, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” he said, extending a hand to her as he did.
She clasped it, giving herself over to a rough handshake.
“And you, Mr. Arrowe. I look forward to working with you.”
Arrowe laughed.
“Hah! Now there’s a proper greeting! Do take notes, Elizabeth.”
The girl simply frowned in response.
As he ended the handshake however, yet another voice rang out across the ship. However, unlike the welcoming and booming symphony that was Arrowe’s voice, or the comparatively playful and energetic chatter of Lizzie, this voice was stern and held a distinctly calculating note.
“I take it from this ruckus that Miss Sintch has returned, correct?”
Arrowe immediately straightened his back and turned to address the owner of the new voice.
“Aye, Captain.” he declared.
So this must be Captain Amelia. Isabelle thought to herself. She looked the woman over, growing more and more awed as she did so. She was tall, even noticeably taller than Isabelle herself (though not quite approaching the towering stature of Mr. Arrowe) and she seemed to be quite well-built to boot. Going by the features on her pale face, Isabelle would estimate that she was in her late twenties, perhaps even early thirties, but the fierce and weathered look in her bright blue eyes made her appear much older. She had a crimson red bob cut which swept down across the right side of her face, framing her small, ever so slightly pointed nose and topped off with a black tricorn hat. Isabelle also noticed that she had a metal pin depicting a raven attached to one side of it. In addition to that she wore a somewhat tight-fitted black tailcoat, with a black shirt adorned with golden buttons, as well as a pair of equally tight-fitted white pants. On her feet she wore a pair of knee-high black leather boots with a pair of silver buckles strapped across the top of them. She even had a pair of silver epaulets across her shoulders, the mark of a captain who had been recognized within the Imperiate.
In contrast to the ship, Amelia perfectly matched and perhaps even surpassed Isabelle’s expectations of what an airship’s captain would look like.
“Excellent.” the woman continued “And tell me, Miss Sintch, did you manage to use to money I gave you to hire a skilled enough navigator for our journey?”
Lizzie cheerfully bounded up to her with a grin spread from ear to ear.
“Did even better I did, captain! Swiped us a gal right outta the Cascades, and what’s more I didn’t waste a single coin on ‘er! She’s a right good sport ‘bout the idea of flyin’ too, ‘least for a greenleg, she is.”
Isabelle glared at Lizzie as the captain let out a sigh.
“Just what we needed…” she sarcastically mumbled “Well, inexperienced or not we’ll be casting off imminently, so she’ll have to do I suppose. Come along then girl, I’d like to learn what you’re made of before we leave. As for the rest of you, Tom’s had dinner and tea prepared below deck. As soon as you’ve eaten, I want you to get the ship ready for departure.”
Arrowe and Lizzie both enthusiastically saluted the woman in response.
“Aye, captain! We’ll be airborne within the hour!”
Seemingly satisfied, Amelia gave a short nod, then turned and began walking back to her cabin, gesturing for Isabelle to follow her as she did so. Isabelle obeyed, but as she began walking she became aware of a slight tingle and a dull feeling of pressure pushing against her abdomen.
“It’s just nerves, Isabelle… calm down...” she whispered to herself.
The captain’s cabin was small and somewhat cramped, with a dark wooden floor and walls, bathed in light from oil lanterns that hung from the low ceiling. There was a wooden table in the middle of the room, which was covered in a red tablecloth and stacked with candles, maps and books. Set behind the table was an ornate yet somewhat worn-looking padded wooden chair upon which the captain seated herself, looking over Isabelle as she did so.
“Well then, let’s start simple… Your name.”
Isabelle was snapped out of her bewildered state.
“Oh, um, i-it’s Isabelle. Isabelle Laurent.”
“So, Miss Laurent… Elizabeth reckons you’d do well as our new navigator then, does she? Well I’m curious… do you agree with her assessment of your usefulness?”
Isabelle gulped.
“I-I… well I’ll… try my best.” she stuttered.
In response to this, the captain lent forward and crossed her arms.
“That’s not what I asked, girl... but no matter. I’m not much for talk anyway, and since you’ll be flying with us regardless I’ll see what you’re worth once we’re in the sky. You’re from the Cascades then, yes?”
“Y-Yes, captain. I’ve uh… spent my whole life there. I mean… until now, of course.”
Isabelle shifted in place, nervously averting her eyes from the fierce woman seated in front of her. She couldn’t tell if it was just the situation making her anxious, or if it really was her body once more asking for relief, but she was now aware of a growing feeling of discomfort in her bladder.
Do I seriously have to go again?
She looked over at the door, wondering where the bathroom might be on a ship like this, but when the captain once again spoke she immediately snapped back to attention.
“Good. We’re planning a salvage mission in that area, an old wreck about 3 days flight out from our current position. Several scrapping companies Your knowledge of the region should come in handy, even if you are a greenleg.”
“Captain I… was wondering what that word meant. I’m uh… guessing it’s not a good thing.”
The captain let out a short chuckle.
“It’s aeronaut speak for someone who’s never flown before, although if I were you I wouldn’t expect Elizabeth to stop referring to you as such for some time yet.”
“Yes, that’s… just about what I expected. I-If you don’t mind me asking though, is there… something I could call her in return?” Isabelle asked curiously, although a glare from the captain quickly made her regret her question.
“If there is, you should learn it in your own time. After all, if you want to keep flying with me and my crew you’ll have to learn to adapt to your new environment on your own.” as she said this, Amelia lowered her eyes and looked straight into Isabelle’s.
“Speaking of which… I know Miss Sintch recruited you, but I’m assuming you’re here by choice, so I find myself wondering… what was it that made you decide you wanted to join my crew, girl?” she asked.
Isabelle was taken aback by the captain’s question and looked down at the ground awkwardly. She paused for a moment before speaking.
“I… are you… familiar with the Farlight, captain?”
Amelia scoffed.
“The legendary great valley running the length of the Old World? I’d wager that there isn’t a captain within the Imperiate who hasn’t heard of it. What’s it to you though?”
All of a sudden, Isabelle felt very self-conscious. This was the first time she’d ever been confronted about her dreams and ambitions. But she refused to back out now…
“Well… I…” she took a deep breath and met the captain’s steely gaze “One day, I-I’d like to… to see it! T-To fly along it, and out into the distant Reaches. To see the icefields of the far north, a-and the endless oceans of the west!”
For the first time, the guarded look in captain Amelia’s eyes seemed to waver, giving way to a flicker of recognition as she gazed at her new crewmate. As quickly as it had come though, the flicker disappeared once more. The captain smiled, then wordlessly rose to her feet and walked past Isabelle towards the cabin door. As she opened it, she looked back over her shoulder.
“I’m guessing you’re quite hungry, as well as rather parched there. Our ship’s cook Tom has prepared food and drink below deck for the crew, and I want you to join them and eat your fill. It’ll be a good opportunity for you to introduce yourself and get settled in. We take to the skies in 30-minutes sharp, and I’ll call on you once we’re airborne to take up your position of navigator. Welcome to the crew, Isabelle.”
With that, captain Amelia strode out of the little cabin and set off along the deck, checking every rope and rivet as she marched the length of the ship. Isabelle simply stood in awe. Had she really just been signed on? Just like that? Still in a daze, she wandered after the captain, but as soon as she left the cabin she felt a hand grasp onto her shoulder. She squeaked in shock and jumped back to identify the owner of the hand, feeling the contents of her bladder slosh around uncomfortably as she did so. She crossed her legs subtly and looked up to see the hulking frame of Arrowe looming above her once again, a giant, warm grin set across his face.
“Cloud.” he said.
“I-I… what?” Isabelle stuttered in bewilderment.
Arrowe chuckled.
“If you do really want to get under Elizabeth’s skin, call her a “cloud”.”
Isabelle looked at the man for a moment, then allowed herself a sheepish grin.
“Thank you, Mr. Arrowe.”
“Come now, Tom gets furious if you let his food go cold before eating it.” Arrowe said, as began wandering towards the steps that led to the lower deck of the ship. Isabelle followed, but kept casting her gaze from side to side, hoping to find some sign of a bathroom. She gently pressed a hand between her legs as they walked.
Damn it… I’ll be in trouble if I don’t take care of this soon…
Author's note: Sorry for the long wait! Holidays have been a busy time for me this year, but never fear, the next part is already in the works and rest assured, it more than makes up for the relative lack of omo content in this chapter! Thank you all for the feedback and support, and I hope you continue to enjoy the story!
Edited January 13, 2022 by CatchersEye
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Hello everybody! This is my FIRST fanfiction on here. So here we go. Fair warning. This will be a long ass story.
Part 1: Hanging out with Bonnie's gal pals. (Lots of rambling, Sorry!)
My name is Wildagram (Big W for short) and I just moved to OmorashiVille a week ago. I already made some new friends along the way too, which I was currently hanging out with in Bonnie's apartment since she's enjoying her honeymoon with Taylor. The ladies were:
Jordan Jones, brown hair, Latino and loves to stay beautiful.
Sydney Bentley, Irish, a bit feisty and has blonde hair and glasses.
Alicia Marie, brown hair, Polish with a cocky personality.
Cady White, Australian, red hair and has a mouth on her.
Kionna Parks, African American, black hair and very sassy.
Maria Gonzalez, light brown hair, from Argentina and has a smart personality.
And Anna Yang, a South Korean with short black hair and loves omorashi just like Bonnie, Taylor and me.
Before I even got in the apartment there was empty soda bottles everywhere and they was watching football. Some of the ladies were fidgeting. I didn't mind it and just sat on the couch and chilled. Minutes later,
"Bloody hell, thank goddess that game is over!! I gotta pee!" Shouted Cady as she was uncontrollably fidgeting now.
"Your telling me chica! Those soft drinks really did a number on my bladder!" Says Jordan trying to hold it and put on her lipstick at the same time. They both got up and start heading to the bathroom until Alicia blurted something out..
"It's only been 3 hours and you girls fell a wee bit full and you're calling quits? Some ladies.." After Alicia said that it started to get feisty.
"Shut it homegirl, you know damn well that your bursting just as bad! Don't start your ego power trip now!!" Kionna blurted, in fact ALL the girls except me and Anna were pretty much desperate for a potty break right about now. With the squirming, quick crotch grabs and fidgeting, the situation was getting pretty heated but Sydney said something that got everyone's attention.
"Your out of your mind if you think you can hold it longer than ALL of us!! You were basically squirming throughout the WHOLE DAMN FOOTBALL GAME!! Get off your high horse already."
That just pissed off Alicia. "Well if you put it that way Sydney, then hell yeah I can. In fact, I can hold it longer than anybody in this damn apartment, let's face facts, everybody knows I'm the leader in this group!" Alicia said with the upmost confidence despite tightly crossing her legs and sweating. Even though I can tell she's bluffing, she just didn't want to be caught off guard by Sydney.
"Well, I just don't get why you homosapiens are even thinking about a holding contest, knowing that most of your bladders are the size of peanuts." Maria says calmly, as she was constantly crossing her legs in her tight black pencil skirt.
"And what's THAT supposed to mean?!" Cady was now desperate and offended, not a good combination.
"Yeah Ms.Brainiac, ENLIGHTEN us." Great now Kionna was ticked now. But Maria just straightens her glasses.
"Look around, it's been a minute since the game has ended and we're desperate including myself. Hell, I know at least 10 people that can hold it better than you imbeciles, and they're guys!" That just made the situation worse. The girls and myself were gobsmacked, she did not just say that! Also while this was going on, I noticed that Anna is no where to be found.
Jordan was basically doing a miniature dance, Alicia, Sydney and Maria are crossing their legs and clutching their thighs and Kionna and Cady were basically moving there bodies side to side. But the main focus was Maria's comment and she kept going.
"Come to think of it, a holding contest would be pointless anyway, according to my calculations we all drunk about 12 bottles of soda so you gals will just drop within seconds."
Now Sydney is taunting Maria. "Ohh! Something tells me that Mrs Pinky and The Brain will chicken out!"
I was about to tell everybody to chill out but Maria is fuming. "Ohh!! Alright sister! You poked the bear my friend. You want to play?! Let's play!! But let's raise the stakes, the first lady that wets herself gets a spanking from all of us!"
"YOU'RE ON!!" The girls shouted back at Maria. Just then Anna bursts through the door with a huge menacing grin forming from ear to ear, she was carrying shopping bags full of 2 liters of soda pop and plenty bottles of water. She approaches Maria.
"Since your so CONFIDENT. How about a little side bet. If your the first one eliminated, you have to give me $100. If your not the first one out, you'll get to pick what punishment I'll have to endure. Deal?" Anna says.
"You're on. You want to play? LETS. PLAY. GIVE ME MY BOTTLE!" Maria shouts with determination.
I immediately started to get intrigued. The omorashi loving inside of me is jumping for joy right now.
End of part 1. I know it's long but it's my first fanfiction I couldn't help myself. Apologies!!
Edited December 13, 2021 by Wildagram
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Paul’s hands were deep in the pockets of his khakis as his whole body tensed. His leg pushed off the ground and discreetly crossed over his other knee and then he started to bounced.
“What’s wrong, bro?” Said Bob, who was aroused by his tall, blonde friends desperate demeanor.
Paul’s sweaty face turned to Bob as he continued to bounce.
“I really gotta go!”
Paul twisted around and sprinted off in a speed walk with his legs remaining tight together. Bob on the other hand smiled and leaned forward as his erected penis threw him off balance.
Paul breathed with relief as he approached the bathroom door. He could not wait to empty his full bladder that he had been holding for over four hours. He pushed the door open, and was immediately kicked off of the ground and away . He landed flat on his butt and clenched his crotch in both hands to keep himself from wetting. Paul twisted his legs and squirmed in place as the fall, along with having been so close to relief, had pushed his bladder to the edge. He grinned and bit his lip.
Out of the bathroom came a large muscular man with long hair and a thick mustache. He wore a black onesie that was so tight the bulges from his muscles stuck out. He walked towards Paul, breathing heavy, and finally burped into the air, sending a stink across the room.
Paul covered his face and kept on hand buried between his crossed legs. The smell was so bad it made his eyes water. He struggled to pick himself off from the ground, and the large man pulled Paul up from his ankle, hanging him upside down.
“What you doing boy?” The large man spat out in a thick accent that sounded German or Russian to Paul. “This is Boris’ bathroom,” he said pointing to the door. “No one uses it but Boris!” He pointed his finger in Paul’s face, hoping his words stuck inside Paul as much as the urine in his poor, swelled bladder was.
Bob walked forward carefully as his balance was still off from his massive erection from admiring Paul’s desperation.
“Yes, yes! I’m so sorry Mr. Boris sir.” Paul kept his legs closed tight, twisting his ankle around the one Boris held in his gigantic hand. He placed his hands against his crotch which was pushing outwards as the urine inside of him seemed to have developed a kind of its own, pushing itself out of Paul against all of his will power and muscles. He had to hold on. “Im so, so sorry. It’s just, we’ve been waiting for the market to open for hours now, and I’ve had to pee since we left the house, and now really have to go!”
“Why puny nervous man no go before he leave home?”
“My-erg…bladder w-was only at a two for desperation at that point,” Paul stuttered. “Now I’m at a 10-OW-or maybe a 13!” A tear fell from Paul’s face and dropped down his forehead as the pulses in his bladder became so intense he felt he might burst any second. “Mr. Boris s…sir. P-please, I really have to pee so bad. I don’t want to have something embarrassing happen in the store in front of everyone. Please, may I just use the bathroom, please sir, please?”
Boris scratched his chin, and stared into space considering Paul’s proposal. Paul meanwhile was still upside down which only added more pressure on his bladder. Even though he was trying to avoid a humiliating accident, hanging up there from this large, ridiculous-looking scary man, he squirmed around with his legs crossed and hands still held tightly. He was not going to last much longer, he feared. People were already giggling as he squirmed in mid-air at his predicament, and Bob didn’t seem to be helping.
“Excuse me good sir,” said Bob.
“What you want, small, chubby man?”
“I couldn’t help but hear this predicament.”
“Bob, what are you-“
“Shush, Paul. You seem to be a fellow who enjoys a good muscle match!” Bob swung two fists out like a boxer. “I believe my desperate, bladder busting friend here would gladly have a fun fight with you for the bathroom. What do you say?”
Paul’s eyes widened as his whole body froze. His lip quivered as he stuttered. “B-Bob! I can’t fight hi-“
“It deal puny man!” Boris said.
…………….
Everyone was gathered around for the fight. The bathroom remained locked with the referee, Bob, holding the key. He walked up to his friend as Boris stretched, readying himself for battle.
Bob rubbed Paul’s shoulders. Boris made him change into a tight, black onesie like him, and Paul bladder bulge and penis showed through the latex.
“How you feeling buddy?”
Paul was shaking and holding himself. “I-I—I-c-c-can’t h-h-h-h-HOLD it much l-longer!”
“You’ll do great!”
The bell ring, and Boris ran at him. Paul put up his hands and shoved Boris away just in time. His strength intensified from his bladder urges. Paul got on and started making light punched on Boris who laughed at the puny man’s hits.
“Whoa whoa whoa!” Said Bob. He pulled PAul off of Boris and felt warm liquids glide down his leg which turned him on, causing him to pop a huge boner into Paul’s butt since he was squeezing PAuls back against him.
Paul blushed, and looked down at the accident he made. Urine poured out of him, and a puddle stretched. Everyone started pointing and laughing and taking pictures, and Paul started crying in despair.
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The city bustled. The sun shined. It was a hot one today, and Sam was on her way home from work. The somewhat tall brunette strutted down the sidewalk in her business work outfit, eager to get to the bus stop to get on her way home.
At work earlier, the air conditioner had been broken. She worked a measly office job in an average building, and the temperature rose quickly on the inside once she had arrived that morning. Luckily, free beverages were provided, as everyone would need to stay hydrated and avoid some form of heat stroke. She had drank quite a bit over the course of her work day, mainly iced teas and water. She had drank some orange juice before she left her abode, as well, with her breakfast. She tried to keep her consumption low, as she disliked using public restrooms, even when she quite needed to use one. She tended to avoid using the public toilets, as they seemed filthy and out of place. Sam had always made it a habit to go to the bathroom at home.
As she clocked out, she stopped at a vending machine, and bought a lemon-lime soda. The carbonation filled up her stomach while she walked to the bus stop, as well as an acidic, staticy flavor filling up her mouth. Sticky-sweet syrup rode down her throat. The sun was still high in the sky, but was beginning its gradual descent into the horizon. Her purse felt heavy under the weight of tiredness she was experiencing after her long, humid work day. Inside of it was her novel, her phone, makeup, and keys. It should not have been as heavy as it felt, but it seemed to weigh her down. The bag dangled from the crook of her elbow precariously, threatening to slide down at a moment’s notice. She strolled up to the stop the bus pulled up to on its route.
The only things on Sam’s mind was how her feet hurt from her long day in high heels, and how she would have loved to plop down on a nice toilet and let go to her heart’s content. She had been holding it for most of the day, having only gone before she left for her job, right after she had woken up. She had at least two bottles of water, as well as a bottle of iced tea, and the impending lemon-lime soda, all starting to make their way to her bladder. Most of it had already reached it long ago. In her mind, she urged the bus to make its way over to where she was waiting faster. It was not in sight. She sighed and sat down on the bench, crossing her legs at the knee.
Sam proceeded to mess around on her smartphone, and decided to catch up on the news. As she read onwards of this story and that, she could feel her kidneys depositing more and more droplets of urine into her ever-awaiting bladder. She impatiently jiggled her leg and tapped her foot against the pavement.
She looked up and around at her surroundings, noticing the influx of people bound to the area, also waiting for the bus. She sighed again, hoping she would get a nice window seat despite all of the people around her. Sure, there were not too many people, but she still hoped she could sit down and read her book, as her commute home was around forty-five minutes, with plenty of stops.
She was starting to grow weary of the bus ever coming when suddenly it pulled into view down the road. Delighted, Sam put away her phone. It was considerably late today, but that is alright. “Shit happens,” she thought to herself.
As soon as the bus stopped, she got up, and tried to beat the rush of people trying to get seats, being able to avoid standing. Of course, she would not push anyone or be too upset if she did not get a window seat, but it was preferable.
She paid the toll for the ride and managed to get a window seat, further in the back. Once everyone piled in, she realized she had a seat available next to her. That could change, depending on the stops and how many people got on, but for now she enjoyed having the extra room.
As soon as she sat down, though, her bladder felt like it was being scrunched up, uncomfortably so. It seemed to weigh down on her more so than when she was standing, as her belly pushed down on it. She did not weigh too much, but it seemed to push down on her bladder anyways. The lemon-lime soda was starting to catch up with all of the other drinks inside of her, her kidneys almost working overtime.
She internally groaned, nervous about the prospect of having to urinate while on the bus ride, and wished she could have gone before she left, even though that was not typically her style to do so. She avoided those toilets for a reason, but today was different. She drank more than usual today, so it would have been wiser to take care of her needs before a forty-five minute commute, right?
Little did she know what she was heading right into.
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It was ten minutes into the ride, when they entered the heart of the city. Sam was trying to fully enrapture herself into her book, to avoid the nagging need to pee at hand, but it was starting to fail. On a scale of desperation, she would say she had to go around a seven-point-five out of ten. And she still had over half an hour to go!
As they entered the busiest part of the city, the bus started to majorly slow down. So much so that it came to a stop.
Sam was confused, as when it came to the city the bus normally traversed it well. However, when she noticed the flashing blue-and-red lights off up ahead, it sunk in: there had been a huge accident, and traffic was horrendous now. Not only that, it was a pretty big city, so traffic as-is was already bad.
Her heart sank. This was going to cause the trip to be much longer than it was initially. God dammit! Why didn’t she pee before she left for once!
She tapped her foot against the floor as the bus trudged among the traffic. It seemed to move at a snail’s pace as cars surrounded them seemingly on all sides. She caught a glimpse of the accident, and it wasn’t as bad as she thought beforehand, but it was still two cars that had been smashed, and that ordered various authorities to take care of it.
Sam tried to return to her book, which was a generic mystery novel, however now with the sudden knowledge of having to wait to arrive home ever further she was angry and found it even harder to focus than before.
She sighed and slipped her book back into her purse, as it seemed pointless to indulge further. She would just forget everything she read, anyways.
The stifling heat of the bus seemed to intensify. It was already a somewhat hot day, and everything just seemed to be getting worse for her. At least it was not cold, which would have aggravated her bladder further.
The bus continued to move and stop very slowly. She could practically feel her kidneys depositing more fluid into her bladder, which in turn almost seemed to yell at her for allowing more deposits. It was not overflowing yet, but at the rate in which the bus was moving, and how much further she had to go, it was likely it would not be too much longer until it got to that point.
She stared out of the window to pass the time, slipping into a people-watching trance. She watched as people hurried on the sidewalk, entering stores and buildings, and just generally doing things as people do in a city when you have stuff to do.
Eventually, the bus inched a bit forward, causing a fountain to come into Sam’s view. A big, flowing fountain that she could almost hear. It was in a divy in the buildings, in a sort of area with benches where people could converse and rest.
The fountain erupted water into the air that landed in a small pool at the bottom. The sight sent pangs of all kinds from her innard fluid pouch, and her mind started to go places, such as, how nice it would be for her to be erupting water like that, and how good it would feel, and--
No! She had to stop thinking like that! That was not going to help her case at all!
She shook her head, trying to stop her bladder from hurting. She wanted to plunge her hands between her thighs, even just temporarily, but with the amount of people surrounding her, that just was not viable. She had to stay strong, if just for her dignity.
Besides, she knew she could hold it. She should not have been at a point where she had to hold herself just yet.
Not too much after that, the bus passed the accident, and made its way throughout the city to exit it, to Sam’s delight. There was hope of being able to make it home!
The bus returned to its normal speed, and exited the city. The accident had added around twenty minutes onto the trip, and she had still around half-an-hour left until she made it to her stop.
Once the bus left the city it made a stop at an area, and let more people on and some off. Nobody sat with Sam still, despite the bus filling up somewhat more than when it had been when she entered. Not to a point where people had to stand, but still, it was a bus of people that could see her and know she existed, which did not work out in the favor of having to hide a filling bladder.
She felt some thirst, and although she did not want to, she took a few sips of water from a small bottle she had. She tried to make her consumption less than average, but the heat of the bus was getting to her, so she gulped down more than she was expecting to drink.
She felt as though she could focus on her book again somewhat, so she plucked it out of her purse and began to read again.
After reading for a few minutes, the weight of her bladder became very apparent once more. She shivered slightly as she felt a pang of pain emanate from it. She was around an eight on the desperation scale. She continued to read.
Another stop. More people got on, some leaving. The amount of people started to make her nervous. This was when someone sat on the lone seat next to her.
She groaned inwardly. Now she would have to put on the facade of having an empty bladder more apparent. She did not need anyone to know of her current predicament.
It was not anyone special who sat next to her, just some woman who seemed to be having a better day than Sam was. She seemed to not notice Sam or give her any regard, but not in a rude way, just in a “I’m doing my own thing” way.
Sam thanked her lucky stars she didn’t want to converse or pay any mind to her. The last thing she needed was to try to hide how full she was from some unsuspecting stranger.
She stared out of the window as the bus pulled out from the stop. It was all fine and dandy until out of nowhere they passed over a river. She forgot all about this landmark. Normally, she gave it no mind, since she either noticed it or she didn’t on her commute to and from work, but today was different. She seemed to notice how much it ebbed and flowed, and the rush of water gushing down under the bridge. A chill went up her spine, despite the stifling heat. Another unignorable pang of desperation arose. She was starting to regret sipping her water earlier, even though it was much needed.
The bus quickly passed over the bridge, putting her mind at rest even if temporarily. She was nearing the halfway mark to getting home.
Another stop. Another hindrance to getting her home. Another mass of people to see her if she ultimately failed at her one task: getting home dry.
The ride was going smoothly for a bit after that stop, when suddenly… The bus started to slow unexpectedly, and eventually puttered to a stop at the side of a somewhat empty road. Not even at a stop.
Sam was confused, until the driver announced that the bus had run out of gas unknowingly and needed to be refilled, and would all people please be patient as he got it situated?
Her heart plunged into her stomach before the sentence even finished. She was starting to approach a steady nine on the desperation scale. Not quite there yet, but approaching it. Considering she drank relatively recently, as well… Oh, God. Was there an end to all of this?!
Her kidneys were seemingly working overtime at this point. They seemed exhausted having to filter through all this fluid for a pouch that did not even need anymore of it.
As the driver was calling for help, Sam leaned forward and put her head in her hands. It seemed like the universe was punishing her for something she could not even remember doing, but whatever it was, it had to have been bad.
She heard a voice next to her.
“Are you okay?”
Oh Lord. It was the woman who sat next to her currently.
Sam brought her head up. How could she compose how she was currently feeling?
In a timid, almost squeaky voice, she replied, “I’m fine. Just dealing with some pain and would like to go home.” Hopefully that would shut her up.
It didn’t. “Oh, I hope you’re okay. I understand the feeling. What kind of pain is it?”
Shit.
If she said stomach pain, that would imply she had to go number two, which was even worse-off than her current need, and more embarrassing to admit ultimately. Talking put an ever further strain on her bladder, and she really didn’t need to be telling strangers this stuff in the first place.
“General. It’s chronic.”
There. Although she felt bad for saying she had chronic pain when she didn't suffer from it, that should shut her up.
“Oh, wow. I’m sorry to hear that. You know, I know someone who also struggles with it.”
Why was she telling her this?! Was this unnecessary convo worth it?! She could barely talk with the weight of her bladder pushing up against what felt like everything in her body, her back teeth practically floating, and here was this lady trying to converse with her!
“Yeah? Hope they’re okay.” Sam began to sweat even more, as if she wasn’t sweating her ass off already.
That finally got her to be quiet. Yes! Acting disinterested worked!
Sam discreetly tried to spread her legs to help her hold it in, as she knew that helped when she needed to go.
How would she pass the time while waiting for a refill? No way to read her book now; she would immediately forget everything she read.
She fished for her phone out of her purse and began scrolling through social media. Surely that would help.
And it helped. Before she knew it, ten or so minutes had passed.
But the bus being empty of gas came with another price: the heat. It was already bad enough with the shitty air conditioner, but now it felt absolutely sweltering within the confines of the vehicle. Sweat poured off of Sam and started dampening her clothes, mainly under her arms. Her mouth felt like a sauna eventually, as well.
This was bad. Could she even drink any more? Or would she explode if she even introduced another droplet of liquid into her?
After a few more minutes, though, she needed to sip on fluid. With hesitation, she got her bottle of water, and drank some more. She winced with pain as her bladder protested. She tried to limit how much she intook, but it seemed futile; her desire to quench her thirst won ultimately and she finished off the bottle.
She leaned forward in her seat and jiggled her leg as she continued scrolling through whatever social media application she was using on her phone.
After ten more minutes, someone came to refill the gas. Shortly after, the bus was rolling again. “We apologize for the delay.”
I sure hope you’re sorry, Sam thought to herself angrily. When I eventually lose it all you’ll really be sorry!
She lost track of how much time was left in her commute. It seemed like it would be endless, what with the stops they kept having to make.
And not only that… Her bladder had hit an eight-point-nine or so on the desperation scale, urgently trying to creep to the nines. The water from earlier was absolutely no help whatsoever.
She looked up from her phone to look out of the window. Turns out, the bus was in the town right next to hers. Salvation was near! At long last! Hopefully just three or so more stops until she could go!
But the reality sunk in: She had to walk home from her stop, also.
Oh, no.
Once she stood up, would it be over for her? Gravity works in strange ways, especially on the bladder, she found. Would she even be able to walk?
All these thoughts raced through her mind as she realized they had stopped again to let people on and off. The lady next to her, finally, got up and left. Thank God!
Nobody else sat with her, which felt supremely lucky in her book.
She put her phone away, anticipating her freedom from the steamy automobile of sorts, and looked out of the window. They were currently stopped at a red light. Damn those red lights!
While looking, she noticed something she wished she didn’t see in her state. Someone was with their dog, and it was currently lifting its leg to urinate all over a tree.
If only that was me, Sam thought. Lifting my leg and pissing without a care in the world right now…
WAIT. Stop! Stop it, Sam! She shook her head again. She just can’t think about these things right now! Her bladder gave a very loud pang and she swore she could feel liquid about to escape her urethra. She tried not to, but she ended up inadvertently gasping slightly, and had to restrain her hands from automatically plunging between her legs. Instead, she crossed them extremely tightly on instinct, pushing her peehole against her inner thighs.
She looked like a pretzel the way she crossed her legs. She was definitely at a nine now, no doubt about it.
The red light had passed long ago, and now it was a fight for her life. Or, rather, her dignity. There were only two more stops. She was going to make it. She had to make it. This was practically life or death at this point.
She felt like she was losing her mind. How many stops were left? Everything seemed so much slower and antagonizing than before.
Second to last stop. She was going to make it.
She smiled to herself wanely as she remembered her stop wasn’t too far behind. This route made it so her stop was quicker to get to than the others.
Nobody sat next to her again, as luck would have it, so she would not have to traverse and step over any legs to get to freedom. Yes!
The bumps in the road, as slight as they were, and jostling of the vehicle would practically make her bladder spasm. Her face was shiny with sweat and desperation. She knew she was going to leak at this rate. She was accustomed to leaks, but they were extremely rare. She had leaked a few times before.
Her mind started to race once more. She remembered a time she had leaked, when she used to have a job she would drive to and from. She had not gone since her morning pee that day, and while driving home, she hit a pothole and a huge jet exploded out of her. She had gasped and her desperation climbed way up. It didn’t show through her pants but--
NO! Stop thinking about it stop thinking about it stop…
The enticing relief of letting a single spurt out almost made her mouth water and bladder contract. But she was so, so close to getting to her stop. Any minute now. And the walk home wasn’t too long, either. It wasn’t downhill or uphill or anything; just flat terrain to walk on to her humble apartment.
And the next thing she knew, her stop was being called.
YES!
She precariously stood up, shaking along the way. She had to hurry. It was a race against time and her now officially overflowing bladder.
She regretted it as soon as she straightened up. Gravity did indeed do its job, and she felt liquid rushing down throughout her urethra. Sam clenched her thighs together and used all of her muscles to engage in a kegel. That seemed to help… Slightly.
Her purse felt like it gained a few or more pounds. She was physically weak with desperation.
She made her way among the people also unboarding, and tried her hardest to mask her fullness to them. However, she did look quite awkward with her thighs locked together. At this point, though, she stopped caring. Whatever was fine as long as she didn’t pee her pants.
She slowly and steadily climbed down the three-or-so stairs, and was on a solid sidewalk once more. Her legs felt like Jell-O.
Now to make her way home.
It wasn’t a very far walk, less than ten minutes or so, but she knew this would be hellish for her.
She took some steps forward, slowly, clutching her purse in one hand. Her bladder strained. It felt like it was pushing up and outwards, giving her the appearance of a bulge in her lower abdomen. She was rapidly approaching a ten on the scale, and she had to hurry lest she flooded the town in boiling pent up urine.
Her bladder spasmed for a moment and she had to stop and recompose herself. Using all of whatever muscle power she had left, she did an intense kegel and tried to keep her hands away from her aching crotch to help further push the ocean back inside of her.
Then she felt it, the thing she didn’t want to feel today at all: a slight spurt jetted out of her and landed into her awaiting panties.
She froze. The warmth enveloped her parts. It was very slight, less than a second’s worth of pee, but it just made her bladder protest and demand to let out more.
She realized she HAD to get home. Now. These were her final moments.
She waddle-shuffled quickly down the sidewalk. Shrubs and bushes surrounded her and made her think she could pop a squat and let everything go, but knowing her, someone would round a corner and see her. It could happen at any moment if she decided to go with her primal instincts, and therefore she decided against immediate relief, despite how much she needed it.
She continued to shuffle as quickly as she could with her thighs practically strapped together, and soon her apartment was in view. Thank the Lord! Was there hope for her?
She had to stop and recompose herself once more as another throbbing spurt threatened to make its way out of her, like a dam about to burst forth.
It hurt to breathe. It hurt to do anything.
Before she knew it, she was miraculously at the door. Now to enter and hope nobody was there to see her.
She got inside and slowly but surely made her way to the elevators.
What she saw made her almost lose it all right there. The elevators were not working today. How could this be?! They were working this morning! This can’t be happening. She lived on the fifth floor, and she didn’t know how she could climb up all those stairs.
But she knew this was what she had to do. So with a groan and a kegel, she resorted to the stairs. She waddled over, and took the first few steps.
Another high-speed leak shot out of her. Just a quick one. She finally caved in and plunged a hand between her thighs to grab her pussy. After she did that, she looked around wildly to make sure no one could see her. Nobody was around, thank goodness.
It felt like her pants were digging into her heavy bladder. She used her free hand to unbutton them.
Now to continue her journey.
With every step she felt her bladder grow heavier and more painful. She gasped at points, and proceeded to leak a couple more times. Nobody was around, though, so she just let it happen. Each time she leaked, however, it started to last longer and longer, with droplets landing on the stairs.
She groaned. Not super loudly, but she did groan.
She traversed the stairs and was finally on the fifth floor. She made her way to her apartment, dashing with her hands clutching herself.
This proved to be bad as she leaked heavily once more. She stopped caring, delirious with desperation. She got to her door and realized with a heavy heart she had to ungrab herself to fish for her keys.
Using all of her muscles while she crossed her legs, thighs strapped together again, she looked for her keys in her purse. She found them, and potty-danced while she put it in the lock and turned.
She was finally at a ten. As she ran inside, she started to explode.
Sam slammed the door shut behind her and bolted to the bathroom, pee trailing the whole way. A dribbling trickle of sorts.
As soon as she saw the toilet, it was over, though.
All of that pee couldn’t be contained any longer. Looking at the toilet made her weak in the knees, as well as bladder. Her muscles couldn’t hold it back anymore. She positively burst at long last as she dropped to her knees.
“No… No!” She gasped.
Steamy, pent-up pee rushed out of her at an alarming speed, soaking everything and spraying everywhere even through her pants. It pooled on the tile floor. Sam moaned loudly in relief as tears came to her eyes, orgasmic relief flowing through every inch of her cells.
She didn’t make it to the toilet exactly, but she was safe in her home, and nobody saw her here. At least that was a positive to the whole thing. The piss was exploding at high rates, making its way through her pants and soaking her entire lower half.
The frothy jet started to wane after two or so minutes, and as her head swam she realized all of the pee was out of her, as noted by an intense sense of emptiness she felt. She was kneeling in a pool of her own liquid waste, panting as the pain was out of her body, her bladder deflated.
She remained there for a few moments, relishing and rejoicing in the emptiness of her vessel, before she got up and sighed. At least she wasn’t in public when that happened.
She threw some spare towels down onto the lake of gold and hopped into the shower after removing her wet garments.
As she soaped herself up, she played back the events of her desperate escapade in her head. The relief had made every bit of today worth what happened. Maybe she could get used to that sort of thing. Who knows? |
Part 2!
Noah was sobbing. He had released the entire contents of his bladder all over his seat. And the guys who weren’t desperate started to laugh at him. He sobbed and wondered when he could change out of his soaked clothes and if he would get in trouble for running the seat. And the floor.
At this stage I should tell you what the other desperate boys looked like.
There were 15 of them like I said.
The first one had straight blonde hair and a big bulge. He was Alex. He was slim but didn’t looked feminine, like Noah. He was perhaps the most desperate now, considering Noah had wet himself. He was squirming and tears pricked his eyes. Caine was bisexual and he and another boy kept giving each other side glances at each other.
There was also Caine, who was taller and had a small bulge. He was desperate to go as well and had his legs crossed and his face showed agony.
Sam was another boy on the bus. He was more muscular and had a strong bladder, but there was so much fluid in it that even he was having trouble holding it in. He was gripping his dick with great vigour as he tried to hold back the tsunami of fluids inside him.
Quinn was very small and nimble, and had a large bulge, which was a contrast as the rest of him was miniscule. His bladder was close to bursting and he had smushed his dick in between his leg while drumming his fingers on his knees.
Jack was thin and tall. Not unlike a twig. He had black hair and his bladder protruded outwards, like Alex’s. He was the second most desperate to go and kept whimpering as he did a full on pee dance.
Dexter was trying to be discreet about his desperation. His hair was shaved so close to his scale that he was almost bald. Dexter enjoyed being the tough guy and was NOT about to show his desperation, even though he could lose control at anytime. Dexter shifted about, keeping his legs together but not crossing them, or holding himself.
Peter had red hair and freckles. He was more wider than the other boys and was holding himself. He wanted to go so badly but there was nowhere to go.
Ben had dyed blue hair and was chubbier than the others. His legs were slammed together and he was hopping about, trying to contain his pee.
While the other boys needed to go to, they were nowhere nearly as desperate as the ones above… yet.
The bus still hasn’t moved. It had stayed there for an hour and everyone getting antsy. Alex had leaked heavily into his pants. His bladder felt so hard and it was cramping. He had never held it this long - ever! His hands were wrapped around his dick, and his crush was looking at him in something that could only be described as arousal.
He really didn’t want to pee in front of his crush, but he couldn’t stop his dance, lest he pee himself like poor Noah did. He moaned when suddenly-
Ben got up, his hand gripping his penis. Crossing his legs, he begged the teacher if he could nip out and pee by the side of the road. The teacher pursed her lips but refused. Someone in the back shouted “Use a bottle, Ben!” It was sincere.
Ben nodded, and trembling, he waddled over to the back of the coach and took an empty bottle from the shouter. He aimed and started to relapse. The sound of urine hitting plastic echoed around the coach. The other unmentioned 7 boys who were all desperate all whipped out bottles of their own and relieved themselves too. But Alex, Caine, Sam, Quinn, Dexter, Jack and Peter didn’t have any bottles or in the case of Alex and Dexter, weren’t willing to pee in a bottle.
Then Jack couldn’t hold it. He had enough. He snatched the pee bottle from Ben and emptied it on the floor. He cringed at doing so and leaked a big. He pulled down his pants, revealing a rather small penis and forcefully peed inside. Jack moaned in pleasure as his bursting bladder emptied in the bottle. That was until it overflowed. But Jack couldn’t stop. He as on Cloud 9 and kept peeing, even though his pee was hitting the floor. Eventually he stopped and handed the bottle back to Ben and sat back casually.
The sound was too much for Dexter, who was sitting just behind to handle, and he began to pee his pants! Tears pricked his eyes, he swelled his pride, crossed his legs, pulled out a bottle from his bag, peed it in, not pulling down his tracksuit. After he was done, the bus began to move, and Dexter threw the bottle out of the bus.
Alex was so desperate that he couldn’t hold it any more! He shakily pulled out a bottle and got ready to pee in it, when suddenly, Peter reached across and snatched it. Dying to urinate, Peter unzipped, and peed. His dick was even smaller than Jack’s but eventually Peter was done, revealing an overflowing water bottle, which he screwed the cap on and carefully placed on the table by him.
That was too much for Alex and he began to pee! He grabbed a hold of his dick and hopped around! He squirmed and squirmed and managed to gain control of his flow, but there was a noticeable stain on his bulge. Alex howled in desperation, as his crush looked on in sympathy and arousal.
Several rows behind, Sam felt himself let go. Sam knew fighting was futile and released, forcefully spraying pee all over the seat. Once he was done, he sat back down, relived to have peed, but a wet spot appearing on his shorts.
Only Quinn and Alex remained, and the two of them were as bursting as ever. Alex had leaked heavily, and Quinn hadn’t and the both of them squirmed and squirmed. Eventually, the coach pulled into their destination. Alex and Quinn made a beeline for the bathrooms but the teacher called them back. They need to collect their suitcases, put them into their rooms and come straight back. No time for peeing, there has already been a delay due to the coach.
Alex and Quinn moaned. But ran to their cabins, desperate to try and get in at least a little piss before they needed to go. But Alex and Quinn were in the same room. Quinn got there first and dashed into the bathroom first. Alex banged on the door, tears pricking his eyes.
”Please let me go Quinn! I’m about to wet myself”
”So am I!” Came the indignant voice of Quinn who was struggling with his belt.
“At least let us share! Or let me pee in the shower or something!” Begged Alex, another stream of pee coming free.
”No!” Snapped Quinn.
“Hurry up Boys! You have 1 minute!” Cane the voice of their teacher.
Just then, Quinn got his belt undone, and doing a crazy pretzel dance, pulled down his moist khakis, and and soaked boxers, and pulled out a large tortured dick, which started to release without any input from him.
Quinn took about a minute in there, and as he left, Alex made to go in when the teacher stopped him. To roll call she said.
But Alex could barely hold it. And he couldn’t go!
To be continued… |
I finally made a new story! I hope you enjoy the long awaited conclusion for generation 0. Sorry to make you wait for so long. I had been struggling with some personal battles. However, I intend on having more stories out this Winter. Please look forward to it!
“We’re here as you asked, now what do you want from us?!” AZKi shouted with disdain.
Three girls stood close to each other’s sides in a Shinjuku back alley, provoked by an untraceable text message. The intent of the message was clear as day; a series of pictures of their friends in horrifically grotesque situations, a pinpoint on a map. Moreover, the text saying, “Tomorrow, 8 PM. Come alone. Make sure you all have to use the bathroom, in both ways,” left nothing to interpretation.
“Should we have come in our work clothes?” Tokino Sora looked at herself and frowned as she thought about what the perpetrator would make them do, as well as how soiled her garments might get. The reminder to herself made her more self-conscious about the fact that she had been holding it in for a while. Brief glances to her partners confirmed they were in a similar position.
“I imagine he’d be upset if we didn’t,” A-chan sighed before continuing, “and given our current position, that’s probably the last thing we… want...”
The spectacled girl trailed off as she saw someone approach them from the other side of the alley, obscuring his face under his hoodie. The figure stopped just short of the girls before pulling out his phone and tapping on it. Shortly after putting it back in his pocket, Sora’s phone buzzed in her hand. Bringing it to her face, the trio read the message she received.
“Glad you all could make it. Now show me your panties.”
AZKi was fuming with anger, while the other two could only look down with disgusted expressions. Regardless of their frustrations, they knew there was no say in the matter, and began to comply with the man’s instructions. Sora and AZKi slowly rose their skirts as A-chan undid her belt and the buttons on her jeans. Within seconds, the girls had their underwear in full view of the blackmailer. The brown-haired girl, in an attempt to maintain as much of her purity as possible, opted to wear spats, whereas the other two stuck with simple, black panties. Although most of his face was obscured by darkness in the poorly lit alley, it was clear that the girls’ captor had a smile on his face. Pulling his phone back out, he spent a large chunk of time typing before shooting another message at the girls, prompting Sora to check her phone in turn.
“Very good 😊. You’re more obedient that I thought you’d be. Now, let’s not beat around the bush. I asked you to come here needing to use the restroom, both pee and poop. Judging by your constant fidgeting, I’ll assume you held up that end of the bargain. You three know what I want you to do. Turn around. I want to see your backsides as you do it. Lift your skirts up while you do it. Oh and you can keep your pants on for this one A-chan 😉.”
“You’re sick, you know that?!” AZKi lost her temper, verbally lashing out at her aggressor.
“Quiet AZKi,” A-chan urged her friend while redoing her belt. “We’re already going to be humiliated. We don’t need to attract any unwanted attention.”
Sora looked straight at the man, her eyes beginning to grow teary. “B-before we do this, I need your word,” she said shakily. “First, you need to promise that you’ll delete all the photos and leave us alone after this.” A brief calm washed over Sora as the man nodded his head. “Good,” the idol paused before continuing, “and I also want your word that you won’t touch us.” Again, the man nodded. This time Sora nodded back before turning around. “Let’s get this over with,” she beckoned her friends to follow suit. Begrudgingly, the others also faced their rears to the perverted man.
Sora was first to push against her bowels, hoping in part that it would make it easier for A-chan and AZKi to do in turn. In no time at all, a thick yet slimy mush was deposited into her undergarments, where she had realized she made a grave error in choice of underwear. Although her spats tented out at first, they were quick to run out of room, causing the soft feces to spread in all directions, including towards her most sensitive area. Sora tried her best to stay strong amidst the shameful display she was putting on. A-chan couldn’t bear to see her best friend suffer alone, and with newfound resolve became the second of the trio to expel their waste. Grunting softly, her anus moved firm logs into her pants and panties, one after another. Despite wearing jeans, a bulge grew through the denim material at a rapid pace, and with it the transparency that she was purposefully messing herself. AZKi, seething with hatred, was the most reluctant to do the deed. However, thoughts of the blackmail photos filled her mind, as well as the guilt of her partners having both just emptied themselves. The diva cursed in a low voice, clenching her fists as she pushed as hard as possible to end the deed quickly. A velvety mush, similar to Sora’s, spilled into her black panties all at once. AZKi cringed visibly, praying that nothing would spill out the sides. With all three girls exhausted, the wetting part came naturally, as none of them had the will power to attempt to hold it any more. Puddles formed under everyone’s feet, with A-chan suffering the most damage as her jeans were stained to a much darker shade of blue.
Just like that, within minutes, three fully grown adults completely wet and messed themselves on command. The trio stood perfectly still, holding back their tears as they could feel the heat and weight of the masses which were now nestled in their underwear. Before anyone could say anything, Sora’s phone went off again. They checked the message simultaneously, their eyes growing wide with fear as they read the contents.
“Great job girls. This feels like a dream come true. You all made excellent messes of yourselves (if I had to pick a favorite, it would have to be A-chan). Anyways, I’ve got good news for you! After this next task, you’ll all free to go and pretend none of this ever happened. Now, for my last command as your master, I want all of you to sit down perfectly on your shit, in a triangle, and rub each other’s clits and make out until the three of you cum. Don’t stop for a second, even to look at me, or I won’t hesitate to send out the pictures. Have fun 😊.”
The pervert watched them shake in horror. The sight was working wonders for him in ways he didn’t think possible. He smirked, stifling his laughter as he took more pictures. Of course, he never had any intention of keeping his end of the bargain, and now he had more ammo to put all of Hololive under his control.
A-chan was quick to pull the other girls into a hug, giving a message to them in a whisper. “No matter what happens, we’re all friends. We’re not lovers, and we’re not about to have sex. We’ll get through this and never speak of it again. Okay?” The other two gave a gentle nod in reply. The blue-haired girl sighed, slowly lowering herself, using her friends as a brace. As her ass made contact with the cold and wet concrete, she lost her ability to think of any words. The only thing she knew was that she probably looked like the most disgusting woman on the planet right now. Sora and AZKi looked on in pity, before looking at each other. Grabbing the other’s shoulders, the pair lowered themselves to the ground together. However, as they got close to contact, AZKi’s left foot slipped in the large puddle the girls had made, and in turn pulled Sora down with her. In a swift motion, both idols fell to the ground with an audible “splat” sound emanating from their butts. Sora could contain her tears no longer, and started to mutely weep.
“Sora…” AZKi was heartbroken through her own discomfort, causing her friend more unnecessary humiliation.
“Let’s just do it,” A-chan said, attempting to push the situation along. “Here, if everyone closes their eyes, it shouldn’t be too bad.” The others did nothing but nod.
The girls got into a comfortable position, or at least as comfortable as they could, and closed their eyes. Each of them felt two different hands enter their underwear, as well as each other’s breath, which was getting closer as their lips met in the center. They had completed a three-way kiss and laid their hands on one another’s vaginas, but they knew this was far from what they were supposed to be doing, and the blackmailer was quick to verbally call them out on it.
“Hey, you know what I said. Get a move o- Ugh!”
The girls hear a loud thud on the ground near them and immediately jumped back in response, their messes shifting around even more against their butts. Upon opening their eyes, they saw the man lying on the ground, out cold, and at his feet stood a police officer with a striking baton.
“Are you girls alright?” The officer was quick to cuff the man, as well as retrieve his phone. Walking up from behind the officer was none other than Suisei, a pained expression on her face as she saw her friends in pitiable positions much like her own. Upon realizing they were safe, the trio couldn’t help but break down and sob like children.
“I’m sorry! This was all my fault!” Suisei got on her hands and knees in apology. The three girls were still in their soiled clothes, but at least now they had towels around them. It didn’t do anything to mask their collective stench, but at the very least it wasn’t visually obvious what had happened.
“So you got blackmailed into setting up Miko, and it spiraled from there,” A-chan summarized as she looked down, unsure of how to properly judge Suisei’s actions.
“Yes… As soon as I could I secretly got in touch with the police, but as you know, it took them a while to track him down,” the remorseful girl kept her head hung in shame. “If I had only thought about it more back then, none of this would have happened. But I was scared. I didn’t know what I could do, and did what I was told just so I could get out of that hell and I-”
“You idiot,” was all AZKi could manage before turning from Suisei and leaving for the ambulance that arrived.
Silence filled the air until Sora finally said her piece. “You acted very rashly, and as a result, a lot of us became victims too. Some of us will likely take a long time to recover, and even then, none of us will forget what’s happened to us,” she began to chastise the girl. Suisei started to visibly sob, her tears hitting the ground in rapid succession. Sora then crouched down to Suisei, much to her displeasure as her lingering mess shifted with her, and continued her statement. “That being said, I’m glad you decided to atone for your mistakes and took action when you did. If it wasn’t for you, A-chan, AZKi and myself would’ve done things to each other that I don’t think we’d ever recover from. For that, I’m grateful beyond belief.” Suisei looked up to her senior, eyes red and sore from her crying. Sora took her into her arms and comforted her, continuing, “I know you care about us. You put yourself at risk to try to set things right. It’ll take time and effort, but I’m sure everyone will come to forgive you eventually.” Suisei felt a hand touch her shoulder, and traced it back to A-chan grinning lightly at her. In that moment, the junior idol cried harder than she ever had before. That moment of reconciliation lasted but a moment however, as Suisei gasped loudly as she felt her padded underwear grow heavy.
“What’s wrong?” Sora asked with light concern.
“Sorry… I-I had an accident… ever since he left me be, I’ve had a hard time controlling it.”
“I see,” A-chan said somberly. “In that case, it’s probably time for us to head home and clean up. We can talk more later.”
Sora and Suisei nodded in agreement. The three set off at a meagerly pace towards the cops and EMTs, thankful that the nightmare had come to an end.
Four months passed, and things within the group had finally seen some sense of normalcy. Everyone had regained their mental health as a long break, as well as their bladder and bowel control form the most part. The ones who were affected the worst still wore protective underwear just in case, but otherwise, things had come to a close. The suspect was convicted with a cumulative sentence of 60 years in prison, guilty on every count charged against him. The girls had also received word that the phone had been destroyed after the proceedings and that all photos of them had been purged from the suspect’s personal electronics and online databases. Most of the girls had come to terms with Suisei, with the only exception being AZKi. However, Sora still believes that things will work out with more time. At last, the horror that hovered over Hololive for half a year was no more, and whether they denied or accepted what had happened to them, everyone was able to move forward, and more importantly, strove to never let this happen to anyone ever again. |
Thanks to the wonderful creator of Told to, this story is openly inspired from the legendary masterpiece made by PeeHour, with their consent of course.
The story I'll create will be slightly historically factual, some real events will happen in the timeline, while adding fictional characters and stuff to not have much problems of accuracy of existing people and events, and I would like to start at the Victorian-era-like, and making a generational thing that follows the character's engendered kids in the long term future, I will jump from when they form a couple directly to when they will be adults of course, so for rapid example we will see A's accidents, then A is barely flirting with someone, then we directly fastforward to their kids B at the same age of them in the first arc of chapters. In consequence maybe after a couple of chapters I would change time and get to new characters, or maybe a new family even, visiting countries and local life at the same time. I tried to stay out of most sexual tensions for once, but there will be romantic vibes certainly, don't worry I'll warn about anything too much naughty in a certain chapter, I'm not even planning to write any for now.
It is around spring, the sun wakes up to warm everyday the ground, the leaves and the trees, but also Alice, a working class woman, that is brown-haired and have beautiful clear green eyes. Her shape is not wide, she is not abusing food honestly and also she wears common clothes. She often have a black or quiet dress, that fits her actual shyness. Her mother, Anastasia, is always so busy with her work, so she is not home now.
This day, Alice stood in the couch most length of it, playing board games or chatting with her little sister or their caregiver.
Alice is 23, she have her little sister Eleanor who is 20 y/o next to her, they have been both under orders of Juliana, for two days now. Juliana is a friend of the family, also she always have been their maidservant, babysitter and all, so they know her, even more than their own parents, they are too busy for really taking care of them anyway. They bring money to buy food, and it takes all the time to work at the fields or the early manufactory.
Alice grabs her wooden token of the boardgame she is playing with Eleanor. She think what to do next. But she is fidgeting a tiny bit.
"Are you okay? You look a bit stressed or something." Asks Eleanor.
Sometimes she changed position in the last half hour, and it started to be often, then again and again. She feel her bladder is quite full right now, not really to the point of being desperate, but not really far from that.
"I um..." She mumbles quietly. "I need to pee." She tells her.
"Oh no." Replies her little sister. "Do you really have to go?"
"Yes. Actually." Alice answer.
"Do you think you can make it until tomorrow?" Eleanor asks.
"No, I don't think so. I could really use the bathroom, but I'm afraid it's too late already..." She whispers.
She glances at the kitchen which is meters away, and Juliana is cleaning bowls from their dinner. She cutely sings or whistle some happy melodies that can be heard in market or festive events and stuff.
"Yeah I think it's too late for going outside... You should have gone earlier." She tells her.
"Yes I know! But you asked about playing that game I like so much, I've forgotten!" She tries to quietly speak and slightly replace some of the fault on her.
Juliana stops to sing, she have done the dishes, and is walking towards them.
"You had forgotten what, Alice?" She asks.
"Like what is it? Oh nothing." She replies shyly.
Alice place the token on a tile.
"Your guard take 4 damage." She smiles at Eleanor.
"No, I use my knight special ability." She contradicts.
"You can't, he is not close enough." She denies her.
"Firstly, yes I can, and secondly, my knight is a she." She reports to her sister.
"Oh your knight is a she huh?" She smirks. "She won't get to marry the princess then, does she?" She asks.
"Yes she is going to." She affirms. "Okay then. I move my guard here."
They lead further their plays, and Juliana pours some white wine from a bottle there is near on the table. The sound of the liquid pouring is really not helping Alice, who continues to wiggle and start to be actually desperate about her need. She feel her waterstorage quite rather full and can't really concentrate efficiently, clenching and unclenching her legs, knees and thighs together, in will to decrease the need a bit. She once even let out a deep sigh as the will of go strikes her more and more.
"Are you okay Alice? What's wrong?" Asks Juliana.
"Nothing. Everything is fine." She replies, without even sounding correct.
"No clearly something is bothering you. Tell me." She request an answer in her naturally heartwarming voice.
She blushes a bit, in shame of her forgetting.
"I have to pee, miss..." She confesses.
"Oh." She replies.
Alice get her hand on her face, so ashamed, and scared of her growing need in her lowerbelly. She surely won't hold until the sun rises again.
"You know it's freezing cold outside after dinner." She reminds her. "You can't access the toilets for now."
The dry toilets, in a little wooden hut, are at the tip of the garden, around 10 or 20 meters, behind the long grass section that will freeze her little feet. When she hesitate to ask to go for it even with the air temperature, she reminds her bare feet are on straw or gravel of the lowcost house of them right now, she only have lowtier shoes in the entry that aren't gonna protect her cute feet from the coldness. Since the only common drink there is at the time is wine, it is not helping to overfill her whimsical bladder.
Alice get her hands between her legs, since she is not hidden anymore, she can truly hold herself.
"Oh sweetie I'm sorry for you..." She says. "Do you have to go that bad?"
"Yes, I truly do..." She confesses.
"Well. I guess you should just go." The maidservant stated.
"Where?" She replies, not fully understanding, glancing around trying to find what she could do in.
"Yourself." She replies, smiling because of amazement on Alice face.
"You mean... Right now? On the couch?" She asks, surprised she could not have to endure the outside coldness.
"Yes. I'll just wash the cover in the river tomorrow, that's it." She explains.
In a matter of fact, the thing they call "the couch" is an old, almost broken or odd wooden plank hold in two hub of wood, on the top of it is located a quite puffy, barely ample piece of cloth or cover, that is useful to not have wood splinter spiking through our clothes too easily after sitting on the couch for a long time.
"You really mean it's not a problem if I go on the couch?" She asks again, never sure enough.
"Yes. I'll wash it tomorrow. Like your current clothes." She replies.
"Really? But why do toilets exists then?" Asks Eleanor, in the same surprise as her sister.
"Because the cover is gonna stench if you go in it all the time at some point. We can't clean it at random hours in winter's mornings."
Alice is almost convinced, but there is a last thing she needs to know before she tries to do something else.
"Wait. Would you tell mother?" She asks, a bit scared.
"No. She would not really appreciate her grown up daughter acted like she is a baby." She states.
"But... Does it really makes me a baby if I do?" She continues to ask.
"Hey there. You know I won't judge you girls. It is not wrong to be who you are okay?" She comforts them. "That said, you won't be able to swear you are very dry and toilet trained. I just wanna warn you, you could be disgusted or feeling weak of yourself, personally I don't care of your choice, you are adults, it's up to you." She explains to them.
Alice and Eleanor looks at eachother. Alice is still desperate, but don't really change her mind for now.
"No, I can't do that, it's so improper to even think about it." She deny herself.
Juliana stands up, her glass of wine finished that she let on one of the kitchen furnitures, and walks over to the rooms to prepare the beds or something, letting Eleanor and Alice alone by themselves.
"So. What are you going to do?" Eleanor asks very subtly, curious. "Are you really going to go yourself?"
"Well. In fact, I have asked for it, but I don't think I could have held it much longer anyway." She speaks quietly.
"What are you waiting for then? Just go!" She whispers.
"You're not going to judge me or anything?" She asks to her.
"Of course not. I could be in your situation right now. I would not like you to mock me. So I won't do it to you." She explains. "Besides, get rid of it already, I want to finish the boardgame before going to bed."
"Okay... Well..." She replies, shyly.
She look down, her sister looking right at her, they are both wearing jeanlike skirts and white shirt or such, Alice's legs are clenched together, her knees fidgeting.
She tries to relax, it is difficult but a bit instinctively she know she have to try to dream about being sat on toilets, it is so stranger and more comfortable than the harsh wooden plank and the hole, but after some seconds, the strong ache helping for that, she feel her pelvic tingles.
She senses a first shy spurt, making a little noise when it's freely hitting the cover, then a wild rush gushes out of her, loud and fastly making her skirt wet at her butt, recovering her buttcheeks in warmth, the sensation is so strange to feel the liquid staying so close to her, usually it's something everyone hates and try to throw it away, but she don't know why, she really prefer to stay in this warmness. The torches aren't really enough to be nicely warm inside buildings, but now, there is another source of heat. And she is the cause of it.
"Wow, you really needed to go!" States Eleanor, after a good moment.
The flow finally starts to slow down and stop after a while, and it looks like it have been all absorbed by the cloth piece. Eleanor didn't even tried to move away a bit or something, she seems not disgusted by that, but not specially interested in it too. She is just happy for her sister, that is now patently feeling better.
"Finally." She smiles. "Well, my cleric curse your crusader." She says, rapidly inside the game again.
"No! I have the special 'sent from my papacy' prophecy!" She giggles, moving on as fast as her sister.
After playing around a bit more, they got to bed, and they both slept well... |
TW: A bit of implied scars/scratches. Nothing too tough, but just to say. 😇
A Drakiosaurus flies an arched entry of a great white building supported by pillars. The tiny 4 legged reptile with wing in its back explores the great building, flying until a cupola of plants or such.
A woman, bare, is relaxing in the rectangular bath, her eyes close, her mouth slightly open, the ambient sounds of water reverbing in the room.
Eventually someone comes-by, walking with boots or such the feminine sounding steps enters the room. She easily can tear her toga down and let it fall on the ground, her mind surely getting prepared to relax in the bath like her bathmate.
"Sophia, what a pleasure to meet you here." She announces as she enters the water.
"Eurydice." She replies as soon as she recognize her voice before even opening her eyes. "It is a pleasure to see you in town still. I thought you were leaving, yesterday."
The women are laid and relaxing in the baths, the birds outside sings, the sunlight brings a bit of warmth in the space, while the air seems filled with magic-like scents.
"Ptolemy had to run a few more tasks. I decided to take another day to benefit from this decent watergardens." She rubs her arms and legs, trying to make her skin absorb the water's good powers.
"Huh. I bet Achilles and Ptolemy are just inseparable now. Who could imagine these two cold heads would hang along together." Sophia giggles, while she wiggle a bit up of the water to scout a glance in direction of the plants' positive energy in the cupola. "Hey, get away! Rats!" She shout when she see the two tiny dragons fighting for a bite of the powerful plants.
Eurydice gets up and does movements with her hands. The tiny dragons that were clumsily trying to spit fire at each other suddenly gets scared and flies away.
"These things gets everywhere!" Eurydice sighs. "Good thing they are rare in northern."
"Yeah sure. Could you bring the bowl, your gratitude?" Sophia asks politely.
"Your gratitude?" She respond while she seize the magical plants. "Why so much politeness, your highness?"
"No, honestly we should talk more high-top woman language shouldn't we." Sophia says, grabbing a bit of the plants to extract the positive dust from them, to rub the magical dust into her arms and body.
"Urgh, no way I'll not talk with ease unless in front of like, our Lord!" She giggles, which makes Sophia giggles too.
A great and large man approach the place, and smiles.
"I see we are having fun in here!" He shout. "I could be sad if I would have totally missed that enjoyment."
"Achilles!" Sophia smiles happily, while she get up of the water and clumsily runs on the tiled polished rocks. "Did Donnitreus let you the noon free?" She almost slide on the preciously worked stones.
He grabs her before she can fall or such. "Calm down! Calm down! Don't hurt yourself, Treasure." He holds her in his big arms, that are covered in tiny scratches.
She hugs him a bit wigglingly which makes him slightly whimpering with the pain of his recent fights.
"Sorry! Sorry." She apologizes as soon as she release what she's doing.
Sophia grabs Achilles hand and she lead him to the bath. He and she enter the water slowly getting to relaxing.
"So. Did you mightfully mastered the battlefields once again?!?" Sophia says, cheeky about her husband, as Achilles is a big name around here.
"Calm down, I ain't doing much most of the time." He explains. "Today a citizen called for help after declaring "being chased by a skeleton squad", and when I went in the forest to scout what in the world are newly-living skeletons and if they are even a thing, I just found a pack or Volkis, fighting for rests of bones."
"Scary..." Eurydice smirks, sceptic.
Sophia dive her hands in the positive powder, and rubs her husband's arms and chest with it.
"I know what you're thinking about this story. But Sir and me talked about it from a time now. Since the Spacerock Disaster, everything seems so odd. Like if something was attacking the positive balance of the world, making it more and more..."
"Darker?" Sophia complete his sentence. "I discuss a lot with ladies around me and they do feel like that. Everyone feels it."
Eurydice wiggles a bit, before getting out of the bath. "Okay, it is certainly time for me to go find Ptolemy. Good bye!" She says, while she grabs her clothes.
"Bye Eurydice!" Sophia smiles at her before she go.
"Take care!" Achilles says.
The calm comes back, only noises are some water Sophia mixes with the magic dust, to rub the soapy result on Achilles.
"By Aphrodite, what have I done to have a caring and loving wife as you, Sophia." He smiles.
"Well it's obvious. You are majestic, so you get laid properly." She winks at him, while rubbing his chest and shoulders.
They are both sat on an in-water bench that makes water reaches their belly, while their feet are lower, making them comfortably sat and able to have view on themselves. They aren't bothered by that, it's common in the thermals to be in a state. Eventho, this time Sophia seems to wiggle a bit. Of course she's working on her husband, but she also seems to have like, unneeded movements regularly.
"You are shivering a bit." Achilles sees. "Is there something wrong my dear?"
"Oh no." She blushes in replies. "I'm just a bit bothered... I... I need a wee. But I can't leave without finish healing you."
"Aww you are adorable." He smiles. "But why would you have to leave to pee?"
"What." She plays not knowing what everyone does. "I'm not gonna pee in the bath, am I?"
"Like it isn't why the quality of the water decreases over the week and VIPs pay access the first day of the week right after the cleaning of the pools." He smirks, trying to make her admit she does too.
"I'm reluctant tho. I wouldn't want to make you dirty..." She hesitate.
"Okay then. Hold it if you are too shy to do." He smiles.
Sophia get out of the water, to do a step and get kneeling behind his back, wiggling a bit more as the fresh air caress her wet body. She starts to work on his shoulders further with his back, his scars already closing with the positive energy, with a speed that can be seen obviously.
"Mhhh your hands are warm and soft darling..." Achilles relaxes in the tub.
Sophia smiles as she gets closer to him, almost hugging his back with one leg each sides of his. She have now her feet in water, and she don't stop to wiggle from time to time, even some times she try to gather her legs, even if that's not really possible with the big man in her legs now.
"Oh cutie. Just go. It's okay." He insist.
"I don't wanna bother you!" She blushes.
Achilles raise his hands until her feet to tickle her. Suddenly she let out a spurt that forcefully lands on his back, while she whines and whimpers.
"Urgh! Don't do that!" She dies of blush.
"Sorry, I couldn't resist." He admits.
She gets up, able to control herself for some time still, before she sits on her husband's ancient underwears, something that is not too rough to sit on as the water lowers her own weight.
Achilles make a good use of his hands and repeat her caring movements she done on him, on her back, massaging her with force and vigor.
At that moment, that's it. She can't hold herself anymore. Sophia just mindlessly release herself. She just let it go, and totally relaxes, warming the water around her and Achilles.
"Thaaat's it, darling. Just let yourself go. You deserve it." He whisper in her neck.
"Ohhh, I really needed to go..." She sighs.
After a time she had finished going, she would shyly get up, slowly getting ready to reach outdoor, as suddenly bells shimes outside.
"Oh no, it's gathering time already!" She gasps.
"Lets go then." Achilles replies.
She clumsily fit her toga up her wet body, while Achilles carries his red cape up his back and his shoulder plates along his collarbones, before rushing throughout the corridor. |
Part 2
The next days it got to a habit for the girl that she did not wee during her work day. She did not go from early morning until evening, not even once. On the way back to the headquarters, she was mostly pretty desperate and as soon they arrived, she went as fast as she could, with rubbing knees, to the toilet.
After holding it for so long she was no more able to hide her strong need. Everybody did know that she did not wee since she left early morning and that she must be full to burst. They called her “the holding girl.”
Some of the boys did like that and wanted more from her “need to wee show.”
There was only one unisex toilet, so it was easy to make her hold a little bit longer. As soon as they saw her coming went one of the boys in the toilet and closed the door. The other boys could watch her holding, with knotted legs in front of the closed bathroom door.
It was in the middle of her third week. Like always on the way home, was it visible to see for the guy that she was needing to wee.
But this time it seemed that her urge was stronger than usual,she was bending forward and squeezed with both hands her nude thighs, but did not say something.
“Is it that bad?” asked the young man pretended worried. In reality she could not need to piss strong enough for him.
”You can’t even imagine how bad!!!”she answered.
”I did drink to much all over the day, my bladder is full since hours.” she said and caressed her swollen belly.
”Oh my poor, you have bad luck, I am really sorry for you, but today we don’t go home straight, we have to attend something, that will for sure last one and a half hour.
”Oh no! You can’t do that, i can’t bear that for so long, i need to wee so bad, my bladder is fuller than ever before in my life, please bring me home, or somewhere, where i can go !” she pleaded.
The guy told her that they don’t have time to loose, because there would somebody waiting for them and they can’t be late.
”I think there will be no other way for you than to hold it until we are back.” he said calming.
”For you so easy to say, you did pee three times today and i not even once, all my abdomen is hurting from needing to wee so bad.” she said accusatory.
”I can understand that 14 hours without a single wee is a long time for a young, slim girl like you and i admire you for your ability to hold it for so long, but but nobody told you to do it.
“I know!” said the girl “ normally it is not a big problem for me to hold it all day, but today it is especially bad, maybe i did drink to much and only then when i am so full, I have to hold it 2 hours longer, that is really not fair!
She told him to stop anywhere on the road between the villages, so that she could go some steps in the wood, or behind the bushes .
He agreed and drove farther.
The boy was totally aroused and wanted to tease her and so he said „ you girls have a little hole between your thighs for to pee, look maybe we have somewhere a cork to plug it up, then it would be easier for you to hold it.“
“It’s no more funny!“ said the girl a little bit angry and did not talk anymore.
She suffered in silence, she did not act hectic, but it was obvious that she was needing to go really, really bad. The boy did like it and was totally aroused from this situation.
20 minutes later the girl said “I did hear about that, that you boys gets turned on if we girls are needing to wee, but don’t go, or can’t go, but i could not really believe it, but now i absolutely know it! There were two or three opportunities to stop for me, to letting me go, but you did not, i think you would not stop, not even if my bladder would burst.”
”Honestly, the imagination that you did not wee for so long and to imagine how much wee you are holding in your bladder, how big it must already be, is absolutely turning me on, but i don’t really want to do you harm.” answered the young man.
A little later they were in the city, where they had to pick up something.
He had now pity with her and did let her stay in the bus, where she could sit with her nude legs tight crossed. Pity was one reason, the other reason was that he did not want to take the risk that she would piss herself in front of the stranger’s.
On the way out of the city, he looked at her, she looked so sexy with her very short shorts and a T-shirt.
Two buttons from her little shorts were open to give her bladder more room. He could see her panties and he could see that her belly was swollen from her overfilled bladder.
The boy loved it and he and he wanted nothing more than to pull her shorts down and to fuck her.
He did love her desperation, but on the other hand, he was afraid to bring her back to the main office, in this condition, so he made a offer to her.
He told her that he would stop for her, but only if she let him watch her pee.
Oh no, never ever, she would do that, she told him and said that she would be a decent girl.
”Okay, then you have to hold it! But hold it like a decent girl and give your hands away from your pussy!” he replied.
Not even 15 minutes later she begged “let me pee please, i nearly do it in my panties, i can’t wait any longer, i let you watch, but stop finally.”
He stopped on the country road, with some bushes on the side. They did both get out of the bus, the girl with both hands between her thighs.
They went behind the bushes, the girl could nearly not walk with her crossed legs. She pulled her shorts and her panties down at once and before she could really squat, she started to pee.
Some drops of wee were running down on her smooth thighs and on her wonderful legs.
As soon as she was squatting, she pissed like a firehouse. It was jetting out of her, between her her straddled thighs. She pissed with high pressure in a wide bow and with a loud hissing sound.
The girl could not stop and the boy could not believe that such a young, slim girl could hold so much urine in her.
”That was amazing!!! Unbelievable that you could hold such a amount of wee in your bladder. No wonder that you was needing to go so bad. Thank you for that, it was a great experience for me.” said the guy with enthusiasm.
”I did not think that this could happen to me, that i once need to wee so bad, that i let a boy watch me peeing, but i think every girl reaches a point where she is needing to go so bad that she would do it in a crowded main square.” said the girl and was not really angry about that.
She was aroused too from this situation and she did like that guy and she did like to turn him on this way.
The guy on the other side was falling a little bit in love with her “I did like what you did and i like you, you are really great girl!” he said.
On the way to the main office he told her that she should train to hold it at weekends and that to skip the morning pee would be a good kind of training . The boys at the main office were disappointed, that the „holding girl“ did not run to the loo after such a long time.
The next days the girl weed in a bucket once a day, mostly early afternoon and she did let the boy watch her, there were no more shyness between them, there was more erotic and sexual desire, from both for each other.
It was intelligible, they worked so close together, the girl did wear either super short shorts, or extra short skirts, she did show him so much of her bare skin, for so many hours, that he simply must have been turned on.
Over above she did either hold her bladder all day long, or she did let him watch weeing, it was only a question of a short time until they would start to fuck each other, until they will fuck together.
One week later, a little bit after noon, the boy stopped somewhere between the villages, he wanted to take a piss, like he did it every day at the same place.
Before he opened the door, the girl said “I would need that too, actually really urgently, but if you don’t do it, i will hold it back .”
The boy was surprised, she never did say something like that. He was turned on from this offer, looked at her and asked “how long?”
”So long as i can, or better so long until i can’t anymore, but you should know that i did not go this morning, i did not wee since yesterday evening.” said the girl and smiled.
”You naughty, little girl!!” he said, started the engine and drove away without to piss.
continue |
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, and events are the property of their respective owners. I do not own Elfen Lied in any capacity. I am not associated with Lynn Okamoto, Mamoru Kanbe, Studio Arms, or any party involved with the manga or anime. This is a fanfiction meant solely for entertainment. No copyright infringement is intended.
Note: This fanfiction takes place after the events of the anime Elfen Lied. The anime timeline and characters are different than the manga’s so keep that in mind if you’re wondering why things are so different than the last portion of the manga. Also, this story has some set up since I really love this anime and these characters. If you want to skip straight to the lemon, I’ll mark the start of that section with ***** so you can skip right to the sexy stuff if you want to.
Lucy had survived her massive battle with Kakuzawa’s troops and managed to avoid capture. She knew she didn’t deserve a second chance at life, but she wanted to be with Kouta so badly. For years she had told herself that she was continuing to live only to one day apologize and achieve some modicum of redemption. She never anticipated surviving this long or what would happen afterwards. Upon returning, the clock that her Nyuu persona had worked on started to chime wildly and she could feel her head pounding as her dual personalities started becoming one. Her memories surged up from deep within as she gripped her head tightly with both hands. The sound of Wanta barking finally snapped her out of her trance as Kouta opened the sliding panel door. Kouta was beyond shocked when he saw the unexpected visitor on the other side. “You! You’re…you’re alive?! I thought I’d never see you again! Where have you been?!” So many emotions flowed through him he was quickly overwhelmed. He was so relieved and happy to see her alive 6 weeks after her disappearance, but he had only just been able to genuinely mourn the loss of his family. He couldn’t forgive her for all she had done. A part of him even still hated her, but he also somehow loved her. For just those few days they spent together as children, he had connected with her in a way he hadn’t with anyone else in his life. When he found her again years later, injured and suffering from head trauma, he felt that same connection again as he nursed her back to health. He knew in his heart that he loved this woman, and he couldn’t change that even if he tried.
“Are you Nyuu, or the one I talked to on the stairs?” She smiled as she embraced him passionately. “You said it yourself that night, they’re both me. However, you can just continue to call me Nyuu.” For the next few months, Kouta’s relationship with Nyuu bloomed into something beautiful. He hadn’t been sure he’d be able to look past the horrible things she had done, but her remorse was so genuine and her desire to start over so sincere that he just couldn’t bring himself to hate her any longer. She now visited his family’s resting place with him every day, bringing rice and praying silently. One night, she suffered from a horrible nightmare and screamed herself awake. Kouta felt so bad for her that he spent the night in her bed with his arms wrapped gently around her waist. He wasn’t quite ready yet to get intimate, but he couldn’t see her suffer like that. That was the breaking point for Kouta’s cousin Yuka, who had held out hope that Kouta would one day return her feelings if Nyuu failed to return. Now that Nyuu was back, she knew her already slim chance was over. She knew cousin marriage was antiquated and frowned upon, but she couldn’t help the way she felt. She had feelings for him ever since they were children, but Kouta always seemed oblivious to that. In reality, even Kouta as dense as he was, was aware of how Yuka felt at this point. He just didn’t feel that way about her and never would. The least he could do was to keep her ignorant of who Nyuu truly was. It would be unspeakably cruel for Yuka to learn that she had lost her romantic rivalry to the infamous ex-serial killer who brutally murdered his family in front of him! His life was an impossible absurdity, but according to the philosophers he had to read in college, such is life in general.
One night around Christmas, Yuka decided to do a favor for her romantic rival. She knew she had lost anyways, so she may as well bow out with grace before moving out. Yuka decided to take Mayu and Nana out to visit her mother, leaving Kouta and Nyuu all alone in the inn together. In addition, she had managed to secure a large supply of beer from a college friend who tended to party a little too hard. “You girls have fun tonight!” Kouta waved cheerily as Yuka hailed a taxi to her mother’s. After they had left, Kouta returned to the low table. He had just taken Nyuu on a wonderful date to the same zoo they had visited as children. He was happy to see Nyuu’s love of animals was as strong as ever. The atmosphere was quite romantic with a light snow now beginning to fall outside, but Kouta was very nervous. “So um…have you ever had alcohol before?” Nyuu shook her head before answering. “There are a lot of things I’ve never experienced before. This is certainly one of them.” “I actually tried to drink a little back in high school to show off to some classmates, but…it didn’t go well. I’m kind of a lightweight.” Nyuu chuckled at the thought of Kouta trying to show off and acting like a normal, dumb teenager. She had read that alcohol could calm the nerves and she certainly felt like she needed that right now. She wanted this so badly, but she was also terrified. What if he didn’t find her attractive?! What if they just weren’t compatible in bed and he started to have thoughts about other girls? She knew this was rather unfair to the extremely faithful Kouta, but after a lifetime of being treated as a monster, the idea of actually having sex with the man she loved made her so nervous. Nyuu drank beer after beer, but found that the alcohol just didn’t have much effect on her due to her genetics. Kouta on the other hand, was quickly plastered. She needed to act now before he passed out! “Hey Kouta, could I…spend the night in your room tonight?” Nyuu said as suggestively as possible.
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The drunken young couple entered Kouta’s room. While Maple Inn was quite spacious, the ever-conscientious Kouta kept only a small room for himself. The room was sparsely furnished with a study desk and a small bed in the corner up against the wall. The wall was covered in a bland, white wallpaper and had nothing in the way of posters or decorations. Kouta had far too pre-occupied working through his feelings for Nyuu to bother decorating much. “So…you really want to do this now?” Nyuu was concerned since Kouta was far more affected by the beer than she was, even though she had drunk a LOT more. “I’m fffine. I want to make you to love!” Kouta stammered drunkenly. They removed their clothes, and he began to fumble awkwardly with her bra. “Just get on the bed honey, I’ll take it off for you.” Nyuu assured him warmly. Nyuu tried to look her sexiest stripping off her bra and panties, which drove Kouta wild. They began to kiss passionately, but in his drunken state he ashamedly was having a hard time getting it up. He began to apologize and blush, but Nyuu gently comforted him. “It’s ok honey, we just drank a little too much tonight. We’re in no rush. I actually think this is better since I want to remember our first time clearly.” Kouta snuggled up to her and held her tight. “You’re so…so sweet Nyuu!” Nyuu smiled as she hugged him back. “I’m really not, but I’m glad there’s one person who thinks so.” Nyuu turned out the lights and within 10 minutes, both were soundly asleep in each other’s warm embrace.
However, that wasn’t nearly the end of this night. In her attempts to loosen up her guilty conscious and inhibitions, Nyuu had drained 10 cans of beer and even her abnormally large, mutant bladder was now filled to the bursting point. Just 3 hours into their sleep, a gentle trickle escaped Nyuu’s lower lips and trickled against Kouta’s leg. This immediately startled him awake since he was a rather light sleeper. He at first was worried it was blood and quickly turned on the bedside lamp. He was relieved to see she wasn’t hurt but was also rather shocked an 18-year-old girl was having an accident like this. In Nyuu’s case, for the second time in front of him! He gently shook her awake. “Um…sweetie, you’re kind of making a mess. Nyuu awoke and immediately realized what was happening. She painfully clamped off the flow and began to feel her eyes fill with tears as she blushed furiously. “Oh my God I’m SO sorry! I swear this hasn’t happened since I was in the orphanage. Please don’t be angry or disgusted with me!” She spoke in a rapid, desperate voice. Kouta saw this must be a very painful topic for her and immediately put his arms around her to try calm her down. “It’s ok Nyuu, I’m not angry or disgusted, just a little surprised that’s all!” Nyuu’s face still showed a deeply painful expression. “The other kids and even the adults used to bully me relentlessly for this. One caretaker used to slap me so hard my lip would split open and then she would yell at me for bleeding on my shirt. “Nyuu, I’m not one of those horrible people who abused you. Why would you ever think I’d react that way?! I just want you to be happy because I love you!” Nyuu smiled sadly as she tried to force her crying under control. Before he knew it, Nyuu was all over him, kissing him frantically. Suddenly, she tensed up painfully as if suddenly stabbed in the side. Oh my GOD I still have to piss SOO fucking bad! I can’t even stand up or else it’s going to come out! The toilet is on the other side of the inn and there’s no way I can make it. What am I going to do?!” Nyuu was beyond desperate and Kouta couldn’t bear to see his beloved in so much pain. “It’s really ok Nyuu! The bed is already wet so just let go. Don’t hurt yourself!” Nyuu gave him a tearful smile as she sat upright against the headboard and prepared to take his advice right away. “Oh God THANK YOUUU!” It felt like her bladder was tearing apart. She needed to get this beer out NOW! Without any further delay, Nyuu spread her lower lips and pushed down on her pelvic floor muscles with all her might.
Kouta knew she had drunk a lot of beer. He knew she was frantically desperate to relieve herself. However, he wasn’t at all prepared for what happened next! An obscenely thick, powerful stream exploded from Nyuu’s womanhood and flew the length of the bed before splattering against the wall with the force of a firehose. Nyuu let out a long moan of immense pleasure as her eyes rolled back. The white wall paper was quickly being stained yellow and the splash back was similarly staining the sheets, but Nyuu couldn’t care less about that right now. Any feelings of shame or embarrassment had been entirely replaced with the most blessed relief she had ever felt in her life. Kouta was shocked to see just how hard this beautiful girl was peeing! He had seen plenty of jocks and burly guys empty themselves at the urinal next to him, but he had never in his life seen a stream anything like this. The force, volume, and sound were simply incredible! He looked up at her face and saw the most beautiful expression he had ever seen. It was like she was experiencing a continuous, perpetual orgasm. Kouta was no longer drunk at this point and embarrassingly found himself getting the hardest erection he could remember. After about 20 seconds the stream lost a little power and now instead of splattering off the wall with deafening sound and the splash back hitting the sheets, it was running straight down the wall like a golden waterfall. Nyuu let out another orgasmic moan. She was still in a state of complete and utter ecstasy. It seemed like an eternity until Nyuu’s vicious stream eventually drooped down to a normal one and finally stopped. By the time it was finally over, Nyuu had expelled around 3.5 liters of recycled beer piss all over his wall and bed! The sheets were stained badly, and the wallpaper was utterly ruined with the largest pee stain imaginable. The puddle on the wooden floor resembled a small lake. Nyuu had only one thing to say in response to all of this, “AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!” Nyuu let out the most heavenly sigh Kouta had ever heard. Her eyes showed she was still in a deep high as dopamine flooded her brain’s pleasure receptors. This was a perfect state of pure relief.
For next few seconds, the only sound was Nyuu’s pee still dripping down off the wall and on to the floor. Eventually, Kouta broke the silence with an awkward “Um….wow! Are you feeling better honey?” Nyuu finally came down to Earth and glanced over at him with the most wicked grin. “You have NO fucking idea how good that felt! I could never have made it to the bathroom. Thank you SO much for just telling me to let go! That was the best feeling I’ve ever experienced in my life! She began to smother him with kisses when suddenly she felt his rock-hard member and grinned widely. “What’s this? I see I wasn’t the only one feeling good!” Now it was Kouta’s turn to feel embarrassed. “Um…uh…it’s just that you were moaning and your face looked so beautiful and it looked like it felt so good it just made me feel good. Please don’t think I’m a pervert!” Nyuu laughed gently as she embraced him. “Kouta, I don’t think you’re a pervert! I think you’re sweet! After spending my entire life with people who seem to get off on my suffering, I’m not going to complain I found someone who feels good when I’m feeling good!” She then leaned forward and nibbled on his earlobe before whispering sexily in his ear. “Also, I have a little secret. That felt so good I almost came from the sheer relief! Since we’re both close, how about we finish each other off?” Kouta quickly nodded his head as the naughty mutant rolled him over on his back and mounted on top of him. Nyuu gently guided his steel rod into her now sopping pussy. Nyuu whispered in her most erotic voice, “Ok, now it’s time for you to do your part”. Kouta massaged her breasts and gently began to thrust. “Um…am I doing this right? I’m not hurting you am I!?” Nyuu looked down at him with a very loving, bemused expression. He was so gentle. The polar opposite of the lab facility guard who violently took her virginity from her before she repaid him by taking his life. “Kouta, you can go a little harder and quicker than that sweetie! I’m a pretty tough girl, so I can take it.” Kouta gradually started to thrust harder and faster as he got into a rhythm. “Hold on, let me adjust you just a little bit. Oh FUCK yes that’s hitting my spot! Keep going!” Kouta kept up the rhythm for another 10 seconds before Nyuu erupted her ejaculate all over his stomach and nether region. This surprise instantly finished off Kouta, who filled her with a wild ejaculation of his own. Both screamed in ecstasy before Nyuu collapsed on top of him and their heavy panting became the only sound in the room. This time Nyuu was the one who broke the silence. “That…was…AMAZING!” she said between breaths. She was caked in sweat and still breathing hard. “You really came hard! If it wasn’t for the pills, I’d be carrying our child right now!” Kouta caught his breath before responding. “I came hard? What about you?! Do you mean to tell me on top of everything else you can cum like that?! Am I dreaming or are you some kind of goddess?” Nyuu smiled and blushed. “Kouta, I can assure you that you’re the only guy I’ve ever met who would consider me a goddess instead of a deformed freak. If I can play the role of your sexy goddess though and we can make love like that, I’m happy to accept the part. We’re going to have a LOT of fun together!” Kouta wanted badly to snuggle with her and go back to sleep, but there were a few things to do first. “Um..Nyuu, we kind of made a mess and that pee is going to start smelling bad soon. We should probably start cleaning up. Nyuu blushed while nodding in agreement. It would be a little while before the young lovers were able to resume their peaceful slumber. |
Chapter 2 of EFRO Lied
A few days had passed since our young couple’s first wild night together. In the intervening days, they hadn’t been able to keep their hands off each other. Of course, they tried to avoid going too far with public displays of affection. After all, they were still living with 2 minors in the house and Nyuu’s romantic rival Yuka was still in the process of finding her own place. However, it wasn’t exactly subtle that their relationship had developed a new level of intimacy and everyone in the inn could sense that. It was a bright, Sunday morning and the snow outside the inn was beginning to melt. Kouta was on winter break but knew that he still had some studying to do. He wasn’t a great student, so he knew he should be using this time to read ahead and avoid getting overwhelmed. The problem was that Kouta hated studying with a passion and happened to be living with the most beautiful woman he had ever set eyes on. A woman who loved him deeply with every fiber of her being, just as he loved her. Clearly, there were other things on his mind that made studying quite difficult.
“How the Hell can I study at a time like this!?” Kouta threw down his book in frustration. “Why do I need to take Japanese literature again in college? I already hated having to read Basho’s poetry in high school! Maybe if we could read classic manga from the 1960s and 70s instead, I could actually pay attention. Nyuu interrupted Kouta’s fond reminiscence of the Joe vs. Rikiishi fight with a bold proposition. “How about if you study a full 6 hours today, I give you a special reward tonight?” Nyuu smirked as her sultry voice gave away her very erotic intentions. Kouta swallowed hard. “Um…what kind of a reward?” Kouta wondered if she may be referring to oral pleasure again. They had tried that last night and she had been pretty amazing for her first time. Although she did keep stopping to awkwardly apologize. He had pleasured her first and her ejaculate sprayed in his face so hard it had gone up his nose. From that point, both had decided a tap on the back of the head to let the other know they were close would be a good idea. “I’m not going to tell you yet, but you’ll have an idea soon enough”. Nyuu smiled mischievously. “I think I can study under those arrangements. Where is that book I threw? I suddenly love haiku poetry of the 17th century!”
As the day passed, Kouta read while Nyuu read over his shoulder, occasionally helping when Kouta struggled to read a character. “Weren’t you imprisoned in a lab for the last 3 years? Why do you know how to read so much better than me? I know you’re a lot smarter but come on!” Nyuu blushed before answering gently. “I spent the 5 years before that mostly hiding out in a little used public library. Reading was pretty much the only thing I did during that time.” Nyuu drank again from a large water bottle. This was her second in the last 2 hours, even though it was far from a hot day outside. “I notice you’ve been drinking a lot. Is this special surprise going to maybe involve your highly talented bladder?” Nyuu smiled and kissed him on the forehead. “Yuka always complains how dense you can be, but maybe you have a little detective in you after all!” By the end of the six hour period, Nyuu had drunk almost a full gallon of water and not once had she used the toilet. “I think it’s time I gave you your special reward! Nyuu walked towards the bathroom and seductively indicated for him to follow. The inn’s other residents were watching a movie at this time, so there was little chance of their being interrupted. However, Nyuu quickly locked the bathroom door just to be safe. Nyuu lifted her shirt and dropped her panties to show her very swollen bladder. Kouta gasped at just how full she was. He couldn’t imagine how badly she needed release! What she said next surprised him. “Ok darling, now drop your pants and get on the toilet!” Kouta was rather confused. “I actually just went 30 minutes ago. Why should I get on the toilet?” Nyuu grimaced in pain before responding sharply. “Just do it! I don’t have much longer!”
Kouta quickly followed her request and within a few seconds was sitting on the toilet, naked from the waist down. Nyuu stripped off all her clothes and shocked him by straddling his legs and assuming what sex guides called the “Face Off” position. Nyuu was his equal in height, so they were now staring directly eye to eye with their faces only a few inches apart. “Please spread your legs just a little wider. It’s going to come out hard and I really want to get all I can in the bowl!” Kouta finally grasped her intentions and couldn’t believe his naughty lover was really going to do it. “I was going to give you a little longer and build up to it, but well...I can’t hold it anymore! Orgasmic relief in 5…4…3…2…1…”
Suddenly the entire bathroom was filled with the cacophony of Nyuu’s stream thunderously splashing into the water below. This was mixed with a very loud and prolonged moan from Nyuu that left zero doubt about how she was feeling! A wet warmth engulfed Kouta’s nether region as the edge of her stream blasted against his privates and drops were flying everywhere despite her intention to get it all in the bowl. Kouta glanced down and saw the same incredible stream he had witnessed that night, firing like a waterjet cutter from that beautiful vulva with its fuzzy pink pubes that matched the mutant girl’s hair. Kouta glanced back up to see Nyuu’s heavenly expression. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth formed a perfect “O” of blissful relief! After the initial burst of relief, Nyuu’s eyes opened and stared deeply into his. For the next 10 seconds, the lovers simply gazed lovingly into each other’s eyes before both started kissing passionately. Nyuu’s stream still hammered the water below as their tongues twisted together and Kouta wrapped his arms around her back. This slightly shifted her stream and she hit the tip of his member with its full force. Kouta came without either of them even having to touch it. He let out his own moan of pleasure as Nyuu nuzzled her forehead against his. The water had grown so foamy that the splashing of Nyuu’s piss now sounded rather different. At around the 2-minute mark, the stream finally stopped. The foam nearly touched Kouta’s behind and the water was now several inches deeper. Nyuu gave him an ear-to-ear smile as she came down from her high. “Before you even ask, yes I feel a LOT better now! I see that you enjoyed yourself as well!” Nyuu pointed to Kouta’s still erect member and his seed now plastered all over her lower tummy. “That was the best surprise gift EVER!” Kouta managed as he kissed her once again. “We better clean up this bathroom before the others find it, but after that I have surprise for you as well! I’ve been practicing how to better use my tongue and want to try it out right now!”
However, that’s the start of another story.
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Chapter 3 of EFRO LIED (This chapter focuses on gas and scat, so no omo in this one. If that's ok with you, read ahead. I will mark the portion before the pooping starts as one final warning!)
It was one week later, and Kouta faced another weekend of intense studying. Nyuu had enthusiastically agreed to help him study on this cold day, but as the day went on, he noticed Nyuu growing increasingly uncomfortable. “What’s the matter Nyuu? You look like you’re in pain!” Nyuu smiled at him reassuringly. “It’s ok, it’s just my damn stomach. It’s incredibly bloated and is really starting to hurt! I know I’ve eaten way too much this week, but I was quite underweight when I first escaped from the facility. You don’t know how good even simple rice balls look after you’ve spent 3 years being fed on only gruel with some occasional vitamins ground in. I’m ashamed to admit this, but I haven’t pooped in over 3 days! Do we have anything I could take for that?” Kouta shook his head. “I’m sorry Nyuu, but I don’t think we have any laxatives or softeners right now. I would run to the store, but the little corner place is closed Saturdays.” Nyuu groaned as she placed a hand on her bloated stomach. “I guess I could wait until morning, but it really is bothering me.” Kouta looked at her sympathetically. He couldn’t bare to see his beloved in pain or discomfort. “There is actually one other thing I could try, but it might be a little embarrassing for you.” Nyuu looked at him pleadingly. “I don’t care! If you can do anything to take away this pain please do it!” Kouta lifted her shirt and felt her distended tummy. “I don’t think I’ve told you this, but I was in my high school’s alternative medicine club.” Nyuu smiled when she heard this. “You always have been a natural healer. You’re so sweet and make everyone feel better just by being around them.” Kouta blushed at her compliment before confessing, “actually it was because I was late to club day and it was the only club with openings left”. “That’s also quite like you!” Nyuu laughed before quickly regretting it and clutching her stomach. “Anyways, I learned in that club that osteopathic medicine has a stomach kneading technique to cure constipation without any medicine. If you get in the tub with me, I think I might possibly be able to help. I only got to practice it a few times though with a partner, so I don’t know if I’m any good.” Nyuu quickly nodded her head before grabbing his hand and rushing off to the Maple Inn’s large indoor onsen.
Kouta locked the door as Nyuu hastily removed her clothes. He could see immediately that she wasn’t exaggerating. Her normally perfect tummy was horribly bloated. Kouta stripped down and sat against the edge of the onsen with his legs spread wide for Nyuu to sit comfortably between them. Nyuu leaned back against him as he massaged her shoulders. “God your neck and shoulders are so tight! Let me try work on these before I get to your stomach.” Nyuu moaned in agreement as his fingers worked their magic. After working on her neck, shoulders, and back, Kouta finally worked his way down to her poor tummy. Kouta then started kneading, softly at first but gradually gaining strength. “This is going to feel a little uncomfortable, but I need to get your intestines stimulated. Is it ok if I go a little harder?” Nyuu quickly accepted, desperate to see if anything would work. “Alright Nyuu. This is embarrassing, but I’m going to grab your gastric folds and pull down. You might experience some slight gas, but that’s just what happens.” Nyuu was skeptical anything would happen but as Kouta pulled down hard, she had her breath taken away as she involuntarily released the biggest fart of her life! The monstrous fart could be heard quite clearly from underwater and released an absolute geyser of water and bubbles between Nyuu’s legs. This lasted for a good 6 seconds before finally ceasing. Nyuu blushed furiously. For an instant she felt horrified before she felt his member stiffen against her lower back. “Um…l-l-llike I said that’s p-p-perfectly natural. It means it’s working!” Kouta awkwardly managed to awkwardly stammer out. Nyuu smiled as she realized her beloved was far from angry or grossed out. Nyuu’s shoulders relaxed as she let out a sigh. “If it was anyone else I’d be mortified, but you’re so sweet I can just rela-(BRAAAAAAAAP)” Nyuu let out another massive fart nearly as long and powerful as first, this time accompanied by a shameless moan. Suddenly Nyuu bolted upright. “Uh oh! I think that jolted something loose. I need the toilet NOW!” Kouta quickly wrapped a towel around her and rushed her to the bathroom. Fortunately, they had the house to themselves that day so Kouta could have a quiet study environment.
***** Warning! HEAVY pooping ahead!
Nyuu sat as fast she could on the toilet and started to strain painfully. “Ow Ow Ow! It’s so hard and sharp! If I force it out it will tear my ass apart!” Kouta held her hand gently. “Just relax Nyuu. Don’t force it out. I’ll try help you. Kouta leaned over and started to kiss her softly. His left hand fondled her breast while his right thumb started to rub the sensitive area around her clit. Nyuu moaned into his mouth as he heard a loud crackling sound as a gargantuan log slid out of Nyuu’s hole and splashed heavily into the water. “Was that most it?” Kouta wondered aloud. Nyuu smiled seductively. “Not even close, but now that the tunnel is unblocked, the train can finally leave the station!” Kouta quickly realized she was dead serious as log after log started easily sliding out and adding to the massive sludge pile. Tears streamed down Nyuu’s face as she made the most beautiful expression of relief he had seen yet! Nyuu moaned completely free of shame or embarrassment as all that horrible pain was transformed into heavenly relief and pleasure. As the 9th log slid out without resistance, Kouta could tell just by looking into her eyes that she had just climaxed from the sheer euphoria of her relief. Kouta was so hard he quickly finished himself with a few quick jerks. Finally, Nyuu’s hole began to close up as her monumental movement came to an end. “Ok, you’re done now right? …Right? “ Nyuu responded with an epic post-dump fart that could have been heard throughout the house and lasted a full 8 seconds. This was followed by a long, heavenly sigh and an expression of pure contentment. “Ok, NOW you’re done?” Nyuu smiled serenely from ear to ear as she nodded her head. “You really don’t do anything halfway do you? My goddess of relief!” Kouta admired her now perfect stomach as Nyuu finished wiping herself. When she got off the bowl, both gasped at the horrible sight. Nyuu’s shit had completely buried the water and no doubt clogged the toilet beyond what any plunger in the world could fix. Kouta began to panic as he realized the other girls would be coming home soon. “Oh God, what are we gonna do about this?!” Nyuu calmly assessed the situation before concentrating and suddenly Kouta could see the massive pile starting to move. The largest logs were being broken apart as if the toilet had become a giant blender. “Oh right…you’re psychic. I totally forgot”. Nyuu smiled as she managed to get it all down in a few flushes. “I’m glad I finally managed to use my powers for something useful. They’re just a natural part of my body, so they don’t have to be used for evil after all. Hey Kouta, I feel really tired after all this. Would you like to join me for a quick nap before the others get back?” Kouta smiled and hugged her tightly before accompanying her back to the bedroom.
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Three very desperate girls remain, Alicia, Kionna and Sydney. All three women are in their panties, potty dancing, screaming in agony, grabbing their crotches and jumping up and down. Anna returns with a bowl full of crumbled up notebook papers.
"Alright ladies. Since you girls are extremely desperate, I decided we'll do two challenges only." That's a minor relief for the remaining girls. "Now Wildagram would you please pick a piece of paper?" Anna says. So, I did what she asks and opened the piece of paper. It says: "DO THE JACK-O CHALLENGE FOR 10 SECONDS."
All the ladies were shocked. Alicia is shaking her head in disbelief, Kionna is cursing at herself and Sydney is almost in tears. Maria, Jordan and Cady felt sorry for them. Almost.
"Good luck with that senoritas!" Jordan mocks.
Alicia is angrily crying, gripping her crotch with such force that veins are popping out of her hands. Her red lace panties are about to be history, she can feel it, the others can sense it too.
"NNNNN-NNOO!! I-I-I'M NOT DOING THAT!!!!" Alicia angrily yells. For her it's embarrassing. I try to console her the best way I can.
"Alicia, I know you badly need to pee," Kionna and Sydney almost screamed and immediately grab their crotches as they heard the word "pee". As I was trying to finish what I was saying, Maria suddenly pulled me back as Alicia was grabbing herself, bending over as a torrent of pee shot out of her like a cannon. Now we're down to 2.
"You're welcome, I just saved you from washing your shoes." Maria said to me calmly.
"I, uh, thanks. Appreciate that." I replied. But Alicia was ticked. She lost horribly.
"AAARRGGHH!! C'MON! I just brought this pair yesterday!!" Alicia now sits frustrated in the kitchen with other eliminated girls.
Only 2 left. Sydney vs. Kionna. It all comes down to a Jack-O pose.
Both ladies start jumping up and down grabbing themselves, walking in circles. Faces blood red with deep concentration. Keep in mind, both women were in their panties in attempt to ease the pressure but to no success.
Suddenly Sydney took off her fogged up glasses, whipped her sweaty hair back, slowly spreading her legs in a wide stance and bended her upper body forward until her chin almost touched the ground. While she was doing this she was continually fidgeting. Hell, she was doing the Jack-O pose and grabbing her crotch at the same time. The girls including me was shocked as to how she's doing this with a full bladder. Maria and Alicia looks impressed. Anna is smiling so wide that it's a miracle her cheeks aren't hurting.
Sydney fidgeting taunts Kionna "T-TTT-Top that, Mrs. Granny Panties!!"
"Y-you know I will!!" Kionna responds weakly as she prepares to spread her legs. Everybody looks on, leading at the edge of their seats as Kionna slowly spreads her legs inch by inch until we hear a dripping sound and a loud splashing noise hitting the ground.
"NOOOO!!! ARE YOU SERIOUS??!! ARE YOU FRICKING SERIOUS?! You can not be serious right now!! I lost control because of a f***ing JACK O CHALLENGE??!!" Kionna shouts as she continues to flood her orange granny panties. Sydney is the winner as the girls all start applauding her. Sydney is just sitting down grabbing her crotch with her legs crossed looking ditzy. Me and Anna congratulate her.
"CONGRATS GIRL!! You win!!" Anna shouts jumping up and down. But Sydney doesn't realize she's won.
"You okay?? That was one hell of a holding contest." I said. All these ladies earned my respect and the respect of their peers as Alicia and the rest of the girls are fist pumping each other.
"I-I-I Won???" Sydney weakly says as she suddenly pees herself with a relieved look on her face. "At least I won." She says laughing.
A minute later we hear multiple loud banging on the door which scares everybody. I open the door to see a beautiful woman jumping from foot to foot grabbing her crotch with tears in her eyes and her hair a mess. She was in a business suit with a pencil black skirt. It hit me that the lady was Bonnie and Taylor's landlady: Lexi Rivera from Costa Rica.
"S-SORRY!! but can I use your bathroom? I don't think I can make it to my house.." She asks.
"Sure." I said. I can't just say no. Lexi bolts in the room Sonic The Hedgehog style and darts to the bathroom door only to yell: "WHAT THE F***??!! WHY ISN'T IT OPENING??!!"
That's when we all saw a combination lock on the door knob. We all know who was responsible. Anna. We all looked at her with a "really, are you serious?" glance.
"Oops.. hehehe.. the combination lock was meant for the winner. But since Sydney wet herself I didn't had the chance to get to that and well... I don't know to unlock it.."
"WWWWWHHHHAAATT???!!" Lexi yells lifting her skirt and stomping on the ground holding herself with her pink sultan panties. She's full on crying nonstop banging on the wall with frustration.
"Anna, dude!! What the hell were you thinking?!" I said.
Sydney face palms in disgust, Jordan is shaking her head with her arms crossed, Alicia and Cady are feeling bad for the poor landlady.
"Girl, your not right. None of us knows the combination to unlock it! Not cool." Kionna says. Not believing Anna's own stupidity.
"Those locks are meant for lockers!! So that's what you were doing at the beginning of the contest?!" Maria states as a long squirt of pee shots out of the behind of Lexi. Then it basically nothing she can do as a stream of pee shot out of her butt, soaking her pink panties. As she finally stopped she was staring daggers at Anna.
"Umm... GOTTA GO BYE!!" yells Anna as she runs out the door leaving her phone behind.
Lexi takes her heels off, lowers her skirt and darts after her. Her face is red with anger. "YOU LITTLE... GET. BACK. HERE!!!"
The girls just stood there with their soaked panties on, just staring at them. Then the girls suddenly grab Maria and put down onto Jordan's knee. It was spanking time as punishment for losing first.
"What the... oh yeah, I was the first one out wasn't I?" Maria said as each female took turns spanking her as Kionna records it on Anna's phone and sends the whole video to Bonnie.
"Bonnie and Taylor are going to love this." Kionna told me.
"You're going to return Anna's phone back right?" I asked. Kionna shook her head.
"Hell no. At least for a couple of days. Chick needs to learn not to let her omorashi like ambitions get the better of her. We love the girl, but she needs to chill. Plus she always have spare one." Kionna says.
After the spanking is done, all the girls and said goodbye to me and went home with new found respect for each other as I stayed behind cleaning up. I now became a new member of their friendship circle which was awesome. In the distance I can hear Anna yelling: "BEST. NIGHT. EVER!!!" while still being chased on the streets by Lexi. While i call Bonnie and Taylor explaining the whole story.
Days Later, me, Bonnie and Taylor watched the holding contest on my LG Smart TV. What a crazy night with the ladies, but it was awesome.
But one thing for sure is: at least I didn't get my ass kicked by an enraged landlady. Poor Anna.
The End.
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Fire Emblem: The Mage Prodigy
Part 1
The Garreg Mach monastery was a truly beautiful sight to behold and a masterpiece of stone craftsmanship. The Fódlan mountains fortified the defensible position for the monastery to be tucked away in the hills, a stronghold with a paramount strategic location. Managing to avoid being owned and governed by the three territories, the church of Seiros and academy were home to many powerful knights. Although during the day it was a bustling flurry of students, teachers, and staff, at night the monastery had an eerie stillness to it. A sereneness that was equal parts unsettling and comforting. The commotion of training, preparations, and classes would end later in the afternoon, followed by even the reception hall by the time 10PM had come.
It had just crept past the hour of midnight and the diligent work of the students left many not having the energy to stay awake late into the night. The new day would bring its own efforts and few wanted to wake not being ready to receive it. Even for students, not many ever had need to sneak out late into the night further than each other's rooms. Tonight was an exception.
The white-haired Lysithea gingerly tread in the empty hallway with a large brass lantern guiding her way in the darkened halls. With the coolness of autumn, there was a crispness to the night's air and troubling fog that lingered in the courtyard. Her lavender eyes anxiously peered about the courtyard, surprising even herself with how afraid she was. If you were caught outside at night there were hardly any consequences from an academic perspective given the school's size, yet the fear of the dark was what Lysithea truly dreaded. Arms shaking nervously, she held up the heavy lantern to cast light down the stone hallway to expose no monsters lurking within, yet still no more comforting. As she shifted the lantern back, the darkness consumed the pathway once again. A pair of nervous tears ran down her cheeks, highlighting just how distressed this late night trip had made her. A panic-stricken part of her wanted to retreat to the known warmth and comfort of her room, but there was magic to learn. Lysithea persisted.
While usually very well kept and proper, for sneaking out she opted for a less formal outfit since comfort and warmth were the only important priorities. She had a rather bland light blue sweater and dark undershirt beneath to keep her warm with a thick, maroon accompanying scarf wrapped around her neck. Lysithea had slipped on dark leggings to make sure all of her skin was covered from the autumn night's breeze along with a thin set of gloves and lightly-furred slippers. The outfit exuded the essence of warm comfort. Additionally she had a leather satchel in tow for books and tools for taking notes.
Time was finite. There were books to read and concepts to master, sleep at times was an unnecessary sacrifice of the excess. Lysithea was working on a schedule now, twice a week to sneak off to the library for 4 hours of study in the middle of the night, then to return, rest, and be prepared for the next day's classes. All of this to supplement the education and extra library time already dedicated towards her analysis. Despite having done this once before, the obscurity of night still terrified her in an abysmal way. The dreadful echoes of her footsteps offered little remorse. The young student felt her body tense with a cold apprehension as her willpower barely fought through an urge to retreat. Lysithea drew in a deep encouraging breath and continued along, trying her best to shrug off the unease. She whispered to herself as she continued, maybe to distract from the cowardice she could openly admit, "I can do this, I am not a little girl anymore."
It was a poor showing. Despite being well-intended to give herself needed confidence, her expression soured as she realized how childish it sounded. Her mind wandered to how many students still called her a little girl, a child, it was aggravating. Sure, she was a student, but an incredibly talented caster and had even begun to help instruct other students. Lysithea was top in her class of Reason magics and was able to wield in a way that few could. The offensive magic felt so natural and ingrained in her apt hands, modesty aside she felt already an expert. A little confidence was never a bad thing. She would show them.
The mage's diligent studies were hardly the only changes that had taken place. While the white-haired girl was still plagued with her short height, she had filled out with curves and in ways that no one could deny she had grown up. Often she obscured these details with plain and veiling clothes, but occasionally it would become known. People seemed to interact with her in different ways since these changes, but these were mere distractions from the vast unexplored world of magic that remained out there. It was still nice to hear that she was admired however and left a confused envy when the other girls would be so fawned on.
"Come on, come on", she whispered and half-whimpered to herself, as if that would make the trip faster. Finally, she arrived at the stairwell leading up to the library. Her lantern was pulled in as closely as it could to her body without getting burned, the scared girl clinging to it like a cherished doll for the sympathy to the darkness it provided. The motion brought her mind back to the atrocious event when she first came to the monastery that her fear of monsters and of the dark cost her dearly.
Memory, years earlier:
When she was younger and new to the monastery, it was such a dramatic shift from anything she had known before. From a majority of the students she was mocked heavily for her appearance and the dark rumors of her that had never ceased to be, but there was one she could confide in, Bernadetta. The two had been assigned to room together and their friendship was simple and warming, yet in comparison to the unkind words of all of the others, it was a cherished bond for Lysithea. Their dorm room was a safe haven and Bernadetta seemed to feel equally. In their first month however, Lysithea became aware of how inviting the campus was during the day and separately how much of a scary place it transformed into at night. Despite her current predicament, she avoided being out past 8PM for the first few years she was at Garreg strictly out of fear. On a late summer night, the white-haired girl woke in her bed in the dead of night to a chaotic thunderstorm roaring outside and a desperate need to pee. Her hands held the grey bedsheets with a cold, vise-like grip and trying to urge her body to move, but terror kept her locked in place. The harsh winds made ghastly and terrible noises, howling and whistling just outside their door. She considered waking Bernadetta who was somehow able to stay asleep, though instead focused on building the courage to go outside, use the restroom, and run back to bed. That courage never came as the need grew and grew, Lysithea soon sweating from fear and anxiety. A loud and sudden crash outside their door made her body's decision for her as all of the pent up fluid in her body came rushing out to her dismay. Still gripping the sheets in shock, the pee poured out of her uncontrollably adding a second horror to the one she was already experiencing. Her bladder released unhindered into the soft bedding beneath her with a quiet, but present hiss to make sure she was aware of the reality. Bernadetta half-woke to the loud disruption outside, groggily asking if Lysithea was okay, but before hearing a response she drifted back to sleep unaware of what was happening in the bed next to her. Lysithea still in a panic and too terrified to move even in the mess she had made, eventually drifted off to sleep, only to expectedly wake to the cold, damp, and regrettable bed. The next morning Bernadetta helped her secretly clean the sheets and vowed to keep it private, meanwhile consoling Lysithea for her accident. In a clear sign of good character, Bernadetta the following night had an "accident" too, but even to Lysithea it was obvious that Bernadetta purposefully spilled water to make her feel better. Regardless, it still worked.
Back to the present, to her current situation. She was somehow able to muster the strength to travel alone at night now, yet the fears lingered. Even in defiance of being treated like a child and with the embarrassing memory fresh in her mind, it was tough to deny the dread in every step. If only Byleth was here with her, holding her hand to soothe and console. Their tough, calloused hand to...
"No!", she yelled briefly, immediately quieting herself and the strange and sudden want. She would not even want them to see her like this.
"That's not it, I don't have feelings for them." Lysithea's voice made her seem scarcely convinced. Continuing up the steps, her purple eyes could only see darkness ahead.
"I am not afraid. There is nothing to fear.", the words were half-hearted at best. Well, maybe a little comfort would be okay right now.
Part 2 soon.
Edited December 14, 2021 by Ion
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"I am NOT a little kid. They'll have no choice but to respect me for my efforts." There was clearly a defensiveness from the student who had unwillingly peed herself moments earlier. Stubbornly, she pouted in denial.
Although seemingly in defense, it was a personal pep talk to the patches of darkness that kept her company in the study. The creeping fear of the dark and unknown tugged again at her nerves, but stark will and perseverance came to her aid. Lysithea held up the lantern and examined the area around her, as if to check once more for creatures lurking in the shadows. The library was the place that she knew best, but at night it felt like a thoroughly new room.
Lysithea boldly started, "Even if. the room.", only to slowly melt away to her insecurity. Her deep and lively lavender-red eyes anxiously drifted to the distant corners and their wide shadows. Every piece of furniture in the room seem to cast a menacing shade. Apprehension and dread lured a few renewed droplets of sweat to her face, a worry of what lurked in the darkness now surrounding her save the dim light of a lantern and torches. The flames gave a decent feeling of sanctuary with books and knowledge as her comfort blanket to calm and ease. An unsettling churn of her stomach let the student of House Ordelia know that her fear was still deeply rooted and while falsely not admitting to others, knew the fret filled her with a regrettable dismay.
With her denial now gone, only study could distract her. The academy was her purpose for being here and all of the knowledge she so desperately craved surrounded her in written form. While the lantern flame was of small comfort, the towering stack of tomes beside her quelled the fear much more readily. Lysithea's apprehension was slowly being replaced with an eagerness of learning.
For two hours the young girl set to work, soon strolling around the room with a confidence unlike before, enveloped in a renewed passion. The cold, shadowy room now felt welcoming and brimming with potential. The white-haired student stacked books all over the main desk to sift through with various bookmarks and notebooks at the ready. She was diligent in her research and chipper in her mood, a complete transformation from hours earlier. Lysithea sat in the librarian's grand mahogany chair detailed with red fabric and gold design for her research. Normally this was off limits, but as long as she was respectful there would be no harm in it. The incident from earlier was dry enough there was no risk to the chair.
She hopped up on the large cushioned chair, taking up very little space on it and sinking partly into the soft padding. The mage begin flipping through her recent finds, sprawling several books across the table.
A tattered teal book titled Magic and Interactions with the Wild showed methods to pull strong and natural power from the ground itself. A tome of thunder sat beside it, dusted and plainly untouched in ages.
There was a book, by time or force torn in two sections, called The Lunar Extract that detailed methods to draw strength from the moon and its connection to the world. Lysithea had thumbed through this before, but it warranted diligent follow-up.
The most curious of all that she had found was a moderately sized 300 page book tucked back behind a full row of books along the back shelf, seemingly hidden and obscured from the rest. It had a deep purple cover with pages clearly torn or partially destroyed within it. The title on the cover and binding had been seemingly scratched out purposefully and difficult to determine. This piqued her interest the most, an unknown and coveted treasure. This book would be returning to her dorm for further study, it felt as if it was off the beaten path. Inside of the cover the author had scripted only a single letter, 'R'. Even more mystery.
The book had many unique and bizarre spells described within, many in patterns and with methods Lysithea had not known possible. The condition of the book however, made many of them difficult to understand what they were capable or the components they consisted. Some of the pages were frayed and falling apart, others torn out, and some wholly missing. The white-haired girl turned about midday through the book and stopped suddenly. A Reason spell for support? But the components looked nothing like the spells she knew now, they were elaborate and drew from shadow, but in such a distinct way it was worth jotting down a few notes. The frustration increased when she turned to the page with the spell description, all of it water logged or scratched out. She could only vaguely make out key words for what the spell actually did.
"Hm, that's strange." as her brow furrowed in contemplation. "Maybe I could bring a new threat to the field. Maybe Byleth would see me." She cut herself off before she could finish.
Lysithea cleared her throat and read aloud the words she could manage to read:
You __ ___ last ally you cast ___ __ spell on will ___ ____ __ ____ ___ __ . The caster ___ feel a ____ of ____ ____ ____ while the ally _____ over ____ __ any distance. They will ___ __ _ _______ surge of ____ ____ ____. For 30 minutes ____ _ ____ ___ to ___ compelled ___ and make a ___ _ ____.
"Hm. It's a support spell, right? Should be no harm in testing it out now. Says here it only lasts 30 minutes and Bernadetta is asleep, she won't even notice since the spell says it'll affect her too."
Lysithea rubbed her hands together in sheer excitement. It was a master artisan ready to mold clay, untapped potential awaited.
"Time to see what this can do. The spell is called.", she paused, scanning the page for any indication of name.
"Omoretsia." |
"A peculiar name for a spell." With her pointer finger she tapped her bottom lip as a habit of deep thought.
"A shield of dark energy? Maybe an enhancement of other magics?". The ambition in her tone of voice was explicit. She had a yearning to discover this old spell, then compounded with the imperative curiosity to reveal the book comprehensively. Lysithea's hungry lavender eyes ran through the page start to finish once more, ensuring no minor details were missed.
"Based on the diagrams of runes", as she traced the lines of the scribed runes with her fingers on the dated page, continuing, "It appears it can be cast at varying strengths, level 1 being the weakest and level 5 being the strongest. It can be cast only twice per month based on its design. Hm. That's certainly a strange limitation."
Lysithea drew a deep inhale in preparation for the actual test, "Well, let's find out what this does. Level 1 seems a good place to start."
She pushed all of the other books to the side in order to clear a large swath for the secretive tome, it was time for spellcasting. An excitement difficult to describe was welling within her stomach, her legs occasionally bouncing out of keen anticipation. In long and meticulous gestures she moved her hands, precisely as instructed by the book. Line by line and rune by rune the spell was woven until the tapestry of magic had been completed. With her graceful skill once she thoroughly read the materials, the effort was minimal.
The spell almost seems to slip from her hands in a playful way, its potency faint and almost undetectable. A streaking blue glow coiled around her hands and danced around her fingers before creating a large glowing ring around her body at the waist. The ring lingered for a moment, before slowly fading from sight.
<Omoretsia: Level 1>
For minutes she sat in the stilled dim lighting of the room, waiting. Watching. Listening. Feeling. Sensing. The flame within the lantern flickered for a moment, but nothing seemed to change. The blue glow of the runes had indicated that the spell had been recognized and completed, yet here she sat with no indication of such. The sheer disappointment was palpable.
"Maybe it's a weakened spell and the effects are so minor I cannot tell?"
She turned over her hands, studying them as if an answer would immediately jump out to exclaim itself. Any other spell would have taken affect by now. The book that originally felt like a discovered lost treasure now felt it would be more suited as a doorstop.
The Golden Deer student sighed greatly, her disappointment absolute, "It seems this spell is not finished or too weak, maybe they all are."
Lysithea put her head back down to sift through the remainder of the book and see if anything in it could be salvaged. The glint in her eyes had begun to fade with such a potent lead dismissed, "Guess I can investigate if there are any that work in this book, maybe magic has changed in some drastic way to make these incompatible."
It was incredibly subtle, but within minutes a sensation was lightly prodding her. Difficult to pinpoint, but clearly present. Gradually, studying the material became increasingly more difficult to focus on over the next few minutes, hinting to her that the spell's unknown effects were beginning to make themselves known. Maybe it had worked and there was hope.
"Oh?", again attempting to hone in on what was happening, but not able to pick out anything distinctly. Maybe there was an ember still left in the magic she could salvage. Lysithea's thrill quickly returned. Sitting there in silence, she tried to trace the sensation, waiting until something more substantial came to her attention. It would come minutes later, a strange and unfamiliar sensation ran through Lysithea's system breaking focus once more. A stirring warmth blossomed from inside her body, putting every nerve on end.
"I feel a very slight change in alertness. Improved awareness?"
Lysithea grazed her finger on the quill pen as she prepared to take notes, flinching slightly more than normal at the tickle of the feather.
"Heightened sensitivity?"
Taking a quill pen, the heir to House Ordelia scribbled a few brief notes on the observation. Newly discovered spell of Reason? The professor would be so impressed with her diligence and research to learn new magic. A soft smile deliberately made its way to her face at the thought of receiving their praise while waiting if any other effects would surface. It felt freeing to so brazenly show her emotions with only an empty library to judge as audience. Byleth was so silent and precise with their thoughts, yet the mystery just pulled Lysithea in an almost obsession she would never admit. So often she was written off as naturally gifted, but the green haired professor was one of the few to respect her efforts in study. Soon after attending their classes, she had become surprisingly okay with their tacit gaze set on her. In fact, she wanted them to look.
Maybe they recognized that she was no longer the little girl that once pranced the halls of Garreg Mach Monastery, but now a talented and grown woman. Subconsciously she arched her back, pressing out her chest to prove of coming into a slightly more filled form as if to entice the non-present Byleth. The thought of captivating them with her body sent a tickling wave of stimulation to wash over her.
"No, no, no, focus. FOCUS." She shook her head as if to get the thoughts out, causing the white strands of her hair to scatter. Assessing the spell's impacts once again, there was now a noticeable warmth to her body and strangely pleasant sensation building in her, although dull. It had an inviting and alluring feeling that was difficult to deny. She became aware of a negligible call to use the restroom. But was that always there? Likely had been there, just disregarded in her eagerness to discover this spell. Lysithea wrote it down just in case. Oftentimes when infatuated with studying Lysithea would find herself blindsided with a sudden and urgent need to go, yet the signs were continually given to her and ignored. When studying, the rest of the world was usually a far-reach from her mind absorbing all of its new information.
"Ah. Arousal? Or is that. From me?" Spoken from the mouth of a logical mind. Despite being the obvious solitary person in the library, a deep blush crept over her cheeks at the not-so-public indignity. After a moment's consideration, she jotted down arousal under the new spell's effects. Even though she penned the word by her own hand, Lysithea sheepishly avoided reading into it over. "It is the spell. Likely." The Yellow Deer student cleared her throat, half convinced.
The book was very unclear how potent the magics were and if there was anything she had learned in her studies, Reason could present powerful results. Dipping the quill to re-ink, Lysithea wrote additional observations of the timing and duration. If all of these were correct, what would this spell even be used for? To stop combat from occurring? The imagery of this spell being cast on a battlefield was uncomfortable to visualize, maybe the tome was hidden for this very reason. What else could this book contain?
The mage's nerves soon felt like they were humming at a very low frequency as the spell suddenly reduced to a mere simmer and then ended. Then the realization all dawned on her at once. It was then she realized the blush on her cheeks, the sweat dampening her forehead, and the short breaths escaping her. How did it happen so quickly? Now she could understand the darker side of this magic and grasp its enticing danger. The call was intoxicating and Lysithea could not deny she was intrigued. While the young student was a renowned expert in the realm of magic, the amount of time spent in the academy left her lacking close connections with others and naturally with it, intimacy. There was a dull, but pleasureful haze buzzing in her head and urging her to try it again. The spell had just faded and a cold, harsh, and immediate withdrawal hit her heavily.
She could only cast it one more time in the next month by the spell's description.
The analyst inside of her begged to know its full potential and the lonely recluse inside of her longed for more pleasure, despite the potential risks. With very little hesitation she began tracing the runes of the spell, this time amplifying it to the 5th and strongest level. Both her mind and her body craved to know what more the spell could hold, to see what it was capable of doing. This would be the last time she could cast it for a month, so being alone in the library she had an opportunity that she could hardly pass up. Lysithea felt a pang of shame as her lust was able to override her logic for probably the first time in her life. While there was research to do and a desire to learn the spell completely, she knew she was doing this for herself. To finally acknowledge all of the pent-up desires she had been feeling for Byleth. The white-haired girl held her hands out to begin preparing for the spell.
<Omoretsia: Level 5> |
It did not take long for the bottom of the ceramic chamber pot to be covered as the clear stream continued to pour. The sound had changed to the splash of liquid making contact with liquid and a testament to just how much the poor girl had been containing in her body. Most of it traveled directly into the positioned pot, but flecks of urine and the occasional streak would run down her legs disobediently. Her bladder reveled in the freedom as it slowly began to contract to a more reasonable size, the bulge already beginning to diminish. With her hands and knees on the wooden floor, a similar buzz in Lysithea's head began to hum sparked by a new hunger. Her fingers curled into her palms as the pleasure coursed through her form once more.
"Yes." She craved, giving into the carnal call for submission to her body's needs. Lysithea let out a loud gasp, being overtaken by her prurient state of mind. She could smell the faint odor of her mess and perceive the lingering warm wetness in her leggings, yet her interest seemed to be elsewhere. The shame and filth of her accident seem to fade away to be addressed later. The white-haired girl's body finished emptying into the chamber pot as her abdomen were now sore and aching, yet more than ever she yearned for touch. The natural warmth of her body had easily outdone the chill of the empty library. Lysithea stayed on all fours for a moment, soaking in the pleasure and strangeness of her accident.
Pulling up her partially dry leggings and panties, the cold wet material now was uncomfortably clinging to parts of her skin. She lifted her head cautiously and carefully and backed up to soon be standing in front of the desk once again, slippers splashing in the small puddle below her. The young woman studied the purple book's pages realizing it had a different kind of potential as another stimulated groan snuck past her lips.
Lysithea once again sat in the librarian's chair, still damp for her misdeed, but ready to focus what little of her mind to see what else it had in store. She pulled the chair forward, the half-filled chamber pot still idly below her. The motion was meant to study, but her mind quickly wandered to the silent and mysterious instructor. The young girl idly stroked her collarbone with thoughts of them, the sensation already delightful.
"Byleth." Reason glazed over with a new fog. Traditionally she would think to their stern lectures and effective teaching, but now could only think of their emerald eyes setting on the fully grown woman of House Ordelia. And she could prove it to them she was ready for intimacy. The white-haired girl leaned forward on the table, thoughts completely infatuated with her mysterious professor.
As if clicked by a trigger, the same feeling as before rumbled within her body. The fluid again began to fill her bladder and stomach, but there was no more despair this time. She awaited the fullness. The fluid pooled quickly in her body, swelling to make her desperate in rapid succession. However, bad decisions would fall victim to the lustful need. She wanted to feel the strain of her muscles and that joyous unleash. If she did not move, again in mere seconds it would be too late to act.
"I. I could move.", there was a plain hesitation in her voice. Lysithea knew the dire situation her body begged her to address, but a powerful feeling somehow was easily able to override logistics. The dampness was impossible to ignore and only a precursory consequence to the battle her body was quickly losing. Despite being a powerful master of magics and Reason, the simple need to pee seemed to best her. The liquid had swelled within her immensely, tormenting her body with a seemingly new level of fullness she had never felt. With plain eye she could see the clear outline from the bulge of her bladder pressing against her clothes tightly. In awe, Lysithea reached out with her hands to lightly trace its outline with her fingers causing a new inviting warmth to stir within her.
The lines of pain and pleasure were becoming indistinct, enticing in a dangerous, yet alluring temptation. She felt two stark forces fighting inside; her muscles sorely holding the well of urine paired with an eager, salacious urge to give in and release it all. To flood her clothes, the chair, and bask in the bliss of a pure surrender.
"But. I should.", her breathing was punctuated with a large draw of breath, fighting the imminent longing. A fresh flow of urine crept past her control, warming Lysithea's legs and the soft, absorbent fabric of the chair. Her eyes eagerly surveyed the now visible stain marked on the chair below, equally confused by her excitement of its event. There was a part of her that struggled with the disgust and carelessness of her actions deeply buried, knowing the consequences of being found, but a vicious arousal deterred any sort of stopping.
"There is. There is the chamber pot." The words echoed in the library, unheard by any soul other than her own. The words came out as more of a statement as even her strong willpower was thawing to savage lust. What slight concern for humiliating herself and being discovered that nagged at her mind was silent now, this wasn't humiliating, it was pleasing.
"If. If I.", the words fumbled out as the student was now panting in ambitious anticipation of the flood that was about to occur and the strain of her muscles would relieve in its release. Lysithea's hot breath steamed lightly in the chilled library corridor with a raw and forceful lust. The struggle was openly coming to its eventuality as another burst of wetness sprayed onto the chair's fabric through her leggings, hardly hindered by the cloth covering her. A sharp shiver of delight coursed through the Yellow Deer student's body, every nerve demanding more regard. Seemingly with little control the young woman's hips buckled forward, giving a short, tender grind into the chair's soaked fabric. With a quick pressure applied, the now saturated fabric overflowed a few drops of excess over the edge of the chair accompanied by a soft squishing sound. The large circular patch of red cloth had turned to dark and incriminating evidence of the caster's losing battle. Although magically induced, there was still the faint smell of pee that her nose could identify. The smell did little to deter her.
Lysithea stifled a resonant moan as another arc of piss forced itself out of her body. The rewarming of her now undoubtedly dark peach panties sent her nerves on end, begging for more. Even with her lower muscles fully clenched, there was no more control. The white-haired girl eagerly ran her fingers delicately along her inner thighs, strangely delighted with their newfound wetness. A hungry and craving groan escaped her lips, only to be stifled in the compact library.
"Yes, yes, yes." Lysithea said out loud in forcible impatience, her body on the verge of spilling out every drop it held. The mage's chest was heaving in labored and lusty breaths, clinging to the now sweat-soaked cloth of her light blue sweater. Under normal circumstances the autumn chill would have her shivering, but her body felt sweltering by pure sensation and lust. Her wandering, deft fingers moved to the fabric of old red chair beneath her and intently rubbed its soaked fibers. While normal impartial to wetness, this roused a remarkable feeling of gratification.
Although bordering on numbness for how full she was, faintly Lysithea could feel control slip away. "I'm. I'm wetting myself." The words came with satisfaction and candor in their tone, as if the realization was only now dawning on her. A short and powerful spurt of pee jetted out, its hot release forcing its way through her underclothes onto the chair and her awaiting fingers. Her reddish eyes enthusiastically watched the dark wetness of the chair spread further and further, now creeping under her thighs and out of sight. The build-up was monumental and felt as a swelling warmth within her. |
The pulsing sensations were coursing through her body with an open fervor, causing her back to arch eagerly. In huge heaving breaths she panted as she reveled in the pleasure and bliss of the moment. She sat in a warm puddle of her own selfish doing. What was happening? She could stop, but there was no want of it.
Another unrestrained stream crept past her overworked muscles for a few seconds and now she found that the bottom of both legs were thoroughly soaked. A tickling warmth blossomed again, another spurt beyond her control. Lysithea's right hand went to clumsily pull off her light blue sweater and expose her chest to the crisp chill of the night, her hand shaking with greedy ambition. Although her body shuddered at the cool air running over her skin, her current state kept her well distracted. The sharp change in temperature caused the young woman to release another roused moan to echo loudly in the empty library, witness to no one. With little hesitation, using her pee-soaked hand she loosened her bra and tossed the hindering garment off to the side out of sight with little consideration. As if in a trance she ran her still wet hands over her breasts touching any skin they could find. Stroking. Caressing. Teasing. There was no disgust, only the needed touch in a passionate moment.
It had all become too much to bear and the boiling point had been reached.
After a long strain of savored torture, Lysithea's tensed muscles unwillingly gave in to the absolute and freeing surrender. The floodgates completely gave way. Lysithea's body could no longer hold the well of pee it was being subjected to and began to release with or without permission. A sharp spray erupted from her body paired with a heavy pant and lustful screech.
"I'm p...peeing. I c...can't stop it."
Unhindered, pee began flowing out of student of House Ordelia and quickly spilling over the now saturated fabric of the chair to splatter noisily on the wooden floor. Hardly with thought her hands wandered to feel the hot flow as it left her body, thrilled with the feeling of it between her fingers. The absurdity of the situation was lost on her as the spell's effects continued to cause every nerve to tremble and as a result the massive pool continuing to grow. Lysithea's hips once again began a slow grind into the sloshing pool on the red chair below her, the building pleasure quickly approaching climax.
"Yes, yes, please."
Normally prim and proper, at this vulnerable moment she was anything but. Half-naked, covered in her own pee, white hair plastered to her body in sweat and piss, and begging for the release her body craved to feel. There was a new dryness to her mouth as she continued to moan loudly, mouth open in desperation. Lysithea's hands awkwardly groped and explored what they could, craving to send her over the edge. The once massive balloon of a bladder was now feeling deflated, its contents nearly all spilled out messily onto the floor and drenching her own clothes. The young woman's vision was beginning to blur with the powerful sensations overtaking her body, muscles soon becoming rigid and taut in expectation. Lysithea screamed in a primal pleasure as the feeling erupted from every inch of her form, her mind flashing with a blinding gratification. Leaning forward her hands flew to grip the arms of the chair, nails harshly digging into its elegant carvings. There was a pure ecstasy running through her shuddering frame that felt disconnecting to the world.
The last of her pent up urine crept out of her body as she sat there, gasping fiercely from the return to reality. The glowing runes from before flashed in front of her face for a moment until withering into nothingness. The spell had ended. While the heat of longing kept her warm in the sharp chill it was now her surroundings became known. A residual bliss coursed through Lysithea's body, yet unsure of what to do next. She had to clean herself, the chair, the puddle, all of it was evidence to the misdeed. The spell's magic dissolved and as it left, there was an exhaustion in her body impossible to ignore. Wide awake and aware one moment, then within seconds an overpowering of urge to sleep with heavy eyelids. It was impossible to resist despite how much she knew it was a bad idea. Weariness won out as her eyes closed and within seconds drifting off to sleep and recover.
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Lysithea woke to a soft beam of light on her face. The young woman snapped awake in a panicked frenzy, dread filling her mind. Waking, she only found the soft and inviting cloth of her own bed. The confusion swarmed her mind, running through considerations it was a dream, a figment. She glanced down at the fresh nightclothes she was dressed in and Bernadette sleeping in the cot on the other side of the room. All seemed normal. Did she just imagine it? There was a strange and uncomfortable smell to the room that difficult to place.
Sitting up from her bed the white-haired mage spotted a small letter on the nightstand, clearly a new find. Fumbling with its seal she opened it to read:
"Lysithea,
I have so many questions and concerns for the state that I found you in and the mess you made, but... your safety is first and foremost.
You were breathing and unresponsive so I cleaned you up and brought you back to bed. As for the library I did... as best I could. I threw away that old chair and mopped. We are talking about this later whether you want to or not.
Concerned but still warmly,
Annette"
The fear had been realized. It did happen and that magic was incredibly potent and dangerous. It was hidden for a reason. The student of House Ordelia would need an assistant to tread much more carefully in the future.
Edited March 5, 2022 by Ion
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(Fictional)
So, you’ll never guess how bizarre my experience was telling my girlfriend Emilia my feelings.
So, we’re both girls and she was always talking about how much she liked this guy or that guy or who knows what. Yet, when push came to shove and said guys ever tried to make a move on her, she’d reject them without a blink. She’s beautiful you see, I mean you look at her and think she should go into modelling, and we know how competitive that is. To me she was my best friend, someone I really connected with. She is smart, cunning, beautiful, err… See, I had a crush on her for years at this point but we’d been friends since high school and I never heard her once mention being into girls unless it was in a fake sorta “girl crush celebrity crush” thing. I didn’t want to risk messing up our friendship since she’s probably not into girls. But, there were moments where I wondered if just maybe she felt the same. The glint in her eye when we’d be talking for hours, the way that she laughed at my jokes that no one else did. This story took place when we were both 19 and freshmen at the same University. And of course, here we were again, talking about-
“BOYS! am I right?” she said throwing her head back in laughter.
“He should just give it up” I laughed.
If you’re curious about how we look I’ll give you a quick description. My name’s Amanda, I’m 5’6, slim build, I have curly long blonde hair and a few small light freckles around my nose. I have light blue eyes and have been told I’m “crazy girly,” So that’s me lol. Amelia is about the same height as me, slim build, has gorgeous long brown hair that she curls the bottom of, light brown eyes, and is girly too but doesn’t wear dresses everyday like I do.
Anyways, back to the story.
Then the bell rang and it was time to go home. Amelia said she would come over to my place to study Chemistry together. She was quite a bit better at it than me so I of course was in. As we were about to leave the school Amelia stopped walking for a second.
“Actually, I’m just gonna run to the bathroom for a sec, all that lemonade went right through me."
It had been a pretty hot day earlier. We did indeed drink quite a lot of water and juice to stay hydrated. Now it was about 5:30p.m. and a nice cool breeze had picked up making the temperature rather perfect. I just stood outside the doors and enjoyed it.
A moment later Amelia returned, “darn, they’re being cleaned right now.”
“You could probably just go in anyways.” I said.
“It’s okay, I’ll wait till we’re at your place.” she said.
Funny enough, Amelia was a bit shy when it came down to it, so it’s not unlike her to not want to disturb someone just doing their job cleaning.
We began our 30 minute walk to my student residence. I lived in a small house I rented with 3 other students. They were all on exchange programs right now so I had the place to myself for a while.
After about 5 minutes of walking I noticed Amelia was sort of gripping the front of her shirt every so often and walking a little strange.
I’ve always fantasized about omorashi practically as long as I can remember. So I couldn’t help myself but wonder and asked.
“You alright?”
“Hmm?” she said.
“You’re just walking a little weirdly, did you hurt your foot or something?”
She laughed a little. “No no, honestly I just really need to pee. I didn’t realize how bad it was. Haven’t had to go this bad in forever.”
“We could go back if you’d like?” I offered (secretly hoping she’d say no).
“It’s fine, we’re already on our way. I can hold it.” she said.
We continued talking about our days at school, we took different courses so our schedules were completely different. I noticed that the more minutes that passed the more erratic her breathing became and she began to stutter just a little every so often. I couldn’t help but feel incredibly hot and aroused. I didn’t know what to do, I just wanted this moment to last longer and kept stealing glances at her trying not to make it obvious that I was pretty much staring.
I notice her inching her hands downwards as if trying to resist holding herself in front of me and people we were walking by. She was trying to act normal, how cute I thought.
About ten minutes from my place she stood still and crossed her legs suddenly and her face went a bit red. I turned and looked at her.
“You okay, Emilia?”
“Sorry, I just needed to cross my legs. Fuck, I need to go pee.” she said.
“We’re almost there” I said. I put my hand on her shoulder and gently stroked her arm. She looked up at me and I smiled at her.
She collected herself and took a deep breath. “Okay, I can make it," she said.
I was going crazy inside. I couldn’t help it, I basically loved this girl and here she was playing out my biggest fantasy. What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t clear my mind of all the things I wanted to do with her right now.
We walked even slower to try and make it easier for her moving her legs less. We got to my front porch after 10 minutes and she stood at the base of the three steps leading up to my front door.
“…just.. give me a sec.” she said. She bent over and took a couple more deep breaths. She stood up as straight as she could and walked very slowly up the steps and stood beside me.
All I wanted was for this to last longer, to pretend I forgot my keys maybe. But I also didn’t want her to be in discomfort longer than needed if she’s suffering or something.
I took out my keys and began fumbling with them to grab the right one. I looked at her and noticed she was holding herself bluntly now and bent over a bit staring at my hands as I put the key into the lock and turned it. She began to dance just a little on the spot and bent her head down as I opened the door. It was so fucking cute, I must have been red as well.
I was about to open the door when she did her best to stand up and looked right into my eyes and said.
“I really don’t know if I can make it inside Amanda,” she looked so sad. I could see tears welling up in her eyes just a little. And she was not one to cry, I mean barely ever have I seen her shed a tear in all these years.
“You can, it’s just a few more steps.” I said.
“I really can’t, if I move I think it’ll start coming out,” she said, her voice a little shaky.
I guess I really just couldn’t hold back after she said that.”
“Want me to help?” I asked. “You could lean on me or something.” (I really was wishing I could help in another way though.)
She looked at me with her big brown eyes and gave me a little nod.
I just stood there for a second. Mesmerized. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The girl I was helplessly in love with standing in front of me, looking right into my eyes, desperate and unable to hold it in well enough to walk. I seriously couldn’t move either for that moment, it was a bit of a long moment though so she eventually began to look a little puzzled at me while beginning to dance just a little again.
“Amanda?” She asked.
“Sorry- I just uhhh…” I put my hand out slowly on her shoulder again and gently stroked down her arm to her hand. I noticed her face go redder.
She crossed her legs together tightly and took my hand into hers and held it firmly. She looked at me with a pained glance.
And that was all I could take. I walked right up to her and looked into her eyes and began moving in slowly to kiss her. Really slowly to see if she’d pull back or try to stop me. But instead she closed her eyes and moved in and kissed me right then. She gripped my hand even tighter and we began kissing passionately and I put my hand around her back and held gently onto her hair as we kept kissing. I noticed her body moving a bit erratically as we kissed and wondered how she was doing with that situation still. I tried to look down out of the corner of my eye and noticed her legs shaking a little and her free hand holding herself tightly digging her fingers right in to her jeans to hold on.
I pulled back for a moment and without saying anything I opened the door and helped her step inside and closed the door behind us. I turned around to see her still standing right by me, unable to move from holding herself and crossing her legs. Even so, she was still staring at me smiling a little and took one hand to pull me back to her.
I placed my hands on her shoulders and turned her slightly so her back was facing the wall. Then I led her backwards and pressed her against it. I looked at her and began kissing her again suddenly and moved my right hand off her shoulder and moved it slowly down her side and over her butt and rested it there for a moment. God her body is hot. I felt back up and squeezed her boob. She let out a slight moan. My hand wondered right to her crotch where her other hand was holding firmly. I began to try and put my hand under hers and heard her whimper a little with concern. I looked at her and once my hand was under hers I held her as firmly as she had been. She breathed out in relief and I saw her relax just a little with my help.
This was all so surreal, I could not believe it was happening.
I began rubbing my hand slowly up and down and she began moaning so softly into my ear. I used my other hand to unbutton her jeans and zip them down. She moaned out louder as my finger unzipping the zipper went over and pressed her bladder softly.
I looked at her. “Can I take these off?”
She nodded and I could tell she was bracing herself and I took my hand away from holding her crotch. I then quickly pulled her jeans down over her hips and slid them down to her ankles where she slowly and carefully stepped out of them.
I quickly opened the sofa bed just a few feet away and led her slowly over to it. She held onto herself the whole time and sat down on the sofa. I got on top of it beside her and gently laid her backwards and she shifted up so she was completely on it lying down now. Still holding herself and whimpering just a little. I could tell she was in a lot of discomfort.
I laid beside her and put one arm under her head, holding her to me slightly. I then stroked down her body with my other hand and lightly over her bladder. She winced. I tried to move her hand away from her crotch but she wouldn’t let go.
“I’m going to wet myself if I do that…” she said worriedly.
I began to kiss her again and as I did slowly maneuvered my hand under her holding her firmly again at first but as we continued kissing I very slowly reduced my firm hold and began stroking her over her panties. For a moment she seemed to give in and started kissing me harder and moaning louder. Then she suddenly squeezed her legs together tightly and I felt the smallest damp spot on her panties. She pulled back.
“I’m sorry, I can’t hold it if you do that.”
“It’s okay, just relax.” I said, seeing the pained expression on her face. I doubt it was easy for her to stop herself there, it probably hurt a little.
I kissed her again and gently tried spreading her legs. She wasn’t moving them at first and I started to just press on her clit and stroke her with her legs closed. She was shaking just a little and moaning as she put her hand around my back and dug her nails in a little.
I then put my hand under her panties gently, avoiding her bladder, and tried to move my fingers down.
She moaned louder and opened her legs finally to allow my hand to touch directly on her clit. I began rubbing it and she gasped. She clenched her legs together.
I whispered “It’s okay, relax Amelia.” as I used my arm to press on her bladder a little.
She dug her nails harder into my back.
“-but…”
I pressed harder on her bladder and pushed at her legs with my hand. She opened them and I immediately started stroking her clit fast and with more pressure.
I felt her body tense fiercely under me as she moaned out. I cut her moan short as I kissed her hard and I felt her body relax under me as she released her nails from my back. I felt it right away, she started peeing right on my hand as I continued stroking her. She pulled away from my kiss and started moaning so loudly and smiling with relief. I kept rubbing her clit as I felt her stream strong against my fingers and not seeming to ever end. When she finally stopped peeing, she continued moaning and I kept up my pace. She held onto the bed with both her hands and dug in her fingers.
“I’m cumming!” she said. I saw her stomach clench and relax as she moaned out so loud I thought the neighbours might hear. I just stared at her as she orgasmed, I couldn’t help it.
I stop and leaned in, kissing her once more. We lay there in silence for a moment.
“What just happened?” she finally said, smiling and laughing a little.
“Well, I’d been meaning to tell you…” I said, laughing myself.
“I kinda guessed. I feel the same way about you, I just suck at saying anything,” she smiled.
And that’s how we found out we liked each other. We’ve had many more amazing experiences together since and we’re still together. Funny enough, she later told me she had never had a pee fetish before but that day had changed everything for her.
*note: I didn't really proof read this so hopefully the grammar is okay. If you have any story requests let me know! Any feedback is appreciated, lmk what you think of this story ^.^
Edited December 15, 2021 by AmyChristy
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As someone living in a farmhouse with seventeen people, Lilly had little to no privacy. The outhouse even had two holes next to each other. Her housemates knew how much she resented her lack of privacy, so they let her have the only room with a lock. It allowed the shy girl enough comfort to sleep in the nude.
She pulled off her clothes one night, annoyed by her two unsuccessful bathroom trips. There was only one person she's comfortable with sharing that toilet with and it was Gladys. A solitary visit is a rare privelege.
A dull ache sat above her vagina as she drifted off to sleep, waking up early the next morning with a tight, urgent need to piss. Loud talking and clattering was going on underneath her on the first floor. Hopefully it wouldn't be too much trouble to slip discreetly to the outhouse.
She rushed out of bed and threw a sundress over her naked body, not bothering with any undergarments. She went stiffly but hurriedly down the steps and through the middle of the house, passing through the kitchen where everyone was congregated on her way to the backdoor.
"Morning, Lilly," a few of them greeted.
"Morning," she replied.
"Want some eggs?" Gladys asked, frying some at the stove.
Lilly stopped for a second to answer. "Uhh, sure," she said, stepping side to side before walking away again.
"How do you want 'em cooked?"
"Scrambled!" she called as she rushed out the door. Drat, she thought. I wanted them fried.
The outhouse was in sight. Her full bladder intensely complained and contracted intermittedly during the long walk over to it.
She thought she could smell something foul as she approached it, but it being a toilet and all it didn't hit her right away. She swung opened the door, exposing her housemate Carly sitting on the right toilet.
"Hey, Lilly!" she greeted cheerfully.
"S-sorry!" she spun around and slammed rhe door, her face turning hot and pink.
"Oh come on, are you still not over it?" she heard her friend call as she hurried back to the house.
Her eggs were already cooling at the table for her when she walked in, having been badly burnt, "Thanks, Gladys," Lilly said begrudgingly, gingerly sitting down and crossing her legs tight.
"Don't mention it," she said, sitting beside her. They ate and talked, her need to pee only increasing. At one point, Carly came in through the backdoor and said "it's all yours, dude."
Despite it being unclear who she was talking to, Lilly still turned pink at the encounter and refrained from going right away, lest she make it obvious who was waiting for the toilet.
Later, she was helping Gladys wash the dishes by the water pump outside. Urine threatened to squirt out of her pussy every time Lilly pushed on the lever, tortured by the sight and sound of liquid streaming out of the pipe and into the bason. Luckily, her friend's attention was diverted, so she was able to discreetly squirm on the spot, but it wasn't as much as she wanted to do.
Lilly had to piss so badly her legs started trembling. Her lack of underwear made it even harder to keep retaining her bulging bladder.
"Could you pump it a few more times?" Gladys asked politely. She hadn't even realized she stopped.
"Oh, y-yeah..." She clenched her muscles as she resumed pumping the lever, the exertion keeping her on the verge of pissing.
The post-breakfast bathroom trip was a popular one. Even after the dishes were cleaned, Lilly knew she wouldn't be the only one waiting for the toilet.
She went up to her room, squeezing her vagina as soon as the door closed behind her. It was hard to think about anything other than her burning urge to urinate. She grimaced miserably as she paced around the room, holding herself freely. She put her leg over the footboard of the bed and lowered her naked crotch against the smooth wood, gyrating her hips and scooting into it. This wasn't the first time her shyness resulted in something like this, and she'd resorted to strange things to help relieve pressure. She was just lucky it was number one this time.
Time went on and on and her bladder only filled. Laying curled up in the bed, one hand gripping the blanket and the other gripping herself, she attempted to gauge her desperation. It was bad. She'd consider it an emergency, but she could probably compose herself enough if she got roped into a conversation. Probably.
She sat up, holding, rubbing, and tapping her bare pussy under her dress, moving her butt around. Running to the window and peeking out, she could see one of her housemates popping a squat in the woods next to the outhouse while a couple of others stood around her squirming. Apparently, someone was taking a long time.
She stepped around in place as she looked out, then ducked out of sight of the window so she could hold herself again. She collapsed onto the bed into a fetal position as she resumed the waiting game.
...
Constant writhing started to feel like it wasn't enough to comfort her almost unbearable urge to urinate. She was worried about having to go through the house, but at this point there was nothing she could do about it.
Sitting up and rubbing circles around her peehole, she felt the hot, tiny spurt on her fingers when it came out. She winced and squeezed herself tight, clenching her muscles. The poor girl felt like she was about to explode.
She leapt out of bed and ran to the window, hopping around and holding herself desperately. There appeared to only be one person waiting for the toilets and it looked like Gladys. She bolted to the door, stopping in her tracks to squeeze herself, lifting her leg and pressing her thighs together before forcing herself upright to leave the room.
Every step was a throb in her bursting bladder. She didn't even want to be standing up straight. As she stepped down onto the top step, a hot spurt of urine gushed out of her for a second, streaking down her legs. A few more steps made a much harder spurt that made a spot on the front of her dress and a few big drops on the ground under her.
She didn't even lock the door when she bolted back in there, running in place and holding herself as she yanked her drawer open and pulled out a pair of panties. She spurted again while she was using them to wipe streaks of urine off her thighs, then jumped into them and rushed down the stairs, leaking a couple of times on the way down and saturating the crotch a bit more.
She stood crossing her legs and holding herself at the foot of the stairs, bracing herself to walk as casual as she could be past the populated living area and through the kitchen.
Lilly was straining as she walked stiff as a board past three of her housemates talking around the kitchen table.
"Lilly, where've you been?" asked Carly, "I haven't seen you since breakfast."
"Been in my room!" she replied, rushing out the door. She stumbled down the steps as she spurted again, urine oversaturating her underwear and dripping down her thighs. Her bladder was about to explode. Hoping nobody could see, she pressed her fingers into her crotch as she desperately speed-walked to the outhouse. She looked up and forced her hands to her sides, seeing on of her housemates heading the opposite way.
"Hey, Lil," she greeted.
"Hey," she replied as casually as she could, feeling herself dribbling with every step. She stifled her leaking peehole with her hands as soon as they passed.
Lilly's bladder was so full it hurt. The poor girl felt like she was going to pop. As she came up on the outhouse, urine started uncontrollably squirting out of her. She stopped dead in her tracks as she frantically crossed her legs and gripped her crotch, liquid spurting from between her fingers for a solid few seconds before she was able to stem it. The discomfort was agonizing. She winced and stood frozen as a statue, pee dripping through her completely soaked underwear and streaking down her legs.
"Are you okay?" she heard from in front of her, startling her out of her skin, a bit of pee leaking out as it happened. It was Gladys.
"Y-yes!" she said, trembling in desperation.
"Oh, Lilly, I hate it when you hold it like this. Come on, there's nobody over here."
She shook her wet hands at her sides and hurriedly hobbled over, bent over a bit so she didn't crush her bulging bladder. Gladys held the door open for her. Ten steps away, she started pissing, suddenly bolting to the outhouse, urine running down her legs and dripping onto the grass. As soon as she was on the other side of it, out of sight from the house, she hiked her dress up and spread her legs, her piss stream strong enough to jet through the crotch of her soggy underwear.
"O-oh my god!" she moaned breathlessly.
"I think someone's coming down here," Gladys said.
Startled, Lily clenched her muscles to bust into the outhouse and jump onto the toilet in one frantic motion, already gushing pee again before her butt touched the seat. She pulled her soiled panties down her thighs as she sat there and exploded, liquid loudly splattering into the basin below. "Can you see I peed myself?" she whispered to Gladys, who was standing in the open doorway.
"A little. They're still a ways away anyway, I'm sure you'll be finished by the time they're here."
She wasn't. It seemed like her piss was going to go on forever. Her tight, bulging bladder slowly deflated as her stream went on and on. Gladys stepped away, muttering something to whoever was coming over.
Carly's muffled voice said "I know how she is, but I gotta poop, dude." Lilly jumped and clenched her peehole closed as the door busted open. "Hey," she said as she dropped her jeans and sat down next to Lilly.
"H-hey," she said, turning pink and looking away, hiding her wet underwear with her hands. Her friend's pee could be heard hissing and splattering.
Lilly started dribbling. Gradually, it grew to a strong, gushing jet, and she was finally able to completely empty her aching bladder despite being right next to someone.
Carly farted. Lilly hurriedly grabbed some toilet paper, unable to look in her friend's general direction. Her face was beet red. She emitted another fart and a watery plop was audible. Lilly yanked her underwear up and rushed out. "I'm so proud of you!" Carly jeered at her as she left. |
Faylee open her eyes. She slowly sits up, she's right now on the ground. She looks around, and there is a lot of people laying on the ground sleeping, but most of them wakes up at the same time as she does. All of them are in a tight fitting white shirt and clear gray leggings. Boys P's and girls slit and breasts are not hidden by the clothes, they are even more alluring or appealing that they would in common clothes. There is also some boys that have a cunt and some girls that have a P too, of course, and in fact some of the beings aren't boy or girl even, but they are still here and in tight clothes, nonetheless.
"Hello, what's your name?" A blond girl near her asks.
"I'm Faylee. And you?" She replies.
"I'm Akira." She answers. "Do you know why we are here for?"
"No. But it is really scary tho." Faylee replies, trying to tie correctly her wandering red hairs.
Suddenly a door opens, in two parts like in a spaceship lock or something, it looks futuristic and modern. Some figures in armored suits like space soldiers of some sort walks, and the one of the five that are here wears unlike the others that are white, a black helmet that looks terrifying, but at the same time it looks like a black hole, not invisible but really deforming the light coming behind it and looking like a bulb, an effect that don't seems out of context with the soldiers and the door, altho the people are truly scared of it.
The time passes slowly, the soldiers watch the people's surprise and fearfulness.
"What are we here for?" Someone tries to shout at them.
The soldiers look right a him, it's a black plumb guy, in a nerdy shirt.
"You don't have the scoring to get that reply for now." A shady voice replies inside the black helmet, in deformed and shatter robotic tone.
The silence gets back and scares them all.
"What are we going to do?" Faylee subtly asks to Akira.
"I guess they would have killed us if they wanted to." She thinks out loud.
They look at the soldiers again.
"Would you hurt us?" Akira shouts.
"That is not the objective of the program." The dark voice replies.
"You don't have right to do a thing with us! Bunch of crooks, it is outlawed anything of what you have done to us by far already!" Someone else disproves and gets angry.
The hidden figure brings a wand from their back, and point it at the young woman, and the next instant, she is magically lifted up and brought close to the soldiers, then the black helmet does a movement with their arm to put her back on her feet.
The crowd is scared of what is going to happen to her.
"You have deserved a punishment." The darklord says.
"No I'm sorry I-" She panics.
The second after the voice spoke they point on her their wand again, a ray sound is hearable, and suddenly her gray leggings starts to get wet from her crotch, her legs get small wet stripes from her private parts and the patch grows more and more. It stop soons after it started, but just enough for everyone of the crowd to have seen what she done.
The woman looks down, still unsure about her senses, but she felt it right, her thighs are wet, she gone herself, when everyone is staring a her. She becomes red and feels incredibly humiliated, and starts crying like a kid.
Every people are quiet, they have been scared of what could happen to her, then they are comforted that she is okay, but they really wouldn't like to be at her place right now.
"I-" She cries, someone in the crowd do like a wow sound or something then she gets angry a bit. "It's not me!! I'm toilet trained!!!" She blushes, and turn at the soldiers. "That is ugly!!" She adds, speaking about what she had been made done.
"I wouldn't had thought you would ask for more smites." The dark helmet says.
They point on her their wand once more, and a ray sound is hearable.
"Your pelvic muscles fitness have been reduced by 50%." The voice adds.
"No, please! I'm sorry!! I don't mean it!!!" She cries.
The black helmet use their wand to lift the woman and place back where she were. After a little silence, no one interfere with the scene, and the dark helmet takes the voice again.
"You are all here for a reason. You can't know why yet. But an advice I would told to you is that you better comply, unless you wanna be humiliated like her." The dark voice explains.
The dark helmet strikes the ground with their wand and all people's clothes disappear in a instant. Everyone covers their private parts, altho some don't care at all.
Then they do again, and everyone's clothes are back again. The woman that have been punish still have her wet leggings, so the clothes are the same changed. Faylee and Akira didn't had time to look at themselves, otherwise they would be quite red by now.
"This is only dusts of what I am capable to do. If you're wandering about your consent, well now you may ask yourself why you accepted already. Some of you received a strange mail. Some a letter. Some a direct well-clear-to-be-read contract, and aren't unhappy to be here. But you all agreed to be. Everything that will or could happen here were not hidden. But like everyone you just don't care about terms and conditions of use. So what ever product you drank or eaten, your felt asleep and your position was shown to us by a plotter, you have consumed the contract and now everything is going to be done. You will know why. But after the program."
Everyone feels stupid. They may should have be more cautious of what they are doing with products and stuff. Faylee is scared to provoke the soldiers, but she burns to have more precisions.
"But what if we don't complain in long term? I mean I will submit myself of course but if I had made a friend here and they happen to be bad behaving would they be hurt?" She asks.
The dark helmet draws their wand right at her, but nothing happens actually. She feels like the dark helmet is opening her mind like we open a book, to see if she is honest, but the spacesoldier only finds in her genuine curiosity and fearness.
"The traits of your soul are not mixable with these kind of people anyways. Don't worry Faylee, you will be certainly one of the less scoundrels."
She sighs quietly in relief that nothing bad happen for her, and mostly not surprised that they know her name already. Akira looks at her, and she hugs her.
"Thank you." She says after receiving the sweet hug. "I really needed this, it is really scary."
"Let's stay friends okay? It would be better for us." She answer.
Faylee nods yes. Then they focus on the space suits again.
"Now we need you to make separated groups. Those who thinks they are fit and can fight well, you go with Mars." The dark voice order.
A soldier with a sword on their bust walks sparse from the rest of the soldiers. Some people shyly walks and emerge around them, close to the soldier.
"Those who thinks they are good merchants and traders, you go with Hermes." The dark helmet continues.
A soldier with a flower on their chest form a group with some of the crowd. Faylee and Akira glance at eachother, but they read in their eyes they won't go there too.
"Those who thinks they are smart, you go with Athena."
The process repeats, a group of people form a team with a soldier, this one have a tower icon. Faylee looks at Akira, and she knows she's that type, but she wouldn't like to be separated from her new friend. She looks at her a bit sad and sorry.
"It's nice! I'm smart too!" Akira smiles at her at her surprise.
"What really?" Faylee asks.
"Yes. Why? I don't look like a nerd, huh?" She smirks.
Faylee blushes, and Akira giggles. They get to the group of people in front of the strategy solider.
"Those who likes to create and produce weapons, you go with Hephaestus." The dark voice ends.
The last soldier have a hammer on their chest. The four groups start to walks following the corresponding space soldier, and our two friends do the same and stay in the movement.
"Don't ever forget I see everything, I feel everything, I hear everything, and I know everything. You better not try to lie to me in anyway. The punishment of your dues will be tremendous." They warn the crowd.
After a walking, Faylee and Akira finds themselves in a office area filled with desks. The solder let them here, and close the door, then they sit on a chair in a survey room, that have a glass that show everything happens in the office room. The soldier press a button, and a counter appears on a screen, with red digital number on a black plane. Aside of it there is the sentence "Time before bathroom break:" and the time is 1:59:58 and lowering, means there is two hours before a break, which leads to meaning that they can't leave the room before the time is finished. The computers of the desks turn on, and some colors appears.
"Well, I hope you won't need to go too soon then!" Akira says a bit afraid. "I know I will."
"No it's okay, maybe we can be fast and finish before the time is up. They will certainly let us a free time after that." She wanders.
"I hope so, you're making me having expectations, let's think you said right..." She confess.
They come by the desk and look at the computer's screens, there is a game with soldiers and alien giant spiderish-scarabs, attacking a base and some troops.
Faylee, strongly attracted to that type of games, grabs the chair and sit in front of an office, eager to know what the space people wants from them. She get her hand on the mouse and the keyboard, and with the arrows she slides the camera around the map.
Akira sits, a bit reluctant, not specially attracted to games in general and even more hard games like RTS where only the meta of the game is important and she can't construct enough economy buildings like a city builder she would prefer. They look around the map, and see there is two sides, crossed by a river, the further side of the map is mountainous and the closer is desertic, when they zoom in they can see the tiny units and the huge size of the game.
"What do we have to do?" Akira asks. "I don't understand a thing."
"Find the base and produce units." Faylee replies.
"How to even do that?" She asks clueless.
"Press shift." She answer.
Akira press a tile of the keyboard and a cyan/light blue base is now at the center of the screen and a spaceship flying over it. Faylee on her side, finds that on the edge of the screen there is a counter of roughly 2 hours 30 minutes with the name of "The Hive Anger", lowering slowly, and nearby there is names of players. "Computer 1", "Computer 2", all that up to the 8 desks there is in the place. She controls herself navy blue units, and that they are all in the same team.
"Okay I know what game it is like, it looks quite original to me but the UI is inspiring me confidence, the game looks like Zero-k and Airmech Strike, I know exactly what to do to win." She explains.
"Alright, let's try that. I would not like to end like the girl that wet her leggings." She says.
"I don't think we would be punish if we lose, but we can't know, still a great idea to try our best." She explains.
She select her leader and see its UI, like many games she knows, there is actions, but also the leader can construct on its own. She place a light archer aside of her command center, and after a few seconds, the archer tower is finished. If she would describe it looks a bit like a medieval setup, players start from hunter-gatherers to spacesuited infantry, with archers, tanks, all stuff of human's history. She look at the resources and the fast movements her leader does when she input on her keyboard, and she understand the game is a clever mix between small tactical skirmish battles and global ordering of gigantic armies.
"What do I do?" Akira asks.
"When you press shift you switch from RTS view to hero-centered camera, you can order units to follow you and get with them to the battlefields." She explains.
She grabs a few group of units and get with them exploring the area, but soon enough she see the tanks and rovers are slowed by the sand in the desertic area she comes across. She decides to try to avoid it and follow along the river. She finds the base of AVA on the bridge of the river, a central AI that is colored in red, made of futuristic robots, and is defending itself against aliens.
"I request help on sector F5!" The AI send in the chat.
After some minutes she finds out that the AI have been made to have pre done messages, when she hits ctrl, a fast call wheel system appears, with that she can ask for defense, help, attack, supply, and everything needed for cooperation. On the top of the User Interface there is the global battle progress, and since they started playing the game it got from 44-56 to 37-63. There is also when she wander her cursor on the bar a strong description of the battle status: numbers of units price used, lost, destroyed, every detail is there. The numbers says she have done 39% of her team's war effort, AVA is 43% and the rest of the 7 others share the 18 lasting percentage, most of them around 2.5 and Akira at 3.
She can't stand the pressure of the frontline alone with AVA anymore, and she gets up.
"Okay everyone I know how to win this! Just listen to me and we can still win this battle!" She shout.
"Why would you know better than me? You're a girl!" A nerdy guy with dirty hairs says.
"Well look at my K/D then." She smiles. "You can be sexist if you want, but anyways you're pathetic at the game. So shut your mouth."
She zoom out and look at the map.
"We need to gather more pressure at the front line via the road. Someone can take initiative to build boats and someone else make more ranged units, so we can stay back a bit, I won't hold much longer alone here." She orders.
She can click a key and draws on the map, the plans of her actions. She gets back to her base, and when she select her units, she is amazed.
They can hold multiple items in their inventory of 3 slots, they can construct structures and change the terrain shape with axes or pickaxes. She also discovered that when trees' leaves disappear, they have a small chance to drop a sapling behind them, that is possible to plant and obtain a new tree again after a time. Time passes and there is a daylight cycle. She can also plant crops.
She glance at the status bar and it is barely holding in place, meaning their team is still flimsy, or lost too many power/time being inefficient early game. She still manage to make her 1800's infantry gunners and canons to survive against the endless waves of aliens, surely helped and healed by AVA, so she hopes the point of end is not reached already.
Suddenly, the road in middle of the sector C4 explodes, and a flow of the insectoid aliens get out of the hole. She almost instantly feel the change as the frontline is barely supplied by now.
"Well, I thought we were not behind the point of no return, but look like the game it set already." She says glancing at Akira.
"Don't don't say that, the game is not finished yet!" She tries to stay confident.
Akira tries to build a wall to protect the bridge from the tarantula of the river, while some scarab flies directly on the bridge and attack them.
"I would like help Faylee!" She says a bit overloaded by the pressure of the frontline.
Akira clenches her legs together and wiggles them, she don't actually realize as she is strongly concentrated on the game but she does have to pee. The stress of the situation is a bit accelerating her bladder fillment, and it's not like she is the strongest when it comes to capacity at the first place. Faylee needs to go a bit too, but less than her.
"I'm here!" She comforts her.
She observe her soldiers wearing elytras and landing right by her side, switching to their rifle and shoot at the monsters that explodes on the attacks.
"Thank you!" She replies.
Faylee wander on the map and tries to understand how the monsters could seize the point after the bridge without going by the frontline. After a moment studying how the camera works she find that there is a level, the ground is not a plane, she seen it could be edited at its surface but now she can enter the hole of where the monsters came from, and see that the came is in 3 dimensions, she can lead the free camera inside the cave a bit but the fog of war retrain her sight. She decides to send an expedition after researching the oil prospector, to sense the gallery the enemy made.
She lead well an army helped by some other players while Akira and some of the rest of players tries to stand on their own at the surface.
Then Akira touch her shoulder, which makes her get out of the game for a bit.
"What?" She asks to Akira's red blushing face.
"I really really gotta go now..." She says. "I have to pee so bad..." She confess to her friend.
"Oh no..." She looks at the clock, it is only 30 minutes from the end. "You almost made it yet... But if you can't hold it anymore, I guess you should just let go." She advices her.
"Yes, I really would like to, but we are not able to take the bathroom break already." She says.
"Indeed, just go yourself right now." She tells her.
"What? No! I don't wanna be all wet. And mess the furnitures also." She denies.
"What are you scared of, just get off you leggings a bit, pee your chair or on the floor, no one will know, and it's a plastic chair and the false flooring."
She tap on the ground with a feet. The material is linoleum wood pattern flooring, she knows that because her shoes do less noises than on actual wood.
"Well. I don't think I would hold it any much longer anyway." She admit.
"Wait, I've seen a water dispenser over there, I can help you pee in a cup if you wanna." She proposes.
"You would do that for me?" Akira is surprise.
"Yes. It's not much. In fact, it arouses me a lot." Confess Faylee.
"Oh I see. Now that you mention it it gets me going too." She smirks. "I'm your pee pet so, huh?" She giggles.
"Shhh!" She puts a finger on her mouth. "We wouldn't want the headmaster to know we can't be punished!" She says quietly.
"But we can still tho. It would be humiliating to be wet in front of everyone." She is afraid of that.
"Well, it slightly turns me on to be forced to wet in front of everyone like how they did to the girl early, I have something that is called a pee fetish, I like every things around it, wetting, holding, stuff, but really don't talk to anyone about it okay? The dark being is certainly gonna find a way to hurt me if they know and I don't want that, I'll act like I'm humiliated whenever they would punish me so I'm not actually feeling bad. You would keep me my secret right?" She asks.
"Yes, of course. And you will help my pee-needing-self to find a way to relieve me." Akira says.
"Deal." Faylee replies with a smiles. |
Summary: Stepsiblings Zoe and Sebastian are on a long road trip. When Zoe has too much to drink, Sebastian decides to offer his assistance.
Gas station icees were a bit of a kryptonite for Zoe. Any combination of ice and syrup really was a go to, especially on a road trip. Who doesn’t love blue raspberry? Although Cherry is a safe second choice. The way it turns her tongue red compliments the curly ginger hair that bounces just past her shoulders and the freckles that pepper her cheeks. Red feels… flirtier. She knows that when she buys it, feels a prickle of shame heat her cheeks when she takes the drink back out to the minivan and slides into the backseat.
Flirty shouldn’t be even remotely on her mind when she’s in the middle of a twelve hour road trip with her stepfamily. Sure, Dad is here, but he’s in his own world with Cynthia (a picture perfect stepmother though Zoe could really take her or leave her), so he’s no distraction. The issue is Sebastian. Well, it’s not really an issue per se. It can’t be an issue if she pretends she isn’t feeling a squirmy kind of attraction to the son of her dad’s second wife. That’s not like an actual brother, she tells herself over and over, but it doesn’t stop the twinge of guilt she feels when he makes her heart beat fast.
She was seventeen when her dad remarried and the new wife came with a kid of her own. Sebastian is her same age, both nineteen now and home from college for Christmas — thus the roadtrip to Colorado for the holiday. Did they have to pick such a romantic family
vacation? A cabin with a fireplace isn’t the easiest place to keep her mind from wandering.
She never thought attraction would be an issue when her dad brought her to meet him for the first time. Zoe pictured a zit-faced teenage boy who would probably interrupt her all the time and be at least sixty percent an asshole, but Sebastian was… softer? He was nice. He was tall and thin and told her how he likes to read, what video games he plays, and they actually had a lot in common. She likes that he paints his nails black, that he wears a little eyeliner, that he’s into fashion enough to actually dress cute, and that he’s actually a bit feminine. He was different.
They’ve spent just enough time together to be good friends, but not nearly enough to feel like siblings. It makes it even harder to quell the way her heart thumps when he cocks an eyebrow from the seat right beside her.
“That thing is giant,” he says with a glance at the icee before turning back to the video game in his hands, leaning back in the seat and button-mashing to his heart’s content. They’re both seated in the back row out of three in the car, providing a decent barrier between them and their parents who have just finished fueling up and will probably spend the next three hours lost in singing show tunes or some terrible talk radio. It feels weirdly… private. “You’re gonna have to pee a million times.”
“No I won’t, it’s fine,” she says, taking a long sip of the cherry flavored slush before setting it in a cup holder and getting comfortable for the ride. Her skirt rides up to her upper thighs when she sits so she tugs it down a little in a show of modesty and buckles the seatbelt.
Sebastian pops his earbuds in and Zoe tries not to be disappointed about being ignored, choosing instead to put her headphones on and sip her drink for the next hour or so on the road.
She wasn’t lying when she said her bladder wouldn’t be an issue. She doesn’t get desperate often or easily and she’s definitely no stranger to a Big Gulp on the road, but maybe the ice or her nerves being in a back seat with Sebastian are weakening her tolerance.
An hour goes by and she feels that her bladder is filling, but she can hold it for a while before getting uncomfortable.
Another thirty minutes and she is uncomfortable. Sebastian took his earbuds out and put his game away a little bit ago, gazing half asleep out the window. It makes it hard to squirm subtly.
Zoe would just ask for a rest stop, she isn’t too shy not to, but they’re on a long country highway, far from any rest areas. Stopping will mean having to pee on the side of the road or wandering into the creepy roadside woods to do it. One of those options is way too embarrassing with her step brother right here and the other is too creepy (and she is not going to get bitten by ticks just for modesty).
She tries to distract herself with her phone, but eventually she has thighs clamped together hard, trying to fight off little waves of desperation. Right when Zoe feels she’s got it under control, the car hits a pothole hard and she gasps, instinctually thrusting a hand between her legs to hold herself.
“You good?” Sebastian frowns, half teasing, half actually seeming concerned.
“I’m fine,” she says with a guilty glance towards the empty icee cup.
“You have to pee,” he laughs. “I told you. Ask your dad to pull over.”
A quick glance to the driver’s seat gives all the information Zoe needs to know they won’t be stopping any time soon — him and Cynthia have put an audiobook on. They’re doomed. “There’s no bathroom.”
“Just go in the grass.”
“Dude, I’m not like you. I can’t just whip it out and I don’t want to get ticks or some other weird bug bite.”
Sebastian shrugs his shoulders, but he doesn’t seem to be shifting his attention away from the present situation. If anything, he seems a little too attentive to it. “What’re you gonna do then?”
“I’m just gonna hold it.”
“You can’t hold it that long.” He rolls his eyes. “Are you just embarrassed? I can ask him to stop.”
“I’m not going outside,” she blushes, one hand still stuffed under her skirt, pressing hard against her pussy through thin pink panties. Fuck, she’s been talking to Sebastian this whole time with her hand like this. “Don’t say anything.”
“I won’t, but you seriously look like you’re gonna burst.” He glances towards the large empty cup that’s put Zoe in her current predicament. “There, just go in that.”
“What?!” She hisses, face going bright red at the thought of not just peeing in a cup, but doing it in front of him. “No way.”
“Why? It’s big enough.”
Her heart pounds. Why does it seem like he wants her to do that in front of him? She’s glad the sound of the road and the book in the speakers are keeping their conversation from being overheard right now because something suddenly feels much more… inappropriate. Is she throbbing a little between her legs because she’s desperate to relieve herself or because she’s excited that Sebastian is technically trying to goad her out of her panties?
“That’s so gross, where would we even put it after?”
“Put the lid on, tie it in a plastic bag, throw it out when we stop,” Sebastian says like the solution is perfectly obvious and entirely reasonable, but then he looks at her and his expression is soft with that little hint of genuine worry. “If you have to go, don’t hurt yourself, okay? For real, you can hurt your kidneys and stuff.”
“I…” Zoe feels her cheeks burning red. The offer is a little tempting. She has to go so fucking bad now and on top of that, she’s curious to see if Sebastian would look away or if he would try and sneak a peek at her while she peed. “I can’t pee in a cup. That’s too embarrassing.”
“I wouldn’t tell anyone.” He shrugs his shoulders. “But suit yourself.”
Zoe lets out a little huff and squirms again, parting her thighs so she can put her second hand between her legs and squeeze tight. They’re already talking about her openly pissing in front of him, so she can handle holding herself at least. It’s embarrassing, but it’s helping her hold on.
She shifts her gaze out the window and tries to find anything to distract her from how desperate she’s becoming, but there’s nothing but the same old pine trees lining the road, not even an animal in sight. She winces hard when another desperate wave hits her and the car rolls over a bump in the road at the worst moment.
She feels a trickle leak out, making her panties warm and damp in a small spot, but it makes it a million times harder to stop herself from letting go of more once she feels that wetness. “Fuck,” Zoe says under her breath.
“You good?”
“I… I just went a tiny bit.” She swallows hard and feels her hands tremble slightly against her damp panties. “Look, can you just… do you have a phone signal? Look up life hacks for holding your pee or something.”
“I have a signal,” he chuckles a little as he pulls his phone from his pocket and begins to research some tips that will hopefully lead to a solution that isn’t Zoe pissing in a cup.
Zoe watches him in anticipation, eager for anything that might be able to help her hold on, but all she sees is a faint blush creeping up Sebastian’s cheeks. “What does it say?”
“Uh… nothing, I didn’t really find anything helpful.”
“Bullshit, just tell me,” Zoe whines. She hears the childishness in her voice, but she’s too desperate to care. “Are you just pretending you didn’t find anything so I’ll pee myself? Don’t be weird.”
His blush deepens. “No, it just… the tips say to, ah…” He glances awkwardly away, something Zoe might find shy and kind of cute if she wasn’t about to have an accident in front of him. “They said to think, like, sexy thoughts and to touch yourself. It said it’ll distract the body part that has to pee or something, so that you’ll forget how bad you have to go.”
Zoe wonders if she’s running a fever with how hard she’s blushing, but before she can insist that’s weird and she’d never do that, two things happen. First, her clit throbs in an undeniable announcement that she's turned on hearing Sebastian talk about the possibility of her masturbating. Second, she dribbles into her panties again. Sebastian is staring at her like he’s been hypnotized, face pink. He has to be wondering if she’ll really do it. Does he want her to? Would it freak him out? Zoe doesn’t know if he sees her as a sister or not. Maybe… Maybe he should see her that way. Maybe she can use that to keep this situation from being so weird — siblings share bathrooms, right? This is just… bathroom related. It’s medical, even.
“Don’t look at me okay,” she glares at him to show she means it, but can’t help but hope he watches anyways as she tugs her panties to the side beneath her skirt and slides two fingers between the slick folds of her pussy. Fuck, she’s soaking wet and it’s not from those little leaks. She’s undeniably horny and insanely wet as she rubs her clit in circles with two fingers, taking a deep breath and trying to focus on the feeling of masturbating more than the feeling of pressure in her bladder. The motions of her hand make what she’s doing obvious, but at least the skirt over her lap creates the illusion that she’s hidden.
“Is it working?” Sebastian asks, sitting awkwardly with his legs crossed as he keeps his eyes respectfully cast away from Zoe.
“I don’t know. I still have to go really bad,” Zoe winces. This is so confusing and embarrassing at the same time. She’s touching herself right next to her step brother. She’s panicking about being so close to peeing herself in the car. She’s insanely aroused and can’t seem to stop touching herself now that she’s started and she doesn’t know if she wants Sebastian to touch her or if she’s a freak for thinking about it. “Was there anything else online that might help?”
“Um… there was one other tip, but you won’t want to do it. I don’t want you to think I’m being a creep if I say it.”
“What is it?” Zoe asks, her heart beating in her throat.
Sebastian squirms a little bit in his seat, bundling his jacket in his lap a bit. “It said if there’s someone else with you, it helps if you sit on their thigh or use their hand.”
A wave of heat seems to roll over Zoe’s whole body. It’s impossible to deny it now, she wants to be touched. She likes the thought of straddling Sebastian’s thigh and pressing her pussy up against it. She wants his hand to hold her through her panties right now.
“Look, um…” Sebastian lowers his voice, looking away from her eyes as he speaks. “If you’re really, really desperate, you can use my hand, okay? If it’ll help.”
Zoe’s heart pounds. “Really?”
“I mean you’re my sister technically right? So it’s not weird if I’m just… helping you.”
“Y-Yeah, I mean you’re my brother technically too so it’s not like it’d be sexual.” It’s a blatant lie and they both know it, but it’s a lie that gives them the courage to cross the line with one another.
Zoe inches a little closer to him, not too much, but they’re hidden well by the car seats. She tenses her body hard to hold it and removes her hands, lifting her skirt and spreading her legs. Like this, her panties are on display. The crotch has a discernible damp spot and the shape of her pussy is somewhat visible through the clingy fabric. “Wait, what if I pee on you?” She gulps, her arousal on hold in light of this very real and mortifying possibility. Wouldn’t Sebastian be grossed out?
“It’s whatever,” he says, eyes locked on to her panties. Fuck, she’s never seen him look hungry like that before. “Hand?”
Zoe takes a deep breath and nods.
Carefully, like he knows what they’re doing is wrong and incredibly inappropriate, he pretends to look out the window while his hand moves onto Zoe’s thigh, sliding up the inside until she scoots just a little closer. He cups her pussy tight through the panties then, laying his hand over the fabric and squeezing. “Does that help?” He asks, still looking away.
“Yeah,” Zoe breathes, her heart threatening to beat right out of her chest. His hand is bigger than it looks and the heel of his palm is pressing right on her clit. Is he doing that on purpose? “Thanks.”
“No problem,” Sebastian says, shifting again in his seat a little as he squeezes her through the panties.
They stay like that for a few minutes, Zoe chewing her lip and enjoying the pressure against her clit when a bump in the road startles her. She holds onto her pee this time, but she instinctively grabs Sebastian’s hand, pressing it down harder and pushing her hips up against it.
“Shit, sorry, sorry,” she whispers even though she’s still squirming, rubbing herself right against where her step brother’s hand is hostage.
“It’s fine, do what you have to do,” Sebastian says and then starts moving his hand of his own accord, sliding it up a little and rubbing her clit in circles through the panties. “Does that help?”
Zoe thinks her panties might be soaked for an entirely different reason now. Fuck, it feels really good. His fingers are bigger than her own and he’s pressing down just right. “Yeah, it helps,” she blushes. “Don’t let Dad and Cynthia notice.”
“I won’t.” He nods his head and glances down, watching where he’s rubbing her through the wet panties. Zoe feels her whole body heat under his gaze and she’s so distracted for a moment by how hot the situation feels, she dribbles a little more into her panties and, subsequently, against her step brother’s hand.
“Sorry!” She squeaks in a harsh whisper.
“Dude, you’re literally peeing yourself,” Sebastian says, his face flushed pink and his eyes fixated on the large wet spot. “You can’t keep holding it like this.”
“If you don’t want to help me hold it that’s fine, but don’t-“
“I didn’t say that, I just… I don’t know.” He bites his lip, still staring, still rubbing her. The panties are undeniably wet now, making the fabric feel slightly rougher against Zoe’s clit. It makes the friction even better
Zoe sees that he’s squirming and her heart pounds when she sees how obvious his boner has gotten. Fuck, they’re both turned on by this, but she’s genuinely about to piss herself. Won’t that disgust him? Sebastian rubs her clit in just the right way to tickle ever so slightly and another leak escapes, a few drops trickling through the panties and onto the seat. “Shit, shit,” she breathes, lifting herself up an inch to yank her skirt up so it isn’t underneath her. Another leak — a perfect dribble of wet warmth over Sebastian’s fingers and her wet panties, teasing her with relief.
“You’re peeing,” Sebastian says in a near whisper, his cool demeanor dissipated, eyes wide in amazement as he looks directly at his hand in her panties and the new wet spot on the car seat. “Does it hurt?”
Zoe feels tears welling in her eyes and nods.
Sebastian keeps stroking her. “Just go,” he says, his cheeks splotched pink as he squirms in his seat. Does he want her to piss herself? Does the thought turn him on? He just told her to pee, but his hand hasn’t left her pussy.
“Won’t you be grossed out?”
Sebastian shakes his head. “Nah, it’s okay. I mean… this kind of thing happens.” He swallows hard and even leans in a little as if to get a better look. “You should um… take your panties off if you’re just gonna pee the seat though.”
Zoe’s clit throbs at the proposition. So he does want to see. He wants to see her without panties on. She glances towards the front seat where her dad and Cynthia are singing along to something far too loudly to notice the hissing sound of her pissing the backseat, so she looks at Sebastian and gives a nod. When she lifts her hips, Sebastian takes his hand away and she tugs her panties down and off in a quick motion, tucking the damp underwear in the pocket of the seat in front of her and collecting her skirt up around her waist.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she says under her breath, tears of humiliation still pricking at her eyes, but when she opens her legs, Sebastian is still staring. He’s looking at her pussy like he’s mesmerized by it, but before she can even think to be aroused or show it off, she’s peeing.
Zoe closes her eyes with a whimper as she starts to dribble onto the seat below her, fighting it for maybe a second at most before the floodgates unleash and she’s full on pissing right into the soft fabric of the car seat. She angles her pelvis straight down, not letting it arc onto the floor or make too loud of a hissing sound as she tries not to moan in relief. Her thighs tremble and she feels absolutely humiliated, but also unbelievably horny. It feels so good to let go, but the warm wetness of the puddle against her pussy is making her want to rub her clit. She wants Sebastian to rub her clit.
When she gathers the courage to open her eyes, she finds that Sebastian has his hand down his pants, gripping his dick and playing with himself as he watches her piss with half-lidded eyes and parted lips. Zoe feels her mouth water, her heart rabbiting in her chest as she looks at him. She’s still dribbling, but she isn’t closing her legs. Instead, no matter how fiercely she’s blushing, she looks at where Sebastian is touching himself and puts her hand between her own legs. She leans back in the seat and rubs her clit with two fingers, her chest heaving with the quickness of her breath.
“Sorry, I just… fuck, I’m a guy, you know? I can’t see your whole… I can’t look at you naked and not…” Sebastian sounds ashamed, but his hand is still moving.
“It’s fine, we can both just… take care of ourselves,” Zoe says, burning red as she rubs her pussy, her ass soaked as she sits in the wet spot. The car seat has absorbed the puddle beneath her already. God she hopes her dad doesn’t look in the rear view mirror any time soon. They’re covered by the middle car seats, but her face could give everything away. “Swear you won’t tell anyone I had an accident, okay?” She says, eyes fixed on Sebastian’s hand in his pants. “And you have to help me next time we stop. It’s obvious I wet myself and I don’t want to explain to Dad and Cynthia by myself.”
“Sure.” Sebastian nods eagerly, biting his lip as he pushes his hips up against his hand. “You’re a really cool step sister, you know. I mean… it’s cool that we’re not blood related, so we can like masturbate and stuff back here to kill time and it’s not weird or anything.”
“Yeah, totally not weird.” Zoe nearly sighs in relief as she teases the excited bud of her clit and watches him. God, she wants to see his dick for real. He got to see her bare pussy. In fact, he’s still looking at it! It would only be fair for him to show her, right? “You can take it out if you want. I’m not gonna freak out or anything.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. You saw mine already, so let me see yours too.”
Sebastian glances cautiously at their parents then, seeing they’re still more than distracted, fully lifts his hips and shoves his jeans all the way down past his knees. The seatbelt rests on his abdomen, nothing obstructing the view as he spreads his legs a little bit and leans back leisurely in the car seat, sighing as he starts to steadily stroke his dick.
Zoe is stunned. He’s blushing, but he seems so… comfortable. She watches as Sebastian licks his lips and stares at her pussy while he tugs rhythmically on his cock. He’s shaved completely, maybe even waxed, his dick hard and flushed pink, full and proportional to his size — not too big, but certainly not small. She swallows her pounding heart and mimics his energy, leaning back in the seat and holding her legs wide open as she casually, almost lazily, plays with her pussy and watches him stroke.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Sebastian sighs, eyes half lidded. “I’m sorry I just can’t even… could I maybe…”
“Maybe what?” Zoe asks, rolling her hips a little against her hand just for show.
“Could I see your tits?” Sebastian asks, face bright pink as he tugs his dick and stares at Zoe’s chest through her dress. “They’re not paying attention.” He cocks his head towards their parents.
Zoe shoots them a nervous glance, making sure they’re still distracted before she nods and tugs down the front of her dress. She doesn’t dare take the straps off, but pulls it down enough to tuck under her perky breasts, showing them off to Sebastian as she continues stroking her pussy.
Sebastian lets out a quiet moan and leans against the car door as he jerks off, his pace quickening. “You’re such a cool step sister for this. Fuck…”
“But you can’t tell anyone about my accident, got it?”
“I won’t,” Sebastian promises. “God, I swear I’m not gross or anything, but seeing you do that was kind of hot.”
“Peeing?”
He bites his lips and nods.
“Really?” Zoe blushes and thinks for a moment, swirling her fingers around her sensitive clit. Her bladder has already filled up a tiny bit again, would he like it if she…?
Zoe reaches out and grabs Sebastian’s hand — the one that isn’t furiously stroking that cute little dick — so she can place it right between her legs. She presses his hand over her pussy and nudges her hips forward against it. She hopes this won’t freak him out, but he said he liked it right? With her heart hammering, she summons her courage and dribbles a little bit against his hand, whimpering quietly as he rubs her.
“That’s so fucking hot,” he says with wide eyes, continuing to stroke himself with a tight fist as he plays with her clit. His eyes light up when she lets another little trickle out over his fingers.
“Well now you have to keep my accident a secret or I’ll tell people you have a piss kink,” Zoe teases with a breathy laugh. Surprisingly, she’s actually getting kind of close. Sebastian’s fingers feel good as he rubs the bud of her clit and she uses a free hand to start pinching and toying with her nipple.
“I thought about you,” Sebastian admits, looking hypnotized as his hands work over himself and Zoe at a similar pace. His voice is low, so they won’t be heard over the music, but his words are clear. “I jerked off thinking about you.”
Zoe’s heart pounds so hard, she wonders if he can hear it. “What did you think about?”
He pushes his hips up against his own fist. “I accidentally saw you naked last summer,” he blushes. “At the lake house. You were changing into your bathing suit in the changing room by the water and there was a big space between the wall and the curtain and I saw you.”
Fuck, why is that so hot? She should be mortified, but instead, Zoe whimpers. “Fuck.”
“So I’ve thought a lot about fucking you and eating you out,” Sebastian sighs, his hand quickening on his dick. “If we can keep our parents from finding out, we could be friends with benefits or something, you know? We could experiment with whatever we want so when we get in like… actual relationships, we’ll be good at it.”
God, that sounds like heaven. “I’d be down,” Zoe says, worrying her lower lip between her teeth as he rubs her clit in slick little circles. “What would you want to experiment with?”
“Licking you.” Sebastian says without hesitation, thumbing at the tip of his dick and swallowing a moan. “Maybe uh… Are you turned on by the piss thing too? Like… if you saw me have an accident?”
Zoe had never thought about that before. Maybe it’s her soaked pussy doing the talking, but fuck, that sounds so hot. “That’d be so hot, oh my God.” She laughs a little at the absurdity, but rolls her hips against his hand. “Yeah, I’d want to see you piss yourself too.”
“I think I’m gonna come,” Sebastian whispers, eyes still fixated on Zoe’s spread open legs. “Where should I…”
“Here.” Zoe snatches her wet panties since she won’t be able to put them on again anyways.
“Holy shit.” Sebastian takes his hand away from her pussy to grab the panties and presses them against his dick, squirming as he tugs himself faster, faster, then stops and shivers as he comes into them.
Zoe touches herself as she watches. He makes the cutest face when he comes, all blushy with his eyes closed and mouth hanging open. Seeing him spill into her panties is all she needs to come with a whimper, her oversensitive bladder reacting to the orgasm by trickling a light stream against her hand as she rubs her clit to her pleasure’s fruition.
“Wow,” she sighs, head lolling back against the car seat. “Dude… That was so good.”
“Yeah,” Sebastian chuckles, wiping himself clean with the panties and stashing them in the pocket of the seat in front of him before tucking his dick away. “I’ll have my accident at the hotel later tonight, yeah? I can stand in the bath tub or something.”
“Perfect.”
He reaches back into the trunk and snags a folded up beach towel as Zoe tugs her dress back up over her breasts, still perky and excited from what they just got away with. “Here,” he says, handing it to her. “You can sit on it to hide the seat and no one will even know you had an accident.”
Zoe takes it and nods, lifting up and stuffing the towel underneath her before sitting again. To keep her dress dry, she has to keep it hiked up around her waist, her lower half remaining exposed. “You can’t tell anyone about our benefits though, okay? You’re still my stepbrother… people can’t know.”
“I won’t say anything. I mean, you know about my kink now, so… I wouldn’t break the secret.” Sebastian looks her over with a knowing gaze and smirks as he reaches for his water bottle, taking a big long gulp before setting it aside. “I think the next bathroom is still a few hours away.”
End.
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Bernadette was familiar with the wet walk home of shame. Whether it was really all the way home or to the parking lot she had seen three people wet themselves at the restaurant she worked at.
Bernadette was 25, working to help her with paying for grad school. She could vividly remember all three of the big settings she had seen in the six months she worked there.
The first was a guy, either 19 or 20 pissing himself after being taken out by security after being caught underage drinking. His friends picked him and dragged him to his dorm with piss dripping onto the sidewalk. She could only imagine how humiliating it had been.
The second was a young mother with a child, roughly 35 or so. The frantic mother had arrived at the restaurant at around 5:00 o’clock with a baby in hand. Bernadette had figured she wanted to change the baby’s diaper, until she noticed the mother’s legs quivering. She had to calmly explain to the woman that the restroom was for customers.
The woman explained she had to leave work early (she was a teacher at the local middle school) to grab her child from the babysitter because her husband had to stay at his job later. She had rushed to the sitter’s home and grabbed her child but never quite managed to get herself to a restroom. Her home was over thirty minutes and she knew she wouldn’t make it in time.
The poor woman sat a table for five minutes before heading for the woman’s restroom-which happened to be out of order. The whole restaurant got front row seats to this attractive, well-dressed woman wetting her jeans in front of the bathroom.
Bernadette could hear snickers from all over the restaurant as the woman shamefully walked out to her car, wet jeans in full view of the window.
The final one was someone who Bernadette knew, and took place only a few weeks ago, when a shy and smart girl named Mikayla from her classes. Mikayla was one of the smartest people on her class, usually devoted to her work, but to Bernadette’s surprise came into the restaurant on a date with a red headed guy.
As Bernadette waited their table and said hello to her classmate, she could tell something was off. Mikayla’s legs were shifting under the table and she kept playing with her skirt. She figured it was just nerves as the poor girl was generally considered to be pretty shy. Turns out she was just too shy to tell her date she badly needed to pee.
As they were doing the check Bernadette heard a hissing noise and realized Mikayla had totally wet herself. The poor girl barely held back tears as her skirt and tights were filled with her urine. Her date comforted her and gave her his jacket to help her cover up. Although she was spared the total humiliation of the previous two, she still had to walk back to the college with her own pee all over herself. As far as Bernadette knew Mikayla was still seeing the redhead weeks later, so things had worked out for her after all.
But all those stories were irrelevant one busy Saturday night a few weeks later, as Bernadette rushed from table to table, desperately trying to avoid an incident of her own.
She had not anticipated how busy it was going to be that night, and coming straight from class where she drank a whole coffee to pay attention was certainly not her wisest move.
She changed into her work outfit at her dorm room before walking to the restaurant, about 30 minutes from the campus. The outfit was simple, blue jeans, a t shirt themed on the restaurant and black sneakers. She felt a twinge in her bladder on the way there, cursing herself slightly for not going back at school. It was too late for her to turn back now, her shift started in a few minutes.
Upon arrival she was immediately thrust into service, the restaurant being far more crowded than usual. She put on her apron and started taking orders.
Bernadette was her usual cheery self, being kind and friendly to all the people coming to eat. She felt a slight pressure in her abdomen but it wasn’t anything too distracting.
At around 8:00 o’clock she expected to get her usual break where she would be able to take a quick dip into the woman’s room. By that point she could definitely notice that she needed to go, but not to the point of pain.
Unfortunately for her, a large surge of patrons arrived near that time. As she poured another round of drinks for a family of four she bent one knee in front of the other. Watching the liquid pour into the glasses combining with knowing she wasn’t getting a break sent a strong pang to her bladder. She breathed out deeply as she went over to the table.
After giving them their drinks she pulled out her pad and started to write down their food orders, but she noticed she made several mistakes writing that she had to cross out and write over again.
Bernadette showed them the note to make sure it was all correct, starting to stumble over her own words as she spoke. They nodded in approval and she brought it to the cook before running off to the next table. She eyed the woman’s room but already saw several women and girls enter. There was no way she’d be able to sneak off and pee without leaving a table unattended.
Another table, another round of drinks, another round of torture to her bladder. By 9:30 the pain was starting to get to her. Only thirty minutes remained til closing. Bernadette moaned slightly as she watched Diet Pepsi pour into a glass. She slowly walked towards the table, her knees buckling with every step.
The next table was her worst nightmare, a group of middle aged men making suggestive remarks towards her and asking for her number. She lied and told them she was taken-she hadn’t been since she was 18-but they didn’t know that.
She could barely hold the pen still to write down their orders, and the inappropriate comments in between only made the situation worse.
Bernadette’s lower lip quivering as she finished writing, the pain in her bladder becoming nearly too much to bare. At 9:50 she cleaned up the plates from a table, the clock ticking down slowly. Only ten minutes until closing and the restaurant was still packed.
Even once everyone had left she would have to clean up all of the plates and tidy up the place. At least then she would be able to sneak off into the restroom and finally let go of the reservoir waiting to come bursting through the dam.
She returned to the table of perverts again as they demanded refills on their drinks, with one of the patrons complaining he had given the wrong food and demanding that he wouldn’t have to pay for his meal.
Bernadette tried to talk him down, but she could barely make out words their her stammering. She stood by the table, legs bouncing up and down and up and down as she desperately tried to hold back the river. After the man asked her to suck him off in repayment for his food being wrong, she walked away to let the manager deal with it.
At last it was 10 o’clock and she started to move towards the restroom. Her walk was interrupted by the sounds of security dealing with the complaining man. She looked over for a moment to witness what was taking place. She instantly regretted it, as stopping only drew her attention to her pained bladder.
Bernadette stood in place, legs crossed tight and her hands cupped over her crotch. It was obvious to any onlooker what was happening. She heard a crash and saw security tackle the yelling asshole as he had turned violent and she lost all control.
A sharp hiss of pee rushed into her jeans, soaking her thighs and calves and running down into her sneakers. Bernadette couldn’t help but moan as the waterfall let loose over the cliff that was her legs. When it finished she noticed the security and the man had stopped fighting and nearly everyone was looking at her.
The manager called her aside and said that she could go early and that the rest of the staff could handle clean up. The 25-year old walked outside and wiped tears from her eyes as she began her own wet walk home of shame. |
Kayleigh was also familiar with the wet walk home of shame. Whether it was really all the way home or to the parking lot she had seen four people wet themselves at the restaurant she worked at.
Kayleigh was 18, working to help her pay for her first car. She could vividly remember all four of the big settings she had seen in the three months she worked there.
She was a hostess, working at the very front of the restaurant. Her first week in she saw a guy named Hunter getting taken out by security after he was caught drinking underage at the bar. He was in the grade above her, having just graduated that year, and she knew he wasn’t 21. Thankfully the blame wasn’t levied on Kayleigh, since he arrived before her shift started that day.
Nevertheless she got front row tickets to the drunken fool pissing on the sidewalk and all over his pants when security slammed him down outside, his friends dragging him away back to their dorm.
The second one Kayleigh didn’t know much about, some woman with a baby apparently was having an emergency. All she knew is she saw the woman completely soaking her jeans in full view of everyone.
The third one she had less of a clue, some girl on a date pissing herself because she was too nervous to go, at least that’s what she was told. She didn’t even realize what had happened until she saw the girl outside with her date’s jacket wrapped around her.
Number four, well how could she forget. Number four was her coworker Bernadette, who had wet herself only a few weeks ago.
Kayleigh felt bad, as the bubbly blonde who was always cheery and kind to basically everyone completely embarrassed herself in front of the entire restaurant.
Kayleigh couldn’t poke fun, she certainly could go for a bathroom visit herself by the end of that busy night. But she hadn’t worked as many hours as the older girl did, so she was spared the same level of bladder torture.
Kayleigh was seven years younger than her counterpart, also a bit shorter and with dark black hair instead of blonde. She was on decent terms with Bernadette, not exactly best friends but they certainly said hello to one another. She did feel bad for her certainly, as the outgoing older girl had been very quiet in the weeks since.
Nevertheless, she silently applauded Bernadette for toughing it out and not quitting (although Bernadette probably had no choice, seeing as she was in grad school and needed money). Kayleigh wasn’t sure if she could’ve stayed on, and she was worried she would find out very soon as today was not being kind to her bladder.
She had nearly been late to work. It was Friday night and school had been rough, with Kayleigh having to stay after to finish a test. She quickly sprinted home (her house wasn’t far) and realized her shift started in only 20 minutes.
She changed into her work uniform, which was a bit more fancy as a hostess. She wore a black shirt, grey dress pants and black ankle boots. She tied her black hair into a pony tail and had it draped over her right shoulder. She started walking to work when she felt her bladder begin to send her messages. She hadn’t had a pee since lunch time in school, but she certainly didn’t have time to turn around and go to her home toilet.
When she arrived she began walking towards the restroom when her boss stopped her and said she was needed at her post ASAP. Her bladder protested, although it was a small protest as she bursted, but she did what she was told.
She immediately got to work greeting customers and leading them to their tables as well as processing their checks.
Kayleigh lightly pee danced behind her podium as she processed out a family of six before another round of patrons walked right in.
She noticed Bernadette would be serving as their waitress. She wondered how the blonde was doing, was she also getting pretzel legged due to the ocean inside her? Kayleigh made her way back to the front, taking slow steps as her thighs got close together.
Kayleigh was at about the level she was at the night that Bernadette had her accident, the only difference being she was that level near the end of her shift, not with hours to go. She had to hope and pray that she would have an opportunity to slip away to the bathroom soon.
She gripped both ends of her podium, crossed her legs and bent down slightly. It was like a heavy weight had been dropped inside her body, with her muscles just barely keeping it from coming exploding out.
Kayleigh looked outside to see if anyone was coming, as well as looked around the restaurant to see if any patrons would be coming with checks. It did not seem to be the case, thus the young hostess decided to make her break for the restroom.
Please, please, please! Kayleigh’s mind faced with the thought of being able to sit on a porcelain throne and simply let go. She had to stop for a moment and squeeze her thighs together as the thoughts nearly made her leak.
Before anyone could look she quickly started moving again only to see several women in a queue for the restroom. Right in front of her was a woman, probably in her late 30s or early 40s.
“Miss, I’m very sorry about this, but could I possibly cut in front of you. I really need to use the restroom but I have to get back upfront quickly and I honestly don’t have time to be waiting.” Kayleigh asked.
“Young lady I am sympathetic but I can barely hold it any longer myself. I’ve been bursting since my husband picked me up yo go out to dinner. There’s no way I can give up my spot.” The woman replied, a hand moving to the crotch of her jeans.
Kayleigh didn’t respond, instead making her way back up front as a group of teenagers was entering. By chance one of them was a girl she knew two grades below her. The hostess’ legs quivering as she gave the girl a hug and then lead the group to their table.
As the time passed Kayleigh only struggled more and more, scissoring her legs around and around behind her podium, thanking her lucky stars she had concealment for her little dance.
The girl’s eyes closed as she felt a leak spring out. Her teeth gritted and her knees turned inwards. Her breathing got much heavier as she put everything she had into ensuring no more came out. Kayleigh tried as subtly as she could to make certain no pee had gotten into her light grey pants, which thankfully it had not. Her panties however, had not been spared. The new warmth down below was certainly not helping as the rest of the piss droplets demanded to be re-united with their brothers and sisters.
Kayleigh looked at her phone (against the rules while on duty but she was too desperate to care). The time was 9:30. A half hour until closing. A half hour until sweet relief. Her hands were sore and sweaty from gripping the podium. Her toes curled up tight inside her boots.
With not much time left a group of guys walked over with their checks, roughly around her age but she had never seen them before. She moved to the kiosk and starting processing them, her legs jiggling the whole time.
The last guy in the bunch, a nerdy looking guy with glasses asked for her phone number as she was finishing with his check. Kayleigh wanted to give it to him, but in that moment her brain shut down and words stammered from her mouth as the floodgate opened.
Piss spilled onto the back of her light grey dress pants, turning them much darker. A loud sigh came from her mouth as the river ran free. The loud hiss could be heard in every direction. The warm liquid ran down her legs and soaked her socks and filled the inside of her boots.
“Uh, I take that as a no.” The guy said before him and his friends headed off. Kayleigh stood in astonishment at the level of urine came out of her, just before the sinking feeling of pure humiliation set in. Her face turned bright red as everyone around saw what happened, including Bernadette.
Kayleigh got the okay to head home, so she set off into the night, beginning her own wet walk home of shame. |
Rachel was familiar with the wet walk home of shame. How could she not be, two of her employees had wet themselves in the last month!
The middle aged woman called. both girls into the back rooms of the restaurant. Bernadette, the waitress; and Kayleigh, the hostess. Her restaurant’s google reviews page was filled with posts about how it’s workers piss themselves.
“I’m gonna need an explanation on what’s going on. My restaurant can’t survive this negative press. Let me be clear, the next person to wet themself, is fired!”
“And no bathroom breaks tonight once shift begins, I need to know you two grown ladies are capable of holding it in!”
The two girls nodded in understanding. It was ten minutes until shift and Kayleigh already needed to pee again. But she had thought ahead! As a hostess, she was able to wear what she pleased, wearing dark black dress pants to help hide any further accidents.
Bernadette did not have the same luxury, as the older blonde had to wear blue jeans with her restaurant brand t-shirt as her uniform. She looked jealously at her 18-year old counterpart. Bernadette’s legs squirmed as she already felt a need to go as well. She quickly made her way to the restroom, sitting herself onto the toilet and letting loose.
Outside, Kayleigh listened as the older girl got to relieve her bladder, sharp pains already forming as the noise penetrated her ears. Unknown to her, Bernadette decided to sit on the toilet and her phone for a short while, delaying the younger girl from getting her relief she needed.
Kayleigh didn’t have time to wait, making her way upfront to her podium to invite in customers and losing her chance to pre until later. She tied her black hair into a ponytail and started to greet the incoming patrons.
Bernadette chuckled to herself. The grad student was not usually petty or conniving, but she needed to keep this job at any cost. And as bad as she felt for the younger girl, she figured Kayleigh would herself be leaving for college and didn’t need the job as much as she did.
Kayleigh saw Bernadette walk out and take a sip from her metal water bottle before going to take orders. Kayleigh had thought ahead, taking some of her fathers diuretics from home and slipping them into Bernadette’s water bottle. It would only be a matter of time before the 26-year old was squirming again.
Kayleigh danced her own legs in place, her boots shifting across the floor. She hoped her black pants wouldn’t be necessary to try and hide an accident, nor she even know they would be enough, but she had to do everything she could to defeat Bernadette.
Bernadette felt confused as the pills started to take effect on her. Only twenty minutes since she had peed and already an urge was forming. She had to force away the nervous feelings and look towards the short brunette by the door of the restaurant dancing behind her podium. I just have to outlast her, and she’s way ahead of me. Nevertheless she couldn’t shake the images in her head of her jeans and sneakers getting filled with piss again.
Kayleigh took glances at the tall blonde whenever she could. Looking for any sign of desperation. A leg twitch, struggling speech, anything really. She was starting to panic, not confident the diuretics she had given Bernadette would work faster than her own bodily needs. She gripped both sides of the podium as her bladder continued to fill. She was interrupted by a older couple coming in for dinner.
“Right this way, I’ll show you to your table.” Kayleigh said with a false smile. She made her way over to a table in Bernadette’s section, her thighs rubbing together through her awkward waddle. God I have to pee. She thought to herself. I’m going to lose. Kayleigh to herself.
I’m going to lose. Bernadette thought to herself. Unknown to her, the pills were working overtime on her, and the poor waitress was unable to stand still.
Towards the end of the night, both girls were absolutely bursting. Kayleigh had to bend over and put both hands on her crotch whenever no one was looking. Bernadette suffered every time she poured another customers drink. About a half hour to closing Kayleigh approached Rachel.
“Please let me use the bathroom. I really can’t hold it much longer.”
“If you can’t hold you won’t be working here anymore.” Her employer responded.
Bernadette watched the exchange. Please just let her pee herself already. It’s bullshit she gets to wear those black pants. She reached down and felt the crotch of her jeans, making sure no wet patch was visible.
Finally the time came for the customers to head home. Bernadette turned to the restroom as fast as she could as she finished cleaning the last table. Kayleigh was taking checks as she saw the waitress heading to the porcelain throne.
No, no! Once she gets in there I’ll never get a chance to go. Kayleigh thought to herself. Her legs bounced as she handed the last receipt. Thank God! She turned and made her way to the restroom, black ankle boots loudly clacking on the floor.
Bernadette herself had not made it into the woman’s room either, as her boss Rachel was already inside. Please hurry! The blonde thought to herself as she pee danced in place.
Kayleigh arrived just as Rachel was exiting and Bernadette was about to enter.
“Bernadette please! I can’t hold it!” Kayleigh had her hand firmly holding her crotch the whole walk over. A tear went down her cheek from the pain.
“I can’t lose this job, I’m sorry.” Bernadette responded.
“Neither of you will be using this restroom until the other wets themself. I need to know which of my workers can hold their urine.” Rachel said as she watched the two girls squirm, a sadistic smile crossing her face. She stood firmly in the doorway.
Kayleigh felt a spurt run down the back of her leg. She thanked her lucky stars for her black pants. Tears welled in the 18-year old brunette’s eyes.
Her older competitor wasn’t doing much better. Both hands cupped in her crotch to stop any spurts into her jeans.
Finally, one of their bladders gave in. The unfortunate girl had tears for the second time as her pants were flooded. The wetness ran down her legs and into her shoes.
It was Bernadette. A 26 year old woman and grad student wet herself for the second time in a month. Her jeans and sneakers were completely soaked as she placed her hands over her eyes.
Rachel stepped aside and let Kayleigh run into the restroom. The girl had already half wet herself, but her pants concealed it. She sprinted into the restroom as spurts continued to shoot down her legs.
She pulled down her pants and let loose into the toilet. Oh my God, oh my God! The relief was immeasurable.
She came out to see her coworker crying and being castigated.
“Bernadette, I’m sorry, but you’re fired!” Rachel scolded her.
Kayleigh had a change of heart in that moment.
“My pants are basically wet too. You don’t have to do this to her.” She defended her coworker.
“She couldn’t hold it in like a big girl. She shouldn’t work here.”
“I barely held it in. If you’re going to fire her, then I quit!”
“Surely you don’t mean that!” Rachel couldn’t lose both workers.
“It’s true. Either you let her stay or I quit too!”
“Fine! But I don’t want to see your faces again tonight. Get the hell out of here!”
Kayleigh let Bernadette put her coat around her waist. She comforted the poor girl and the two walked home, together and with no shame. |
PART ONE - DANI
Dani Holden sipped the last of her iced coffee, the slurrrrp of the straw drawing a look of disapproval from her professor, who was lecturing from behind a podium not more than eight feet away.
Dani stopped fanning her legs together long enough to mouth a silent “sorry” to Professor Manning and was surprised to see the ghost of a smile cross his face and then disappear as the lecture continued without even the hint of an interruption.
The moment the professor returned his attention to his notes, Dani resumed her restless fidgeting. The twenty-one year old university senior had enjoyed holding her pee past the point where most anyone else would long since have found a potty for almost as long as she could remember. Everything about needing to pee appealed to her, particularly the heightened awareness of the most intimate area of her body.
So the fact that she was sitting in the front row of her Creative Writing class, ceaselessly bringing her knees together and then apart and then together again just halfway through the ninety-minute lecture, was in itself nothing unusual.
What WAS unusual was that she’d had an extra large iced tea at lunch and then been so involved in a conversation with her best friend Cindy that she’d forgotten to visit the ladies room before buying her iced coffee and then hurrying off to the lecture hall. It wasn’t the first time she’d made that particular mistake, and Dani knew she would make it to the end of class without an accident, but she also knew the next forty-five minutes would be…intense.
She was both excited and nervous about the prospect.
PART TWO – HARRISON
Harrison Manning could barely keep his mind on his lecture notes. The cute blonde named Dani was once again sitting in the front row of his classroom, once again wearing a short skirt, and once again opening and closing her legs with an enthusiasm he’d rarely ever seen in a grown woman.
It was an enthusiasm that left little doubt as to WHY she might be acting that way. It was more than boredom, more than a way to keep herself awake during a lecture she didn’t care about.
She needed to pee. Harrison was damned near certain of it.
This wasn’t the first time he’d seen an indication from Ms Holden that she should be perched on a potty rather than sitting in his class; in fact, since he first noticed the young woman early in the semester, he’d become more and more convinced she came to class needing to pee almost every single day.
It couldn’t possibly be accidental. Everybody got caught short once in a while, it was part of the human experience. But nobody could possibly be so unlucky as to find themselves in a desperate predicament constantly.
And that was a problem for Harrison, because if there was one thing he found absolutely, irresistibly enchanting, it was a pretty young woman who needed to pee but couldn’t get to a potty. In fact, it was so enchanting, he was glad he had the cover of his podium to keep his enchantment from being obvious to the room full of students. He was hard as blue steel.
He continued the lecture, speaking smoothly, grateful that despite being just a few years older than his students at twenty-five, he’d taught this class long enough that he could do it almost by rote. No one would know his eyes were glued to Dani Holden, watching her as all that iced coffee filtered slowly but surely down into her bladder.
PART THREE – DANI
She loved needing to pee, but this was getting to be more than she’d bargained for.
Fifteen minutes to go.
She’d stopped taking notes, unable to keep her mind on Professor Manning’s words.
Plus, her hand was shaking so badly by now that there was no way she’d be able to decipher her writing anyway.
She crossed her legs tightly, her right foot swinging urgently, wishing she’d worn leggings to class today. It would be impossible to slip a hand where she wanted – needed – to slip it without it being obvious what she was doing in her tiny skirt.
She realized her breathing had become ragged and short, and worked on smoothing it out without taking the sort of deep breaths that would put undue pressure on her poor, struggling bladder.
And she was so horribly thirsty. She knew it was her body reacting to the stress of holding back all the liquid that was so insistent on coming out, but knowing WHY she was thirsty was not the same as not BEING thirsty.
Finally she downed all the ice that had melted since she finished her coffee more than thirty minutes ago. It wasn’t the smartest thing she could do, she knew, but class was about to (finally, mercifully) come to an end and there was a ladies room just down the hallway.
She should know, she’d hurried to that ladies room plenty of times this semester.
At last the bell clanged, signaling the end of class. Dani sighed a shaky breath, steeled herself for the effect gravity was about to take on her already suffering bladder, and pushed herself to her feet.
She loved this and hated it. The all-encompassing need, the single-minded focus on not peeing her panties in front of her peers, the arousal she invariably felt when she needed SO BADLY to go pee, it was heady and intoxicating and awful all at the same time.
But at long last she could finally get to the bathroom and let it out.
She had packed up her supplies well before the end of class, so all she had to do was shrug her backpack onto her shoulders.
Dani turned toward the door and had taken three steps before freezing in place as she heard Professor Manning say, “Excuse me, Ms Holden, may I have a word with you, please?”
Edited December 23, 2021 by Holdit4me
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Happy holidays! This story is because @Edward45 suggested I do a story based on the premise of the old John Sniper story about a softball team. I expanded on it. Fair warning there is messing content in part because it's based on a story with such and there's sexual content - I particularly think I may have lost some realism in the last two sections but hopefully y'all enjoy anyway.
My favorite job was a position I had as a college student. I was a sports physiology major so I got to apply to team manager positions, where I would assist our small college’s D3 teams with various responsibilities and errands. I got to be the team manager of our women’s volleyball team. It was not lost on me that I would thus be spending a lot of time with attractive and fit peers of mine. One thing I didn’t know was how much bodily functions would play a role…
I was a junior when I started and the beginning of the year was pretty straightforward, learning the ropes and getting to know the team. Our coach, Coach Kaminski, was a grumpy old guy who didn’t do much except stand around and bark orders. I mostly stayed out of his way and learned my duties from our Assistant Coach, Coach Taylor, and members of our team. Early on, I learned our team had quite a few players graduate the year before and had a lot of seniors on the team. There were our two team captains, Sarah - a blonde woman who partied hard and played harder - and Michelle, a tall brunette who also did dance semi-competitively. Shelley, a shorter and curvaceous brunette, was also a senior, along with a tall half-Black woman named Eva. That left six more players who would return next year (juniors Jessica, Taylor, and Devin, sophomores Lauren and Whitney, and our lone freshman recruit, Charlotte).
In order to bolster our meager freshman recruiting and make the team sustainable, we held tryouts as practice was about to begin. After a first round where we weeded out the truly unathletic, we narrowed down the second round to five girls. Four were freshmen - Daniela, Jasmin, Leslie, and Aveline - and one was a junior, Mia. We honestly were planning on signing all five, but wanted to see more about where they were in their skills and what position they’d play as. Additionally, we had funding to offer scholarships of a varying degree and had to figure out who was getting what level of scholarship.
This is all boring logistics, but the tryouts themselves was anything but for me for a very specific reason. Coach Kaminski couldn’t be bothered to run tryouts, so Coach Taylor would be running it alongside our captains, Sarah and Michelle. We were to meet in the gymnasium and when I got there, all five recruits were already waiting, all lounging by the bleachers chatting. We were waiting for Coach Taylor to arrive and unlock the locker room. Aveline was already in gear, wearing a form-fitting long sleeve shirt and black volleyball shorts, but the others needed to change. Aveline was a tall dark-skinned woman with long straight black hair all the way down her back. She had it in a ponytail for athletic events, but it still went very far down. I didn’t know how she wasn’t on our recruiting radar previously, but not only was she the perfect build for a blocker, she was the star player on her high school team. I later learned she was half-Native and half-Black from a rough background and went to a pretty overlooked and run-down high school, so that’s why she never ended up on a recruiter’s radar.
Back to the try-outs, I didn’t have keys to the women’s locker room (obviously) so I took a seat beside Sarah and Michelle, our team captains, who I knew pretty well at this point. They both needed to change, as well. Jessica was in a team t-shirt but it was tucked into a denim miniskirt, while Michelle was wearing a sleeveless green dress that came down to right above her knees.
I glanced over to the recruits, who were huddled together. Daniela seemed to have come straight from some professional event or class presentation, wearing a black halter top and high waisted grey dress pants. The short Latina had short, straight black hair down almost to her shoulders. She was probably the most iffy recruit, with a sparse athletic background, but she hustled hard and proved naturally gifted at the back row positions. Leslie and Mia, meanwhile, were both on the track team (but not cross country, otherwise they’d have previous commitments) and in fact, Mia was a known potential recruit when she was a high school senior but she chose to focus on track at the time. I suppose now she felt she could juggle both and brought along her freshman teammate. Leslie was a tall and thin Asian wearing a college sweater and black jeans, her medium-length wavy black hair that was usually down now up in a ponytail for the tryout. Mia was a strawberry blonde with short wavy hair and was shorter than Leslie. Mia was wearing the track team t-shirt and blue running shorts. I think Leslie did long jump and Mia did pole vault. Either way, both were already extremely athletic and that carried over regardless of the sport. Jasmin, finally, was a muscular Black girl with her hair in shoulder-length locs. She was wearing black leggings and a sports bra. Given her physique, I’d have to imagine she came straight from a gym workout. She looked more like a power weight lifter than a volleyball player, but her muscular strength didn’t stop her from being quick and able to jump high. So, despite not being particularly tall, her athletic skills would translate just fine to volleyball.
Sarah and Michelle weren’t very conversational, giving one word responses to certain questions and not keeping the conversation going. It didn’t seem anything to do with me, they just seemed distracted. Sarah, in particular, was rocking back and forth before settling down to a bent over position, arms hugging her own stomach.
Given the lack of conversation, my eyes wandered to the group of recruits. They, too, seemed restless. Mia was jiggling her legs rapidly, while Leslie and Aveline seemed stiff and awkward, not engaging with each other. Daniela had actually gotten up and was pacing back and forth by the door to the locker room. As she walked away from me, I could see clear pantylines through her dress pants. Jasmin, too, stood up, but not to pace. Jasmin leaned on the edge of the bleachers, bending over a little and crossing her legs. She bit her lips and seemed to shiver as she stood.
It was dawning on me what was going on - they needed to use the bathroom. I could see Aveline glancing at the clock as she began to bounce her legs a little. Leslie escalated to one hand by her crotch, but seemed to be doing best among the recruits in hiding her desperation. Jasmin bent over even more while Mia actively had both hands holding her crotch, her desperation clear as day at this point.
It wasn’t going much better with the team captains. I heard a low fart and looked back to see Sarah blushing. She stood up and I saw a glimpse up her miniskirt to see pink panties as she made her way to the locker room door. As she did that, I saw I could also see up Michelle’s green dress, her white thong visible due to her sitting on the bleacher a couple steps above mine. She was also restless, jiggling her left leg - which is why her legs were no longer closed and I could see her underwear.
As Sarah banged on the locker room door, I saw Daniela come to a standstill by the door as well. Daniela’s dress pants hid nothing as a splotch appeared. She bent over and thrust her hands in her crotch, raising each leg in turn as she had a potty dance, essentially. Meanwhile, Leslie crossed one leg over the other, her hand pinned against her crotch. Mia, though, seemed absolutely still despite having been bouncing her legs with her hands in her crotch a moment ago. She almost seemed to relax, and I wondered if she was letting go…
Sarah, too, went still. She stopped banging the door and jiggling the handle and she crossed her legs tightly as she stood, gripping the door handle. She seemed to bend over a little. She was still for about thirty seconds and I thought I saw glistening on the back of her legs but it didn’t seem she flooded herself. However, when she finally straightened up, she turned around and placed her back to the wall, her cheeks and ears bright red in embarrassment. She played with the back of her skirt, pulling them away and down and feeling her behind.
While that was happening, Daniela bent over again and I saw the wet spot grow larger than her hands could cover. She continued pacing, now with one hand permanently in her crotch. From behind, I could see a fist-sized wet spot as well. I heard another fart echo through the gymnasium, but this time it seemed Jasmin was the embarrassed one. Jasmin turned to rush to the locker room door but froze again. She was still gripping the side of the bleachers, but with her back facing me I could see a bulge clearly begin to form as it escaped her tightly clenched cheeks in her black leggings. A glistening appeared as well and raced down her legs as she fully lost control. By the time she was finished, the bulge was the size of an orange and clearly visible while her legs were totally wet. Everyone obviously noticed, but no one was in a position to comment themselves.
At that moment, though, I heard the gymnasium door open and saw the assistant coach walk in. I heard rustling beside me and saw Michelle begin to stand up. I got one last glimpse up her dress and saw her white thong had a clear dark spot where she must have leaked. Michelle then hurried to the door as the coach got there and unlocked the door. The coach pretended not to notice the desperate athletes. Daniela rushed in immediately, followed by Sarah, Michelle, and Jasmin. Mia entered next and I saw she did wet herself as the back of her blue shorts were entirely soaked. As Leslie got up, I saw she had a wet spot on her black jeans as well, though she hadn’t lost complete control it seemed. Aveline got up next and I couldn’t tell from a distance if she was wet or not until she started walking from the bleachers to the door. I could see glistening on her legs so she must have been leaking as she walked.
It took me a few seconds to recover from what I saw, but eventually I went up to the coach and began helping her set up the tryouts. The tryouts themselves went without a hitch and there was no evidence, either physical or psychological, of the embarrassing incidents that happened earlier - except Aveline’s volleyball shorts seemed faintly to have a darker spot, but it was extremely hard to tell unless you were looking for it. At the end, we offered the good news that they were all accepted and gave them all some financial compensation - including a full ride for Aveline. The assistant coach, who was black, was also particularly happy with the newfound diversity of the team with our recruits. Aveline was to join Michelle and Eva as blockers while Leslie and Jasmin were to be hitters alongside Taylor, Lauren, and Charlotte. Jasmin would also train to be a serving specialist, trained by our current Jessica. Daniela and Mia would be back-up defensive specialists behind Whitney and Devin, with Daniela being trained to be a setter behind Sarah since Sarah was a senior and the setter was the most critical. If Daniela could be ready before the season really started, too, having two setters would be a game changer. Mia, meanwhile, was also training to be a libero, behind our current one, Shelley. With the good news, I think all embarrassment about accidents, if there were any, were long behind them. However, I would later learn accidents were actually quite common with woman athletes, and our team was living proof…
I thought this would be the only time I’d see so many examples of my particular… interest… so I did something I’m a bit ashamed of. The assistant coach forgot to lock up the women’s locker room after, so when everyone was gone and I was closing up the gymnasium, I made the rash decision to sneak inside. Mia, Daniela, and Jasmin left wearing their new volleyball gear so I knew they left their original clothes behind.
Inside the locker room, I saw the lockers were half-sized (one stack on top of the other) and had a design with multiple open holes so you could see inside, likely designed to avoid people hiding contraband. That meant I could see Daniela and Mia’s new lockers. Daniela’s was easy to spot since grey dress pants stood out. They were clearly wet and I wondered if her underwear was inside the pants. Mia’s blue shorts were visibly wet inside her locker, as well. After that, I dug through the trash. Under a layer of tossed paper towels, I first found a white thong, fully soaked and stained yellow. It matched what I saw on Michelle. Under that were a pair of wet leggings balled up. I unfurled it and could see the inside was coated in poop and had a crumpled blue thong inside. I set that aside and picked up pink full cut panties next with both a clear wet stain and a large brown stain in the rear. That must have been Sarah’s. That left a pair of blue boyshorts in the trash, which I deduced to be Leslie based on the large wet spot on the back. After seeing all that, I left, feeling rather terrible about what kind of person I was but also with the images of their underwear burned into my head.
Training went well, but as our season began in earnest, I discovered an aspect of my job on the volleyball team that I would enjoy quite a bit - even though it was the job others hated the most. The position was often called speed wiper. What the position entailed was when players dove onto the ground or otherwise ended up on the ground, before the next rally the speed wiper would rush to the court and wipe down the floor. This was in case there was dirt or sweat that a player’s body would leave - anything slippery could be extremely dangerous in volleyball. Usually, players and fans would refer to any wet spot as “sweat spots.” However, since I was the one wiping the floor, it soon became clear that “leak spot” would be a more accurate description. Many of the times, any wetness on the floor was really just a spurt or leak from the player. I couldn’t blame them, a hard hit on the ground would certainly jolt my bladder. But it fascinated me to get to know the players’ bladder control and their differences.
Jessica definitely had the weakest bladder. The long-haired blonde leaked on every dive or even jumps. I even saw her leak when setting the ball for a teammate. Fortunately for her, she was our serving specialist, so she didn’t see as much action. But a couple times, even the jolt of hitting the ball when serving or jumping for an overhand serve was accompanied by trickles down her legs. The black volleyball shorts were designed to be absorbent to an extent, but even when hers overflowed and I saw glistening on her legs, the shorts themselves rarely showed a hint of wetness. The glistening, I’m sure, could be chalked up to sweat if a fan noticed. But I knew, mopping up after every dive, that she was leaking. Even though the volleyball shorts didn’t show much, sometimes where she was sitting on the bench would have a damp patch - or the bus seat on the ride home. She was a bubbly personality with a bright smile and never acknowledged it, and because of that neither did her teammates. Jessica brought a lot of energy and leadership to the team, and her teammates respected that. I personally had to wonder, though, if her bladder was weak enough it affected her outside of sports…
Whitney’s bladder was almost as bad. The dark brunette beauty had straight hair that she put in a ponytail, usually held by a bow. Whitney didn’t usually leak on simple jumps or actions like that, but every dive like clockwork left a small puddle for me to wipe up. She was more understated than Jessica, but similarly she refused to acknowledge her common bladder leaks. Occasionally, I saw her rub her legs together to hide the evidence further, but that was it.
Devin, Taylor, Lauren, and Charlotte leaked on occasion too, I noticed. A particularly big hit, or late in the game when they’re tired or maybe their bladder had filled up, there were regularly wet spots after they dove for the ball or otherwise fell to the floor. Devin was a short-haired blonde who put her hair in a bun. She had a bit of what some called “RBF” but was actually quite nice and funny when you talked to her. She did crack the occasional wry joke at her own expense to me. For instance, she once left a puddle the size of my hand after a particularly rough dive. After I wiped it up, she said, “If I could wear a diaper under these shorts, honestly I would.” I chuckled at that and reassured her it was no trouble.
Lauren was also blonde but with a rounder face and had wavy hair. She swept her hair back in a full ponytail during games. She would always give me an apologetic smile after I cleaned up a puddle of hers. Taylor, a brunette whose hair went to her shoulders, also would thank me directly after games, which I always appreciated. Charlotte, meanwhile, was younger with a bit of a baby face and she kept her dark hair in pigtails. She was always too embarrassed to make eye contact with me after I wiped up a puddle of hers.
One particular game stood out to me. This game was an away game and our opponent’s gymnasium was, for some reason, set really hot. So our players were chugging water through the game. This was also a brutal game. A volleyball match consisted of a best of five sets. Usually, games were decided with three or four sets. This one went to five, as we traded winning sets. Additionally, you had to win a set by two points - so for example, 25 was usually the winning set, but if the other team was at 24, you needed to get to 26. We were so evenly matched that two out of the first four sets went beyond 25 points.
By the time we got to the 5th set, I had to use a new towel because of all the leaks. Jessica and Whitney had leaked a lot. I felt like they must have completely emptied their bladder over the course of the game, Jessica leaving one puddle that genuinely was the size of a plate and left a glistening patch on the front of her volleyball shorts. Whitney’s shorts, too, glistened a little as she wiped down her legs to avoid evidence. Throughout the fourth set, Taylor and Charlotte were jiggling their legs whenever they were on the bench and Devin and Sarah had their legs tightly crossed. Lauren, too, showed signs of desperation, though for what I was unsure. It was clear throughout the 4th set when she was playing that her butt was tightly clenched, the volleyball shorts hiding nothing. Sometimes she clenched them tighter, too, and sometimes they unclenched for a moment, which was mesmerizing for me.
This set the stage for a particularly chaotic fifth set. Eva, Sarah, Devin, Shelley, Taylor, and Lauren started. Lauren was serving and had her cheeks tightly clenched. This didn’t stop her from hitting a solid serve that the opposing team managed to return. Sarah went to set the ball and Eva spiked it. I saw when Eva landed, though, a glistening appeared on her legs. The opposing team managed to return it, and Devin had to dive down to get it. When she got up, I saw a clear puddle where she was. Taylor, fortunately, managed to hit it back after Sarah set it again and they won the point, but Eva, Lauren, and Devin looked really uncomfortable. I quickly wiped down the puddles before the next rally started. The next point, players were clearly distracted as Taylor and Shelley went for the same dive. As they landed and missed, I saw Shelley leak a little while Taylor fully peed for a moment. I had a clear shot at Taylor’s crotch, which glistened and I could literally see a stream escape. Sarah called for a timeout and the players hobbled over as I cleaned up the floor. My towel was literally soaked after Taylor’s accident and I threw it out and grabbed a fresh one.
In the huddle, Lauren crossed her legs tightly. “Coach… I gotta go to the bathroom. I can’t play.” Sarah agreed. Sarah had prevented some leaks on court, but she was literally holding her legs crossed in the huddle with a hand in her crotch. Meanwhile, the others were just seemingly exhausted, their lack of bladder control a symptom of their tired muscles. The coach agreed to work on some substitutions.
A couple points later, Sarah had to dive for the ball even though that wasn’t her position. When she landed, I knew immediately she leaked as the floor glistened when she cleaned up. After the point, I quickly wiped it down and Sarah mouthed thank you to me. By the 10th point, Sarah had gotten herself subbed out and was sitting by me. The coach was desperate enough managing people’s exhaustion that the newbies were all in. Daniela was setting, Jasmin was serving, Mia was playing libero, and Leslie completed the back row while Aveline played blocker. Charlotte was also in, along with Eva.
Lauren had snuck back to the locker room, but Sarah was trying to stay supportive of the team. She was distracting with her legs constantly shaking, but what happened next was unexpected. She asked me for two towels and I gave them to her. She sat on one and wrapped the other around her. Even with the court activities, I could soon hear a tinkling as she peed through the towels and some leaked below her chair. However, I doubt anyone in the stands could see what she was doing - plus, they were watching the game. Sarah kept the towels around her for the rest of the game while I tried to pretend not to notice and focus on my job.
I observed the court, looking for wet spots that I’d have to clean up. I also noted that we were now up 12-10 and the 5th set was to 15 points, so we were close to winning. Jasmin served the ball and it was immediately returned. Mia dove for the ball and managed to keep it going, though when she stood up I saw I was going to have a job to do. Daniela set it and Charlotte rushed up to spike it and we won the point. I saw as Charlotte landed from her jump trickles burst out of her shorts and ran down her legs. She rubbed her legs together casually to hide the evidence and her volleyball shorts didn’t really give anything away, aside from a momentary glistening. I quickly mopped up where Mia dove and stopped by Charlotte and also dabbed at a couple tiny puddles by her. She looked embarrassed that I’d noticed, since usually I’m only supposed to towel after people dove.
The next rally, Leslie and Jasmin left puddles on the ground as they each returned the ball. Neither acknowledged it, as the pressure of the game depending on mostly rookies made them focused. We were now up 14-10 and about to win. However, the nerves were getting to the players and we lost the next two. I saw Daniela was nervously pacing during down time and jiggling her legs - out of nerves or desperation, I didn’t know. In fact, despite no strenuous activity, after the other team scored their 12th point, I saw trickles flow down Daniela’s legs. I don’t know if she noticed she was wetting herself, because she seemed extremely nervous about the game. Aveline, too, had her butt tightly clenched like Lauren was earlier, which was slowing her down. The next rally, Aveline jumped to block a hit and was successful, but when she landed I heard a clear fart ring out. No one acknowledged it, nor would anyone but me really notice who it was, but I knew. They managed to return it though and it went in an awkward spot with no one present, so Daniela dove for it even though she was the setter. She successfully saved it and Mia quickly set it haphazardly, but it was enough for Jasmin to hit it and we won the rally, which meant we won the match 15-13. Everyone jumped up to cheer except Daniela who stayed on the ground. I ran over to check on her and realized she was just fully peeing laying down on the ground, frozen in embarrassment. I mopped up around her and awkwardly patted her back to comfort her. She eventually got up, gave me a nod while her cheeks were bright red in embarrassment, and I finished cleaning up her area. On the court and crouching, I was eye level with people’s crotch and I saw Eva had a trickle burst out. She grabbed her crotch and ran off court, her legs glistening as she ignored the celebrations and high fiving. I’m sure people in the audience knew why she ran off court, but no one knew she was already peeing besides me. As the players shook the opponents’ hands, I saw Aveline had the first hint of a bulge appear through her tightly clenched ass. The moment she was done shaking hands, she too rushed to the locker room, the bulge growing ever so slightly.
Eventually, everyone had gone to the locker room and some girls put on sweatpants while others stayed in their shorts. We got on the bus, happy and celebratory we won a tough game. Sarah sat in the back and beckoned me over. Charlotte and Daniela sat in the row beside us while I sat next to Sarah. As the bus took off, Sarah turned to me and said, “You know, the team has noticed how dedicated you are at covering for us.”
I think I knew what she meant but wasn’t sure where this was going. She boldly moved my hand to her volleyball shorts, which were still soaked. “You know what I mean.”
I looked over and saw Charlotte and Daniela were watching with interest. They nodded at me, agreeing with Sarah. Sarah continued. “I think you deserve a reward for your hard work… and for keeping our… incidents… a secret.”
Sarah moved her hand over to my sweatpants. Sarah kissed me and she soon felt my reaction as she slipped her hand inside my sweatpants. I moved my hand on her shorts to her crotch and began fingering her. The wet fabric felt amazing. She took a moment to guide my hand inside her elastic shorts and I felt her thong underneath - most players didn’t wear any underwear at all, but I discovered over time Sarah always wore thongs. I fingered her through her wet thong as she gave me a handjob. I glanced over at Daniela and Charlotte and saw Charlotte was fingering herself watching as Daniela watched with interest as well. This was all overwhelming and I quickly came right into my sweatpants. Fortunately, that helped me get Sarah to cum as well, and I felt a few more leaks spurt out of her onto my hand. I slipped my hand out and Sarah panted as she looked down at the wet spot in my sweatpants. “Now we both have wet pants…”
Fortunately, Sarah did me the service of standing right in front of me when we had to get off the bus. But that wouldn’t be the only sexual thank you I got from a player. At another game, Michelle was feeling unwell and spent downtime clutching her stomach. At one point, she spiked the ball down and as she landed, I saw her cheeks open up and a bulge begin to appear. Panicked, she called a time-out and began to walk off, telling the assistant coach to sub her out. I quickly followed her as I saw the bulge go from barely visible to the size of a clementine. I stood right behind her to block anyone from seeing. We got to the women’s locker room and now out of sight of anyone, she bent over and grunted as she lost all final semblance of control, trickles of pee running down her leg as the mess grew to the size of an orange. I could hear the crackling and soft farts as it came out. She turned to me, massively embarrassed. “Thank you so much for covering for me.”
She pulled me into the locker room and gave me a kiss. When we pulled away, she noticed I had a rather obvious bulge. She smiled. “Even like this I can still have that effect? Honestly, that makes me feel better. Let me pay you back.”
Little did she know I was aroused because of her accident, not in spite, but she took me back to the bathroom stall and seated me down and pulled down my pants. The sight of her blowing me with a load in her shorts was bliss for me and I came quickly. After, she winked at me and shoo’d me out of the locker room to return to my job at the game while she changed.
Eva and I, too, hooked up once. On Tuesday practices, Eva had to go to a class right after practice. Well, turns out Eva leaked quite regularly in practice and on one particular Tuesday, she rushed over to me and pulled me aside. “I have a big favor to ask of you.”
“What is it?”
She lowered her voice. “Umm… I, uh, leaked and I need new underwear before I go to my class after practice. Could you quickly go buy me a pair? I’ll pay you back.”
I was taken aback, but maybe she asked me because I already knew players leaked on a regular basis. “Ummm… Yeah, sure. But how do I know what kind?”
She took me back behind the bleachers and then lowered her volleyball shorts. Again, most players wore nothing, but a couple wore thongs and boyshorts because those were least likely to leave a visible pantyline. Eva was wearing blue boyshorts and by showing me, I saw the clear visible wet spot on the lower third of the front. She pulled them up again, obviously not modeling to me though I wish I saw her ass in those panties. I nodded at her, though, seeing enough to pick out a similar pair.
When I was back, Eva was sitting on the bench while the younger players had a scrimmage, so she quickly stepped out without the coaches minding. When no one was looking, she beckoned me into the girl’s locker room. Inside, I showed her what I got. “Perfect,” she said. She quickly venmo’d me the cost and then said, “I think you deserve a little extra.”
She leaned in for a kiss. “I’ve seen how you look at us players… You want this?”
I couldn’t deny that… I guess I wasn’t as subtle in checking them out as I thought, but at least Eva didn’t think I was a creep. She moved my hand to her ass. She was taller than me but not a stick, and her ass felt heavenly, especially as I could feel towards the lower end a dampness. She soon pulled away and changed out of her shorts and panties and put on the new boyshorts I got her. I noticed the tiniest wet spot appeared since she didn’t dry herself off, but I didn’t comment. She rummaged through her locker for her pants and intentionally bent over, showing me her ass in the new panties - little did she know I wish she did that without changing!
She pulled out a pair of light blue jeans and a towel then turned back to me. “Before I change, let me take care of you.”
She took off all her clothes and beckoned me to do the same. I was frozen for a moment, staring at her athletic body. Then she led me to the showers, bringing only her towel. She turned on the shower and stroked me off while I fingered her. She came in my hands and I felt another spurt. Fortunately, the shower covered the sounds of her moans, I think. That obviously sent me over the edge. After a moment under the water, she asked, “Was that payment enough?”
“More than enough... “
“Good. I enjoyed it myself. But you need to get out of here now before everyone else comes in.”
I understood and dried myself off and put in my clothes and exited out the back door so no one saw.
The last player I hooked up with was Shelley, and we actually had a more long term relationship. Not officially dating, but we hooked up regularly. What set it off was at one practice she really had to go, but the coach was in a particularly gruff mood so there weren’t any breaks. In between drills, Shelley was crossing her legs and bouncing around. She noticed I was watching her with particular interest, and I’m not sure if she thought I was checking her out in general or because of her desperation, but she definitely started putting on a show for me specifically. She would bend over when she was standing in front of me, pushing her ass in my face. She was one of the three players who wore underwear, and on this occasion I noticed she was wearing a thong, that’s how close she put her ass to me. When she had to move to a different part of the court, she looked down and saw I was definitely paying attention and aroused and smirked at me.
Soon after, they had a drill on spiking. The team captains took turns setting the ball while everyone took turns spiking. Shelley, on her second attempt, let out a trickle as she landed, the glistening line clear as day to where I was sitting. She looked over and saw me looking straight at her legs. I think it was then she knew for sure what excited me…
After practice ended she came to sit by me, supposedly to grab one of the water bottles I had to pass out to players. As she drank her water, she crossed her legs tightly. “You know… I still haven’t gone to the bathroom.”
I nodded. She continued, “Is that why you’re looking? Because I have to pee?”
I wish I came up with something clever or nicer, like “Also because you’re beautiful” but alas, I just nodded. She didn’t seem to mind. I think she got off on the idea of teasing me and the control it gave her, bizarrely. She was the one about to have an accident, but she had me on a leash.
She sat beside me, bouncing her left leg over her right leg, drinking her water. I looked down and saw her crotch glisten momentarily as another spurt escaped. The gymnasium soon cleared as the other players entered the locker room and the coaches left entirely. She turned to me and said, “Seems you got a problem down there.”
I gulped, a bit speechless and her boldness. She continued, “Let me help you.”
She pulled down my athletic shorts I was wearing that day and pulled down my boxer briefs as well, toying with me with her hands. She then took off her volleyball shorts and thong and sat directly on me and I felt myself enter her. As she rode me, I fingered her clitoris and felt spurts and trickles escape as she rode me. She gasped, “I have to go so bad, but I’m not going to go until you cum.”
I grunted, “I’m about to…”
She rode me faster then, and I felt myself empty into her. I pulled her close and kept at her clit and hearing and feeling me cum dragged her across the finish line, too, her moans echoing in the gymnasium. It also led to her totally losing control as I felt piss gush over my crotch and she emptied her bladder on me.
After we sat there breathing heavily for a few seconds, she got up and pulled up her wet thong and her shorts and gave me a quick kiss. “Thanks for showing me a good time, towel boy.”
She took off while I was still in a daze, unable to respond except to pull up my now wet pants in case anyone showed up. Shelley and I hooked up a couple more times. Once, just for the sake of it after practice. Another time, we were on the bus back home from a game. She and I sat next to each other and she was squirming. She was shaking with effort as she crossed her legs repeatedly and rocked back and forth. Since she knew my secret, I openly checked her out and she saw the effect her desperation had on me. In fact, I’m pretty sure she was obvious on purpose. Eventually, I saw a glistening appear on her crotch despite her tightly crossed legs. Despite her desperation, she saw the reaction I had and quickly began fondling me. She kept leaking in little spurts, her shorts giving it away by glistening each time. Soon, enough leaked that there was a pool of liquid rolling off the seat onto the bus floor. Despite only touching me through my clothes, this sight was heavenly to me and she felt me cum right there. She smirked as a wet spot appeared on my pants, more obvious than her black volleyball shorts. She spread her legs wide open then and let go, finishing peeing right there on the bus seat.
Speaking of bus rides, once I saw multiple players have accidents after a game. This was a long game, too, and to make matters worse the school had closed the opposing team locker room for renovations so we had no access to bathrooms. After the game, we had to immediately pile onto the bus. I sat in the back again with Shelley. It was a long bus ride, too, and I was pretty certain I’d see several accidents. In fact, Shelley was one of the girls who was desperate, crossing her legs as she sat next to me. I wondered if the girls who peed on the court as they played might be at an advantage now, since they had sort of emptied their bladder. I had to clean up particularly large wet spots from Taylor, Lauren, Jessica, Charlotte, and Whitney today.
Those players, alongside Devin and Michelle, were sitting up front so even if they did have an accident, I wouldn’t be able to see. However, word did get back to us about halfway through the ride that apparently Jessica had peed on the bus. I had to wonder if Jessica’s bladder was the size of a walnut, since she was always peeing in-game and now was the first to lose it.
Across from Shelley and I were Sarah and Eva. Meanwhile the seats in front of us were Daniela, Aveline, Jasmin, and Mia. I couldn’t see Daniela and Aveline because they were directly in front of us, but I could see Shelley was bouncing her legs (and I could feel it, sitting next to her!) while Sarah had her legs tightly crossed as she gripped the edge of the seat with her hands. Eva was hunched over, arms around her stomach. I could imagine she didn’t just have to pee. Jasmin and Mia were visible too, with Jasmin looking stiff as she grabbed the seat in front of her and avoided moving too much and Mia had her hands literally in her crotch.
As the bus ride went on, I could literally see Shelley leak over time. Since she knew about my… preferences… I openly looked as she wiggled her legs and moved one over the other. She didn’t slow down her fidgeting when a pool of piss appeared, collecting together momentarily because of her legs being tightly crossed. She uncrossed and it disappeared into the seat. A few minutes later, another spurt came out, this one rolling off the seat a little. I looked past Shelley and could see the seat under Sarah had trickles flowing out, too.
A couple minutes after that, I could hear a trickle but didn’t see anyone beside me lose control (other than a renewed glistening from a spurt from Shelley). I looked down, though, and saw a growing puddle from the seat ahead moving towards me. I couldn’t tell if it was Daniela or Aveline but one of them must have given up. Mia must have seen and joined whoever it was in giving up, and I could see her spread her legs apart as she peed freely through her black volleyball shorts. The sight of two girls letting go was too much for Sarah, who despite her tightly crossed legs and thrusting her hands in her crotch, began letting go in spurts. I could tell because the puddle around her ass grew in bursts and trickles fell from the seat in waves. Eva stood up to avoid the puddle but this was a mistake as I saw the beginnings of a bulge appear now that she wasn’t sitting down. She froze in panic as the bulge grew. The loss of control also led to her leaking as wet streaks began to form on her legs. Soon, there was a very obvious, orange-sized bulge in Eva’s seat and she didn’t dare sit back down on it, spending the rest of the ride leaning on the seat in front of her. No one else commented, though, understanding the circumstances. Shelley, too, let out a couple more spurts, but it seemed she let out enough to hold it.
Soon after, we pulled back into our campus and girls raced off the bus to get to the bathroom. Sarah shielded Eva from behind in case there were people out and about and they got out quickly. Shelley smirked at me, knowing I was also in a compromising position with an obvious boner and she stood in front of me. The ladies like Shelley that just peed themselves were pretty safe from incriminating evidence since the black volleyball shorts weren’t too obvious, though I felt bad for whoever had to clean the bus. Shelley stood in front of me, protecting me from being caught as the pervert I was. Daniela, Jasmin, and Aveline got out in front of us, and I could tell from the faintly darker patch it was Daniela that had peed earlier in the seat in front of us.
As we shuffled off the bus, I could see trickles roll down Jasmin’s legs, subtle but clear she was leaking. When we stepped off the bus, the large step caused a spurt to escape straight between her legs and onto the pavement below. Additionally, I could see Aveline’s butt was clenched, volleyball shorts hiding nothing. Usually we’d have some sort of debrief after the game, but the head coach wanted to go home and the assistant coach understood our suffering so they let us go straight home. Jasmin raced to the nearest campus building, a couple lines of glistening and small dark patches on the cement following her.
Shelley said, “”Want to come to my place?”
I happily agreed. She lived in an apartment just off of campus. We began walking there and I was happy it was after hours on campus so few people were around, since my arousal had not yet abated. It wasn’t going to, either, as I saw Aveline ahead of us. I realized Aveline lived on the same block as Shelley and we were walking toward the same place. She was walking with smaller steps than usual, and it didn’t take long before we caught up. When we did, I could see just the faintest point, like the tip of a finger, sticking out of her. She realized soon after we were by her. “Oh, hey guys…”
Shelley asked, “Umm, you okay?”
“No, I don’t think I’m going to make it home…”
Shelley was encouraging. “You got this! And if you don’t, I already halfway peed myself on the bus so you’re in good company.”
Aveline responded with a low fart and I saw the bulge move and get just a little bigger. Aveline looked embarrassed for a moment then giggled. She said, “I bet all those boys checking us out at every volleyball game wouldn’t expect me to do that.”
I thought to myself, well… You’d be surprised… but I kept to myself. There wasn’t enough room on the sidewalk for us to walk three abreast so I stood behind Shelley and Aveline, which did me the added bonus of hiding my perverseness and allowed me to see both their asses clearly, something I was not complaining about. Shelley was shorter and more curvaceous, her ass a feature many guys liked. Aveline was, as a blocker, taller, and she was on the skinny side. But they were both beautiful, athletic, and right now, desperate. Shelley began talking to Aveline about school to distract themselves, and I honestly tuned out the conversation as I focused on what was in front of me. Aveline successfully held it for another couple blocks, but as we turned the corner to get to our destination street, Aveline froze for a second and bent over. The bulge grew to the size of a golf ball, now obvious to anyone looking, and a trickle went down her left leg. She began racing down the street, the bulge growing in size as she speed-walked and another trickle following. She yelled, “See you at practice tomorrow!”
Then she left us in the dust, though I could still see the bulge by the time she was at her apartment door, since it was so much bigger by then. Shelley and I were left momentarily stunned at the sight before she pulled me along to her door, which was closer to where we were. We got to the front door of her apartment and she turned to me. She looked expectantly at me and I wondered what she wanted until I heard the tell-tale pitter patter of urine splattering on concrete. I looked down and could see the streams rolling down her legs as she spread them apart so they’d fall at her knees rather than in her shoes. I could literally hear the hissing of urine being pushed out of her body. I stared, entranced, and when she was done I pulled her close and kissed her. She returned the kiss then unlocked the door and dragged me in. We had a good night.
The last story I have from this team is my favorite. We had a party just for us - no coaches, no non-team members, just the players and myself. We made it to the playoffs for our division and got further than our school had gotten in a decade. The tryouts worked and the new players had blossomed into strong assets. We were all in happy, contented moods. In fact, the team we lost to finally actually won the whole division tournament - so there was no shame in who we lost to, either.
Sarah, Michelle, and Eva lived together and they hosted the party, as the outgoing seniors and team captains. They also had the biggest place, a three bedroom house. Given the small group, Sarah, Michelle, and Eva provided some party snacks while the rest of us brought alcohol. I came in with a couple six packs of beers. Michelle greeted me and showed me where to put the alcohol, dressed comfortably in her own home. She was wearing black leggings and a brown tank top. I passed Eva, who was finishing setting up the snacks on a table. She was wearing high waisted jean shorts and a white tank top. While it seemed they were dressed casually rather than dressing up for the party, they seemed to be the responsible ones. I stepped out of the kitchen into the living room and saw the third host, Sarah, who was dressed for the party but decidedly NOT doing anything responsible but was in fact doing shots with Shelley. Shelley was wearing a white crop top and matching white jeans but Sarah was wearing a rather revealing leather outfit, with leather pants and a leather top closer to a bra than a shirt.
I looked to another corner and saw the newbies sipping on beers sitting in a corner. Daniela was also wearing a white crop top, but Daniela’s was thinner and had a lace covering of her cleavage and she wore blue jeans. Jasmin was wearing black pants that were halfway between dress formal and casual, the material like dress pants but the top tied together like sweatpants. She had a brown long sleeve shirt as well. Mia was wearing black leggings and a college t-shirt Leslie was wearing a simple pair of black jeans and a college sweater (matching with Mia), while Aveline was dressed in a green long sleeve and white sweatpants. I guess she was prioritizing comfort and didn’t want to bother to dress up. Certainly, it was more casual than a house party so I couldn’t blame her.
I went around saying hi before joining Sarah and Shelley’s corner, since they were the two I knew best at this point. Soon after I settled in, Jessica, Taylor, Devin, and Lauren arrived, setting down their drinks and taking off jackets and other outer layers. Jessica was wearing a short white dress with thin spaghetti straps. Taylor was wearing high waisted blue jeans and a dark blue with white polka dot top. Lauren was wearing a floral dress. Devin was wearing a purple form-fitting top that was halfway between a crop top and a tank top and had spaghetti straps. Her pants were a dark material seemingly halfway between jeans and dress pants, with a long zipper in the front. The four of them doubled the amount of alcohol on hand and they went to the kitchen to set out their contributions.
Soon after everyone had said their hellos the final guests, Charlotte and Whitney, arrived. Whitney was wearing high waisted black jeans with three buttons in the front and a green sweater with the front tucked into the jeans. Charlotte wore a white t-shirt and a floral skirt that was quite short.
With everyone present, we began some drinking games, some of us playing flip cup on one table while another foldable table was spread out for beer pong. Others of us just mingled and sipped our drinks as we talked. Things went as normal for a while, but people got more open as they got more inebriated. People started admitting to embarrassing secrets or their past hookups. However, things got interesting for me when Sarah drunkenly came to me and put her arm around me. She said loudly, “Hey, I never got to thank you for being the best team manager we’ve had. You always do your job and… You’re the best at toweling up our accidents.”
Devin punched Sarah for being so blatant and crass. I tried to play it off. “Hey, whatever helps the team.”
Charlotte chimed in, herself drunk and swaying. “No, for real. I get so embarrassed but you don’t even seem to mind.”
“It’s really no big deal.”
Taylor disagreed. “You do it without complaints and you don’t tell anyone. It is a big deal. I say we toast to our esteemed manager!”
The girls all took a sip or chug of whatever they were holding. That’s when Sarah chimed in again. “Hey, while we’re on the topic… Since we’ve all peed on the court… We should see who actually can hold it the longest. We should have a holding contest!”
Some looked skeptical. Mia, however, was the first to speak up. “You’re on!”
With Mia in, Leslie agreed, and after her the freshmen all followed suit. Sarah taunted the remaining girls. “The freshmen are down, you afraid to lose to them? Besides, I’m team captain, we should do what I want.”
Sarah was obviously drunk, so Michelle stepped in. “Co-captain. I’m the other captain and your roommate and I say… Let’s do it.”
I was surprised the more serious Michelle agreed to it, but with her down everyone else agreed. Michelle went to lock the bathroom and we went back to our conversations and drinks. Everything seemed normal for the next half an hour and I even almost forgot about it until Shelley sidled up to me and whispered, “Bet you love this, huh.”
I whispered back, “Can’t say I’m complaining. But I am also hoping to win.”
Shelley laughed. “We’ll see… Look, some girls are desperate already. Look at Jessica.”
Jessica was shifting her weight between each leg repeatedly, sometimes raising and lowering each foot as a fidget. I wasn’t surprised to see her desperate first - she seemed to have a bladder the size of a walnut at games and practices.
Shelley and I stood to the side together observing the crowd. The others were carrying on like it was a normal party, chatting over drinks and occasionally dancing in the center of the living room where Sarah had set up a dance playlist. No one seemed to be cutting back on alcohol or taking the contest too seriously yet, but Shelley soon pointed out Taylor was also crossing her legs as she chatted with Lauren. I noted Lauren was tapping her foot, a little more subtle than Taylor. Soon after I pointed out to Shelley that Devin and Jasmin were talking with both women sitting on the couch and their legs tightly crossed, with Jasmin openly holding her crotch while Devin rocked back and forth a bit.
In another corner, I noticed Mia and Whitney approaching Michelle together. I imagine they were asking for the key but Michelle shook her head no. Sarah came by and reinforced Michelle before dragging the two reluctant women to the dance floor. Shelley and I gave each other a knowing look and giggled. Also dancing was Charlotte, and as she danced I saw her short floral skirt bounce up a little. I caught glimpses of her purple thong - not much to stop any leaks! Which, looking at her, seemed to be inevitable as she sometimes stopped dancing to cross her legs or bend over.
I said to Shelley, “Seems half the crowd is desperate already.”
Shelley replied, “We didn’t even go beforehand, so I’m not sure this is even a fair contest.”
I nodded. “True. But what are you saying, you afraid to lose?”
Shelley laughed at my attempt to banter. “I pee my pants in front of this crowd every practice, who cares. By the way, how desperate do you think you are?”
I thought for a moment. “Hmm… Like a 5. I can feel my bladder but I don’t really need to go. You?”
“Maybe a 6. In normal circumstances if I didn’t have anything to do I might go pee but definitely not desperate. Unlike some people.”
We both looked at Jessica, who was now double crossing her legs as she stood, bent over a little in her white dress. I couldn’t stand and stare like a pervert forever, though, and Shelley took me to the dance floor to dance with her. I think at this point, despite having hooked up with Eva and Sarah previously, people on the team knew Shelley and I were unofficially sort of an item, and some other girls cheered us on as we danced. I certainly wasn’t a very good dancer compared to a bunch of college athletes, but I enjoyed myself nonetheless.
After a couple songs, I glanced around and saw the first signs of leaking from Jessica, who had two glistening trails down each leg. I whispered in Shelley’s ear to take a look and she nodded, seeing the evidence as well. Soon after, Taylor turned a little. She was sideways to us, but now that she was facing towards us I could see a wet patch on her crotch. Taylor crossed her legs and placed her hands in front of her crotch, hiding the evidence as she talked to Lauren and Devin. Jessica was in a corner with Charlotte and Whitney, and unlike Taylor Jessica made no move like she even acknowledged having leaked.
After another song, Shelley and I were tired and made for one of the drinking games. Shelley dragged some of her teammates over to play flip cup first, and she and I joined forces with Jasmin. Shelley approached Taylor, Lauren, and Devin to play - Taylor politely declined but stood by the table while Lauren and Devin joined us. Charlotte joined in as well, with Whitney and Jessica standing by to observe their friend.
After a few minutes of setup and rounding people up, Shelley and Lauren began, both draining their drinks and then attempting to flip the cup correctly on the table. Lauren was standing with her legs crossed and fidgeting as she attempted her flips, slowing her down and soon it was Jasmin’s turn, who struggled a little to drain her beer as an inexperienced freshman. Lauren finally succeeded and Devin drained her beer like a pro, catching up to Jasmin. As Lauren finished her final flip I noticed she had a glistening trail below her dress down to her foot on her left leg. Devin, however, finished without incident and Charlotte was next. Charlotte, too, seemed to dance a little as she worked to drink while Jasmin finally successfully flipped the cup. I drained my beer and Charlotte and I began flipping at the same time. We both struggled to accomplish the task, Charlotte distracted by her desperate need to pee and me distracted by keeping one eye on her legs. I finally accomplished the flip and looked up to see Charlotte frozen for a second before attempting one more flip. She did it correctly but too late, and when she stood up I could see her knees were wet and there were a couple small wet spots on the hardwood floor.
I also glanced over at Taylor and Jessica while they watched and noticed a renewed glistening on Jessica’s legs and that Taylor’s wet spot grew too big for her hands to hide it completely.
We all agreed that flip cup was too heavy on the drinking for our circumstances and decided to switch to beer pong. Shelley and I worked to set up beer pong while the others had various potty dances while they waited.
We kept the same teams except Charlotte got Whitney to sub in for her as Charlotte’s desperation increased. Beer pong was a decidedly good choice in that there was less drinking but it took longer, so I could observe the opponents’ desperation.
A few rounds in, and I thought I saw a momentary darkening on Whitney’s crotch as she threw the ball. She looked sheepish and crossed her legs after her throw, keeping her hands down and in front of her which seemed to give it away that she leaked. It seemed Whitney was just as desperate as Charlotte, who had subbed out. I glanced over at Charlotte and saw that despite how badly she needed to pee, she was on the dance floor again. I looked back and saw Jasmin ready to go and she crossed her legs for a moment before taking her shot, showing her first sign of desperation. As Jasmin shot, I noticed an expanding wet spot on Taylor’s jeans before it was contained. She continued standing stoically as if she wasn’t slowly losing control, though.
Devin went then I shot and missed badly and waited for Lauren to go. I had one eye on Lauren, who I knew leaked earlier, with one leg on Charlotte on the dance floor. It was Charlotte who showed signs of losing it more first, as she jumped around on the dance floor. Her skirt momentarily rose up and I saw her purple thong had a clear dark patch on the front. Her legs seemed wet and I wondered if she was just slowly peeing as she danced. Given the occasional drink spills and constant footsteps, unless she let it all out at once it would be hard to notice anything on the floor.
After Lauren went, during Shelley’s turn, I glanced over at Taylor and Jessica. Taylor’s wet spot was continuing to grow in short spurts, now reaching down her thighs, while I saw a puddle growing at Jessica’s feet. I didn’t see any streams between her legs but both legs seemed wet. I guessed she had let go slowly so it would trickle out and roll down her legs, causing less of a scene.
Whitney leaked again when she threw the ball, though the dark spot wasn’t obvious on her already dark jeans. It was then Lauren who peed next, though hers was more than a leak. As Lauren waited for me to take the shot, she froze and gripped her dress before hurriedly putting her legs apart and pulling her dress away from her crotch. I saw a stream go straight to the floor (also I missed my shot, unsurprisingly) and she gave up and fully let go, peeing right at her side of the table.
Slowly, the room realized and noticed that particular accident and cheers and applause rippled through the room, which made Lauren crack a smile and seem less embarrassed. As she finished peeing, Michelle said, “Looks like we have the first person down!”
Charlotte shook her head and said, “Actually, I peed as well.”
Everyone turned to her. Charlotte sheepishly raised her skirt, showing everyone her darkened and soaked purple thong. People cheered again and then Michelle said, “We’re gonna have to come up with a way to track this. Hang on.”
Michelle disappeared for a moment and reappeared with a whiteboard. She wrote down everyone’s names and crossed off Lauren and Charlotte’s names. She wrote down the time next to Lauren as well - 11:07 PM.
“Charlotte, what time did you pee?”
“Like 5 minutes ago.”
“Perfect. Did anyone else pee?”
I looked over at Jessica and Taylor. Taylor’s jeans at this point were soaked to the knees and she realized she had essentially lost the battle already. As they both sheepishly raised their hands, Taylor fully let go, the dark half of the jeans expanding down to her feet. Jessica, too, pulled up her dress for a moment, showing wet full cut white panties. The wet patch made it partially transparent, too, and the image of her transparent underwear was seared in my head.
Everyone saw Jessica show her underwear and Taylor finish wetting herself and cheered them on. Eva went to grab a towel to help people clean up the now numerous puddles on the floor. Michelle finished writing on the board and it now read like this:
Jessica - 11:03 PM
Whitney
Taylor - 11:04 PM
Lauren - 11:07 PM
Charlotte - 11:02 PM
Devin
Jasmin
Mia
Eva
Leslie
Aveline
Shelley
*redacted (me)*
Sarah
Daniela
Michelle
Michelle proudly stuck the magnetic white board to the kitchen. Slowly, the room returned to party festivities, and with everyone cheering and normalizing the accidents, the more embarrassed Jessica and Taylor rejoined the party fully, despite Taylor’s visibly wet jeans. They both now joined Charlotte on the dance floor.
Meanwhile, our beer pong game continued with Whitney and Jasmin crossing their legs and fidgeting as they waited their turns. Lauren, after wiping up her puddle, was poking fun, telling them to just let go and talking about how relieved she was. At the end of the game, which Shelley, Jasmin, and I won, Lauren bantered with her teammate Whitney for a bit, saying they lost because she was distracted. Lauren said, “Let go, you’ll feel so much better!”
Lauren then lifted her dress to show Whitney her soaked underwear, white cheeky panties. She was facing away from me so I saw the lower one third of the back was wet. Whitney giggled and said, “Honestly, I don’t think I can hold it any longer.”
Whitney stood there and spread her legs a little and let go, her existing wet spot growing as her dark jeans became darker and shinier. The pee streamed down her jeans and began forming a puddle on the floor and Lauren went to grab a towel for her. I stared before Shelley noticed and dragged me away, not wanting me to be so obviously mesmerized. Whitney then went to cross her name off and write “11:18 PM” next to her name.
Shelley asked, “How bad do you have to go?”
“Hmm… a 7 I’d say. I could definitely go but it’s not quite an emergency yet.”
“I’m at an 8. I can feel the urge pretty strongly. In any normal situation I’d probably go now. Who do you think is losing it next?”
“Definitely Jasmin.”
Jasmin seemed at a loss of what to do next, standing by the beer pong table with her legs crossed and hands at her waist. Devin, too, actually, seemed to pee dance in place by Whitney and Lauren, no doubt her desperation worsened by seeing Whitney pee her jeans. Shelley noticed that. “I’ll say Devin then. Let’s see who’s right.”
It didn’t take too long of waiting to find out. After a little bit longer, Jasmin hurried over to Michelle and whispered something urgently in her ear. Michelle was nodding thoughtfully then said something back that Jasmin didn’t seem to like. Michelle announced to the room, loud enough to hear over the music, “Attention! We need to make a decision about the contest.”
She waited for everyone to settle down before continuing, “What if someone has to poop? Do we let them go or not? Let’s put it to a vote. Everyone that says yes, raise your hand.”
Jasmin immediately raised her hand, followed by Mia and Eva. I imagine that would make them the women that had to poop. Michelle said, “Who says no?”
Everyone else raised there hand. Michelle turned to Jasmin. “Sorry, majority vote.”
Jasmin groaned and in front of everyone, fully let go. Her black pants became drenched quickly as piss raced down her legs. From where I was, I couldn’t hear or see anything about her messing herself, but when she turned around to cross off her name on the list, I saw a clear bulge that was more visible when she was walking as her pants tightened mid-stride. Jasmin crossed off her name and wrote 11:25 PM for the time. Other girls went to comfort her and bring her drinks to cheer her up.
I turned to Shelley. “I guess I win.”
Shelley said, “Not so fast…”
I looked over at Devin. She was standing in a corner by herself and there was a puddle forming at her feet. She was also wearing black pants, though they showed the glistening of urine less obviously than Jasmin’s. In addition to her sneakily peeing, I saw her tight purple tank top clearly showed her small breasts and nipples at attention - I was unsure the reason but could hope, since the room wasn’t exactly cold.
Despite no one noticing her peeing, she dutifully crossed off her own name and went to grab a towel. Shelley whispered to me as I stared, “Umm… You’ve got a tell right now.”
I looked down and was embarrassed to see how obviously I was turned on. She dragged me to the couch before anyone noticed and sat me down, then sitting on my lap. I put my arms around her waist and we just looked like a normal couple at a party. Little did anyone know Shelley was hiding my arousal (and aiding it as well, squirming on my lap!).
Soon after we sat down, Shelley pointed out Mia was urgently potty dancing. After a few moments of dancing, I swore I saw a tiny bulge appear in the back of her black leggings. Mia turned around, now facing us, and was speed walking to the couch. I could see a momentary reflectiveness on her crotch as she must have leaked as she walked. She sat down beside us on the couch. Shelley gave her a look. “You good?”
She confessed to us, “I’m gonna lose it… I’m turtleheading. Hoping sitting will help…”
After a few moments of her bent over, holding her stomach and pressing her ass into the cushion of the couch, it was clear she could hold it no longer. She raised her butt just slightly from the cushion and I saw a bulge immediately begin forming, the black leggings showing every detail as it escaped. I saw her crotch glisten too as she involuntarily peed a bit. She didn’t pee entirely, though, until she was finished pooping, then she gingerly stood up and felt the bulge, showing us a clear orange-sized bulge drooping down towards her left thigh. It was clear she was wearing a thong or g-string of some kind, so it was just the tightness of her leggings holding her load in place. She then let go of her bladder now that she wouldn’t soak the couch cushion and it raced down her leggings. Shelley went to cross off Mia’s name at 11:32 PM then came back with a towel. Mia mopped up her puddle then set it down on the couch before sitting on the towel. She grimaced as she felt herself flatten her load. She looked down at me and noticed I was aroused. “Shelley showing you a good time, huh?”
My ears burned red with embarrassment but I’m glad she didn’t know the true cause of that erection… Shelley sat back down on my lap and intentionally rubbed her ass against me as she felt how turned on I was. Despite the awkwardness of my arousal and Mia’s accident, eventually Mia, Shelley, and I fell into a casual conversation and things returned to normal.
A little while later, Sarah and Michelle gathered everyone in the living room. Sarah drunkenly announced, “We still have 8 people in the running and we want to raise the stakes. We want to have a challenge!”
Michelle took over, Sarah being too intoxicated to explain. “The first challenge is going to be a yoga session run by me.”
Michelle actually had a side gig as a yoga instructor, so she had some credibility on this as well. 5 remaining other 6 competitors agreed to Michelle and Sarah’s challenge and the ladies who already had accidents stood around the edge of the living room. Leslie, however, announced, “Yeah it’s not worth trying to hold it through this.”
Leslie spread her legs apart slightly and let go, peeing for a minute through her black jeans. We all watched as the puddle below her grew, with some girls cheering her on. As she cleaned up, the remaining five took our positions behind Michelle, who started us off on some breathing exercises before moving into various stretches and poses. I was hilariously out of my depth as a non-athlete and yoga can be surprisingly intense but I was also enjoying myself, watching everyone drunkenly try to keep their balance as they did various yoga poses.
During the triangle pose (legs spread apart and leaning to one side), I saw the first evidence of the toll of yoga. Aveline’s white sweatpants hid nothing as a dark patch appeared, her pantylines from her full cut panties very visible. She didn’t totally let go, though, and we moved to a different pose. We got to child’s pose (Balasana for cultured people), which involved laying down as if praying and stretching the hands forward. I was in the back, so that pose was just everyone’s ass pointed at me. As we held that pose, a fart rang out, though I wasn’t sure who it was. Eva shuffled uncomfortably after, so I suspected her. Frankly, farting in yoga was quite common so I wasn’t sure if it was desperation or the pose. As we got up to stand back up for a new pose, though, I saw Aveline had let a little more go as a small puddle was at her feet and the wet patch went up her sweatpants a bit.
We did a forward fold a few poses later (bending at the waist while standing) and that’s when Aveline lost total control, her white sweatpants sporting grey streaks as a puddle formed. After struggling a few seconds, I saw her give up and stand up as she just let the rest go. Lost in everyone cheering Aveline on, though, was Eva. I looked at her ass in her high waisted jean shorts and could see a subtle bulge forming - not obvious due to the thick jeans, but it drooped slightly to the left. A wet spot, small but visible in this pose, appeared as well.
Aveline stepped out to get a towel and cross her name off and Michelle had us do one more stance, one that westerners called “happy baby.” It involved laying on one’s back and pulling the feet and legs back towards the head. Given the position, it was unsurprising to hear more farts from my counterpart, but since I was doing my best at yoga as well, I was unsure who it was. By the time we stood up, though, it was clear Eva finished wetting herself on top of messing herself and she awkwardly walked to the board with a slight bow-legged gait to cross off her name. Now the board looked like this:
Jessica - 11:03 PM
Whitney - 11:18 PM
Taylor - 11:04 PM
Lauren - 11:07 PM
Charlotte - 11:02 PM
Devin - 11:26 PM
Jasmin - 11:25 PM
Mia - 11:32 PM
Eva - 11:53 PM
Leslie - 11:41 PM
Aveline - 11:50 PM
Shelley
*redacted (me)*
Sarah
Daniela
Michelle
At this point, Shelley, Sarah, and Daniela were all fidgeting and crossing their legs, with Sarah occasionally thrusting her hands in her crotch. I, too, was tapping my foot. Only Michelle seemed stoic. The women who already had accidents watched in anticipation as four of us desperately tried to keep holding on, unable to stand still. A couple minutes into waiting and Jasmin got impatient. She walked up to Daniela from behind, despite her own wet and loaded pants, and put her arms around her waist and kissed Daniela’s neck. Now, I hadn’t known until now that the two were informally dating, but some of the girls on the team already knew and they cheered them on. Jasmin’s real goal, though, was causing Daniela’s downfall. Daniela melted into Jasmin’s arms as Jasmin kept kissing her and had her fingers slip into her blue jeans, unbuttoning the top button. A wet spot appeared on Daniela’s crotch as she was likely distracted from her attempt to hold it. To my surprise and to the cheers of the drunken crowd, Jasmin fingered Daniela from behind right there in front of everyone. I stood behind Shelley, and she backed into me and I put my arms around her. She could definitely tell I was enjoying the show… She whispered, “Are you going to do that to me?”
I was taken aback. “Would you want me to?”
As Daniela moaned with pleasure, Shelley replied, “...Maybe…”
Sarah came over. Her no filter drunken state had shown through all night. “You two should join in! It’ll be the next challenge!”
I was hesitant for a moment but Shelley clearly not only didn’t mind, but wanted me to. I kissed her too and unbuttoned and unzipped her white jeans, the white thong underneath peaking through. I was a bit self-conscious about performing sexually in front of a crowd, but the crowd was very drunk and very into it. Based on Shelley’s moans, I wasn’t doing too bad. I could feel her thong was already wet, though I wasn’t sure from what. Despite my best efforts, though, Jasmin and Daniela’s head start meant Daniela came first, screaming in pleasure as I saw her blue jeans get soaked, her orgasm causing her to lose all control. I felt Shelley grinding into me as I kept up the pace, and the sight of Daniela wetting herself as she came along with Shelley moaning in my ear and grinding her ass into me put me over the edge. I knew Shelley could feel me cumming and she soon followed suit, spurts of piss escaping her right into my hand as she leaned back into me. I looked down and saw the white jeans turn slightly translucent as the urine raced down her legs and formed a puddle. With Shelley’s ass pressed against me, I also felt her cheeks open up and she lost control of her bowels. Having cum, too, my bladder’s urge came back with a vengeance and I gave up, pissing my own jeans as Shelley pooped. Despite the thong, her jeans were tight enough to hold her load in place. It was a strange feeling, the combination of the sexual act plus the loss of control from both of us, plus a crowd that was not only not grossed out, but cheering us on.
After things had settled down, we had cleaned up the mess on the floor, and checked off everyone’s names, Shelley said, “Well, I guess it’s just down to Sarah and Michelle.”
Sarah looked pained in the effort of holding. Her top was barely covering her breasts, so her midriff was entirely exposed. At this point, I could see the impact of holding as she had a visible tummy bulge as opposed to her usual flat, toned stomach. She said, “It’s not worth holding any longer - Michelle can win.”
Sarah let go, the hissing loud enough to be audible in the room. The leather pants showed nothing, but streams came pouring out of her pants at her feet. Additionally, Sarah let go of her bowels and that was visible in her tight leather pants as a bulge quickly formed and expanded. We could also hear the muffled farts and crackling despite the crowd cheering her on. By the end of a minute, a puddle several feet wide was on the floor and the bulge was compressed but still the size of an orange. Her stomach, though, was back to its flat and toned self. We all chipped in to clean it up and then cheered Michelle on as the winner. Michelle beamed, drunk but proud of herself as the person on the team with the strongest bladder. Eva called out, “Now unlock the bathroom and enjoy your victory!”
Michelle shook her head no. She said, “Win and lose as a team!”
We were unsure what she meant until she spread her legs apart and began peeing her pants on purpose, the leggings glistening somewhat but most of the urine coming straight out and straight to the floor between her legs. We all cheered her on as she peed for over a minute. After cleaning up, the board looked like this:
Jessica - 11:03 PM
Whitney - 11:18 PM
Taylor - 11:04 PM
Lauren - 11:07 PM
Charlotte - 11:02 PM
Devin - 11:26 PM
Jasmin - 11:25 PM
Mia - 11:32 PM
Eva - 11:53 PM
Leslie - 11:41 PM
Aveline - 11:50 PM
Shelley - 12:03 AM
*redacted (me)* - 12:04 AM
Sarah - 12:11 AM
Daniela - 12:01 AM
Michelle - 12:16 AM
With the competition over, we celebrated with another round of drinks and the combination of our intoxication and our giddiness after doing something as silly as a holding contest meant no one remembered to actually unlock the bathroom. In fact, not long after that last round of drinks, people began passing out for the night. Mia and Leslie passed out on the largest couch while Aveline passed out on a single sofa chair. Devin and Charlotte knocked out on a loveseat while Michelle got the rest sleeping bags. Jessica and Whitney shared one while Taylor and Lauren took another, the four stripping to their underwear before snuggling in together. Daniela took Jasmin to bed in Eva’s bedroom. Eva and Sarah were in Michelle’s bed. Michelle suggested we take Sarah’s and she joined her roommates. Shelley laid down and was immediately out like a light. I managed to take off my jeans before passing out alongside her.
The next morning, I was the first to wake up. Despite having damp boxers and Shelley’s damp and stained white jeans, we didn’t seem to mess up Sarah’s bed. I shuffled downstairs to make coffee, making sure I did the maximum amount since I was pretty sure the others would want coffee as well.
Downstairs, I first saw Charlotte’s purple thong as her skirt had ridden up while she laid on the couch. It had dried out since last night, but the two sleeping bags were surrounded by puddles. I couldn’t tell who, but at least two people had wet themselves in their sleep between Jessica, Whitney, Taylor, and Lauren. As I waited for the coffee, I glanced over at Charlotte’s thong again and saw them darken. I realized she was wetting them in her sleep right in front of my eyes! I stood, mesmerized, before Charlotte rolled over and her skirt fell back over her thong, though the couch showed a wet patch.
Soon, the coffee was ready and as I poured myself a cup, Daniela and Jasmin came downstairs, both in their underwear. Daniela was wearing purple hipster panties and a matching bra while Jasmin had on similar panties, but red. I thought I could make out a just slightly darker spot representing last night’s accident, while Jasmin’s panties were still loaded given the bathroom was still locked. In fact, that was the first thing she said to me. “I can’t believe the bathrooms are still locked. We were crazy last night.”
I nodded. “I’m sure Michelle will be up soon.”
I poured them both coffee. Us quietly talking and drinking coffee likely woke others up as Mia and Leslie rolled out of their couch and joined us. Aveline was next to get up, her white sweatpants stained a faint yellow. She sipped her cup and complained, “I need to pee again. Is Michelle or anyone else with the key awake yet?”
I shook my head no and Aveline tsk-tsk’d her disappointment. Jessica and Whitney were up next and they gingerly got out of their sleeping bag. They looked down at their soaked underwear, Jessica in her stained white full-cut panties and Whitney in blue ones. Jessica muttered, “This is so embarrassing, I can’t believe one of us peed in our sleep.”
Jasmin reassured them, “Don’t sweat it. We all literally had accidents last night, remember? I’m still in my messy underwear.”
Whitney seemed to be a little less embarrassed, too. “Besides, we probably both peed, not just one of us.”
Taylor and Lauren were awake during the conversation and unzipped themselves out of the sleeping bag, revealing Taylor’s blue bikini panties and Lauren’s white cheeky panties, both also soaked. Lauren joked, “You mean us four peed. It is what it is.”
Charlotte awoke next and panicked for a moment, feeling how wet she was. She jumped up to her feet. “Oh my god! I peed in my sleep!”
Lauren just laughed. “Join the club, that makes you the fifth person last night.”
That made Charlotte feel better and Devin got up as well. I made a second batch of coffee for the six who most recently awoke and Shelley, who came downstairs soon after in her stained brown and yellow loaded white jeans. Aveline asked, “Are the hosts awake yet?”
Shelley shook her head no. “Honestly, I think I heard snoring.”
Devin groaned and she went up to bang on the bedroom door, but no one answered. After we finished our coffees and woke up, I suggested breakfast but the others decided to line up at the bathroom. Charlotte & Whitney said they didn’t need to go, either, so we made eggs and ate them in the kitchen while the others waited for the hosts to wake up. Charlotte and Whitney cleaned up the living room puddles while I went to join the line.
At the front of the line was Devin, who was still in her black pants and tight purple top from last night, which revealed every detail of her breasts and torso. Her black pants were tight but had a long zipper in the front, which she had unzipped. This revealed black panties underneath, and her hands were thrust into her crotch inside her pants.
Jessica, Taylor, and Lauren were next, standing in their bras and panties. Despite all likely having peed recently, I could tell the coffee had worked through their systems as being in their underwear did not hide how tightly they clenched their cheeks. I, too, felt my bowels waking up and knew I wasn’t far off from where all the ladies were either.
Mia and Leslie were next, fully clothed but Mia’s black leggings clearly still bulging from last night’s accident. Jasmin and Daniela were next, both in their underwear, while Aveline was after that. Aveline’s tight white sweatpants showed clear pantylines and Aveline, too, occasionally clenched her ass. She was also openly holding her crotch and dancing around. Shelley was last and beside me, and she was calmer than Aveline but whispered to me, “That coffee worked right through me.”
“Me too. Someone better get Michelle or someone in that room awake.”
The first person to lose control was Aveline. Given her sweatpants were tight enough to see her pantylines, the first bump of her turtleheading then losing control was visible. Over a minute, it grew from the size of the tip of a finger to a golf ball to an orange. After that, she gave up and peed again, her sweatpants translucent and showing her pink panties underneath with a brown bulge. She slumped her shoulders in defeat and waddled away to the living room as others quietly comforted her.
At this point, the bedroom door opened and Michelle stepped out and was taken aback by the line. Girls started shouting at her to unlock the door and Michelle hurried to do so before she rushed downstairs to make coffee. Devin rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door, her pants falling down as she ran in. I got a glimpse of her black panties from behind, but I think she made it.
As Devin was in the bathroom, Sarah and Eva exited too, joining Michelle for coffee. We could hear Devin not only pee, but have her customary morning shit as well. This proved to be too much for Jessica, next in line. I remembered that literally everyone in line had coffee and we all know how coffee affects most people in the morning. Jessica’s white panties hid nothing as a brown bulge appeared. Jessica stood rigidly still, hand on the doorknob, farting quietly as the first turd curled up, creating a sizable bulge. It was followed by a quicker but smaller second turd, this one accompanied by a sprinkle of piss as the bulge was now big enough to push the leg bands away from her skin. I could literally see through the gap directly at Jessica’s load. Her loss of bladder control showed she must have also peed in her sleep, since her bladder was mostly empty.
Taylor’s blue bikini panties showed a bulge too, and by the time Devin opened the door, Taylor also had let go and waddled in after Jessica with an orange-sized load. Lauren’s ass remained tightly clenched in her white cheeky panties, but occasionally it unclenched and re-clenched. At one point, a hint of a bulge appeared then disappeared, and I knew Lauren was holding it with all her might. Fortunately for her, Taylor and Jessica didn’t bother to clean up - merely dump their loads then exit, both of their panties stained but empty now. Lauren hurried in and we heard her let go into the bowl, sort of making it. Listening to someone else go was agonizing, and Mia fully peed where she stood, her leggings re-glistening with her third accident in 24 hours - peeing, pooping, and peeing again. Others gave Mia a sympathetic glance, but I was locked in on Leslie’s ass. Her black jeans didn’t show much, but I swore I saw a hint of movement as a subtle bulge drooped down her right butt cheek. I was pretty sure she had let go, too, but I had no confirmation as Lauren exited in mostly clean white panties (well, stained yellow and with a brown streak). Mia and Leslie rushed in together, not hiding their bodies given their prior friendship on the cross country team as well.
As we waited for them to clean up, Shelley muttered, “Fuck it.”
I looked down and saw she already had a wet spot the size of a dinner plate on her crotch that I hadn’t noticed before. I then heard a very clear hissing sound as she not only let go but pushed empty her bladder, the wet spot growing quickly and racing down her legs before forming a puddle at her feet. I had to go both ways quite badly at this point, but I was frankly saved by my arousal, which stopped me from pissing myself. When Mia and Leslie left, I followed Shelley in and she lowered her now deeply stained white jeans and gingerly lowered her thong over the toilet bowl, finally getting rid of her solid load from last night. She got off the seat so I could pee and took off her jeans and threw away her thong. I stood there, erect penis in hand, and couldn’t pee. Shelley smirked at my problem and instructed me to sit down. “I think I know how to make that go away.”
Shelley mounted me on the toilet seat facing me and rode me as we kissed. After what I witnessed this morning, I knew it wouldn’t take long, but even that was too long for the three women left waiting outside. Michelle impatiently unlocked the door and swung it open but froze at the sight of us having sex.
The shock did a number to them, and I could see facing the door a wet spot blossom on Eva’s jean shorts. Sarah, too, let go and I could hear the piss trickling down her still loaded leather pants and gather on the floor. Michelle had to go a different way, and the surprise caused her to let a fart escape.
That sight did it for me and I came right in Shelley, who seemed to enjoy the attention and came as well. By the time we were done, Sarah had fully wet herself and left to come back later to clean up, her bulge in her leather jeans held together but wobbling as she walked.
Eva couldn’t lower her jean shorts because she had also loaded them last night, so she sat fully clothed over the sink and finished peeing. After cumming, too, my bladder and bowels returned with a vengeance and since I was already sitting on the bowl, I began peeing and pooping without any control over it. Michelle looked extremely annoyed as she stood in front of me while Shelley sheepishly put on her jeans and escaped, leaving me in the uncomfortable glare of both women. An initial glistening appeared on Michelle’s crotch but stopped as she crossed her legs tightly. Eva finished peeing before me and hopped off, leaving Michelle and I alone in the bathroom. I heard Michelle fart again, along with another sprinkling along her inner thighs. She commanded I get off the toilet.
“But I haven’t wiped yet…”
“As if I care. Get out of the bathroom!”
I hurriedly pulled up my boxers and stepped out, looking back and seeing an initial bulge appear on Michelle’s ass in her yoga pants before she turned around and slammed the door shut.
The rest of the morning was uneventful, with the ladies who were able to head home without evidence doing so while the others stuck around and did laundry. I stuck around due to Shelley cleaning out her white jeans, which miraculously worked. No one mentioned accidents again that morning and though my ears burned red with embarrassment around Michelle, Eva, and Sarah, they acted like nothing was weird. With the season over, the job was done, though I stayed in touch with many of the players. We didn’t really discuss or witness accidents ever again, except the occasional mention of a “legendary party.” Shelley and I remained close, though she got a serious boyfriend the next school year and we were only friends after that. I always wondered if those two ever got up to any of the shenanigans we did, though… |
Susan BrouLyle’s Child
Ishigeen
A woman with shiny brown hair with red highlights sat at the kitchen table one more, her hands cupped around a cup of coffee, her green eyes unfocused and staring off into the living room but not really seeing the furniture there, her thoughts back on the night before when she had had her hopes of ever having her own child once again dashed from the finger tips of her longing heart.
“I told you already, Susan,” her boyfriend’s voice echoed again in her head. “If you were to get pregnant from me, that I would be very happy to have a child, but I’m not going to adopt someone that you’d have to spend months getting to know, with them already having some idea of what things are supposed to be like.”
Those words turned around and around in her head. Susan couldn’t have children due to some accident she had when she was a teenager, and no one through the years would adopt for her. No one. Some men even left her when they found out she couldn’t have a child, so her current boyfriend’s stance was not unprecedented. He had already had a child, as she heard it, once a long time ago, and then because of some ugly plan that his old ex-wife had had, her plan all along was to have a baby with someone, and dump them. Maybe that’s why the thought of children scared him. Maybe.
Susan blinked and her thoughts came back to present as she thought about how selfish she had been. It was true, that she was sad and that she really wanted a daughter, but it was even sadder that her boyfriend, Ralph O’conner, had a daughter that he would never see from the age of two. As long ago as Ralph made it sound, she wondered if his daughter was as old as she was. Ralph certainly as no spring chicken, but beyond not wanting to adopt a kid, he treated her right, and quite a bit better than most of the men in her past.
Susan sipped her coffee. She thought about asking him to get a pet, maybe, at least, but for now, she kept that one shelfed. Ralph needed to cool down from their last debate about how a child might or might not bring them closer together.
Somewhere in a faraway city, another young lady was sitting at the table, drinking some cola in the morning, her college books laid by the door, but blue sparkling eyes seemed distant and unfocused. The minutes on the clock were easing by, and the caramel blond girl just sat there, her drink now, really, just having sat for more than ten minutes as she thought about what happened the night before to her.
“I swear, Linda, that girl is lazy and she’s going to amount to nothing, nothing at all. We are wasting good money, trying to send that one to college. You mark my words, she’ll fail every class this semester, and you will be out three grand over nothing.”
Those were the words of her stepdad who actually gained the title about three years previous when he married her mom. It was hard to talk bad about him though because for three years, he had taken care of both mom and daughter rather well, though he was a bit harsh and strict with young Katie.
“I never expected her to call me dad,” the man would say from time to time. “She just needs to understand, while she’s in MY house, she will do as I say or as her mother says.”
Katie breathed a heavy sigh, and for the first time, there was proof that the blond sitting at the table in a purple sweater and blue jeans was not a statue.
Katie looked up at the clock, and cursing under her breath, she ran to the door grabbing her bag and ran out the door, her nearly full glass of soda still on the table.
Susan got motivated, and stood up looking around at the dirty house, and putting her loneliness for a child out of mind for the moment, and took her empty coffee cup to the sink. She closed her eyes for a minute and imagined for a second, what Ralph’s little baby daughter must have looked like. Then she opened them again, and started some dishwater.
“I know,” Susan whispered to herself, imagining she was talking to her tall boyfriend who easily towered over her by more than eight inches. “It must have been really harsh to lose your little Katie that way, but just because your ex robbed you of your baby then, it doesn’t mean every woman you meet would do that to you. I certainly wouldn’t.” Ralph’s blue eyes were held within her mind’s eye for a few moments, and his receding hairline of golden blond on a healthy strong body completed her view of a very handsome man. Sure, he was a little older than most her age would be interested in, but more than his handsome features, the thing that drew her to him most, was his kindness in other ways, and the way he nearly always put her first, except in the opinion of having an adopted child.
He held her seat out for her when she went to sit, and he opened her door for her. One time, she commented that he was like those old fashion people that thought women were weak, but at that time, his comment endured her to him.
“Did you ever think, that all those years ago, when women bore children with no modern relief from the pain, that men did not see creatures to protect because of weakness, that men didn’t see equals because they actually saw real strength that they never wanted to lose? Think on it, you women, even in today’s medicine, you deal with a cut to your abdomen every time you have children, that would kill a mere mortal man. It is that strength, that men need when they are struggling, and it is that, my dear Susan, that I’m protecting when I treat you with kindness and I make sure you are safe, for if something can happen to you, then what would happen to me after?”
Susan smiled on his long rant, and she remembered it. Well, word for word, she probably got a few parts a little wrong, but the gist of it, was all that mattered. All that mattered, was that to him, she was stronger, she was important, and she was everything he needed to right now to feel like a man.
Susan wiped on a plate for nearly ten minute as she thought about those words. Maybe she didn’t need a baby. Not when she had someone like him. He had never lifted a hand to her, no matter how flustered he was with her. He told her to back off before, shouting. He stomped by her, and she was scared to block his path when that happened, but he never so much as shoved her as he stormed off out of the house, and walked off somewhere to cool down. He had a strength inside him that many men proved they didn’t. He had the strength to know when to walk away and as a result, she had never felt his hand lay a bruising stinging hot mark on her tender features.
Ralph was selfish in not giving her a baby, maybe. But he was never selfish with anything else, and when he came back, from his storming off, he acted like he was in the wrong, even the few times she remembered for certain that she was. She could never ask for man more gentle and kind than that.
Finally, she put the last dish in the dish drainer to dry, and she went and poured herself another cup of coffee.
Katie hated that Rick monster that insisted that she acknowledge was her legal guardian even if he didn’t tell her to call him dad. In fact, he seemed to insist that she needed to do no such thing, because just as soon as she graduated college, he was going to make sure her mother stopped supporting her with money.
“Adults go out and get a job, not rely on their parents to take care of them until they are ninety,” he told her bluntly last week, even.
“I know!” the girl remembered saying as she rode the city bus towards the college campus.
“Do you? Because if I had any real say, I’d tell your mom to have YOU get a loan, and let you pay for the rest of your schooling. It’s not like you take your studies serious!”
“How the fuck do you even propose that I…,” and he slapped Katie in the mouth to stop her speaking.
“You little wench. Don’t you dare talk to me like that! You use language like that in front of me again, and I’ll turn your little spoiled ass over my lap and really give you what for!”
Katie had wiped her hand on her mouth and saw blood on her hand from her tooth biting her lip.
“Your mom showed me your high school report card from your last year,” he told her. “The reason you could never get a scholarship was that you had a D in nearly every subject! It’s a wonder this college you are going to even accepted you!”
Katie looked down. “You don’t understand nothing.”
“Anything,” he corrected her language. “It’s you don’t understand anything, and little princess, you are going to find out that I understand a lot more when you get out of school and find you can’t make it because of your attitude!”
Katie sighed and looked down at her blue jeans, thinking. Why did mom have to meet Rick? He was a jerk even to mom, all the time. But mom never seemed to see it.
“If either of you…,” Katie remembered with tears gathering in the corner of her left eye. “… piss your pants before we get home, I swear, the girl that does it will be sitting there all night scrubbing her seat with a toothbrush until you get that stank out of my seats!”
On that occasion, Katie remembered, both she and her mom were outside scrubbing the car seats with toothbrushes just like Rick said, dipping them in an alcohol based cleanser that Rick had cooked up on the spot, and both ladies were wearing soaking wet jeans from having peed themselves, Katie just minutes before they pulled up to the house.
“I hate that fucking Rick,” Katie breathed under her breath at the cruel memory. It had been just the summer before this fall, when she started her college classes, and it wasn’t like Katie or her mom, Linda, went around peeing themselves all the time. They had been out camping at some remote mountain spot, and the mountain road had almost no rest areas on it. She didn’t know for certain, but it felt like she had held it for at least two hours before it became unbearable at the time, and who knows how long her mom had been holding it?
The bus came to a stop outside of one of the campus buildings for the college, and Katie as well as several other students moved towards the doors to step off of the bus.
“Hey, Katie?” she heard her friend, Elizabeth, before she turned to see a black head girl with brown eyes waving at her from not far away.
“Elizabeth!” and Katie forgot all about Rick for the rest of the school day.
Susan finished cleaning up in the kitchen, and she went on to the living room turn, turning on the television, and glancing at it from time to time, she cleaned the living room. |
Merry Christmas and kinky kwanza everybody! I have been meaning to post this story I wrote over two weeks ago and just haven't gotten around to it until now, but since it was a Christmas themed story I figure what better day to post it then on Christmas day itself.
I wrote this story two weeks ago when I was feeling particularly in the mood for my fetish, and originally I was going to do this one about a gross out house or the bathroom Vandals one, as I thought that one would end up being longer, but then I figured if I was only going to write one this month I should at least write the Christmas one, and I thought that this one was pretty decent for what it was as it was one of many parodies of a Christmas Carol that I have written over the years, and this is the first one that I have written for my blog as this is the first one I have written with a desperation theme. You can also read this in my blog at https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/8580.html.
I am pretty happy with this story overall. Under my own name I have written numerous parodies of this particular classic story, and I recently got around to reading the book, and that was probably at least partially what gave me the idea for a desperation themed Christmas Carol parody. I figure everybody has been ripping this one off for years, now it was my turn, and it just goes to show that I can really take anything and make it about women having to go to the bathroom! So I am quite pleased with it and I hope you are as well. And it's not my first desperation themed Christmas story either!
A Very Desperate Christmas Carol
Jill was CEO of a big company that ruled pretty much the entire city and she realized that she needed to cut some costs if she wanted it to be a profitable fiscal year this holiday season.
"Well I guess I could cut the bathroom budget," Jill said as she looked over her inventory carefully. "I mean I've always been an advocate of having enough bathrooms for women, but money is money and everything like that, and besides I have my own private bathroom, a really fancy swanky bathroom at that. So I am sure that it won't matter if I just cut back on the bathroom budget a little bit."
In reviewing her finances more carefully Jill realized that it would be financially advantageous to cut back on the bathroom budget a whole lot more and provide the absolute bare minimum of bathrooms throughout the city, and maybe could even maximize her profits by opening a bunch of pay toilets, even though she always felt that pay toilets were taking advantage of a person's basic need to have to use the bathroom and disproportionately disadvantaged women.
"I suppose that with no other competition in the city that there isn't really much of an option for other women needing the bathroom, but I am sure that I can be forgiven for this, I mean what's the worst that can happen?" Jill said as she suddenly realized that she needed the bathroom rather bad and began getting up.
"Jill," a voice said as she turned around to see a familiar face, it was Mindy Marley, her former business partner, but it looked like she had chains on her body.
"Mindy is that you, I haven't seen you in a really long time on account of you dying seven years ago," Jill said. "How have you been?"
"Jill I am here to tell you something, you are going to be visited by three ghosts tonight," Mindy said. "And I am doing very badly because as you can see I have chains on my body that were the chains I forged in life. We always both believed that bathroom access was a universal right but then we started cutting corners in regards to women's bathrooms, sending lots of people into extraordinary bladder pain. Now these chains have chained me to the toilet that I denied to others in life and if you don't want to suffer a similar fate you had better heed the warning of the three ghosts. And I have to say I am bursting with ectoplasm myself!"
"Three ghosts, well I hope that I have time to use the bathroom before they arrive," Jill said as she began eyeing the door to her private bathroom.
Before Jill could use the bathroom however she saw a ghost come into the room smiling with an evil smirk on her face.
"Who are you?" Jill asked as she looked at the ghost.
"I am the ghost of desperation past who is going to show you how in the past you were desperate for a toilet and complained about how there wasn't one available," the ghost said.
"But speaking of using the bathroom if you'll excuse me I would just like to go relieve myself before we get involved in this long journey and whatnot through memory lane," Jill said but before she could take a step towards the bathroom the ghost grabbed her.
As Jill stood there with her legs crossed she could see that the ghost was showing her an image of when she was a child.
"God dammit I really need a bathroom," Jill said as she went between classes but found that there was a line at the girls bathroom." God dammit there's always a line!"
As Jill watched herself as a younger person going from class to class crossing her legs and wishing desperately that there wasn't a line at the bathroom, and that they would put more girls bathrooms in the school, she couldn't help but focus on the fact that right now she had to pee at the moment as well.
"I remember that, our school had terrible bathroom access and I always wished that they would do something about it, but they never did," Jill said as she crossed and uncrossed her legs.
The ghost of desperation past nodded her head. "You understood then the value of having an adequate number of women's bathrooms and you had never forgotten that, or have you?"
"Believe me I'll never forget those desperate days at school, or the desperate days that followed, all those bathrooms that I really would have liked to use but the line was too long," Jill said.
As Jill squirmed and fidgeted in place the ghost of desperation past showed her scene after scene of her wandering around in public places desperately looking for a bathroom but finding the bathrooms to be closed, out of order or the line to be impossibly long, sending her looking for a bathroom or holding it for a very long amount of time. As Jill watched all of these scenes her own need to go to the bathroom in the present was growing much worse due to the memory and constant reminder of all the desperation she had experienced in the past.
"As your young girl before you achieved success you realized how valuable it was for a woman to have a bathroom, before you had your own private bathroom all the time," the ghost said as it brought Jill back to the present.
"I remember that I really had to go to the bathroom, and speaking of really having to go to the bathroom," Jill said as she crossed and uncrossed her legs and began tiptoeing towards the bathroom.
"Your journey is not yet done Jill, you will be visited by two more ghosts, the ghost of desperation present and the ghost of desperation yet to come," the ghost of desperation past said as she disappeared.
"I'd better get to the bathroom before that next ghost appears!" Jill said as she started running towards the bathroom before another ghost appeared in her path. "Oh please don't tell me that you are the ghost of desperation present, can I just perhaps it up into the bathroom for a minute, I'll be really really quick."
The ghost shook her head. "I'm sorry Jill but I have important things to show you."
"Can I just take one minute to use the bathroom," Jill said as she started pointing towards her private bathroom.
The ghost smiled. "It would be nice if we could all just use the bathroom and only take a minute, but you know as well as I do that sometimes you don't have a minute to use the bathroom, sometimes there is a line that is a half hour long and you just have to wait and wait and wait."
Jill hopped from foot to foot. "I know but I will be really quick using my own bathroom right now because it's my own private bathroom and I don't have to wait for anybody else to use it."
Before Jill could run into the bathroom the ghost of desperation present grabbed her by the arm and began showing her a scene in the center of town. Jill could see what looked like an enormous bathroom line snaking around the corner.
"Mommy mommy I really have to pee!" a young girl named Tanya said as she grabbed herself and danced from place to place as Jill watched her while crossing her own legs and shifting in place.
"You're not the only one," Jill said as she began whimpering.
"I'm sorry Tanya but there just isn't enough time to use the bathroom, this line is impossibly long because there is a severe lack of bathrooms in this city, which admittedly is due to my employer Jill who seems to have cut back on the bathroom budget in spite of always saying that bathrooms were an important part of any situation," Tanya's mother Adaline said.
"But you let tiny Tim and tiny Tim's little tiny bladder empty itself in the boys bathroom," Tanya said as tiny Tim came out of the bathroom with a big smile on his face and a thumbs-up looking really relieved.
"Well of course, because there are a million urinals in the men's room so there's never going to be a line at the men's room, you know that Tanya," Adaline said.
"To be fair the urinals were a lot more cost-effective than stalls," Jill said as she grabbed herself and pressed her knees together.
"If I offered you a urinal now would it solve your current situational problem?" the ghost said.
"You're really laying it on really thick here," Jill said as she gritted her teeth and hopped from foot to foot.
The ghost shook her head. "You always hated the widespread availability of urinals for boys, but as soon as you have your own private bathroom how soon you forget about the struggles of women needing bathrooms in the city throughout the day. Do you think that young Tanya is going to get to go to the bathroom anytime soon?"
"I'm guessing probably sooner than I am," Jill said as she crossed and uncrossed her legs and grabbed the hems of her skirt in frustration.
"But let's see what happens with young Tanya shall we," the ghost said as Jill watched as Tanya went through the day going from place to place in the city but finding all of the bathrooms either out of order, closed or the line impossibly long, as she and her mother both got increasingly desperate throughout the day.
"But mom it's not fair, I really need to pee!" Tanya said.
"I know honey but that bitch Jill cut the bathroom budget for the city so now we are all going to have to make do with the absolute bare minimum," Adaline said as Tanya began peeing her pants and crying.
"Oh Christ I have to piss!" Jill said as she watched the urine stream down Tanya's leg and dug her fingernails into the wall, gritting her teeth to the point where she was worried she would grind out her fillings. "But I'm sure young Tanya will be okay, everyone has an accident occasionally, things like this happen."
"Well let us see," the ghost said as she pointed to Tanya's grave. "Apparently she died of embarrassment."
"Oh come on, nobody actually dies of embarrassment, you're exaggerating now!" Jill shouted as she bent at the knees and grabbed herself tightly.
"Okay I'm screwing with you now, she didn't actually die of embarrassment, but it was still extremely embarrassing, and now she's going to have the nickname pee pants Tanya for the rest of her life as her tiny bladdered brother Tim gets to water the bushes everywhere they go," the ghost said.
"Okay I get it, I'm being kind of a bitch, but please for the love of God let me use the bathroom," Jill said as the ghost brought her back to her office.
Jill started hobbling towards her bathroom but before she could she saw another grim-looking ghost wearing a robe and showing no face. It was so scary she almost pissed herself right then and there.
"Oh this cannot be good," Jill said as she pulled at her hair in frustration as the ghost beckoned her forward.
The ghost showed her a scene without even saying anything where it seemed like everybody was celebrating the death of a much hated tyrant.
"Good riddance to the bitch," Adaline said. "If it weren't for people like that my daughter never would have gotten that nickname pee pants Tanya."
"What, are they talking about me," Jill said shaking her head. "Of course they are, calling me a tyrant and celebrating my death because of that seems like a little bit much, don't you think? But I'm kind of wondering how I died now."
"At least she died in a way that was extreme poetic justice," Adaline said. "Apparently after she cut the bathroom budget for the city people started boycotting her businesses and she went broke and lost everything. Then one day while she was going through the city and realizing how few bathrooms there were she got extremely desperate and she held her bladder to the point where her bladder literally burst, and then she died of uric poisoning. A fitting end for someone who betrayed their ideals of bathroom equality solely for profit, and at Christmas time on top of that, I mean really, that's just being a total bitch now."
"Okay I get it, I'm a fucking monster all right!" Jill said as she tightly crossed her legs and began shaking. "I'll totally reform my ways, just let me get to the God dammed the bathroom before I explode and die right here and right now!"
As Jill returned to the present she was so thankful to be alive and not dead of a burst bladder and uric poisoning. She immediately went to the window and she saw a child in the courtyard.
"I say boy, what is today?" Jill said.
"Why today, today is Christmas Day," the boy said.
"Well Merry Christmas, here's a whole bunch of bathroom tokens for the pay toilets," Jill said as she started throwing bathroom tokens out the window. "Spread the word I am going to open the bathrooms and add new bathrooms and I will make the bathrooms really nice and clean, the kind of toilets that you wouldn't really be cringing to put your ass down on in a time of extreme dire need."
Jill quickly ran through the city until she had come to Adaline's house.
"Adaline I was wrong to cut back on the bathroom budget, and I want to make it up to you by giving you a great Christmas bonus and making sure your dear daughter doesn't pee herself and get an embarrassing nickname for the rest of her life," Jill said.
"Wow, what's gotten into you, did you have some type of profound spiritual revelation of a supernatural nature on Christmas Eve or something," Adaline said.
"Yes actually, how on earth did you guess?"
"You just had that look in your face that says that I saw a terrifying vision of things to come and now I want to reform my ways," Adaline said.
"Actually that look isn't just terror at the possibility of a horrible future come to pass, I still haven't used the bathroom and I really have to go right now!"
Jill ran towards the bathroom but before she could tiny Tim ran into the bathroom and began peeing loudly as Jill impatiently waited tapping her foot outside.
"For a boy with a small bladder you sure seem to pee a damn lot!" Jill said as tiny Tim opened the bathroom door and Jill practically knocked him down to get to the toilet in time before everyone heard a loud scream.
Everyone opened the door to find that Jill had fallen into the toilet.
"Tiny Tim this is what I always told you, always put the seat back down," Adaline said as everybody laughed.
Jill shook her head. "Well it's better than dying of uric poisoning I suppose!"
"God bless us everyone!" Tiny Tim said as he started drinking some juice. Jill was going to say he should cool it on the juice before he has to pee again if his bladder is really that small, but after everything that she had been through that day she didn't want to ruin the moment. |
Okay, this has not been edited much, and the next chapter is already in the works, but fair warning, I’m going to leave you on the edge of your seat with this chapter because it was getting so long…
Chapter 2: Opening Night
“Sonya’s cable is airing the new Jane Corset movie tonight!” Dorothy’s excited voice was easy to imagine even over text. “Are you free this evening?” Lola thought for a minute as she took another bite of her microwave biscuit.
“Yeah. What’s the plan?” Drat, now there was grease on her phone. Well, it was a LifeProof case, anyway.
“She’s inviting you, me, and Daisy over for a movie night. We’re bringing popcorn, and she’s got the drinks.”
[to alleviate any concern, all of these girls are over 18, at least some are over 21, and frankly I’m thinking of sodas. If you want to imagine that the older girls are legally and responsibly drinking alcoholic beverages, I don’t have any qualms with you. I’ll try to leave it open]
Finishing her biscuit, Lola cleared away her lunch things. After that was done, she sent a reply.
“Sure. Let’s go for it!” And that was the beginning.
That evening, when Lola signed off, she felt fairly nervous. She had generally avoided this kind of group thing, but here it seemed like nothing could go wrong. No long car rides, no days of shared hotel rooms, no easily attracted attention if she didn’t use the restroom the whole time. Sure, she might miss an intermission, and in that sense a theater movie might have been better, but hey, if she didn’t take some risk, she’d be stuck by herself all her life. Still, it was a risk. Sometimes, on very rare occasions, her bladder had behaved rather unpredictably. Once, in a hotel, she had wet the bed very thoroughly within a minute of lying down and closing her eyes. Something about the soft sheets and the unfamiliar room had linked in her mind with “I should start peeing now,” and that was one seriously pissed bed, and one seriously pissed hotel cleaning manager.
Within 20 minutes, Lola was at Sonya’s house. The dark-furred feline greeted her excitedly at the door, and led her to the living room. Daisy was already there, having walked, but her twin sister Dorothy hadn’t arrived yet.
“She was finishing up a report on wildflowers,” Daisy explained, “it’s been kinda slow progress while writing.”
“Oh, why?” Lola asked.
“Well, she wanted to have a sympathetic viewpoint, so she’s been holding her pee while doing it.” Absolute bewilderment on Lola’s part prompted a further explanation. “It’s a report on the effects of urine on wildflowers. She didn’t want to be judgmental, so she’s made sure to be at least a little desperate whenever writing.”
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Lola yelled, “I’ll get it!” and hurried to get away from the conversation at hand. Already, it was taking its toll, though still able to be completely hidden with a bit of effort. At the door was the pizza delivery bird.
“Two all meats with two LimeLite?” Lola was a bit baffled, but Sonya overheard and came to clarify.
“Yeah, that’s us. I decided popcorn wasn’t quite enough for tonight, and we definitely don’t want to do any extra cooking.” She paid the macaw, and went back to put the soda in the fridge. The bird didn’t immediately go back to the car, however, but rather slowly backed up and looked around. He seemed rather fidgety.
“Is something wrong?” Lola asked.
“Err, uh, no. No, nothing at all. Sorry. Goodnight!”
“Goodnight,” Lola returned, and closed the door. She did peek curiously out the window, however, and saw him hobble into the woods at the edge of the neighborhood, and hop behind a tree. A vehement golden stream emerged a moment later. Lola closed her eyes and gave a sigh of frustration. The urge, which had faded a bit over the past minute, came back full force, and then some. Lola crossed her legs, then almost turned away, before noticing a white figure moving awkwardly up the sidewalk. It was Daisy, and by the looks of things, she was carrying more than just popcorn. The poor Dalmatian was obviously desperate for a wee, and when she also noticed pee-pee pizza bird, it clearly didn’t help much. She made a distressed groan. Lola hurried out to meet her, and took the bags of popcorn, then coaxed her towards the house and the bathroom. Dorothy immediately began talking about the situation, glad to confide in someone. “Oh, thank you! Once I finished the work on my report for the night - it’s about wildflowers and urine, and I…”
“I know,” Lola interrupted, “Daisy told me.”
“Yeah,” Dorothy continued, “ Well, once I was done, I realized I was late, and then I was in a scramble to find the popcorn. Then I remembered I had put it in my coat pocket, but then I forgot to go pee before leaving, and… ooh!” Once the bathroom door was shut with Dorothy behind it, Lola turned to walk away, and was treated to a loud ringing of piss against porcelain, plus the moans of one seriously relieved Dalmatian. Lola rapidly uncrossed and recrossed her legs. Did everyone need to pee right now?!
“Everyone needs to pee right now,” Sonya suddenly said, to Lola’s despairing bewilderment. She hadn’t had this much trouble holding her pee since the first grade when some kids had teased her on the bus, and she’d nearly wet everyone’s shoes. But Sonya finished with something that made much more sense, and some relief. “We want to be all empty before the movie, so we won’t need any intermissions right after it starts, which is in… 10 minutes.”
“Oh, well, I‘ll go after Lola,” Daisy said crossing her legs a bit, “I mean, I do need to go, but she looks pretty desperate. Do you need to go, Sonya?”
“Well, yeah, but I can hold it until…”
“Nononono, NO,” Lola interrupted frantically, “you do NOT want to wait for me. Trust me, I can hold it for at least that much longer. Go on, it’s alright.” She moved behind the two confused girls, continuing to coax them as the line formed. Soon after, Dorothy emerged.
“Whew! Thanks Lola, you’re a life saver,” she said as she passed and headed back to the living room. “Ooh, is that LimeLite?”
Daisy slipped into the bathroom, and thoroughly rinsed the porcelain with a loud jet of urine yet again. Lola whimpered. It was getting out of hand.
“Are you sure you want me to go first?” Sonya asked. For just about the first time ever, Lola considered going to the bathroom ahead of someone else on purpose. She had successfully done damage control when doing it by accident, mostly by pretending to finish peeing, but with how desperate she was, she probably would not be able to stop for a good 5 minutes at least (to put it optimistically), and definitely would be unable to pretend she didn’t have more in her bladder unless she pissed for a much longer time. That would be disastrous here. Her closest friends, suspicious of the secret life of peeing she had been keeping hidden for years. Not even the hotel, with its dozens of staff members who knew about the super soaked bed, had been that bad, because she was unlikely to ever stay there again. But her friends…
“Yes,” Lola definitively answered, almost through clenched teeth, “You go… first.” She was already dancing with one foot of the ground, her paw repeatedly considering and retracting from holding her urethra. Daisy just then emerged from the bathroom, and Sonya went in, still looking in bewilderment at Lola. For whatever reason, Sonya’s peeing was much louder and spray-ier sounding that the two girls before her. Lola could almost feel the droplets of pee hitting her face. Both hands were busy now. She frantically tried to think of something, anything, to take her mind off of peeing. Nothing seemed to hold her attention. It just snapped right back to her heavy bladder, which felt at least a hundred gallons full, and losing ground fast…
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Welp, turns out I did use your plan. I think it’s a lot stronger plot wise, and… well,
Chapter 3: Let It All Come Out
“Sonya, hurry!” Lola yelped, not sure how long she could hold on.
“I’m hurrying! I really needed to pee!” Sonya yelled back from the other side of the door. Why on earth had Lola insisted she go first (also, why was her bladder taking this long to empty)? Listening to Lola’s continuing whimpering, Sonya offered, “Look, just come in and pee in the tub! I don’t mind.”
It took about 1.4 seconds of vehement consideration before Lola decided to take Sonya up on the offer. She scrambled into the occupied bathroom, slammed the door behind her, and shakily stepped into the tub. Pulling down her skirt, she leaned her back against the faucet-opposite tub wall, and let FLY. She panted loudly with relief, sliding limply till her bum contacted the tub floor (which might have protected her skirt from getting wet if it wasn’t already mostly soaked). Pee splashed across the tub floor, gently soaking and warming her feet. Lola couldn’t even think of anything else. She helplessly slid even lower in the tub, spraying her skirt and calves. About twenty seconds later, Sonya finally finished, but Lola was still nearly unconscious with the continuing relief she was having. Had Lola not been there, Sonya would’ve considered her own spray one of the longest she had ever seen in person, but it was getting quickly outranked. One minute later, Lola was still peeing hard. One minute thirty, no change. Her skirt was now completely wet. Two minutes, she was starting to regain her senses, but was not slowing in any regard. Three minutes, Sonya heard someone downstairs switch on the TV, and realized she was just sitting on the toilet waiting for Lola to finish. She pulled her pants up over her knees, but no farther. She didn’t want to move. She didn’t want to disrupt Lola, or miss any bit of this huge pee. But this pee was nowhere near being done. Four minutes, and Lola was still going strong, but was conscious enough to start considering what she should do now. Tell her friends? Maybe. Keep hidden? Seemed plausible. She managed to close her urethra, and attempted and get up, but with a loud grunt she immediately felt the consequences. Pretending it had to do with emerging from the collapsed position she had been in, she struggled to her feet, and reached for her… umm, yeah, she wasn’t pulling those back on.
As calmly as she could without pressure washing the tub walls, Lola stepped out of her skirt and panties, and was about to ask, “Can I borrow some of your clothes?” When Sonya suddenly started peeing again. Lola shut her eyes and clenched her teeth. Sonya couldn’t possibly have any large amount of pee in her bladder after only three minutes. This would be over soon. But as Lola braced to ride it out, to Sonya’s own surprise she began peeing seriously hard, turning her attention away from Lola and to her own bladder.
“Goodness,” she muttered, and went ahead to relax and finish this unexpected encore to both their pisses. Lola heard this, but stubbornly held on, determined not to pee. Her bladder would just have to find a way to cope. But as Lola fought the urge, Sonya felt herself peeing more and more forcefully, and… she felt like her bladder was getting fuller? “What in the…” she mumbled. She was peeing almost as hard as Lola had been, and still she felt the urge to pee even harder. Not only that, but it was feeling more relieving than when she had started! How was this possible?! She was helplessly pissing harder and harder than she ever had before, but at the same time it was getting bore and more pleasant. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take. She started squirming wildly about, and that made the floor area around her get quite wet, but THOMAS O’ MALLEY THIS FELT SO GOOD! She just couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop peeing… Didn’t want to… …
She fainted.
Just then, someone was pounding on the door. “Hurry up in there, I need to pee again!” came Dorothy’s voice.
“Me too!” Daisy was also there.
“What? How can you be full again already?! I was the one drinking all the soda,” said Dorothy.
“I needa pee!” Daisy yelled, also banging on the door. “Please let us in!”
At that moment, Lola’s eyes opened in surprise. Her urge to piss was fading, even though Sonya was still peeing, and… GOOD NIGHT the cat was peeing hard! On top of that, there was the situation just outside the door.
“Lola or whoever, I’m gonna piss in my shorts! PLEASE?!?!” Dorothy yelled to the mystery occupant inside. The urge had come rather suddenly, and Dorothy had immediately headed for the bathroom. Daisy had originally followed to see what was taking the two others so long, and assumed Dorothy was doing the same. But now, both Dalmatians were in a desperate state.
“I… I can’t stop,” Daisy whimpered, and a pelting sound ensued. Dorothy looked, and the poor girl was peeing onto the floor.
“Daisy? Daisy, no! Hold it in!” Dorothy said, beginning to lose control of her own bladder, wetting the paw that was on her panties.
“I can’t help it…” the younger of the two twins cried as she began peeing harder.
“Nuh- n-no!” Dorothy panted as pee jetted through her fingers, saturating her panties.
“I… wanna… pee… so bad…” Daisy whimpered, losing resolve. Her hand fell from her crotch, and she weed freely through her panties, crouching down with weariness.
“No… Daisy… we… must… resist…” Dorothy said, following her sister’s example, peeing on the hard vynil. After about fifteen seconds, though, their respective streams diminished, acoustically replaced by a second stream coming from inside the bathroom. The two finished peeing on the floor, quite dumbfounded. They looked at each-other, then at the two puddles, then at each-other again. A moment earlier, they had felt like they could’ve pissed in million dollar dresses if it would mean relief, and… twenty seconds? They never felt so embarrassed.
Eventually, their attention turned to the door, and what was behind it. Curious, they opened it slowly. What they saw made them feel like they were in Wonderland. Sonya was slumped over the toilet looking like she had had a drop too much catnip tea and gently pissing, and Lola was standing in the tub, half naked, looking very calm and with closed eyes, also pissing, but quite strongly. Sensing the other two dogs, Lola opened one eye, and murmured, “I think you’ll have to start the movie without me. Also…” she shifted side to side, “I need to tell you something. I made you wet your skirts.” The two Dalmatians looked angry and bewildered for a moment, but Lola hurried to add, “It wasn’t on purpose! I’m sorry. I… didn’t mean to, I didn’t even know I could do it. But I…” She looked at her lower womanliness, still peeing, and shrugged. “I guess I have more bladder related powers than I realized.” The two Dalmatians blinked, confused.
Just then, Sonya woke up. “Huh? Where am I? Did I miss the endi… what are you doing half naked in my bathtub, Lola?”
Lola, deciding it was high time she explained, took a deep breath… |
Without much editing, here’s chapter 4: exploring
The rest of the movie night was uneventful, with everyone more or less ignoring Lola’s secret in order to not miss the movie. Lola was quite thankful for this, although she was somewhat concerned that this was merely the calm before the storm. They would eventually ask questions, and she wasn’t sure she could answer all of them. She thought she knew she was unusual before, but having the power to teleport pee to and from other people? That was incredible. But, things weren’t over quite yet. While on urine sentry duty the following week, she noticed something else.
A large family of mice were swimming that day, and they had stopped before for a picnic with plenty of drinks, and so a few of them peed in the pool. After correcting these, however, the rest seemed to take notice, and when the liquids eventually worked through their system, they mostly headed for the bathroom. What she noticed, however, was that she always seemed to be there when they did. At first, she thought this was because they were afraid of her, but then one of the older boy mice peed in the water after she had been hovering around him for a couple minutes. Thinking about it, she had been hovering over him in particular. Did he seem bolder or more mischievous? Well, maybe. But that wasn’t why. Somehow, she just kind of expected that he wanted to pee, wether he would end up leaving the pool or not.
This was going a little farther than Lola liked.
Still, she had a job to enforce the no peeing rule, but more than that, she had a duty to help keep the pool free of piss. As she continued monitoring, she realized that there was something more she could do. Perhaps it was spoiling, but then again, perhaps it wasn’t. So, with comparatively little time left in the work day, she began experimenting. Feeling about, she noticed a dachshund with a slightly full bladder. She moved over next to it. Then the problem struck her. How exactly did she activate her power? How had she done it before? Well, she had started peeing in the bathtub…
“Oh!” Lola had never come that close to peeing in the pool as an adult before. The dachshund thankfully did not notice, but Lola was sure she was blushing. If she had to start peeing to absorb from others, that was no good. But hang on, she had done it before with the girls when she wasn’t peeing, hadn’t she? Or had she just “awakened” the pee on hand?
“Well,” she thought, “if I can make myself want to pee by thinking, maybe other things to do with my bladder are just mentally triggered, and I’m making this harder than it is.” Feeling a bit silly, Lola began imagining pee disappearing from the dachshund’s bladder and moving into hers.
Nothing happened, except she got an urge to cross her legs.
“Bother.”
“Huh, what?” the dachshund asked.
“I, uh, don’t worry about it,” she stammered in reply, but she could see he wasn’t satisfied. With a sigh, Lola continued, “I just tried something, and it didn’t work.”
“Like a pool trick?”
“Sort of, yeah.”
“Maybe you were trying to much to do what you were supposed to, or you think you were supposed to, but you aren’t. Just try how you want to do it.”
“Uhh, are you sure?”
“If you mess up, you’ll fix it later. Well, I mean, you don’t have any hooks like in rock climbing, so you can’t hurt yourself if you mess up. Well, unless you like…” He began making twisting motions and trying to explain various injuries that might occur from very poor swimming techniques, but Lola was already thinking about what he said. Eventually, he stopped. “You know what I mean.”
She laughed nervously, and said, “Okay, I’ll try. Thank you.”
“Okay,” the puppy said quickly, and turned away, embarrassed but happy. Lola took a breath, and imagined the pee moving again, but this time, when she felt the urge to, she crossed her legs. Then she felt it.
It wasn’t much at first, but she was certain she had felt her bladder get a bit fuller. Excited, she kept trying. It would be tedious to describe the slight mental and bodily adjustments she made, but in general, she did get a steady inward flow going, until to her initial confusion then relief, the dachshund’s bladder was empty! Again, she laughed nervously. The dog was still half watching her, so she called out, “It worked, thank you!” He smiled, but mostly he was confused. The lifeguard had just kind of stood there closing her eyes and crossing her legs. Maybe she was doing a breathing thing or something. Wait, he didn’t have to pee anymore? How did that happen? Maybe it went back out from his bladder into his body ‘cause he was holding it somehow? Hmm…
Back to Lola’s mind, she was now trying to decide how best to go about removing urine from potential future pool patrons’ bladders. Should she do it as much as possible, or with some condition? Could she even do it enough to be helpful? Should she do it at all? If she did, could she consistently get away with it? What if someone found out, and exploited it? Exploited her? That last thought made Lola shudder.
“Well, I don’t have to do anything, I think,” she thought as the 15 minute warning sounded. “I mean, it’s not like I’m letting people die or anything, it’s just pee.”
Sometimes the idea that one does not have to assist others has given the strongest motivation to do so.
Lola sighed as she followed the last swimmer out of the pool. “Alright, one step at a time. I’ve got all week to figure this out,” she said to herself as she headed into the showers.
After she got dressed, she checked her phone. There was a text from Dorothy. “Okay, so, hear me out. Pee holding contest, my house. You can help speed things up maybe? IDK if it’s a good idea or not, so if you don’t like it just say no. I just figured we might as well get used to your superpower rather than letting it be an elephant in the room, and why not do it in a fun way? Maybe this is a bad idea, tho.”
Superpower?
”Yeah, okay. I’ll be there.”
Heads on it was. |
Author Note: I added themes that didn't happen yet because well, they will happen in the next part or the part after the next part. Hope you enjoy!
The first part doesn't have a full blown accident. The second part will.
This is a link to the very first story involving Lain. Desperate In The Mall
(It also shows how she looks)
Lain got on the bus and sat down by herself. Putting her messenger bag on the seat next to her so no strangers would sit next to her. She would move it if the bus got too full and someone needed a seat. But normally she preferred to sit by herself. Mostly because if she did have an accident, she didn't want to get the other person wet too.
Lain had a bladder problem where she would get a sudden strong urge to pee and have trouble holding it in and leak. Her bladder would fill up rapidly. Despite her drinking barely any fluids. Lain was always careful on how much fluids she drank. She drank enough to stay hydrated but not enough to be bursting.
Today though she had to drink a lot of water for her doctor's appointment. She was hoping she wouldn't get that sudden strong urge. The doctor had told her not to wear any protection like absorbent pads or panty liners. Which made Lain extra anxious as any urine she might leak would show up on her jeans and panties. The doctor wanted to know how much she could hold in. See how severe her problem was.
To see if she was a candidate for the experimental pill treatment. She hoped she was. She wanted this problem to fix or improve at least.
Lain was looking out the window as the bus drove on. She took another gulp of her water bottle. She already was quite full. But it wasn't too bad. Lain could hold it in as long as her bladder didn't get that sudden strong urge. She took another couple of gulps from her water bottle.
As the bus slowed to a stop at the clinic. Lain stood up and put on her messenger bag. She got off the bus and started walking toward the entrance of the clinic. So far so good. But then suddenly she felt it. The sudden strong urge to urinate.
She stopped mid walk and squeezed her thighs together. Took a deep breath and continued to walk. She really had to go now. Her urethra quivering. She walked a little faster and went inside the clinic. Being greeted by the receptionist.
"Hello how may I help you?"
"I'm here for my doctor's appointment with Dr.Rourke. My name is Lain Peterson. Can you ask him to hurry? I'm really bursting here." Lain said with a blush.
The receptionist smiled "Sure hon, just take a seat and he will be right with you."
Lain took a seat. She didn't know how much longer she could keep dry. She squeezed he thighs together and was constantly shifting in her seat. The extra fluids from drinking a lot of water didn't help either. "Please just wait. I need to wait." Lain begged her bladder.
The door opened and a handsome man appeared in a doctor's coat. "Lain Peterson? Come on back with me."
Lain stood up and had to walk slowly to him. For fear, she would leak. "How much longer do I have to hold it?" She asked him.
Dr.Rourke replied "Not too much longer. I need to hook you up to a machine. See how much you're holding and how your bladder looks when it lets urine out."
Lain blushed "Doctor I don't know if I can wait that long. I'm really close to peeing myself."
He smiled and gestured toward a room for her to go in.
She went in and couldn't keep still, crossing her legs.
"I need you to take off your pants, shoes, socks, and underwear. I'll turn around if you need me to." He said.
Lain nodded and did as she was told. She didn't have time to care if he saw her. Slowly uncrossing her legs, she took off her shoes and socks. Next, she took down her pants and kicked them off. Once she got to the panties part, she was surprised to see her panties dry. But that was short-lived as a spurt of urine leaked out and left a small wet spot on her panties. She quickly pulled them down and stood there half-naked and about to pee herself.
Lain was shaking from the effort of holding back.
"I'm going to put this container below you. Once I connect you and see how much urine you're holding. I will want you to squat and pee for three seconds and then stop." Dr.Rourke explained.
He went grabbed a portable machine with a screen on it and got some wires. Two wires with circle ends that looked clear. He took off the paper on the back of them which had adhesive to stick to skin and went toward Lain. Putting them where her bladder area was.
Dr.Rourke then turned on the screen. It showed her bladder which was ready to pop.
"Good holding Lain, you look about ready to pop. This is great imaging. Now I need you to squat and pee for three seconds for me and then stop. Try really hard not to pee longer than that."
Lain squatted down toward the container. She relaxed and urine went into the container, she peed for three seconds and then stopped. Being in the squatting position made it even harder to hold it in.
"Doctor I think I might start leaking I can't hold very well in this position." Lain said with a shaky voice. She could feel her urethra quivering and ready to leak.
"Pee again for me for five seconds now and then stop. If you pee longer it's okay. But don't let it all out." He commanded.
Lain nodded and relaxed once more. She peed for five seconds but when she tried to stop she found that she couldn't. She sighed in relief. But then remembered what the doctor said and stopped peeing.
"You're doing great. This test is done for now. Stand up and use this towel to dry yourself off. Then you may get dressed and we can talk about the experimental pill."
Lain grabbed the towel from him and wiped her private area as best as she could. She still had to pee and the urgency was there making it worse. But he hadn't said she could leave to use the restroom. She really wanted to talk about the experimental pill that may solve all her problems. She had waited too long for this appointment to let her bladder ruin it.
She put her panties, socks, pants, and lastly shoes on. Lain sat on the chair to talk with the doctor.
"Now I think you would make a great candidate for this experimental pill treatment. You meet all the requirements. I actually want you to start it today. I have it here for you. Go on take it." Dr.Rourke said with a smile.
Lain stood up to take the yellow pill from his hand. That is when a big wave of pressure hit her bladder and she held her herself between the legs instead. She felt ready to flood her panties.
"Oh no. Surely you can hold on a few more seconds? This pill could help."
A blush spread across Lain's face, her legs shaking and struggling to hold back the flood. She felt her urethra relax. Two spurts of urine leaked out into her panties. Then two more until it was constant. She squirmed trying to regain control. Her panties getting wetter and wetter.
Lain managed to stop. A wet spot was on the outside of her jeans on the crotch area.
The doctor handed her a towel to dry her hands off with. Lain grabbed the towel with both hands and dried her soaked hands off. She still felt like she needed to go more. She had her legs crossed.
Taking the yellow pill from his hand, Lain put it in her mouth. It dissolved almost instantly on her tongue. It tasted like lemon.
"Just a warning, the pill does have some side effects. In most, it reduced the urgency symptoms. But some did report a couple of side effects. Which are: Feeling thirsty, A constant pressure on the bladder that gets worse when the bladder is full, Rapidly filling bladder that never feels empty even after peeing. Which can result in you not knowing if you have to pee or not."
"You shouldn't get all the side effects. But I recommend wearing underwear with an absorbent pad just in case."
Lain couldn't believe her ears. Had he told her sooner, she wouldn't have taken the pill. But it was too late now. The dissolved pill coursing through her body.
Dr.Rourke handed her a pill bottle with Lain's name on it.
"I came here for a cure and you're telling me that I could get worse?"
He smiled "I forgot to mention but those side effects are rare. Most don't get any of them. I just needed to say them so you would be aware."
Lain felt the urgency of her need to pee lessen and she uncrossed her legs. Maybe the doctor was right. Maybe she wouldn't get any side effects.
"I wanted to ask you something. Would you like to get dinner with me sometime? I know how unprofessional this sounds. But I would love to get to know you." Dr. Rourke asked.
Lain blushed, she couldn't believe this handsome doctor was asking her out. He also knew about her bladder issues which was a good thing.
"Sure I'd love to." Lain smiled.
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Lain's Dinner Date - Part One
Lain had been taking the pill, Dr. Rourke had prescribed her for her bladder issues for a whole week. She did notice it helped make her urgency issue manageable. Which was great. Lain just hoped she wouldn't get any of those bad side effects that her doctor had mentioned. Time would only tell.
Today was the day of Lain's date with Dr. Rourke. Also known as Daniel. Lain was wearing a green blouse with jeans and flats. Underneath she had on a white bra and white panties. She put on some light pink lipstick. Normally she wouldn't wear too much makeup but she wanted to look good for Daniel.
She looked at her phone. There was a text from Daniel.
Daniel: I'm here, whenever you're ready.
Lain texted him back:
Lain: Be right there. 🙂
Opening the pill bottle, Lain made sure to take the pill Daniel prescribed for her. She put it in her mouth and it melted. The taste of lemon spreading. But then she looked at the bottle for the instructions. Today she had to start taking two. So she popped a second pill in her mouth.
Grabbing her phone and purse. Lain made her way outside. She was nervous but excited. She went up to the red car parked in her driveway. She saw the window on the passenger's side roll down. Daniel smiled "You look beautiful. Hop on in!"
Lain blushed and opened the car door. Getting in and putting her seat belt on.
"How has the pill been working for you?" Daniel asked as he drove.
"I noticed the urgency is more manageable and I'm able to make it to the toilet without any leaks." Lain replied smiling.
"That's great news! I am glad it is helping you. You started taking two pills today right?"
"Yes, I just hope I won't have any of the side effects."
"You'll be fine." He smiled.
They arrived at the restaurant. It was a fancy one. Daniel parked the car and got down from the car. He opened the door for Lain. Lain smiled and unbuckled her seatbelt, getting out of the car.
She and Daniel went inside the restaurant. Daniel spoke to the person at the front and said he had a reservation for two. The lady showed Lain and Daniel to their table. Lain sat down and looked at the menu. She started to feel strange in the bladder area.
Lain felt like a faucet had been turned on in her bladder. She could feel it filling up rapidly. Soon it felt ready to burst. She put down the menu. Unsure if she could even stand up without having an accident.
She felt so full. She had to go so bad. She never had to go so bad in her life. Lain felt her face blush red. She needed to hold it in. She crossed her legs tightly.
Daniel noticed the look on Lain's face. "Lain? Are you alright?"
Lain felt a tingling sensation at the tip of her urethra.
"S-Something isn't right. My bladder just rapidly filled up to the point of being overfull. I-I don't know if I can hold it in. I have to go so bad and if I stand up I might pee everywhere." Lain had tears in her eyes.
Daniel's eyes widened in surprise "You must be getting one of the rare side effects. I need you to let some out into your underwear. If you let some out it might help you make it to the restroom."
Hearing what Daniel said. It was almost as if her bladder understood. Lain felt some pee leak into her panties. It felt so good and she couldn't stop it as a spurt escaped. Dampening her white panties.
She felt more urine escape into her panties in the form of a slow trickle. Dampening her panties further. Lain could feel a small wet spot forming on the front of her panties. Quickly she held herself between the legs and squeezed her legs against her hands. Lain struggled to control herself, but the slow trickle wouldn't stop.
"D-Daniel I can't stop trickling into my panties. It won't stop. I'm scared. I don't think I can make it to the restroom."
Lain gasped as she suddenly felt a heavy pressure on her bladder. "Now I feel a heavy pressure on my bladder. I have to go so bad!"
"Lain it's okay, its just the rare side effects. They shouldn't be permanent, we will just reduce your dose back to one pill." Daniel replied calmly.
At this point, Lain was squirming in her seat. She felt ready to explode. Lain was so scared that she started to shake. The trickle increased to a faster trickle. Lain's heart was beating faster.
She was scared. Fear in her eyes. Lain tried to hold it in. She really did. But the fast trickle that had made a golf ball size wet spot on her panties, combined with the heavy pressure on her bladder, was too much for her. Lain felt her bladder being squeezed like a lemon.
"No..no..not here! Not now!" Lain exclaimed.
Lain exploded into her panties. Urine began hissing out and gushing through her fingers. Onto the chair and onto the floor below. Creating a puddle that kept growing and growing. Until she finally stopped peeing.
Her pants were soaked. But she didn't feel relief. She still felt like she had to pee.
She stopped holding herself and stood up. Looking at the damage.
Without a word, she walked towards the restrooms. Once inside she went into a stall and locked it behind her. Pulling her wet pants down and panties. She sat on the toilet. She felt the urge to pee.
Lain pushed but nothing would come out. She sat there for several minutes. Trying to pee some more. She felt the urge but it wouldn't come out. Lain put her panties back on and pants.
She left the restrooms and saw Daniel looking at her seat. "You really had to go huh?"
"Please just drive me anywhere but here. I still feel like I need to pee but nothing would come out in the toilet." Lain explained.
"Really? I'd like to take you back to my place. We can try and figure out a solution."
"Fine but I need to change my clothes. I brought some in my purse like I usually do. Out of habit. I need a shower too."
To be continued... |
Hello again. I use Melissa as my alias when fictionalizing stories from my real life. Here is a dramatic retelling of the first time I met my fiancé‘s college buddies.
Melissa hears that one of her boyfriend’s friends, Nathan, went home to the east coast for the holidays but is now back in-state. Melissa’s boyfriend, Henry, informed her that his buddy Nathan lived a few cities over, a little under an hour away, and still stays in the same city they and a few other friends attended for university.
At this time, Melissa was working and going to school. While she wanted to get to know Henry’s friends, the day the two decide to meet up happens to be a day where she’s working a “clopen” - work until close, then wake up early to open the store - gotta love retail. She normally would never agree, but Henry was very convincing. He promised it would only be a short hang-out for him to catch up with Nathan and for a close friend to meet the love of his life. Melissa and Henry had only been dating for a few months at this point, but Melissa knew this was her soulmate, the love of her life. So when he said this friend’s only ever met one of his exes before, Melissa knew this meant she was special. Additionally, it was early 2020, everyone aware of the pandemic, and she wanted an excuse to socialize again. Staying in her tiny studio apartment by herself most days was no longer sufficing.
That night, Melissa hastily changes out of her work attire, spends a few moments gussying up, and most importantly, ensures she pees just seconds before hopping into Henry’s car. Melissa’s secret is…she kinda always has to pee. No, not a UTI or kidney infection or anything serious like that. More so, she’s the type of person who needs to pee just from hearing the word “pee”. Someone whose bladder feels every bit of turbulence while a plane lands and every bump in a car on a road trip despite how much she restricts her liquid intake. This coupled with her extreme pee-shyness is exactly why she always peed at home twice before leaving.
She hops in Henry’s car and they hit the road. About 30 minutes pass before she feels a twinge in her bladder. She shrugs it off quickly though because she knows that they’ll arrive way before she actually needed to pee. Although her need was nowhere near dire, she did find herself constantly checking both the clock and the GPS’s arrival time for the next fifteen minutes. They finally arrive and Melissa is a bit surprised to see the residence. It’s a dormitory instead of an apartment. That’s fine, she loved living on-campus back in college as well, but Melissa’s heart sinks upon the discovery. What if the apartment they’re heading to doesn’t even have bathrooms in each room? What if they’re communal? The sound of someone else hearing her stream terrified Melissa, but her bladder was telling her that now wasn’t the time to be picky. While waiting for Nathan to come down and retrieve them, Melissa glances around the first floor, hoping to find a bathroom sign somewhere, but to no avail. Perhaps there was one somewhere on that first floor, but Henry wasn’t familiar with this place. Admitting her need to him would be one thing. But for her first ever interaction with Nate to be - “Where’s the bathroom?” seemed mortifying. She quickly cleared such thoughts from her head and reassured herself that at some point, a chance to dash off to the bathroom would present itself naturally. Finally, Nate comes down and both Henry and Melissa follow him back into his apartment.
Melissa removes her shoes and places her jacket on a coat rack inside. She uses this time to glance around the apartment briefly - still no bathroom immediately visible. Nate and Henry hug before Nate turns to Melissa and they exchange pleasantries. Thankfully, no one seems to know about the half-full bladder Melissa would rather handle sooner than later. Within five minutes of arriving, both Henry and Nate declare that they’re starving and want to grab Taco Bell. They all immediately place their jackets and shoes back on and leave. Melissa had hoped either Nate or Henry would announce they needed to pee before leaving and then she could quickly follow behind. Unfortunately for Melissa, that is not what happened. “No worries” she thought to herself. She barely felt an urge to go anyway.
The drive was fine, no noticeable bumps. Melissa saw it as a bit of a waste to drive fifteen minutes to a Taco Bell instead of just placing a delivery order, but she knew it was probably just her bladder getting to her. She shoved the thought of needing to pee far away and instead allowed herself to be in the moment. Nate was funny and she hadn’t seen Henry interacting with friends before. This was nice. Melissa is not the biggest fan of Taco Bell so when they arrive, she denies wanting anything. Henry surprises her by ordering the largest Baja Blast for her to enjoy.
Fast forward fifteen more minutes, the three of them arrive back from Taco Bell. Nate revealed to Melissa that he was a fellow stoner and showed his collection. Henry abstained, but Melissa accepts the offer as the two split an edible. Although she isn’t smoking, the combination of the edible with her weed vape are causing a sever case of dry mouth. Unbeknownst to her, she easily chugs 3/4 of her Baja Blast along with a Twisted Tea over the course of 45 minutes.
Thanks to the inebriates, the pee-shy Melissa felt her embarrassment diminishing and she was readying herself to ask Nathan outright where the fucking bathroom was. But just then, his two other roommates leave their rooms and join her, Henry, and Nate in the common area.
Although Melissa’s bladder was steadily filling and she was preparing to ask Nate, the shyness immediately washed back over her once the roommates joined. Maybe she’d be okay with two people knowing her need. But four? Four men? Melissa wasn’t uncomfortable around men by any means, but when the atmosphere was all guys she always felt a little left out. The everyone around her started suggesting which YouTube videos to watch and video games to play, but she couldn’t relate. This only placed more emphasis on her bladder’s growing need since nothing was actively distracting her. Well that was only true until Henry suggested they all play Mario Party. An important thing to note about Melissa is the only video game she plays is the Sims. She wasn’t super coordinated, raised as practically an only child, so video games just didn’t come up much. Her only knowledge of Mario Party was growing up and going over her cousin’s house to play Mario Kart - and she only just realized that those two games differ.
As the game begins, Melissa is losing spectacularly. Most of it is due to her inexperience with video games, but about 10% is because of how little mental effort she can put into trying to learn the game right now. She has her thighs pressed together as tightly as possible. She didn’t want the boys to know about how she was nursing the fullest bladder she could recall having in recent years. She also didn’t want to be the worst player and the reason the game had to pause. She was embarrassed to speak up and quite frankly, by this point Melissa was also embarrassed by just how desperately she needed the toilet. She began to find herself frustrated that no one else has had to pee by now. More than that, she wished dudes just showed chicks where the bathrooms are upon arrival. Why did Nate show her where his weed was but not where a goddamn toilet was??
Her desperation was fueling other emotions. She found herself frustrated. Frustrated that she was surrounded by all these dudes with their height and massive hands that make it easier to reach buttons on the controller, and apparently massive bladders to match. She’s seen both Henry and Nate down entire bottles of wine tonight while all it took was a twisted tea, most of a Baja blast, and time for her to end up desperate. Melissa looked down at her belly painfully. Henry interpreted this as disdain and subtly texted her during an alcohol break between Mario Party matches.
Henry: Are u ready to leave now?
Melissa: I mean yeah, kinda
Henry: Well I have to sober up first anyway before the drive home.
What a pig Melissa thought. He got drunk intentionally to trap her there, she was sure of it. The brief text exchange only furthering her frustration that was soon becoming rage. It’s been THREE HOURS by this point. She couldn’t possibly be the only person needing to pee here, right? There’s gotta be someone else who will have to pee and enter a door and then she’ll know that’s where the bathroom is. She briefly considers asking Henry through text, that way no one else would hear her ask, but what if he doesn’t know where it’s at either? And even if he did, it would still be admitting such a personal need to her lover.
Melissa is doing everything she can to keep the urine inside without letting anyone else know. Thankfully, it’s incredibly dark when it’s this time of night during the winter. She can subtlety bounce on her heel and claim it’s excitement from the game. She can hold herself while everyone is distracting by the game. Eventually, Melissa stops playing entirely just to focus on her need. She could feel her bottom lip constantly quivering, her pussy intermittently pulsating, and her eyes constantly searching for anything that could resemble a bathroom. Her body rocked ever sleep slightly as her right foot tapped. That’s when she felt a spurt. Her cheeks were completely red as she thanked the Heavens she chose to wear black pants today. Her damp panties cling to her pussy, reminding her of her shame.
Then, it happened. At 11:57pm, three hours and twenty-three minutes after arriving. One of the roommates, she hadn’t really been paying attention when names were exchanged earlier, got up from his chair. Melissa followed his path from the corner of her left eye. He opens a door that reveals a bath towel on the other side. Melissa could swear she was seeing stars. Now she knew where the bathroom was! After their roommate excused himself, the other gentlemen decided to head to the kitchen and make some snacks. Melissa follows along since she now knows the kitchen is directly next to the bathroom. She glanced at the door every few moments as she stood and followed everyone else. She kept her ankles crossed briefly while leaning over the kitchen counter. Then, she hears a door unlock. She immediately flies past everyone, including the roommate who just exited.
While doing so, she feels multiple stares of confusion and finally understanding as they watch her carefully peel open the door.
Melissa could hear angels singing as the door closed behind her. She hurriedly turned on the light and began fiddling with her belt. She forgot she wore a belt! No wonder her bladder ached so. She unbuckled her belt with haste, jiggling her legs while doing so to keep her golden flood at bay for just a few more moments. Seeing the toilet magnified her need tenfold. She finally finished shimmying her pants down and finally sat on the blessed porcelain throne. It truly sounded and felt like a miniature waterfall pouring between her legs. She couldn’t recall the last time she needed to pee this badly for this long. As she finishes up and returns to reality, Melissa examines her underwear. A damp spot the size of a golf ball. Her lavender panties now violet in the crotch. Her eyes widened and her cheeks reddened upon discovery. She responds to the dampness in her underwear by wiping dry and getting dressed again.
Melissa and her boyfriend stay for two more hours after that incident. Melissa still wants to leave soon, but the urgency from earlier has subsided. Well, it subsided for the first hour or so. After discovering where the bathroom was, she felt comfortable drinking some more. Not a lot, but a glass of wine. As they prepare to leave, Melissa feels a familiar twinge in her bladder but decides to ignore it. She knows it’s silly but if she peed again, she’d be the only person to pee multiple times during the hangout. Henry and Nate still showed absolutely no signs of needing to go at all. Her pee-shyness won this round.
On the ride home, pressure mounts in Melissa’s bladder. She might have to ask Henry to pull over. She blushes at the thought and then comes to her senses. They’re taking the highway home at 2am on a Sunday morning. No where would be open for her to pee if she asked. So she resigns herself to holding it the entire way back. As she anxiously watches the clock, yet again frustration builds. She tells Henry that boys are rude. She wanted someone to give her a tour while there. That was only partly true. She didn’t even care for an apartment tour as much as a bathroom tour.
Henry: “What do you mean you wanted a tour? I’m sure his bedroom was messy and he knew you didn’t wanna see it anyway. Hell, I’ve never even been inside Nate’s bedroom before. Only chicks give tours”
Melissa: “Well I think it’s weirder you haven’t seen his room. Anyway, I just think it’s basic courtesy to show someone where the kitchen is in case they want a glass of water, where they should hang their coat, and where the bathroom is. You know, common things someone might need to know. Especially when driving across multiple cities…”
Henry quickly catches on and responds. He thought back to all of Melissa’s behaviors earlier in the night and softly chuckled.
“You’re upset because you really needed to pee, huh?”
Melissa turned away. “I’m just saying that’s why I don’t like all-guy hangouts. If there was just one other girl here…” she trailed off
Henry: “Then what? She would’ve found the bathroom?”
Melissa: “Yes exactly! Or we both would’ve been thinking about it at least..idk I just know a girl would’ve needed to pee as soon as I did. Way before Nate’s roommate”
Henry: “Yeah we all wondered where you were rushing too and mutually shared a moment of realization when we say it was the bathroom”
Melissa’s never spoken this candidly about bathroom behaviors before. She was simultaneously embarrassed, yet, aroused that all the men were aware of her predicament despite her best efforts to hide it. She pushes to continue the conversation.
Melissa: “You just don’t understand. I had to pee for hours! It was getting so bad. I was just praying someone else would go first”
Henry chuckles again. “You could’ve just asked. Or, if you were shy about it, you could’ve just texted me and I’d ask for you”
Melissa smiled and so did Henry. She knows she has her strange quirks and fixations, it’s to be expected with OCD. But it was nice she had a partner who wanted to be there for her even in all the little ways. She held his hand tightly. They then came up with a plan where whenever they went someone Melissa wasn’t familiar with the layout of, he would immediately ask upon arrival where the bathroom was or he would whisper it to her upon entry if he already knew.
The second he parks the car, Melissa’s bladder knows the countdown has begun. She rushes to the front door, pausing for just a second to squeeze her legs together as her boyfriend catches up - he may have known about earlier in the night but she wouldn’t let him see she was in the same situation for a second time. She hits the “close” button on the elevator and then her floor button as quickly as possible.
She then turns her key, enters her bathroom, shut the door, and pulls down her pants and panties to once again release a waterfall. A shorter one this time, but just as powerful. Her panties were entirely violet by this point, drenched in her urine. She used it as an excuse to remove all of her clothing and return to Henry in the nude after cleaning up. Panties absolutely drenched at this point so she tosses them directly in the hamper. As she finally exits the bathroom, Henry says to her with the cheekiest grin on his face, “What were you doing in there, baby? Frying chicken?”
She pulls him in for a kiss as he fingers her, happily surprised by how wet she is already.
Maybe the night wasn’t so bad after all.
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Maria rubbed sleep out of her groggy eyes as she sat up in bed to take in her surroundings. Her nostrils were greeted with the scents of lavender and lemon. She was in a fairly nice hotel room, not Hilton level posh but much better than a nasty motel. Maria spared a glance for the brown patterned carpet and the inoffensive beige wallpaper as well as the framed print of Cincinnati hanging above the small writing desk tucked into the corner. Her gaze moved to the actual city of Cincinnati dusted with February snow outside the window before meandering back into the room where it alighted upon the bathroom door, silhouetted by yellow fluorescent light. Maria smiled as the events of the past night rushed back to her. The guy currently in the shower, if the sound of running water was any indication, was named Will and was the current resident of the room. They had had a fantastic night together after meeting in the Below Zero Lounge, one of Cincinnati's premier nightclubs. If last night wasn’t a fluke, Maria was sure they would be going for round two as soon as Will was out of the shower. They had met at Below Zero's bar where Will had approached Maria. She had been out looking for some fun after the conclusion of her senior year of college at the University of Cincinnati. She had been immediately hooked by Will's good looks and genuine personality. They had talked and drank and danced for a few hours before Will had invited her back to his hotel room. He had said he was traveling for his job. Maria strained to remember the specifics. A travel writer! That's what it was. Regardless, one thing had led to another and here she was. Maria heard the water in the shower stop, and decided to give herself a once over in the tall mirror standing against one wall to make sure she looked all right. She was dressed in one of her favorite outfits, a pair of black leggings under a tight, checked pencil skirt that came down to about mid-thigh and a black sweater on top. Her pale blonde hair bordered on white, a trait that made her stand out in any kind of crowd, flowed down her back, slightly unkempt but not too messy. Maria gave herself a nod of satisfaction and moved back to the bed right as Will came out of the bathroom. As Maria shifted into position, her bladder heaved in protest. She stifled a groan. She hadn’t noticed she had to pee so bad. She had either been too drunk or too tired to relieve herself last night. She wondered if she would be able to slip into the restroom after Will came out. However, when Will stepped out of the bathroom all thoughts of peeing disappeared from Maria’s head. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a nice button up dress shirt. All the old desire from last night came rushing back to Maria. Will spoke first.
“You look just as beautiful in the morning”. He said with a cocky smile.
“The same goes for you,” Maria replied.
He sat down on the edge of the bed with her. They started to chat about this and that, not saying anything important, just enjoying each others company. Soon though, it became more than just talking. Will’s hand was rubbing Maria’s thigh, and their legs were tangled together. Maria pressed her body close to Will. She briefly spared a thought for her aching bladder, but dismissed the idea of taking a break to deal with it as Will leaned in close and their mouths connected. Maria found herself lying on top of Will on the bed, hands clasped, lips pressed together. The heat of his body drew her forward, tongues exploring each others mouths. They flipped over, Will on top now, pressing against Maria. His thumb traced slop circle around her nipple through the sweater. His thigh was pressed between her legs and the pressure on her clit sent her into overdrive. She pulled herself up against him, bodies colliding, One hand reached down and grabbed his crotch where Maria felt his penis, stiff as a board. Her bladder groaned in desperation, but she paid it no mind. She was too horny, too ready, too desperate to stop now. He pulled her off the bed and the pair slammed into the hotel wall. Maria ripped open the buttons on Will’s shirt, pressing her hand against his bare chest. She could feel a few drops of sweat on her forehead. Her bladder heaved in protest, and she let out a quiet moan of desperation into Will’s mouth. Will, thinking this was a different type of moan, started to kiss her even harder. He felt up her legs, her hips, her breasts, and even under the clothing she was wearing, Maria felt every touch. She could hold back no longer. She pulled him from the wall and pressed him into the rolling chair by the desk. She straddled him as they pressed their faces together once again. He bladder let out a roar of pain akin to the throes of a dying animal. And still Maria pushed forward. She could feel nothing but pleasure as she grinded against his rigid cock, felt the warmth between her legs. She reached to pull off her sweater, but froze. Maria’s eyes shot open. She let out a groan of distress as the unthinkable, yet inevitable, happened. Her bladder was tired and overworked from alcohol and time. Maria realized too late that she had been careless and would now pay the ultimate price. The heat between her legs changed. It was no longer heat from pure pleasure. It was a liquid heat that came from deep within. A heat that rushed from her body and splashed into her pants, an unstoppable tide. Maria could do nothing but close her eyes in shame as she lost control and began to wet herself. Pee splashed through her flimsy underwear, poured into the leggings underneath. She felt the wetness against her legs as it traveled from her crotch down to her ass, and beyond. The feeling was like an orgasm. She felt as if a massive weight had been lifted off her shoulders. But still, she blushed with shame as the piss ran down her legs as well as dampening the hem of her skirt. After a minute or two the stream tapered off leaving just the drip, drip, drip of the urine falling off of the chair.
“Maria?” She opened her eyes, knowing the most painful part was yet to come. Will was staring at her. She caught a glimpse of his crotch, soaked through with her water and felt another wave of shame roll over her.
“Did you just pee your pants?”
“Yes”. There was nothing to do but tell the truth.
“I didn’t know you were into that, but ok”. Maria was stunned. She took a moment to make sure she heard that correctly.
“So do you want to keep going?” Will said.
Maria silently thanked her lucky stars that Will was so open and that he had misunderstood her accident as a fetish. She replied with an emphatic nod. The couple moved over to the bed where Maria finally got her sweater off, among other things. She couldn’t help but cringe as she striped off her soaked leggings and panties, but the payoff was worth it. Will was a master with his hands, expertly rubbing and touching until Maria was near climax before he had even stuck it in. But he did eventually and when he did, Maria’s world lit up. She rode him hard, feeling his third leg press deep into her body. She moaned. He responded in kind. They continued for some time until Maria felt the oncoming rush of orgasm she moaned again, toes curling as she sat up straight, body shivering as she came. She felt will pull out, grab a tissue from the bedside and finish himself. The pair collapsed back onto the bed slick with sweat, and lay peacefully, resting the day away.
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Later that night, as Maria was walking home, she felt an odd scratching sensation in the waistband of her now-dry leggings. She felt around her hips and discovered a small slip of paper with a few lines of messy writing on it. The message read:
I’ll be in Cincinnati again soon, call me!
-W
The message was followed by a phone number. Maria smiled as she continued walking through downtown. She had a feeling that number would be getting a lot of use in the future. |
Part 1 of ? (Not sure how many parts there will be, but I do already have the ending in mind)
It was just another day like any other. Classmates Naoto Shirogane and Rise Kujikawa were made to be partners on a project for one of their classes. It wasn’t anything too complicated as they were simply tasked with making anything they would deem “creative,” but the problem is that neither of them ever did stuff like this. Naoto is a detective, so she’s more about solving than creating, and Rise is an ex-idol with creating songs needing a wholly different set of skills than creating something physical. This lead to the both of them waiting until the last day before they had to turn in their project tomorrow with zero progress made.
Then, after school, Rise came up with an idea. The shadows of the TV world drop a bunch of weird and abstract materials, so if they were to kill a few and put those materials together, they’d definitely be able to come up with something interesting, right? And if they just go to Yukiko’s Castle, a place with the weakest shadows, they’d be able to just head in without having to drag their friends into the mess and get started asap! With one day left to go, Rise grabbed Naoto’s hand and dragged her to the TV world, not knowing Naoto’s embarrassing predicament.
“Alright, so here’s the plan,” said Rise. “You’ll do a simple in and out of the castle and destroy and shadows on your path while also collecting anything they drop. I’ll watch over you from the entrance in case you happen to run into any problems. At most, you might need a couple of heals. So, sounds like a plan, right Naoto-chan? …Naoto-chan?”
Naoto, dressed in a schoolgirl’s uniform after encouragement from her friends, was silent and looking down. Unbeknownst to her friend, Naoto didn’t have a chance to pee all day. The detective had overslept and had to run to school, was held up in conversations with her senpais in between classes, and was dragged into the TV world by Rise before having a chance to use one of the Junes restrooms. Even worse is that Naoto was introduced to a new trend of “Think Drinks” by her classmates and had drunk 5 cans today trying to brainstorm a way to complete her and Rise’s project. Had she known Rise would be the one to come up with the plan, she never would have added more pressure to her bladder.
“Hey, earth to Naoto,” said Rise. “Are you there?”
“Huh!?” said Naoto, being brought back to reality. “Oh, yes. Sorry, I was just… thinking of what we could make with the shadow materials. I, uh, think I have a few ideas already.”
Naoto couldn’t bring herself to tell her friend that she had to badly pee. If they left the TV world now, it would be difficult to sneak back in without drawing suspicion and the TV world doesn’t have any bathrooms in it, meaning that Naoto had to hold it for the entire trip.
“Well, we can worry about that part later,” said Rise. Shadows come in all shapes and sizes and there’s no telling what they’ll drop. So let’s get this show on the road!”
“Er… Yes, lets!”
With that, Naoto quickly sprinted into the castle, trying her best to hide her “potty run” from Rise.
Now on the castle’s first floor, Naoto pulls out her gun and gets into position to fire.
“This feels a bit better.” Naoto thinks to herself, “Deep breaths. Deeeep breaths. If I can just focus on the mission at hand, it should hopefully take my mind off my bladder. Now all I need to do if find a… shadow!”
A few feet in front of her was a shadow, and a weak one at that. She took a second to steady herself, take aim, and *BLAM*! The shadow was obliterated, but at a cost.
“Gah!” Naoto said to herself as a sharp pain was felt at her bladder. Naoto’s gun was strong, too strong. So much so that the recoil put her off balance and caused a minor leak at her panties, making her put her hands on her crotch and do a potty dance.
“God dammit!” yelled Naoto. “I’ve been holding it all day and I won’t be able to work like this! I have to let it out now before I soak myself!”
The young detective proceeded to undo her skirt and pulled her panties down in seconds. She lifted up her shirt, as to not get it wet, revealing a bulge at her stomach from holding in a day’s worth of piss. The young detective was ready to squat down and let out a violent downpour on the castle’s carpets to relieve herself when suddenly-
“Naoto, stop! What are you doing!?” Rise screamed over the communication channel.
“R-Rise?” Naoto stammered, forgetting that her friend was watching her.
“Are you trying to pee in the middle of the floor!? You can’t do that! It’s so unprofessional!”
“I don’t care! I haven’t had a chance to relieve myself all day and I need to let it out now before I end up wetting myself. I don't care if I’m seen as ‘unprofessional,’ I need to do this, now!”
Naoto prepared herself, ready to let out a torrential rain of her piss. At this moment, nothing mattered other than relief. She was going to stain the carpets of this castle with a pool of yellow liquid if it was the last thing she did!
…
…
…
Or so she thought.
“It’s not coming out!” Naoto exclaimed. “Why isn’t it coming out!?”
“Phew.” Said Rise. “ That was a close one. I guess you’re one of those people that can’t pee in front of others no matter how hard you try.”
“Rise, please,” Naoto said, practically on the verge of tears. “Just cut off the communication and let me pee. I feel like my bladder is going to explode.”
“As if! For all I know, if you do this once, it will become a habit of yours. I’m gonna use Kanzeon to make a hologram of me to ‘walk’ with you. Any time you think about peeing, you’ll have me watching over you!”
“Rise, you can’t be serious. You’re practically torturing me here. You can’t possibly expect me to kill shadows while holding this all in. Especially with my gun messing up my bladder.”
“No way! You’re forbidden from peeing in the TV world! Just hold it until we get back to Junes. The bathrooms are literally one isle away from the electronics area.”
“That still doesn’t fix my gun problem.”
“Hmm… Oh, I know! Why not use your persona? Yamato-Takeru has light magic, so use that to instantly kill shadows with a Mahamaon.”
“I-I can try. Persona!”
Naoto, now having pulled up her panties and skirt, agrees to try Rise’s plan and summons Yamato-Takeru. Casting a Mahamaon, she wipes out all the shadows on the current floor!
“See? Wasn’t that easy?” said Rise?
“It looks like it.” Naoto said with relief in her voice. “My persona did all the work, so there wasn’t any strain on my bladder.”
“Awesome! Now it’s time to collect everything they dropped for our project. Only 7 more floors to go!”
“S-seven!?”
This is both my first ever pee-based fanfiction and my first piece of fiction on this site. I'd love to read any read any feedback given because it was fun writing this first part! And I am sorry if the tags spoil the ending of the story. I don't think I can edit them later, so I just have them in advance.
Edited January 1, 2022 by OmniBotch
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The second and final part of this story. I had a blast writing this and I hope you do, too!
“Persona!” Naoto screamed once again, annihilating all the shadows in her path.
“Amazing!” Rise cheered. “Six floors of shadows up and gone! You’ve done a good job of removing the shadows, Naoto-chan, and holding it all in.”
*huff* *huff* “You say that like it’s a good thing.”
Naoto’s expression changed in the last six floors of the castle. Her face now blushed and her breathing now heavy from holding it in for so long. It was made even worse that she had to take mandatory fifteen-minute breaks after each floor so Rise could raise Naoto’s spirit so she could cast more spells, forcing the young detective to hold in her piss for even longer. Naoto wanted to do nothing more than to just let it all out, but as long as her friend was watching over her, she had no hope of letting out a drop due to the embarrassment of being watched.
“Rise,” Naoto said doing a potty dance, “I think we have enough materials for the project and I’m ready to leave. I can feel the bulge in my stomach swelling up even more and I worry this will cause problems for me in the future.”
“Fair enough.” Rise complied. “You’ve been doing the heavy lifting while I just stand outside and slowly restore your spirit. Just let me warp you out and then I can- Naoto, get down!”
“What is it!?”
The young detective slid behind a corner of the castle walls and was now on her butt. It put even more strain on her bladder moving so hastily, but it was something she had to do for her safety. What could be behind that corner? Did a powerful shadow migrate to the castle? Did the reaper decide to leave its chest?
“It’s a golden shadow!” Rise whispered with excitement.
“Ugh…” Naoto remarked, having put unnecessary stress on herself. “That’s what’s so important? It’s not even that powerful and will just run away.”
“Exactly! If it runs away to the eighth floor, we’ll never get it.”
“And why should I prioritize that shadow over a toilet?”
“Because if we get a golden material from it, we’re practically guaranteed a passing grade on our project! Even if what we make totally sucks, some semi-real gold will definitely be enough to make it beautiful.”
Naoto then let in a deep breath and then a deep exhale. She was frustrated about her current situation, but deep in her, she knew Rise was right. Both of their creative skills were terrible, so a golden material would push their grade up. …Only there was one problem.
“Rise,” said Naoto, “I can’t possibly kill that shadow the way I am now. I’ve already ran out of spirit, so I can’t cast anymore spells. And in the time it takes you to refill it, the golden shadow could come my way and see me.”
“Yeah, you can,” said Rise. “Remember, drinks raise spirit in the TV world. If you drink something, you’ll surely be able to have enough for another spell cast!”
“Well, unfortunately, I didn’t bring anything with me. Normally, senpai handles our inventory so I guess you just need to warp me out of here so I can pee, right? …Right?”
Rise’s hologram stood there, silently staring at the desperate detective. She had a slight grin on her face, and that’s when Naoto knew her bladder was in for more punishment. Naoto then saw a small flash of light as an item was warped next to her, causing her face to turn white.
“Ta-da!” Rise said as if she were presenting a prize. “It’s a Jumbo Juice! 1200 milliliters of fresh juice that’s sure to raise your spirit enough for a spell or two!”
Naoto stared at the bottle of juice with disbelief. If she didn’t know any better, she would have sworn that Rise was playing a sick joke on her. Rise knew that Naoto’s bladder was under so much pressure already and now, she wanted even more added on. Naoto wanted to resist, but she knew Rise was a great persuader and trying to resist would only waste time.
“…Rise,” Naoto said reluctantly, “I’ll drink the Jumbo Juice, but you have to promise that you will do something for nce I kill that shadow.”
“Whatever you want, Naoto-chan!” Rise said with a cheery voice. “Like I said, you’ve been doing the heavy lifting, so I owe you big time.”
“Glad we could come to an agreement. Now then…”
Naoto once again turn her head towards the Jumbo Juice and started working a plan in her head. Drink the juice, cast a Mahamaon, collect the gold material, and get to a Junes toilet before the juice made it to her bladder. It sounded easier said than done, but she had to try. The young detective, with each leg wobbling as they moved, got back on her feet with the juice in hand. She wanted to take a second to get her thoughts together, but another problem arose.
“Naoto,” Rise whispered, “The shadow is coming this way!”
The golden shadow was now scurrying in their direction. Should it see Naoto, it would surely escape as Naoto was in no position to give chase.
Naoto, now scurrying to get the top off the Jumbo Juice, took seconds to steel herself, and lifted the bottle towards her mouth!
*gulp*
*gulp*
*gulp*
*gulp*
*gulp*
Naoto was downing the juice as fast as she could while Rise watched with excitement, pumping her fists and mouthing the words “Chug, chug, chug, chug!” Tears were nearly forming at her eyes with each swallow as she felt that this was a bad idea already. Her bladder couldn’t fit any more liquid inside of her, but she didn’t have any other options other than forcing herself to make it fit. That gold shadow had to go or else she would never hear the end of it. After about 20 seconds of drinking, she managed to finish in time
“God… dammit.” Naoto said to herself. “Never again.”
The young detective was struggling to keep her balance. 1200 milliliters added on to her already filled bladder. If it weren’t for Rise, Naoto surely would have given in, but she had a mission to complete.
“Naoto!” Rise loudly whispered. “The shadow’s closing in! You have to cast a spell, now!”
Naoto cleared her mind and took aim at the golden shadow. It did its best to turn around and run, but Naoto wasn’t going to let that happen.
“Persona!” Naoto screamed, summoning Yamato-Takeru and casting one last Mahamaon. From the bright light, a bed of sever thousand yen and some gold scraps were seen. Naoto closed in on the pile, and collected her spoils.
“Fantastic!” Rise screamed extatically. “Naoto, you have no idea how much you’ve saved us! Now I can warp you out and you can get your relief.”
“Then do it!” Naoto commanded. “I feel like my bladder’s about to crack open!”
Naoto was now the most agitated she had ever been in her life, and rightfully so due to her pain. While she was often attacked by shadows, she at least had healing spells to rely on to fix anything that was wrong. But healing spells can’t fix a bound bladder. The only thing that can fix it is the relief of letting it all out, and she was being denied that by her friend. All she could do is do a potty dance and gently rub her stomach as to distract her from the pain.
“Okay, okay, I get it,” Rise replied. “I’ll warp you back to the castle entrance. From there, we can walk back-”
“RUN!”
“Run back to the studio and we can enter the TV there to get back to Junes. Like I said, the bathrooms are right next to the electronics area, so you won’t have to wait long. Okay, here we go!”
And in an instant, Naoto was warped back to the castle entrance and next to Rise.
“Here!” Naoto said as she shoved the bag of shadow contents into Rise’s hands. “I’m going to run ahead to the studio, I can’t wait another second!”
And run she did. Naoto sprinted with her hands in between her crotch towards the studio. Relief was finally in her grasp as it was just a straight path from the castle to the studio. She could already envision a free toilet, ready to take in a day’s worth of her stress.
“Hey, wait up!” Rise called out, giving chase to her friend.
*5 minutes later, the duo closed in on the studio, ready to enter the TV back to Junes*
“Finally!” Naoto cheered to herself, ready to crawl into the TV. “Finally, I can get this all out of me. I just need to get into TV and then I can-”
“Hold it!” Rise screamed.
Naoto flinched. What now? They beat the shadows, got the materials, and were now back at the studio. What could possibly be holding her back this time?
“We need to check to see if anyone is outside,” said Rise. “Remember, even if the electronics area is often empty, we never know is someone’s going to be looking directly at the TV we exit. Let me peak my head out so I can check”
Naoto groaned, frustrated to be denied her relief once again. She wanted to be even more upset, but she couldn’t get mad. No one’s ever at the electronics area because everything is too expensive for the country people of Inaba. She would be at a toilet in no time-
“There’s a news outlet in there,” said Rise. “Apparently they’re interviewing workers and they chose to be right in front of the TVs.”
“…Are you serious!” Naoto screamed.
Why? Why now of all times? It was as if the entire world was out to get her. Denied her relief at home, at school, and in the shadow world multiple times! Naoto was now past a potty dance and was now stomping and hopping about the studio. The entirety of the Jumbo Juice made its way to her bladder and she knew her time was up.
“Naoto-chan, calm down!” Rise said, trying to comfort her friend.
“No!” Naoto blared. “I’ve been holding in pee all day and then thanks to you, I had to add even more stress to my body. I’m going to let this all out, even if you have to watch!”
Naoto then started to undo her skirt while hopping in place. Even if she had to go, she’d be damned if she actually wet herself. Within a few seconds, she got the skirt off and threw it to the side, revealing her stained, white panties with little droplets dripping from them.
“Naoto!” Rise screamed. “You can’t do that here! I forbid you!”
But Naoto wasn’t listening. She had worked hard today and she was determined to get her reward. If she couldn’t get to a toilet, then she was just going to have the studio be one for her!
“Naoto!” Rise screamed again, positioning herself next to Naoto in hopes of spooking her friend into holding it all in, but Naoto was resolved.
Naoto still didn’t listen as she quickly removed her panties from herself. One leg. And then the next, reveling a bare ass and a soggy tuft of hair at her pussy. Like her skirt, she threw it to her side and of her and out of the way, only Rise caught it, causing her to blush. Naoto quickly lifted up her shirt, reveling a large, round bulge on her stomach caused her by bladder, and squatted down and was ready to unleash her wrath on the studio floor.
“Naoto, please!” Rise screamed once more… but it was too late.
“Haaaaaah~!”
PSSSSSSHHHHH
Naoto began to unleash a tsunami of piss onto studio floor, her head pointed toward the sky as the golden liquid made its way out of her. It came out with such force that it seemed as if Naoto was power washing the floor with it. As the piss came out, Naoto made an O-face as if she were having an orgasm, and with the way she was talking, it might as well had been one.
5 seconds pass
“Aaaaaahn~”
10 seconds
“Yeahhhhh…”
15 seconds
“Yes… God, yes!”
20 seconds
“Ooooohhh~”
25 seconds
“Mmmmm~”
30 seconds
“I needed this…”
35 seconds
“Hah~… Hah~…”
After 40 seconds, Naoto’s violent storm of pee finally came to a stop as she had looked down to see what she had created. A puddle so large that if it weren’t for the bright yellow color, you would have sworn was caused by a broken pipe. Naoto looked with her puddle with a smile and sense of accomplishment as she managed to relieve herself before ruining her clothes. She rubbed her stomach, satisfied that the giant bulge had finally left. Rise, however, looked at the puddle with horror, wondering of it was normal for a schoolgirl to be able to hold so much liquid within her.
Naoto then stood up and looked at Rise.
“Rise-chan,” Naoto said, snapping her fingers to get her attention. “My panties?”
“Huh? Oh, right.” Rise said, now brought back to her senses. “Here you go.”
Rise handed Naoto her panties, which were still dry enough to be worn without causing suspicion, and slid them back on.
“…So, Naoto-chan,” said Rise “You’re not mad at me for what I did today, are you?”
“Huh? Oh, not at all,” Naoto said, getting her skirt back on. “In a way it was kind of exciting. Just promise me that you’ll buy me some new, cute panties and do the majority of the project work, and I’ll let today slide.”
“Thanks, Naoto-chan, you’re the best! I think the news outlet is gone now, so I’ll go on ahead. Meet me at my place?”
“Yeah, I’ll meet you there once I get myself together here.”
Rise then smiled at Naoto and crawled through a TV screen ahead of her. Naoto had gotten her skirt back on and was ready to follow, but looked at the large puddle behind her. Staring at her for a good few seconds, she couldn’t help but ask herself:
“…I wonder if senpai would be into this?”
I absolutely loved writing this story! It's my first one dealing with Omo and I feel like I had a good understanding of it.
Once again, I'd appreciate any and all fedback from those who made it here. I'm genuinely excited to know what you thought of it! |
Carol Gordon, an ordinary journalist ... at first glance seemed like a long-haired blonde with beautiful blue eyes and perfect forms in the right places. Every teenager in his thoughts undressed her when she put on a white tight suit with a short red cloak in which her ass was not completely covered, and there was a large neckline on her chest ... and every boy and man understood that pants and underwear were becoming too tight in groin area ... "Girl Fist" was nicknamed by the people, she was really strong and possessed super powers that were inferior in use even to many military developments. A 15-year-old teenager walked confidently along the roads of night New York, a dark hood did not give a look on his appearance the guy grinned realizing that today he will receive a salary for his work, he started this business 2 years ago, caused? Of course, life in the most lame part of New York, when your whole life is going to hell ... The teenager was so carried away by thoughts of money that he did not notice a figure hovering above him with a short red cloak that opened a view of her butt ...
- Well? Who are you bringing that bastard's merchandise to? -
The guy froze in surprise, his heart pounded, his eyes widened, and his hands trembled ... he knew ... she would come for each of the lawbreakers ... The girl landed in front of him, her chest cracked slightly as she landed ...
- Aren't you ashamed? help sell illegal drugs ... do you know what kind of punishment awaits you? -
- I… I don’t understand what you’re talking about! -
The teenager tried to say something, but the menacing gaze of the city's defender did not allow him to continue. Before he had time to say anything else, he was in the sky, a moment and he felt the wind hitting him in the back when blowing. There is a scream, the hood tilted back to reveal the guy's face, his dark hair fluttered in the wind, and tears began to flow from his black eyes ... Suddenly the fall stopped, the teenager felt himself flying up again ... but ... someone seemed to be holding him in his arms ...
- Well, will you answer !? -
The heroine growled at the boy, holding the boy in her arms, as soon as she let him go, everyone will forget about him forever.
- Enough! -
The guy screamed hoping it would work, but all he heard was a snide grin, before the guy had time to understand anything, he felt an unpleasant pain in the backside and between the legs ... The underwear stuck into him, he literally hung in the air, and the heroine held him by the garment of his underwear.
- Ouch! Oh my God! -
The boy whimpered in pain, it seemed a little bit and the linen would burst ...
- So that? Tell me? Or will we give it up when will your rainbow elastic band on the family members burst? -
Her causticity was both terrible and humiliating, I wanted to shout, call for help ... but what's the point ...
- ОК ОК! -
Young man understanding how this could end, because who wants to be smashed on the asphalt. Girl Fist slowly released him to the same place he was. He breathed slowly and shivered, his gaze went slowly over the figure of the heroine, tears prevented him from seeing the expression on the heroine's face, although at one moment he stopped at the diamond cut on the chest of the white suit, when he suddenly saw two snapping fingers in front of him.
- Hey Hey! My eyes are here! -
His eyes went higher, anger and impatience were read in her gaze ... Realizing that she was stronger, he did not slow down ...
- I work as a distributor of goods for a street gang, okay? -
- So already something ...-
The redhead came a little closer, the teenager felt tension and danger.
- I don't give a damn about the name, I wonder where they are -
The teenager hesitated, even with the danger of being injured, he did not want to lose money...
but the gaze of the redhead was enough to understand how real the danger is.
- I will show! I'll show them where okay?! Don't beat me! -
With these words, the boy put his hands forward in fear, as if hoping to stop the woman.
***
- Damn it Jacob! Why the hell did you not carry the goods !? -
A young man of Latin appearance contemptuously scolded the teenager, not knowing with whom he collaborated ...
- Boss ... I ... I just heard about the fact that "Girl Fist" is patrolling in those places ... you know you don't want her to kick my ass and ... -
- You are a damn coward! -
The man barked and slammed his fist on the table.
- You are afraid of a damn whore in a latex suit who is only to take pictures for porn magazines! -
If a man knew what would happen later, he would hardly have been so brave in his language, but now aggression was taking over him, the money was stronger ... The man, in fact, was incredibly afraid of meeting her ... and wanted like everyone else ... Suddenly the door was kicked out, there was a crack ... The teenager immediately rushed to the corner so as not to get under the shots of the bandits, the Latin did not understand anything, he rushed to the pistol and directed it towards the entrance ... at the moment everything stopped ... she stood in front of him ... long red hair, a tight white suit, imposing shapes and a short red cape ... Her eyes were burning from the use of the laser, her gaze was hellish ...
- Will you let go of your pistol yourself?" Or do you need help from "Porn Magazine Whore"? -
The frightened man instantly threw the weapon down, did not want to play with fate ...
- So ... Juan right? -
The drug dealer immediately nodded his head to confirm his name, but soon regretted it ... the figure of a woman with the speed of light was nearby, the moment her eyes light up red even more ... Juan understood ... this is the end ... A laser shot rang out ... The Latin man was trembling, covering himself with his hands, there were burning cuts from the laser on the back of the wall, the table was broken into two parts ... The room could almost be heard ... except for one ... hiss ... The man's gray business trousers became wetter and darker, urine flooded everything, pants, chair and floor ... The drug dealer was still trembling, tears were leaving his eyes ... Girl Fist looked down contemptuously, to her the man in front of her was a worm. Even though he considered himself a successful mafioso, in fact he turned out to be a coward who pissed his pants on. A yellow puddle was accumulating at his feet, his pants were completely wet, a huge spot of urine was on them ... The man slowly removed his hands from his face, the heroine's gaze was not in the direction of his eyes, but below it was wet ... "OH MY GOD!" flashed through his head, hands immediately covered his groin, although there was no point in that, given the damage that was done to his pants ...
- Disgusting, and you also call yourself "Leader" -
The redhead walked away noticing a puddle flowing in her direction.
- Damn it dude! Stop pissing! Even your subordinates were bolder! Well ... almost ... I stepped into a puddle of one of the shooters...
he cried so much with fright ... and not only cried ... -
The woman exhaled releasing anger, she herself understood how sometimes she exaggerated during the execution of missions ...
- Okay listen to me -
Juan obediently lifted his gaze from shame and fear.
- Now you go home, change your pants, and then YOURSELF go to the police and don't try to leave ... I'll find out everything and then you're finished! -
The man instantly nodded, still unsuccessfully covering the huge spot on his pants and ran away, fearing to get a kick.
- So now you ... -
As soon as the woman turned to the teenager, she discovered a similar situation ... He trembled, sobbed, his hands covered his head, he squeezed against the wall, pressing his knees to his chest ... and a wet stain spread on his pants, a puddle of pale yellow was spreading under the boy's ass ... the heroine rolled her eyes ... - Oh my god... - ***
A 16-year-old girl was leaving the room, her narrow birch dress emphasized all forms, her red hair was well-groomed long. The party was a failure, my head ached, alcohol made itself felt unpleasantly ... Of course the worst thing is the guy who followed her ... The young man's gaze was brutally directed at the beauty's ass. Drunk, beautiful, fragile, the ingenious plan of lust was close to being fulfilled ... In the end, tomorrow from the drunk she will forget everything, and what will she do? A fragile girl. The blonde of the senior classes in a short time overcomes the distance between them, playful hands instantly grab the girl's buttocks...
- Hey! What the fuck !? -
Before the girl had time to be indignant, she was pressed against the wall, her hands had already moved to her elastic chest ...
- Fuck off you bastard !!! -
- Hush, hush, don't be afraid -
Hands are released lower and lower, a little more and the hem of the dress will lift up and open a view of the burgundy panties.
- You need problems !? Let go of your hands before I cripple you !!! -
But the guy did not listen, his cock in his pants was already resting on the girl's leg.
- Listen, do not resist, trust you will spend time with a high -
Suddenly a moment ... he suddenly feels like he is already knocking on the wall opposite, the girl has shaded her hands forward ... this means ...
- What have you ... pushed me? ... - He just couldn't believe ...
- This is your warning! Keep your dick in your pants! -
The girl answered rudely, heading for the exit from the building, but the young man did not calm down ... There was a slap in the corridor ... the girl grabbed her butt, blushing and gasping in surprise ... The redhead slowly turned back, an arrogant smile played on her classmate's face ... The girl's fist was slowly clenched ... The guy's eyes widened with fear ... the girl's fist that was aimed in his direction hit the wall ... a few centimeters from him ... my knees suddenly became wadded, everything inside was cold from fear ... With a crash, the young man fell, his hands trembled, the girl came a little closer. In horror, the guy looked up, her furious eyes were directed in his direction, he slowly began to crawl back ...
- What? Scared? -
The guy has already started to whimper trying to crawl as far as possible. The girl suddenly stopped, her nose sniffing at the strange smell ... The gaze rushed to the guy between the legs, then the redhead moved away so as not to wet his heels in a puddle ... With a hiss, the pants darkened, a puddle immediately gathered around the guy's ass ...
- Mmm ... that's what your dick is still capable of ... just piss in your pants ... -
The young man instantly covered the stain and ran away, the girl ironically noticed that the ass was getting wet more in the sitting position ... there was a huge wet spot on the ass ...
***
But the teenager was not the same classmate, just a boy that went the wrong way ... the girl's fingers dropped onto the boy's shoulder. The frightened child raised tear-stained eyes to the girl...
trying to look more often at the cutout on the chest ...
- Listen, I won't tell anyone, calm down ok? -
The boy nodded, he was ashamed to wet himself like that in front of a woman, but on the other hand ... he believed in her sincerity.
- Come on ... I don't know where you live ... it's already morning, let me ... well ... bring you home -
If the boy knew what she meant by this, he would not agree ... Fly on the back of a famous heroine? It's humiliating! And especially at such a height ... The morning city was magnificent, everyone was asleep, silence ... The young man felt the cold wind, there was an unpleasant sensation in his groin from wet pants ... and how did she decide to put him on his back? Her suit is going to be wet ... she'll have to change ... bare her boobs ... ass ... that stand out so much in this outfit ...
he closes his eyes and folds his head on her ... her scent ... soft skin ... how he wants to see her naked ... on the bed ... with bare breasts, that big bare ass ... - ... I ... I hope that this ... organ that rests against me will remain in your pants ... -
The guy blushes, opening his eyes ...
- Anyway ... is this your home? -
The address is like that ... - In front of the heroine and the teenager was a brick, old, shabby multi-storey building ... It seemed a little bit more and it would collapse ...
- Yes ... I'm on the fifth -
The teenager answered in a voice low from tension. The girl lets the guy go to the fire escape near the open window.
- Well, thanks... - The guy stumbled trying not to let the woman notice his erection, but the heroine herself was gone.
"Well, evening ..."
The guy was thinking while washing his pants. Having changed into pajamas, the guy left the bathroom heading for the unfolded sofa. The young man covered himself with a blanket ... then hugged a 25-year-old woman nearby ... It's not just that he started making money in this industry ... The older sister who took him from the alcoholic's father when she just turned 18 was like a mother to him ... he tried to help her as best he could ... but had to start drug trafficking ... falling asleep, he feels like the brunette hugs him back. A smirk plays on her lips ...
"Oh my little fool ... wherever you work, finish with this." A thought rushes through her, addressed to her younger brother, not knowing that this chapter of his life is over ... he just needed to wet himself with fear ... |
Quick Disclaimer: This is my first story submission, written with help from my partner whom wishes to remain anonymous, I hope it can bring others some enjoyment.
(Heavily inspired by other great stories on this site)
There is both accidental, intentional and fear induced wetting and messing. Some of the tags didn't show up.
(Please be warned, there is also a literal monster that acts violently and kills some thugs)
I apologise for the lack of named characters other than Suyin, I hope it remains clear whom is talking or doing an action via the descriptors and stand in titles.
Monstrous Mugging
Suyin is a kind woman with nice features and a good head on her shoulders, Suyin is primarily an artist in her spare time, however she is a paid journalist/blogger/critic for work.
Suyin's current job is to do a large piece on the clubbing scene in Knota city. Culminating in an extensive, 'the top 10 clubs in Knota City' article.
Along with a compilation of smaller articles like:
'best clubbing outfits'
'best clubbing songs of 20XX'
and multiple 'top 5 drinks at...' for each establishment
In order to complete this review cycle, Suyin had to attend events held at clubs in Knota city. Suyin was given a press pass to enter clubs all over the city for three weeks, along with a sizable drinks and clothing budget.
•Night 1: Her first night clubbing was a success in her mind, Suyin had a lot of fun being paid to dress up and drink to excess, though she regretted one too many margaritas as it resulted in forgetting to pull her new jeans down when she got home and went to pee. Her jeans were soaked along the backside and if Suyin had lived with anyone, she would have likely been more embarrassed upon awakening to having wet her bed still in her previously piss stained jeans.
Thinking it to be a onetime occurrence after being overexcited for her current job role Suyin simply blushed to herself and did a load of washing. Spending the rest of her day nursing a hangover, typing up the information from her notes and resting for the night she would have ahead of her.
•Night 2: Suyin dressed in a much more revealing outfit on night two, but was much more cautious about over drinking and opted to buy drinks for others in order to hear their feedback, this greatly reduced her drunken stupor and her bathroom trips.
Suyin did feel better about her slightly more revealing outfit of the night once she saw a group of bridesmaids wearing diapers for a bachelorette party. Suyin was quickly dragged into the bachelorette group when she offered to buy a round for the party so long as they told her how the drinks tasted. Suyin noted that at least two of the bridesmaids needed a change after a second round, the yellowed padding of their crotches going unnoticed by other club goers. Suyin had a keen eye as her journalism required attention to detail.
Suyin was later told that the bride-to-be herself was apparently and she quoted her “scared shitless to be getting married in two days.” That was when the most entertaining moment of the second night occurred as the maid of honour shouted, “Prove it!”
The bride-to-be having had a few too many drinks and apparently lacking her inhibitions at this late stage of the night she simply scrunched up her face as the seat of her diaper changed to a brown tint and a slight stink could be detected through all the other smells of the club. “That’s how scared I am!” the bride-to-be shouted at the maid of honour who was now laughing hysterically causing the crotch of her own diaper to yellow.
Suyin was given some phone numbers to hang out with those ladies again sometime before she left. The rest of her night was uneventful, and she left early having had a large amount of writing to do the next day.
Managing to get much of her writing done and avoiding a hangover for the most part, Suyin went out for a filling late lunch.
•Night 3: Suyin is currently on night three of her research.
After drinking and getting others to help her get good notes for her top 5 drinks at 'Blue-Bell' and taking the required notes of her third clubbing experience of night three, Suyin was ready to call it quits for the night and was moving away from the dance floor. However, Suyin had a pressing issue to attend first, she was desperate to pee and the line to the toilets was long enough to require an alternative solution. Suyin mentally noted to add those kinds of detail to her article later.
Being pushed by others dancing as she walked away from the line then nearly slipping in what was likely some other poor girls’ puddle, did nothing to help her bladder and even reminded her that after a decent amount of time and many drinks dampening her inhibitions, her lunch was also threatening to escape one way or another. Even wearing black tight-fitting pants, she had no desire to piss herself on a club dance floor.
Suyin opted to go outside planning to squat against a wall. Stumbling out the door of ‘Blue-Bell’ towards a nearby long alleyway. Being a quiet city at 3-am, Suyin checked over her shoulder and clutched her purse along with her crotch. Suyin noted a large bin that she could squat behind for a bit of privacy.
"Gotta remember to pull the pants down this time, too many drinks can make you forgetful sometimes Suyin." She thought to herself recalling the incident two days prior after too many margaritas. The thought of her piss-stained jeans from two nights ago, still hung up on a clothesline made her blush to herself.
Unfortunately, her walk over to the large bin was interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Three sets of shoes moving in her direction. Suyin saw the owners, each wearing a similar outfit to some degree. Hoodies, wifebeater singlets, tracksuit pants and gold chains.
"We've been watching you... ordered damn near every drink on the menu. Must have cash to burn or for your sake donate to us." The most muscular of the three said. Unlike the other two, he was not wearing a hoodie but a black silk shirt with gold trim.
Now, Suyin was no stranger to being in moderate danger, Knota city wasn't well known for low crime rates, it in fact has a quite high unsolved murder rate. Suyin was usually quite a well composed woman, even in a dangerous situation. Suyin knew the safest thing to do was to throw her wallet over and ready the mace from her purse along with dialling the police via the phone in her other hand and preparing to scream for help. Unfortunately for Suyin and her tight-fitting black pants, the piss threatening to burst out of her made it harder to focus.
In a moment of panic, she threw her phone instead of her wallet, the mace fell out of her purse and rolled under the bin then she dropped her wallet right in front of herself. Suyin felt herself swallow hard and she visibly shivered with desperation, about to open her mouth to scream for help she saw the silk shirted mugger make a gesture to remain silent as he pulled a switchblade from his pocket and began a lumbering approach as a click noise sounded indicating the blade had flicked out.
That click sound was the final straw that broke Suyin's mostly composed demeanour along with her hold on her bladder. A stain was spreading on both the front and back of Suyins tight-fitting black pants as a warm wetness began to spread quickly down the back of her thighs, a liquid stream remained unbroken as it flowed down until it hit her partially bent knees where it finally split causing it to trickle back over onto her left foot as well as the right, a fairly large puddle growing beneath her feet. Staring at the mugger like a deer would stare at an oncoming set of headlights.
The silk shirted mugger chuckled, clearly proud of the fear he thought he'd inspired in Suyin. That was to be the last happy sound the man ever made. Interrupting the menacing advance of the silk shirt mugger, a loud wet splattering was heard behind him, as a choked-out cry for help was dashed. One of the two hoodie wearing muggers now lay on the ground in two pieces as a shadowy inhuman figure loomed over the bloodied remains.
The other hoodie wearing mugger was quick to react, not that it mattered, as he attempted to swing a chain from his hoodie pocket at the shadowy figure, his wrist was punctured by a long sharp and slender finger, closer to a blade than an appendage. The now injured mugger went to scream, but was quickly silenced as his skull was shoved into the alley wall with great force, a wet yet solid crunch sound as his final memoir.
Suyin was no longer staring at the silk shirted mugger as something much worse had come along. Suyin did not even register that a fresh smell of shit filled her nostrils or that if she were to feel the bulge growing in the seat of her tight form fitting pants that she'd be the source of that smell. The seat of her pants squishing her mess as it escaped her due to the tightness, her formerly quite nice buttocks were becoming covered in sticky and foul-smelling waste.
The Silk shirted mugger having turned to see his fellow muggers lay dead, he... in a fit of adrenaline, rage, and no doubt fear, rushed at the figure plunging his switchblade into it as he grunted at the exertion it took to break the skin.
The figure finally stepped into the light, a horrid humanoid giant with batlike features. The silk shirted mugger had but a moment to take in the sight of its sunken white eyes and blood covered fangs. The knife had barely broken the skin on the bat creatures’ arm however, black blood seemed to ooze from the opening. The bat creature made a quick flick of its wrist, and the silk shirted mugger was now missing an arm from the shoulder down. The creature made another motion that sounded almost akin to a cracking whip and the now one-armed silk shirted mugger flew through the air, knocking Suyin on her ass with an unpleasant squish.
Suyin getting knocked on her mess covered backside was the reality check she needed. As she also saw the bat creature drink blood from the arm it took from the one-armed silk shirt mugger. Being covered in the one-armed mugger’s blood as she dragged him around behind the bin where she propped herself against the wall.
Suyin did her best to lay herself down behind the bin placing the still bleeding mugger between her and the creature. It approached and she could hear it sniffing the air and it looked to also be listening, though it seemed to be having trouble locating any one sound in the cacophony of noise a city is known to house.
It moved in placing one of its gangly inhumanly strong clawed hands on the top of the large bin as it leaned low sniffed closer to the one-armed corpse. Suyin was too preoccupied by her situation earlier but now that the initial thirty seconds of adrenaline had worn off, she could feel more shit filling her pants. Suyin was now well aware of what she was actively doing in her formerly form fitting black pants. The bulge in her underwear still smoothing out as she was sat motionless on the ground against a wall behind a bin next to a corpse and what she could only describe as a monster.
The creature punctured the chest of the one-armed corpse and after a sickening sound of ribs breaking out of the way, it greedily scoffed a heart down its gullet in a motion akin to a large dog tilting up its head to swallow a treat.
The batlike creature sniffed the air once more leaning in even closer to Suyin's hiding spot, she saw its fangs, protruding and jagged as they were. Suyin thought to herself "This is the end." She could feel one final spurt of urine warm her crotch as tears trickled down her face, her eyes too tightly shut to watch the creature get closer.
Suddenly a shot rang out... deafening silence stuck in the air for a moment, lingering like the foul smell stuck in Suyin’s nostrils from both herself and the monster.
The creature snapped to attention swinging itself at the wall embedding its scythe-like fingers into the brick. The other hand pushed the large bin which rolled across the ground away from Suyin and nearly toppled over when it hit the chunks of mugger nearby.
The creature let out a cry of what sounded like rage. Suyin opened her eyes just in time to see the creature start climbing the alley wall and vanishing from view.
"It's okay, you're safe now." A feminine voice rang out. Suyin saw a short pale woman in a black cloak with a large shiny pistol in her hand, smoke still coming from the barrel, she kept her weapon trained on the rooftop, but began approaching Suyin then suddenly crinkled her nose upon reaching Suyin. That was when everything faded to black as Suyin fainted.
...
That's all for now, though it may be continued in the future. |
I had driven past this diner ever since I got a job down the road as a forklift driver. It seemed small, and I looked up the menu online so I would already know what I wanted when I went in. Looking through the front windows as I parked, the restaurant appeared to be quite empty. There was one girl standing behind the counter that she was wiping down. She looked up at me when she heard the front door creak open.
“Are you guys closing?” I asked her from the doorway.
“In an hour, you’re fine!” a beautiful smile stretched across her face. She was short, yet buxom.
I flashed her a smile of my own and walked over to sit at the counter. She set a glass of ice water and silverware wrapped in a paper napkin out for me, reaching for an order pad adorned in sharpie with what I assumed must be her name, “Fiona.”
‘Do you need a menu?” she asked. The way she said this came out a bit more strained than her initial greeting, almost rushed.
“No thanks, I actually know what I want. Can I have two eggs scrambled, sausage patties, hash browns, and wheat toast please?” As I said this, she quickly wrote it down, but wobbled a bit as she did so.
“Okay, coming right up!” She turned away to put my order in. As she walked I could see her squeezing her thighs together, her steps small and quick. Not to say she could not part them; the way the lower half of her legs frayed out as she walked exposed how tightly she was holding her body.
“Are you okay?” I asked, pointing to her leg bouncing as she hung my order up on the kitchen’s ring, crossing her legs back and forth as she turned back to me.
“Yeah, it’s just… well never mind,” she said, turning away towards the kitchen. I left it at that, thinking she was going to take care of whatever was wrong, but she came back with butter and jelly for my toast looking just as unrelieved as when she had left.
“Are you sure?” I asked , noticing now a subtle sense of urgency in her eyes.
“Actually… to be honest, my boss doesn’t let me use the bathroom while I’m working. I have to hold it in all day, even when we aren’t busy.” she looked down at herself, embarrassed by how she contorts her body.
“That’s really not fair to you… you can go right now,” I glanced around the restaurant in search of her boss, “I promise I won’t tell.”
“The cooks would tell on me… or my boss could walk in at any second… I just….” she said, struggling to get a full sentence out.
“That can be really dangerous, you should really go-” I began to say, until she let out an angry moan and gripped her side of the counter. She pushed herself forward and leaned hard against the wall behind her. She began to blush red, and look down at herself. As I followed her eyes, I noticed the spotting over the crotch of her pants. I looked away as quickly as possible.
“You can go… you should really just go…” I said quietly, as to not embarrass her in front of her coworkers. She reached down and cupped her bladder.
“No… ugh. It’s too late, I won’t make it,” she whispered back. Then she turned around and hobbled forward. I could hear small drips of pee leaking onto the floor. She pulled down a cup from the stack next to the soda machine, then turned to me.
“Please don’t tell anyone about this…” she pleaded. I gave her a nod with a concerned expression on my face because I really did not know what she was going to do.
I heard her unzip her pants and she tugged them down just above her knees. She put the cup between her legs, and that’s when I heard the heaviest and fastest stream of pee, rushing into the cup. For a moment, she had a look of relief on her face, but then it faded. She stopped her stream and put the full glass of pee onto the counter next to me. She leaned back again, grabbed another cup, and continued her process until that cup was full again. She repeated the process, over and over again until she was finally finished. I had never experienced a boner as hard as the one she gave me as she filled each cup. It was difficult to contain myself as my cock pressed up against the tight jeans I wore to work. She had filled four of the soda cups up with pee, just with her own bladder, not counting the puddle at her feet.
“I am so sorry… I will comp your meal and any meals you have going forward, that was so embarrassing…” She zipped her pants up and quickly grabbed all four of the cups to go dump out.
“No… uh… don’t worry, okay?” I turned towards and watched her dump all of the cups into the sink. When she turned back around to me, I could tell my secret was out. Her eyes went straight to the outline of my hard cock.
“Oh. I didn’t realize that impacted you that way?” she blushed and smiled a little “Was that from taking my pants off in front of you or the… the…”
“It was from that, yeah… I don’t know why, I really have never reacted that way before to something like that. But you just… you had so much. I don’t mean to be inappropriate.” I confessed, unable to deny my blatant arousal from her bladder bursting display.
“Can I tell you a secret?” she whispers, leaning in close to me. “Sometimes I like to hold my pee even when I’m not working. I’ll drink and drink until my bladder is so full it bulges!” My already aching cock throbbed, begging for release as I drowned in a pool of my own lust.
I stammered for something to say as she continued: “When I finally can’t stand it anymore I go into a big container and measure how much I was able to hold. My record is one and a half liters right now, but I’m holding more and more with each attempt!” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing; if she was being truthful she was only half a liter away from having a bladder capable of holding half a gallon.
“You like holding? Really?” I ask her, feeling for a moment that she’s only messing with me.
“Yep! Not as much as you seem to enjoy it though.” She motioned down with her eyes, giggling and biting her lip. “Maybe you’d enjoy watching me do this type of thing again sometime? My last boyfriend and I didn’t see eye to eye on many things, this included.” Before I could say “yes” she had written her phone number down on a piece of scrap paper and was pressing it into my palm.
“You have to buy the drinks though.” She winked at me as she walked through the double-swing doors leading to the kitchen. |
attention- this content story of Futanari characters
Emily was a beautiful 22 year old girl with short black hair with freckles all over her body. Today she had to go to the gym and for the occasion she wore small black cotton women's boxers, over a pair of tight dark gray leggings with a white sports bra.
Before going to the gym she already needed enough to go to the bathroom for drinking two large glasses full of water, so I put her bag on the floor and went to the bathroom inside her apartment.
After lowering the leggings and boxers I stood there for 5 minutes trying to pee without success. He did not know why but although he had a discreet need to urinate, not a drop of pee came out of his penis.
After spending another 5 minutes unsuccessfully he decided that he will go to the gym bathroom. She got up her boxers with leggings, took her bag, and after 10 minutes by car she had arrived at the gym.
Today the gym was full of people, he went to the locker room and noticed a long line of girls waiting their turn in front of the toilet room. Emily is starting to worry a little but she thought she would be free later, so I start her 2 hour workout.
I begin to warm up with 30 minutes on the treadmill, while he was walking he had to hydrate himself with a sip of water every now and then. After almost 20 minutes her despair drastically increased, forcing the poor woman to walk with her legs closer together.
In the last 5 minutes the urge to piss was skyrocketing and while he was doing the last minutes of brisk walking a small spray came out of the penis, slightly wetting the boxers.
Emily after she finished her light run felt that the boxers were completely wet because she had suffered two more small losses and had sweaty testicles, but at the moment there was not a single spot on the leggings.
After taking another sip of water she ran into the locker room to go to the bathroom but the queue had increased. The only thing to do to avoid having an accident as a child was to join the queue and wait for your turn.
When there were only two people missing in front of her, the pee decided to go out a high time with a little squirt. Looking down he noticed a small dark spot on the leggings right on the tip of the penis. He squeezed his legs tightly and placed his hands firmly on his penis.
After another loss, the last person finally comes out and Emily walks into the small toilet room, quickly pulls down her soaking leggings and boxers leaving her penis exposed.
But the pee did not come out! Emily is trying to push the pee out of the penis to no avail, although she is about to burst, the pee does not want to come out.
He tries for almost 5 minutes when a woman nervously knocks on the door. Panicked Emily pulls up her boxers and leggings and opens the door to let the girl in.
While another leak increases the size of the stain on the leggings, as she came out of the locker room she had a diabolical idea that is to pee in the towel.
Then he took the towel and went to sit on a bench, lowered the leggings slightly and put the towel over the boxers. After less than 2 seconds the pee began to come out like a stream while the towel began to get wet more and more.
After releasing almost half of the pee she was forced to stop because the towel had become completely soaked.
Once he blocked the flow and pulled the towel away, he pulled up his leggings and saw a dark patch of urine the size of a ping pong ball right on the tip of his penis.
I keep exercising trying to hide the dark spot every time someone passed, while the pee was starting to build up in the bladder again.
After 30 minutes, Emily's desperation returns as before. While doing the squats the desperation only increased, forcing the poor girl to do them with her legs together.
After finishing the squats, he has to do 20 minutes on the stationary bike. Despite the urge to urinate, he wanted to start, his bladder hurt from the lot of liquid it was holding.
To relieve the pain, since she already had a dark spot on her leggings she decided to let out some pee. I let out a small stream of urine by dropping two drops on the bike chair.
After doing this, for the next 2 minutes the despair subsided but soon I am back as before forcing Emily to get up and run to the bathroom.
As always there was always a long line, and Emily got behind it all by crossing her legs and hiding her spot (which has become much larger and even more visible) with her hands.
There were still four people missing in front of her, but Emily wouldn't let go and squeezed her legs even tighter. As she searched for something to distract herself, she noticed that next to her was a girl who was younger and shorter than Emily, who was jumping and doubling over in despair, and was starting to cry.
Emily seeing the poor girl said in a low voice: "girl, don't cry what's wrong?"
The little girl turned to Emily and said, "I'm going to piss in my shorts just like a baby!"
To calm her down, Emily told her: "Don't worry, soon it will be your turn, and look, I'm about to have an accident too."
The girl stopped crying and replied:
"my bladder is hurting from how much pee I have to do!"
Emily replied: "If you relieve the pain try to pee on yourself and see it will pass for a while"
Emily pulled her hands away from the penis showing him the stain saying "look, I did it too before to relieve the pressure"
The little girl was amazed by the pee stain on Emily's leggings and replied: "ok, now I'll try"
Emily looked down and discovered that the girl was a Futanari too, because her penis was visible from her green shorts.
After only 5 seconds I begin to glimpse a small dark green spot (on the tip of the girl's penis) that gradually became bigger and bigger until it became as big as the stain that Emily kept on her leggings.
Emily looking at this, could only increase her urge to urinate, failing to prevent two small sprays from coming out further enlarging the stain.
The little girl, after the stain finished spreading on her shorts, said, "Thanks! I feel a little better now!"
After another 5 minutes in a row, the girl had entered the toilet room and the next was Emily.
Emily couldn't stop hopping in desperation, bending over, squeezing her legs tightly and pressing as hard as she could on the penis.
She had never been so desperate in her life. The girl opened the door and Emily ran inside, and without even lowering her leggings she remained motionless in front of the toilet, completely wetting her horse and legs both holy and behind, while a huge puddle formed that came out of the door.
The pee came out so maybe it crashed into her boobs, completely wetting the white sports bra too.
He could not continue to work out in the leggings in these conditions, so he left the bathroom (covering his face with his hands in shame), took the bag, got into the car and went home.
Once she arrived at the apartment, she wasn't sad about peeing in her leggings at the gym, on the contrary she felt good and after taking a shower she sat on the sofa to watch a movie.
Emily:
the little girl: |
Last summer I was going to the pool with some friends from uni. I woke up rather late and hurried to chug a cup of coffee and pack my one-piece swimsuit, large towel and snacks. A glance at the clock told me I was going to be late so I jumped on my bike and noticed I skipped my morning pee, but I didn't think much of it as I would be at the pool in about 10 minutes.
I must have driven quite fast, since I actually got there on time. four out of my five friends were already waiting and I walked up to them. One of the girls, we'll call her Sam, was standing with her legs tensed and crossed, which reminded me of my own bladder. I asked where the guy that had ordered our tickets was and the girl with the crossed legs answered that he had texted them that he had gotten a flat tire and would get here in about 10 minutes.
Of course those 10 turned into 20 and we got comfortable sitting down on the parking lot and starting our snacks. When he finally showed up we got into the queue for entering the pool. After the ticket booth there would be changing rooms, and after the changing rooms there would be toilets. I knew I would be changing in a hurry and I knew someone else that would as well.
By the time we were having our tickets scanned Sam had her bag in front of her waist and one hand behind it, undoubtedly on her jeans. I must admit I was also feeling the pressure of my morning pee and coffee filling up my bladder, and I couldn't really focus on the conversation my friends were having.
After all of our tickets were scanned we walked on to the changing rooms and I saw something I should have seen coming: a queue. the guys got in the guy queue and me and Sam got in the girl queue. With the boys minding their own business and Sam in a worse spot than me I finally gave in and brought my hand down to my struggling lady bits.
I tried to make some conversation with Sam but I didn't get much more out of her than a couple nods. When we finally got to the front of the queue and a stall opened up Sam and me looked at each other, both our hands down there and our legs crossed. We both started for the stall and got in.
Both of us immediately started undoing our shoes, but Sam struggled as she tried to keep some pressure on the outside of her pants. In a hurry I pulled my pants and panties down at the same time and immediately felt my need greatly increase, like I was about to sit down on a toilet. In a reflex both my hands shot down to my naked bits and I squeezed myself while bending over slightly.
Sam pulled down just her jeans first, and while she used both of her hands to pull them down over her legs and feet a small patch started glistening on her pink panties. She basically slapped herself while bringing her right hand up to them and after two seconds she removed her hand to inspect the damage and looked at me sheepishly.
In the mean time I was digging through my bag to find my swimsuit with one hand, while the other was pressed firmly between my naked legs. Sam removed her t-shirt next and squirmed while using both hands to undo her bra. When I finally found my swimsuit I too pulled my shirt over my head, but I was not wearing any bra.
To get into my swimsuit I raised my right leg and immediately a small spurt escaped me. It made a splash on the floor and Sam squirmed in agony. I looked at her mortified while squeezing myself harder than ever. I needed to get into this swimsuit and to the bathroom as quickly as possible, but it felt impossible to even move my legs.
Sam had also found her swimsuit and was now removing her panties. She tried what I had tried, and while her legs opened up a small drop started running down the leg she was standing on, she however did not stop as I had done and also put her other leg in the swimsuit, causing a slightly larger drop to run down her other leg.
I knew I didn't want Sam to wait for me so I too tried again, leaking small dribbles on the dry changing room floor. Sam had now gotten the swimsuit up to her waist and while putting her hands through the arm holes i saw a couple more drops run down between her crossed legs. I too was getting my swimsuit on fully now, and it was a lot tighter than I remembered, putting significant external pressure on my bulging bladder.
When we both had our swimsuits on we looked at each other and we knew we had to make a run for the bathrooms before our slightly wet legs would become apparent even to the casual observer. We opened the door of the stall and both tried removing our hands from out swimsuits, but I immediately had to cross my legs and use my hand again. Sam speed walked past me with a soft stream visible on the back of her legs.
I knew this was really the only option so I too started walking, leaking greater and greater spurts with every step until eventually we almost reached the toilets, but suddenly Sam turned around and came back facing me. "The boys" she just said with panic in her voice while her leaks were now also visible from the front.
We stood still for a second and I noticed that some people were looking at us, two girls with our legs crossed and hands between our legs. We both had streams of pee running down our legs and made audible splashes on the floor. This realization was my bladders final push, it gave in. The streams became a hissing fountain and I saw the same thing happen inside Sam's swimsuit. Pee was gushing through our swimsuits and fingers, down our legs and feet, and onto the otherwise dry floor.
We were standing in front of the lockers, completely mortified. Sam and I knew that it was over, we were peeing ourselves. Of course the boys had seen Sam and found out what was happening, I still wonder whether we could have reached the toilets before completely losing control, but I don't think so. |
Those of you who remember my previous story may recall that, once I get the bit between my teeth, I just tend to sit and write - or, rather, my characters sit and write for me, so the output can be pretty quick. Here's the next instalment - just a quick heads up, I'm currently on the naughty step (sorry again mods! 🙈) so my posts are being moderated, this means things may sometimes be a little delayed and then multiple updates appear at once - apologies.
Chapter 3
“Thanks sweetie, this looks amazing! And you made it all yourself? I’m impressed” Lesley crowed, licking her lips at the feast which was set down before her, before casting a knowing eye sidelong at the drinks “Are you sure that’s a great idea though? I mean, boy do I need it, but…well, you know…”
“Muuuuuuuum! Honestly, I’m 19 years old! And anyway, last night…” Kenzie rolled her eyes at her Mum’s comments, but deep down she knew that she was right, it probably *wasn’t* the best idea, but she just wanted to finish her great day on a high, feel like a grownup for a change, and it was nice to be able to share a glass with her Mum. Besides, maybe it’d help soften her up a bit for a chat about work, she hated not having a lot of money for herself when so many of her friends had jobs now.
“McKenzie Sumner, less of your lip please young lady. If you’re old enough to have a drink with your old Mum, then you’re old enough to speak to her like an adult, too, thank you very much. And yes, I guess that does mean you’re old enough to deal with the consequences of your own actions and choices too, so enjoy it but don’t you be all mardy tomorrow morning.”
Suitably chided, McKenzie turned her focus to the pasta dish she’d prepared, pleasantly surprised by her own culinary skills and thinking to herself that if a career in law doesn’t work out then maybe she could become a chef instead. It really was delicious! The wine, too, although her reprimand had taken the shine off that just slightly, but she was determined not to let anything spoil her perfect day.
Lesley was enjoying dinner just as much as her daughter, the pasta delicious and the fact she’d not had to lift a finger made it taste even more so, washed down with a glass of wine which she’d been fancying all day, and which quickly took the edge off her niggly temper and made her wish she’d not had a dig at Kenzie - she knew the girl struggled so much at times with everything, and if she decided to make the most of a rare ‘good’ day then good for her.
Pushing her clean plate away with a contented sigh, she caught the girls eye and made a point of apologising, as she’d always taught her to do. “Sorry for snapping love, and thanks for taking care of things today. As you’ve cooked, don’t worry about loading the dishwasher, I’ll sort it once I’ve finished going through the post”
As expected, the vast majority of the mail was wither junk, or bills. When was it ever anything else? Lesley sorted them out, checking over the bills to make sure nothing was amiss and putting them to one side to be filed, before tearing up the junk mail to toss in the recycling bag. The last envelope, she noticed, was addressed not to her or “The Occupier”, but to Miss M L Sumner, and was official looking manilla with a franked postmark and the Liverpool University Hospitals NHS Trust logo emblazoned alongside.
“Kenz, love, did you not look at the post? There’s a doctors one here for you”
McKenzie was once more distracted by her phone, catching up with a group chat argument that had been taking place as she ate, and just gave a dismissive shrug “You open it, Mum, it’ll only be a reminder about the flu jab or something.” Before returning to her friends disagreement, deciding which side she should join.
Lesley slit the envelope open and pulled out the letter, carefully unfurling and noting the NHS trust letter head along with the “Urology” department details.
“Dear Miss Sumner,
Your General Practitioner, Dr Sandeep Ghara has made a referral to the department, and an appointment has been made for you to attend the Enuresis clinic at Liverpool Royal Hospital, Prescot Street, Liverpool on Tuesday 14th November at 3pm.
Please bring a urine sample, your CCBBS charts and details of any medication you are currently taking when you attend.
Your appointment is with the consultant urologist, Mr Jason Mohammed, and should take no longer than 1 hour.
Kind Regards, “
Having read through the letter, she passed it across the table to her daughter, waving it slightly to catch her attention and motioning for the girl to take her earphones out.
“Have a read, Kenz, it’s from the hospital. It looks like they’ve referred you back to the Urology department now you’ve moved on from CCBBS, but who knows why - I’m sure it was Mr Mohammed you saw last time, wasn’t it?”
McKenzie’s face clouded at the mention of the hospital, and the consultant who she’d last seen when she was 16, evidently she was wrong about nothing spoiling her mood. She took the paper with a little trepidation, and quickly scanned over it taking in the detail with frustration at having to go back, again when they’d not been able to do anything to help her previously, but at the same time with a slight relief that whilst it would be mortifying to sit there and go over everything for what felt like the millionth time, at least there was no mention of having to attend with a full bladder this time, something which had ended badly and really, really embarrassingly back when she was still in school.
“Yeah, that’s him. I wonder what he wants? They did so many tests last time, and the time before, and…well, for the past 10 bloody years, and they’ve never been able to get to the bottom of it! Argh! I mean, if he can do something to help then that’s great, but if it’s just another waste of everybody’s time then I’m going to discharge myself and I won’t be going back!”
With that, and before her Mum could say a word, Kenzie snatched up her phone and stomped out of the room, needing time and space to process things. Lesley didn’t follow, instead topping up her glass with a deep sigh, and wishing once again that she could do something to take her little girl’s troubles away. |
Chapter 12
Laundry and work bag in the car, Lesley poured herself one last coffee into her travel mug, stopped off to use the bathroom knowing that’d she’d have a slightly longer commute than usual this morning, and then locked up and hopped into her car, turning the heating up full blast against the wintery morning chill and sped off in the direction of the launderette. She knew they wouldn’t be open this early, but had become friendly with the woman who owned it some years back and was sure she’d be in early getting on top of things before the public descended on her.
Passing the bus stop at the end of their street where many of the local neighbourhood children were stood waiting for their school busses dressed in an assortment of woolly hats, thick winter coats and, causing Lesley to shudder a little, one youngster in just shirt sleeves - it really wasn’t warm enough for that! - she noticed McKenzie and a couple of other older students were stood off to one side, meaning the public bus they caught to college hadn’t arrived yet. Not recognising the other girls, Lesley gave a quick pap of the horn and a wave to her daughter as she passed, causing much embarrassment in the process.
McKenzie had made it to the bus stop with just a couple of minutes to spare, but typically given how cold it was, the bus was running late! Why did that never happen when the sun was shining and she could enjoy the extra few minutes basking? But it always seemed to be the case when she was shivering. A couple of other girls about her age were at the stop when she’d arrived, and they’d exchanged awkward nods of acknowledgement - they caught the same bus most days, but didn’t share any classes and hadn’t known each other from school, so in truth she wasn’t even really sure of their names! One of them may have been called Emma, she recalled from an overheard conversation the previous year, but the other had only appeared in September so was presumably in her first year, and must have attended a different high school.
She’d blushed and given a rather embarrassed little wave as her Mum passed and beeped at her, glancing sideways at her two silent companions with a roll of the eyes and a look that said ‘mums, eh?!’ before looking straight back down again, teenage awkwardness taking over. It was funny, she’d learned to be quite outgoing and confident when talking to older adults, perhaps because of all of the specialists and experts she’d had to meet over the years whilst growing up, and she’d always had a way with younger kids, likely for the same reason - the older she got, the more she found herself spending time amusing children often several years younger than her at the various clinics and surgeries she’d attended - yet she found it really quite difficult to strike up a conversation with people of her own age.
The minutes ticked by, and still there was no sign of their bus, nor the special services scheduled to collect the school kids and drop them off at her old high school, and the other catholic high on the other side of town. Meanwhile, Lesley had made it to the little out of town shopping strip where the laundry service was located, and was just in the process of manhandling her bulky load out of the car boot when her friend caught sight of her from inside the shop, and hurried out to lend a hand.
“I thought it was you I could see out here! Morning Lesley, long time no see, how’s things with you and…McKenzie, isn’t it?”
Welcoming the assistance, Lesley handed over one of the heavy bags, before heaving the second out and slamming the boot lid back into place.
“Hiya Maureen, yeah we’re good thanks. Sorry I’ve not been over, with one thing and another we’ve not needed anything dry cleaning for a while now, but this bedding needs a freshening up and it’s far too bulky for my machine at home, so I thought I’d swing by on my way into the office and see if you were about.”
“Ah you know me Les, I live and breathe this place! Its hard work, but doing so much of it myself keeps costs low and helps the business to remain viable, so I’m always here at the crack of dawn - it’s either that, or stay late at night, but when there’s a bottle of wine calling me from home that’s never a very appealing proposition! Haha”
Lesley chuckled, knowing all too well what Maureen meant. Whilst she didn’t work for herself, she’d freelanced in the past and knew how important it was to keep a lid on costs if you were to earn a decent crust, and all too well how the allure of that glass (or 3!) of wine could distract you.
“This lot can probably all go in together, it’s just sheets and a duvet. Any chance I can pop by on my way home from work to grab it, if you’ll have chance to get it done by then? Kenz only has the one winter duvet, and I don’t much fancy another disturbed night if I can avoid it!”
Maureen cast a quick eye over the bags, agreeing that it was just one large load and nodding the affirmative, it’d probably be ready within a couple of hours, so collecting at the end of the day would be fine.
“Absolutely, I’ll be here until 5 but no later, there’s a bottle chilling that’s got my name on it.”
The two women exchanged a little more small talk whilst Lesley paid the bill and added a generous tip for the fact that her friend would have to handle such an unpleasant task, but feeling too embarrassed on her daughter’s behalf to bring up the issue, before bidding her good day and setting off back on her way to start her working day, the stop-off and chat having eaten quite heavily into her morning schedule and leaving her probably just enough time to get parked up and to her desk for the start of her shift.
Poor McKenzie, now 10 minutes late for college and with no sign of any buses, was still waiting rather impatiently at the bus stop, frustrations mounting both in her and those around her. |
This one's a little longer, I kind of got carried away. 😉
Chapter 13
It was now getting on for three quarters of an hour since Kenzie had arrived at the bus stop, she was absolutely frozen to the core and quite fed up, not least because had she known the bus wasn’t going to be on time she could have stayed inside in the warm a while longer, or perhaps even convinced her Mum to drop her off again on the way to work. The school kids were still all waiting for their buses, too, and were becoming quite rowdy - the younger ones messing around and pushing each other about, as they do, whilst the older year groups looked just as miffed as she herself was.
One girl, probably in year 10 or 11 judging by her appearance, came over to where McKenzie, blonde haired Emma? and the other older student who’s hair and in fact entire appearance was something quite unique (in a good way!) were stood staring at their phones, and nervously asked whether any of them had any idea what was going on. It proved to be the catalyst to striking up a conversation, as both Kenzie and the unnamed girl chimed in that they hadn’t a clue.
“How about you, Emily, have you heard anything?
There came no reply, and it became apparent that Emily (ahh, so I’d been nearly right, Kenzie mused to herself) had earphones in no doubt trying to block out the monotony of standing around motionless for so long. McKenzie had never really picked up on it, but it seemed that the other two students knew each other, for the younger of the two proceeded to yank one of Emily’s earbuds out before repeating her enquiry a little louder.
“Oh shit, sorry Chlo, I was in a world of my own there! No, nothing, and it starting to take the piss a bit now isn’t it?”
They all murmured their agreement, with Emily giving an exaggerated stretch and jiggle on the spot which Kenzie assumed was an attempt to warm herself up.
“Truth told, I’m actually starting to need a wee, and this bloody cold isn’t helping me at all. If the bus doesn’t get here soon I think I’m going to have to nip back home, and then what’s the betting I’ll miss it.”
The younger teen gasped in surprise and relief, before interjecting “Oh thank God, I thought I was the only one! I’ve been busting for the past half hour, but I live over the other side of the estate so there’s no way I’ll get back in time for the bus if I go home, and I’m not sure I can even wait that long anyway. Ooh I really hope this damned bus gets here soon.”
Their admissions seemed to break the ice (pardon the pun!) and the 4 girls were soon chatting easily between themselves, passing the time and trying to distract Emily, and the schoolgirl who turned out to be called Charlotte, from their growing need. Chloe’s phone rang after a few minutes, and from what they could gather from the side of the conversation they could all hear it was somebody updating her on what had caused they delays. Thanking the caller, she turned back to address the other girls.
“That was my Mum, I text her ages ago to say we were all still waiting for the bus and to see if she knew what was going on, but she’s only just got my message as she’s been stuck in the car in traffic. Apparently there’s been a massive smash in the town centre, right outside the bus station, so no buses have been able to get out. She said it’s a real mess, and it may be another hour or more before they can get a bus over to pick us up - apparently she’s phoned college and they know about it, so it’s fine for us to go back home if we don’t want to wait in the cold, we can do remote learning for today.”
Chloe and McKenzie looked delighted with this news, a day of studying on their laptops in bed infinitely preferable to a day stuck in college, especially with the weather being as bad as it was - the wind was starting to really howl now, and they could already feel the first spots of rain or maybe even sleet starting to fall. Emily, too, struggled to suppress a wide grin, she knew she had a bit of a walk to get home, but then she’d be able to use the loo without worrying about missing the bus, and the heating would still be on which would be very welcome indeed!
Only Charlotte looked a little uncomfortable at the revelation, nervously biting her lip s she listened.
“Are you ok Charlotte?” One of the older girls asked.
“Erm…yeah, just wondering what about my school. I mean, I can’t wait here another hour just to see if a bus does turn up, and it’s too far to walk to school, or even to walk back home.” She gave her legs a tight squeeze together, emphasising her point. “I’ll try to ring them now and see what they say, but ooh I don’t know what I’m going to do…”
They all sympathised with what seemed to be an impossible situation, Emily perhaps a little more so for she was in much the same predicament, although at least she had some certainty now and whilst it wouldn’t be a comfortable walk home, she knew she’d be fine. They waited where they were for a few moments whilst Charlotte made a call to her school, watching her facial expressions and trying to listen to what was being said, hoping the poor girl received some good news.
“Well, that was weird, I’ve never actually phoned the school office before! But yeah, they were pretty cool about it all, apparently there’s hardly anybody made it in to classes so far today because of the buses and the roads all being screwed up, so they said I can either go home and use it as a revision day for my GCSE’s if my Mum agrees, or try to get in to school when I can. Mum’s working, so I’ll text her and I guess I’ll have to head home - a day off is great, but ooooh I’m really not sure I can make it all that way without a wee, I feel like I’m about to wet myself as it is. OMG this is soooo embarrassing.” She looked mortified, blushing profusely as she did what could best be described as a potty dance on the spot, the other girls all doing their best to look away and give her a moment to compose herself, whilst some of her own peers and the younger kids seemed to pick up on what was going on, and started to make jokes and laugh, bringing much unwanted attention to poor Charlotte.
Taking Pity, Emily offered to let her use the loo at her house, although it was a 10 minute or so walk, and she asked whether that would help. Charlotte was grateful, but at the same time grimaced at the prospect of walking for so long, and the worry about what would happen if she couldn’t wait. It was then that Kenzie spoke up, pointing out that her house was much closer, and she wasn’t in the same predicament as Emily and Charlotte, so the loo would be free. She even extended the offer to Emily, is she’d have the opportunity to relieve herself before walking home.
Whilst Emily declined the kind offer, as it was taking her in the wrong direction and, whilst she definitely needed to go she was nothing like as desperate as the younger girl and really just wanted to get home and warm more than anything. Charlotte, on the other hand was absolutely elated, and couldn’t thank McKenzie enough for coming to her rescue, blushing as she muttered that she felt sure she’d have had an accident if she’d tried to make it home, and at 16 how embarrassing would that have been?
Plans settled, and resolving to chat tomorrow at the bus stop, they were just about to set off on their respective walks home when Chloe gestured towards the gaggle of school kids who were variously playing on their phones, kicking a football about and standing shivering, much like they themselves had been.
“What about them? We can’t very well just leave them standing here all day can we?”
Kenzie shrugged indifferently, her own struggles making her particularly sensitive to the childish way some of them had spoken about poor Charlotte just a few minutes earlier, but Charlotte being the better person agreed and stepped forward tensely to address them all in as close to a confident voice as she could muster.
“Listen up, you lot. There’s been a crash or something, so the buses aren’t running. These girls have spoken to their college and they’ve going home, I called St Aelred’s and they’ve told me I can either go home and use today for revision, or try to get into school - so you should probably try to get hold of your schools, or your parents, and see what they want you to do. Apparently it will be at least another hour before any buses can get here.”
The response was a little mixed, with lots of fluster and panic from the younger ones and those less sure of themselves, quickly drowned out by whoops and cheers from everybody looking forward to an unexpected day off from school. They were all in high school so far as the older girls could make out, so very much able to take care of their own arrangements and make their own judgement calls about what to do for the best now the knew the situation, so with that they parted ways and began on their walks home, Kenzie leading the way for Charlotte. |
Chapter 17
McKenzie snoozed for more than an hour, eventually disturbing as she heard the mail arriving downstairs with a rattle of the letterbox and a loud thud on the doormat. Disoriented, it took her a few moments to find her bearings and remember where she was, and why. Panicked instinct caused her first to check under the covers, relieved to find everything dry and as it should be, and then her phone - startled to see that not only had she not just been dozing for a few minutes as she expected but more than an hour had passed, but also that there were a number of messages that she’d not heard come through.
She began thumbing through the messages, finding nothing important and mostly just silliness from her college friends, many of whom were also enjoying an impromptu day at home (although a couple weren’t so fortunate, as the saltiness of their messages confirmed!). Satisfied that she’d not missed out on anything major, and refreshed after her hour in bed, McKenzie extricated herself from the covers in which she was cocooned and decided to do something productive, for staring at the disinteresting old prose had only sent her to sleep and whilst she could quite happily while away the rest of the day snoring, it seemed such a waste. It was as she stood that she felt a prickling from her midsection, a timely reminder from her bladder that having drank late night hot chocolate and then what felt like several gallons of coffee so far this morning, she really should nip and use the loo. How strange, she thought to herself not for the first time over the years, that I can have been fast asleep and clearly desperate for a wee and not wet the bed, yet other times I can barely drink and use the toilet immediately before closing my eyes, only to wake up to a flood! It just makes no sense whatsoever.
She mused over this seemingly nonsensical problem as she visited the bathroom and relieved herself, taking the opportunity whilst washing her hands to give her face a splash with cold water which quickly shook the reminder of the sleep from her and left her feeling wide awake and raring to go, if she was being honest with herself probably for the first time in a very, very long time.
Ablutions taken care of, and noting there were still a couple of hours left of her normal college day, Kenzie grabbed her laptop and file from where they lay discarded in her mum’s bedroom, and descended the stairs to the kitchen table where she hoped she’d be able to regain her earlier productivity. She laid out her project work across the table, and began collating the information and putting it into some kind of meaningful order. It took the remainder of the afternoon, but she was quite satisfied by what she’d managed to achieve, feeling confident that her project was at least half way towards being ready for submission.
Across town, Lesley was working diligently in the hope of an early dart, knowing that she had to make it to the launderette before Maureen left for the day if Kenzie was to have fresh bedding and she, in turn, was to have her bed to herself again tonight. She’d got most of her days workload taken care of by 4pm, and eventually decided that the last couple of documents she needed to review and sign off could go home with her, to be completed over a glass of that delicious wine from last night. The clients didn’t need them until morning, and it would make her journey home so much less stressful if she wasn’t rushing.
Maureen was just bringing in the outdoor pavement signs and giving the shop a last quick lick with the mop when Lesley arrived, perfect timing with just 15 minutes left before closing.
“Twice in one day, and after so long” the owner chuckled as she ducked under the counter to retrieve the laundered bedding.
“Haha, Hi, Maureen. Yeah I had to make sure I got here in time so Kenzie had her thick quilt back for tonight, I’m far to used to my own bed to have her sharing with me again!”
The two ladies exchanged a look, and in that moment Maureen understood who’s soiled bedding she’d just washed, and Lesley realised she’d well and truly put her foot in it and exposed poor McKenzie’s secret to a virtual stranger. She hurriedly began stumbling over her words, trying to explain praying for discretion.
“I,…b..but..I mean, I…” she fumbled and stammered, horrified that she’d let something like that slip and completely unable to put together a coherent sentence.
“Lesley, relax!” Maureen interjected “Honestly, in this job I’ve seen everything, and I really do mean *everything*. They’re certainly not the first damp bedsheets I’ve been asked to wash, and I bet they won’t even be the last this week! What happens in the launderette stays in the launderette, and all that. I figured they must be your daughters, isn’t she what college age now? Experimenting with drink no doubt…well, I bet she doesn’t do that again in a hurry eh.”
Still struck dumb, but immensely relieved that Maureen hadn’t seemed disgusted, or even really shocked, Lesley merely nodded, eventually managing to mumble something about wine being involved, at which the older woman rolled her eyes and laughed.
Having settled the bill, and keen to get out of what was still a pretty uncomfortable situation, Lesley then thanked Maureen for taking care of things so quickly, discreetly asked her to “keep it to herself” although she knew that was probably completely unnecessary, and then bade her goodbyes she loaded the fluffy duvet and neatly folded sheets and covers into the boot of her car once more, before taping out a quick text to Kenzie.
“Hiya love, just on my way home, be about 15 mins. Pop the kettle on would ya? x “ |
Chapter 18
Focussed on her work, McKenzie hadn’t heard her phone ping as the message arrived, so she jumped a little as she heard keys in the front door, announcing her Mum’s earlier than expected arrival home.
“Hi Mum, you’re early” she called cheerfully from the kitchen, where she was still pouring over the various documents and worksheets she had spread across the table.
“Hiya sweetie, yeah I text, didn’t you see it? Does that mean I’ll have to make my own cuppa then?” Lesley put on a mock scolding voice, chuckling at the look of indignation on her daughters face as she walked into the kitchen and gave her a hug, taking in the mass of work spread out.
“Honestly McKenzie, you make a mess wherever you go!” this delivered with a wide smile, for she couldn’t get angry over college work, and she half wished as much interest and diligence had been shown in the earlier years of her education, but Kenzie had been so distracted by everything else going on that school work often came distant second in her priorities.
The pair continued to exchange banter as Lesley filled the kettle and prepared two mugs of steaming hot coffee for them, and Kenzie tidied away her work, although not before her mum took a rare opportunity to have a look over some of it and praise her daughter for the excellent standard, causing a blush.
The table clear once more, Lesley set down the mugs and added a plate containing a slice of cake each, a little afternoon treat for whilst they caught up on each other’s day.
“So Kenz, love, whatever was all that about on the phone earlier? I heard about the crash in work, it effected loads of people, but why didn’t you have your key? And what on earth was going on with your friend?”
“Ahh, so sorry for worrying you when I phoned Mum! I’d swapped coats this morning, if you remember? And my keys were still in my denim that I had on yesterday - it wouldn’t have been much of a problem if the bus had turned up, I’d just have stayed later at college until I knew you were home, but with the crash and the buses being cancelled I had to come home, and that’s when I realised! It’s a good job you’d thought to hide that spare key, other wise I don’t know what we’d have done!”
“I’m actually surprised that’s the first time in what, 6 years or so that you’ve been making your own way home from school and now college that you’ve needed to use it, surprised but quite impressed. That key’s been there since you turned 13…and, hands up, I’ve had to use it myself a couple of times before now. Anyway, you said you don’t know what ‘we’ would have done, who’s the we? I didn’t recognise that voice in the background earlier.”
Realising that this was going to take some explaining, Kenzie took a slurp of her coffee and a generous bite of cake before beginning.
“Her name’s Charlotte, and I only actually met her today. When the bus was so late, I got talking to a couple of girls from my college who get the same bus - Emily and Chloe - about what we should do. There are loads of kids that catch school buses from there, too, and Charlotte heard us talking about it so she came to ask what was happening. She’s 16 and in Year 11 at St Aelred’s. After we’d spoken to college, she called her school and they said she could stay at home too and spend the day doing revision, but she lives right the way over on the other side of the estate next to the ring road, and after waiting so long for the bus in the cold she was bursting for a wee, so I offered to let her come and use our loo before walking home, I hope that was ok?”
Relieved to hear that what had sounded like a real cause for panic on the phone turned out to be little more than a couple of teenagers making a mountain out of a molehill, Lesley smiled warmly “Of course it’s ok, honestly Kenz It’s your home too, you can always bring friends here you know that. Well done you for helping out somebody in need, too, I bet she’d have been really uncomfortable if you’d not offered and she’d had to walk home.”
Nodding in agreement, Kenzie added “Yeah, she was in a pretty bad way Mum. That’s why I rang you in a panic, I thought she was going to have an accident right out there on our front step when I told her I didn’t have my key. There’s no way she’d have made it all the way home without having an accident, and I could tell she was really embarrassed which is why I wanted to help.
“Well, good for you.”
“Charlotte went straight home after that, she had to log in to do her school work remotely, and I think she felt a bit awkward after everything, but I’ll hopefully see her again at the bus stop in the morning so I’ll make sure she’s ok. After she’d gone, I basically spent the day caching up on my coursework, and that’s about it really until you got home.” McKenzie conveniently left out the bit about falling back to sleep for an hour, reasoning that she’d still achieved far more work than she would have done in college, so her Mum really didn’t need to know about that little indiscretion.
Lesley briefly filled Kenzie in on her day, uneventful and lacking in excitement as it had been, and then after rinsing their dishes announced that she was going to unload the car, and that she’d leave the fresh bedding upstairs for her, as she wanted to go and run herself a long, hot bath and have a soak. |
Chapter 20
Having made her bed, and enjoying the fluffiness that only comes from a freshly laundered and tumble dried quilt, Kenzie had collapsed on top and was lay scrolling through social media on her phone, noting new friend requests which had popped up from Emily, Chloe and even Charlotte who she’d met earlier. At first she wondered how they’d found her, but then again McKenzie wasn’t a particularly common name. Reasoning that she’d all shared something that morning, her and Charlotte in particular, and she was pleased that the young girl had taken the time to track her down despite her rather hasty retreat after using the bathroom, she accepted all of the requests, and sent them all a quick “Hey” by way of acknowledgement.
She was just having a quick browse on each of their profiles, keen to learn a bit more about who they were, when she heard her mum call her from the bathroom, and wondered what on earth was so urgent that having a chat couldn’t wait until after she’d had her bath.
“Coming, Mum. One sec.”
Finding the bathroom door closed, despite her mums comment that she was decent Kenzie still knocked out of politeness and respect for her privacy, waiting to be invited into the room before turning the handle and pushing the door open.
“Hey Mum, what’s up?”
Lesley was still perched on top of the toilet when her daughter entered the room, and looking up she smiled and motioned for the girl to take a seat herself on the edge of the bath or the wooden laundry hamper.
“Hey sweetie, look this is a little awkward and I don’t quite know how to bring this up, so I’m sorry in advance if I put my foot in my mouth and just blurt it out - I don’t even know why I’m talking to you about it really, but I guess it’s something you need to know, and then what you do with that knowledge is entirely up to you - I’m sure you’ll do the right thing.”
McKenzie was completely perplexed by this statement, and didn’t quite know what to make of it. She was 19, so they’d clearly had the ‘birds and bees’ talk a very long time ago, she was pretty confident that she’d not done anything ‘wrong’ or which her mum may not approve of, and her own personal problems were hardly a new topic of conversation, ongoing as they had been for more than half of her life, so what on earth was eating away at her mum so badly?
“Well, I’ll say firstly that I know these aren’t mine, and I’m almost certain that they’re not yours - although if they are, and I’ve got completely the wrong end of the stick here then please stop me before I make even more of a fool of myself - which makes me presume they must belong to the girl you brought here to help this morning, Charlotte you said didn’t you? and if that’s the case then perhaps she may need a few words of support and encouragement. You of all people are probably best placed to be understanding, given your situation and history, and I know that if I’m right in what I think happened then you’ll want to try and help again if you can.”
Lesley then held up the wet tights she’d found stuffed in the bathroom bin, causing McKenzie to gasp loudly and cover her mouth in shock.
“Oh! Oh, poor Charlotte. Yes, yes Mum I’m sure they are hers. In fact, that makes a lot of sense all of a sudden. When she came down from using the loo, I knew something was different but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I just assumed she was different in how she was acting perhaps, her mannerisms and such, but now I can see it was her appearance that had changed - she’d been wearing tights at the bus stop, and she wasn’t when she left here. Oh the poor girl, I knew she was so very desperate and so close to having an accident, but I just assumed she’d made it ok.”
Kenzie felt mortified on her new friends behalf, and Lesley too felt the embarrassment which was almost palpable.
“They were in the bathroom bin love, I only spotted them by chance.”
Again something clicked in Kenzie’s brain, as if the pieces of the puzzle had started to slot together and form a more complete picture. Charlotte had left her school bag in the hallway as she’d struggled up the stairs to the bathroom, so she’d have had nowhere to hide her wet things, and presumably throwing them in the bin had been the only option for had she kept them on it would have been glaringly obviously to both Kenzie and anybody else she’d met on her way home that she’d had an accident, which would have been humiliating in the extreme for a 16 year old.
Her head was spinning as she tried to think of how on earth she could broach this with Charlotte, without upsetting or embarrassing her. She knew that she couldn’t not say something, as then the poor girl would be left worrying about whether they knew, and if they did what they thought, and she also knew that if she’d ever suffered such an embarrassing misfortune she’d really appreciate an understanding voice and some comfort, just as her own mum had always offered her as she’d struggled with her bedwetting, but how?
Lesley interrupted her internal monologue “I’m going to hop in the bath now Kenz, could you bring me your speaker through please? Shall I throw these in the wash with my things?”
“Of course Mum, I’ll go and grab it for you now. You remember how to use it, yeah? Haha” Lesley had never been great with technology, and Kenzie had showed her countless times how to connect to the speaker, so it was a bit of a running joke now every time the subject came up. “And yeah I guess so, I mean I’m not quite sure what to do with them, but give them a wash and then I’ll try to talk to Charlotte. I really hope she’s ok, she must be feeling bloody awful after having that happen to her at a strangers house, I know I would.”
“And that’s why I needed to tell you love, as I knew that you’d want to try and help. Thank you for being you, I’m proud of you.” And with that, she pulled McKenzie into a tight hug, feeling immense proud of her daughter and the caring young woman she had grown to be. |
Chapter 21
Having set up the bluetooth speaker for her Mum, showing her for what felt like the millionth time how to pair it to her phone and select the music she wanted to play, McKenzie retreated back to her bedroom, leaving Lesley to enjoy her soak.
Collapsing back onto her bed, and shaking her head slightly at the woeful, karaoke-esque wailing now emanating from across the landing, Kenzie quickly lost herself in her own thoughts. How on earth should she broach this with Charlotte? Should she even bring it up, or will that just embarrass the poor girl even more? But then, she’d hate to think that Charlotte had an idea she knew what had happened, but was too disgusted to say anything or something like that. Deep down she just wanted to reach out and help, offer some comfort, maybe even let her know that she wasn’t alone and that accidents whilst embarrassing really weren’t all that big of a deal. But how?
**PING**
Before she could dwell on the problem any longer, a message popped up at the top of her phone screen…from, of all people, Charlotte!
📨 “Hey McKenzie, thanks for this morning, you’re a lifesaver! There’s no way I could have waited until I got home, especially not in that cold. 🥶 Sorry for dashing off, hope you’ve had a good day? I’m bored of revision 😂. x”
Well, that’s my in, Kenzie thought to herself. At least she’s not totally mortified, and still wants to talk to me. Quickly jotting out a reply, she thought she’d take her lead from the younger girl and see whether it felt ‘right’ to bring up what had happened, or perhaps leave it for another day, although that risked making it even moire awkward. Hmm.
📨 “Hey Charlotte! Oh yeah, tell me about it, I was freezing when we got back here. Tell you the truth, I got in bed for a bit whilst I was doing my work, trying to warm up…but then fell asleep. 🙊 Still, better than being in college I guess. No worries at all, glad I could help. Hope you’re ok? x”
A little cryptic? Perhaps! But, Kenzie reasoned, it gave Charlotte the opportunity to ‘come clean’ if she wanted, and if not then it gave her a way of bringing the subject up without it being really creepy. Truth be told, a girl she barely knew wetting herself was hardly a subject she wanted to discuss, but she felt it needed to be done and out of the day, and then hopefully they’d both feel better about it and could get on with either getting to know each other, or not and at least go back to standing at the same bus stop and occasionally smiling, but either way there was a soggy, grey elephant in the room which really did need addressing first.
Across town, Charlotte had been worrying herself silly about her little accident all day. She’d had to run out of McKenzie’s house and get herself around the corner quickly, before she burst into tears. She’d never been so embarrassed in all of her life…16 years old, and she’d just wet herself like a toddler, in a strangers house! She’d fretted for hours about whether McKenzie knew - had she seen anything as she ran up the stairs, had she noticed the missing tights when she came back down, or, even worse, could she have found the tights and pants shoved in the bathroom bin? It had been awful having to leave them there, but after stupidly abandoning her schoolbag downstairs in her haste to try and make it to the toilet, she’d been left with no other choice.
Eventually she worked up the courage to find her on social media and send over a friend request, and was delighted that it was accepted straight away. Now she had to find a way to message her without either giving the game away herself, or coming across as really weird, but that would reveal whether the secret was out or not. If she’d got away with it, she’d still be mortified, but at least she’d be able to show her face in public again. If not, well, she hoped that wasn’t a bridge she’d have to cross.
It took a while, but eventually Charlotte managed to word something she was happy with, and pinged it across, waiting with bated breath for a reply and hoping more than anything that it wasn’t going to be one that ridiculed her. McKenzie had seemed a really nice girl, so she was sure she didn’t have anything to worry about even if the worst came to the worst, but that didn’t help her to feel any less anxious.
Eventually the reply came though, but it didn’t give much away. Just a basic reply to her own comments about the cold and schoolwork, but the last sentence ‘hope you’re ok?’ Left her wondering, was that fishing or was it sincere? Should she bite the bullet now and face her demons head on, or try to skirt around it and see whether McKenzie would bring it up? Would that be even more embarrassing? Argh!
📨 “I mean, It was great to have a day off school I guess, but I’ve had better days all in all. Lucky you getting to go back to bed! Mum would have killed me if I’d done that. That was really awkward this morning, I’m really sorry… x “
Kenzie had distracted herself from the difficult conversation by watching some more videos she’d been sent by Chyna, the ridiculous humour helping to lighten her mood a little, and one prank in particular causing her to roar with laughter. She was almost tempted to forward them on to Charlotte, feeling sure that she could do with a good laugh too after the day she’d just had, but then before she had a chance another reply had popped up. Now Kenzie was certain that she was being prompted, it was as if Charlotte knew that she knew the truth, and wanted to talk about it, but was too embarrassed to raise it herself. Perhaps she just couldn’t come to terms with what had happened? Understandable!
📨 “Charlotte, can you talk if I call? It’s ok, I know. It really doesn’t matter, but let’s talk eh? I promise it doesn’t matter. x x “ |
Having missed a few days, here's another longish one. 😉
Chapter 22
Charlotte had set her phone aside on her desk as she continued trying to study, although she was so distracted that she could barely concentrate o anything, and found herself reading the same paragraph from her biology revision guide three times in a row. She felt a little sick, worrying that she’d given too much away in her message and that, if McKenzie had even the slightest inkling of what had happened that morning, she’d now all but confirmed it. She doubted she’d hear anything back now, and she’d brace herself for the ridicule at the bus stop and in school the following day, she’d brought it on herself after all.
**PING**
She read the message. Then cried. Then read the message again. McKenzie knew! Oh my God, she didn’t even know what to think or feel any more. Part of her was immensely relieved that she didn’t have to try and keep up the pretence any longer - she’d always been an awful liar, and she hated doing it - but at the same time there was this sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that this older girl, who she really didn’t know from Adam, knew that she’d wet her pants. Heck, not only that, she must know that she’d wet her pants whilst in HER house. The mortification was unbearable, and she found herself crying again, frantically trying to blink away the tears so she could try to reply. But, again, what could she say? Did she want to actually talk about this, would she even be able to?
If it had been somebody she knew, a friend or relative, or even somebody who went to the same school as her then she didn’t think she’d be able to face it, but perhaps McKenzie being a relative unknown made it slightly easier. What’s the worst that could happen? If it came to it, she’d just get a different bus so their paths didn’t have to cross again. If she already knew then talking about it couldn’t made things any worse, could it? Maybe, just maybe, it would help somehow. She doubted it, but she had to try. Nothing could make her feel any worse than she did right now.
📨 “I can talk. I’m so, so sorry. x “
Kenzie had half expected no reply, or for Charlotte to say that she couldn’t or didn’t want to talk, so the immediate reply took her by surprise. Now she had to figure out what she was going to say. Deciding that honesty was the best policy, she figured she’d have to complete clean to Charlotte about how she knew what had happened, and that her Mum had been the one to make the discovery, but she was keen to reassure the poor girl, and even thought that she may make reference to her owl problem, historically of course, as a way of helping to reassure her that accidents could happen to anybody and weren’t anything to be ashamed of or embarrassed about - although she’d play that by ear, and if she could avoid bringing it up then she would. Nobody outside of their household knew about it, and she really had planned on always keeping it that way.
She thought about a video call, it’s what her and her friends always did whenever they called (although it was almost always messages anyway!) but realised that seeing each other face to face whilst talking about something so sensitive may make it even more difficult. Grabbing her phone, she clicked through to the contact screen and then listened to the gentle ring in her ear.
☎️ “Hullo?” Charlotte’s voice was low, husky and sounded strained.
“Charlotte, it’s Kenzie. Are you ok? Your messages worried me.”
“I..I…I’m…” and, with that, Charlotte burst into tears, her loud racking sobs tearing at McKenzie’s heart on the other end of the line. She didn’t even know this girl, yet she just wanted to put her arms around her.
“Oh Charlotte, honestly, it’s nothing to be getting yourself so upset over. Come on now, these things happen, it’s not the end of the world. I know it probably feels like it now, but really I meant it when I said it doesn’t matter.”
With Charlotte’s upset showing no signs of subsiding, and understanding just how mortified the poor girl must been feeling, she gave her a few moments to let it all out, making encouraging sounds and continuing to reassure her that it was fine, that she wasn’t going to make fun or tell anybody what had happened, and that she’d do anything and everything she could to help in any way possible.
Eventually Charlotte managed to compose herself a little, excusing herself briefly to turn away from the phone and blow her nose particularly loudly and causing McKenzie to snort with laughter, which helped to break the ice a little.
Before long, the awkwardness had passed and they were chatting quite openly, with Charlotte still feeling horrified by what had happened but greatly reassured by her new friends caring approach. She took time to explain what had happened to lead up to such a catastrophic accident - how she’d been running late at home because she couldn’t find a piece of homework, so didn’t have time to stop for a wee before running out of the door to catch the bus; then the horrific wait in the cold at the bus stop had wreaked havoc on her bladder and, she admitted, even if the bus had been on time she knew she’d have been absolutely bursting by the time she got to school; the agonising walk back to McKenzie’s home, feeling certain she was leaking with every step and absolutely petrified that she was going to disgrace herself right there and then by having an accident in the middle of the street.
Then, finally the horror of Kenzie not having her key, and the frantic phone call to her Mum as they tried to get into the house. Charlotte confessed that it was at this point she began wetting herself, more than just the odd leak, and she’d been contemplating just running away so that Kenzie wouldn’t see what was happening, until the spare key was found and she was able to dah up the stairs. By the time she’d reached the landing she could feel that her tights were soaked down past her knees, and knew that there would be absolutely no way of hiding her shame, it had probably been 10 years or more since she’d had an accident in public like that, and she still wasn’t entirely sure how she’d managed not to break down in tears. Making it to the bathroom finally, albeit seconds too late, she’d lifted her skirt out of the way and thrown herself down on the toilet without even bothering to remove her tights and pants, for by that point they were beyond saving. As she relieved her poor, aching bladder, unleashing a torrent through her clothes she’d glanced down and seen the true horror displayed for all to see on her tights, there could be no mistaking what had happened and there was absolutely no way she could go back downstairs, or out into the world, looking like that.
She’d planned to take them off and stuff them in her bag to deal with once she was home, hoping to sneak them into the wash whilst her parents were still out at work, but then realised that she’d foolishly left her bag downstairs with McKenzie. With no other options, and worrying about spending too long in the bathroom lest the older girl should come looking for her, she quickly balled up the wet garments and shoved them into the bathroom bin, wishing that it was bigger and there had been other rubbish with which to hide her shame. She did her best to cover them over with toilet paper, and reasoned that normally people didn’t go digging around in bins, especially in bathrooms, so she felt as sure as she could that her secret would be safe. Figuring that there was less chance of Kenzie noticing her missing tights, and also worried that she would likely burst into tears at any minute, she had decided the best course of action was to make her excuses and get away as quickly as she could, so that’s what she had done. She knew it had probably been really weird, perhaps even come across as incredibly rude, but she’d bid the kindly girl a quick goodbye and then fled from the house, barely making it into the next street before she’d dissolved into tears.
“Oh Charlotte…” was all Kenzie could say, totally lost for words at the emotional outpouring, and feeling devastated that the girl had endured so much.
“So, your turn Kenz, how did you figure out what had happened?” |
Chapter 23
“Charlotte, honestly, after all you’ve just told me I just want to give you a hug. What an awful ordeal, I’m so sorry that you had to go through all of that.”
Kenzie was surprised that the younger girl had bared her soul quite so openly, but realised that the release must have been needed. It had no doubt been building up in her all day, the stress and worry eating away at her, and sometimes the only way to come to terms with a trauma like that was to talk it through - although something quite so mortifying probably wouldn’t be top of her list to chat to her parents, or even her friends about. Kenzie, being an unknown quantity but having shared at least some of the experience with her, would probably have been the best option, the only option. Appreciating her candidness and honesty, it felt old fair that she gave the same in return. Well, partly anyway. Now the meltdown had been overcome, she hoped she could keep her own secrets private, and just deal in sympathy rather than empathy.
“Well done for being able to tell me all that, I hope it’s helped a little to get it off your chest?
So yeah, if I’m being really honest it wasn’t me that figured it out. No, no, before you start panicking I’ve not talked to anybody else or told anybody, so don’t stress. I knew you were in a bad way, of course, especially when we got to the front door and couldn’t get in, and at one point I really thought you were going to have an accident right there. When you made it into the house though, I thought everything was fine.
When you came down from the bathroom, I knew something was different, but couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was, assuming it was just how you were acting and talking now that you weren’t bursting for a wee! Of course, now I realise that you had taken your tights off, and that’s almost certainly what I was picking up on, although at the time I had no idea. I did wonder, too, about you dashing off so quickly, but again just put it down to embarrassment - you didn’t even know me, yet you’d just done a pretty spectacular potty dance right in front of me, and I knew I’d have been mortified if that had been me. So, yeah, I actually didn’t think any more of it, and was just going to ask you in the morning how you were if I’d spotted you at the bus stop.”
Charlotte was a little perplexed, wondering just what it was that had given it all away, when it seems that up to leaving her house Kenzie had no idea.
“So, go on the, spill the beans. If I’d done such a good job of hiding it, how did you figure it out?” She really, really hoped that this strange older girl hadn’t just tricked her into spilling her deepest secrets, and was perhaps a little sharp with her tone as she worried once more.
“Sorry Charlotte, I’m getting to it…it was your tights. No, not that you’d taken them off, I’d obviously picked up on that but hadn’t realised what or why, no it was actually my Mum, she found them in the bathroom bin! Don’t ask me why she was rummaging through the rubbish, I didn’t ask because I’m not entirely sure I want to know the answer either, but she called me into the bathroom and asked me about them - she knew they weren’t hers, or mine, and had kinda put 2+2 together after I’d explained about you coming here this morning to use the loo.”
Charlotte was absolutely aghast! “What?! So your Mum knows I wet myself like a little baby too? Oh My God, this just gets worse, I’m never going to be able to show my face in public again after this. 16 years old and pissing myself in somebody else’s house, leaving my soaked tights for them to find, what a mess I am. Your mum must think I’m such a baby!”
“No, no, honestly she doesn’t think anything like that. Look, my Mum’s really supportive, I think she only told me because she wanted me to be able to make sure that you were ok. She wouldn’t have wanted to think of you sitting at home fretting about it, like you’ve told me you were, and she knew you may have needed somebody to talk to. You may not want them, of course, but she’s going to wash your things - I thought it maybe better if you had them back, so you didn’t have to worry about explaining to your Mum and Dad where they’d gone.”
Feeling a little pensive as she mulled over all that Kenzie had just said, Charlotte’s mood began to lighten and she felt the shame-turned-anger beginning to slowly melt away. She was actually quite touched that this pair, daughter who she barely knew and mum who she’d never even met (but who she’d already sworn down the phone at…something she’d really have to apologise for at some point!) had cared so much about her that they’d put themselves to all of this trouble.
“Wait, so you’re telling me that your Mum actually washed my wet pants? Wow. I mean, not many people who I know would do something like that, never mind somebody I’ve never even met.” Her speech now much softer, much more gentle, she’d worn herself out with all of the upset and now felt both physically and emotionally exhausted, but tinged with a warm glow at the care and compassion being shown to her.
“U-huh, yeah she’s really good like that. As I said, she’s so supportive. Look Charlotte, there’s more I want to talk to you about, I think. But not here, not right now. I don’t suppose you’ll want me to give you your tights and pants back at the school bus stop, that’d be REALLY weird, so how about we meet up one day after school and college, and have a proper chat, if you’d like?” McKenzie had come so close, but despite Charlotte pouring her heart out, she just couldn’t quite bring herself to tell all herself. Not quite yet, anyway, although she sensed that she might, she didn’t know what it was about this girl but there was a wholesome rawness and a strange understanding and honesty between them. Perhaps her being able to listen and empathise with Charlotte’s story would be enough of a catalyst to be able to bring her own out into the open, which she knew would be an enormous weight lifted. Maybe, just maybe.
“That’s what I mean, that right there Kenz. Nobody else would even think to worry about giving my stuff back in private like that. Honestly, you’re something else, and not in a bad way at all. Yeah, I’d love to meet up, how about we head to that Costa near Victoria Park? My shout, you’ve done more than enough for me! You in college tomorrow? I’ve got a revision class after school, but could meet you there say 4.30pm?”
“Sounds like a plan, and I’ll hold you to that, caramel frappe with the works, and a Jammie dodger blondie should just about cover it. Probably see you at the bus stop in the morning too…let’s hope it turns up this time, eh? Don’t know about you, but I’m not sure I could cope with a re-run of today!”
Both girls laughed as they ended the call, what a very strange day indeed. |
Chapter 25
Lesley felt a slight pang as she loaded the washing machine with her work clothes, her eyes falling on the tights and pants belonging to the poor, unfortunate Charlotte who she’d never met but felt deep sympathy for after the difficult and embarrassing day she’d endured. Knowing how much McKenzie had struggled and suffered with her bedwetting over the years, despite that always being kept strictly private, she couldn’t begin to imagine how a girl of her age must have felt having an accident in public like that. She’d meant what she’d said to Kenzie, though, about how very proud of the compassionate young woman she was growing into, and hoped very much that her daughters words of comfort had helped Charlotte even if only in some small way.
Laundry underway, she set about fixing them two steaming mugs of hot chocolate once more, again accompanied by a couple of biscuits, a decision she’d no doubt regret if, as she suspect, Kenz had chosen her bed for them to lay in and chat, as there would inevitably be crumbs everywhere! Ah well, it was a rare treat, to hell with the crunchy consequences.
From her place snuggled down under the duvet, McKenzie heard the creaking of the stairs as Lesley made her way up with their drinks, and called out “I’m in your room, mum” in a muffled voice.
With a wry smile, the older woman carried the tray through into her own bedroom, where she was greeted with the sight of just Kenzie’s hair barely visible on the pillow, the covers pulled up so high that the rest of her was completely hidden.
“I had a feeling I’d find you in here, young lady. Come on, shove up and make some room for your old Mum. And I meant what I said, it’ll be back in your own bed when we’ve drank these and had a natter, ok?”
Kenzie popped her head out and gave an impish grin as she shuffled over to one side of the bed, looking much younger than her 19 years for just a moment, propelling Lesley back to when they’d so often shared intimate chats in her bed as she’d been growing up. Precious memories indeed,
“So then, missy, what’s eating away at you, or did you think that you could just trick me into a cuddle and a cheeky hot chocolate, eh?”
Now McKenzie’s face took on a serious look, and suddenly she looked much older, the transformation was startling and caught Lesley a little off guard, worrying her slightly. Whatever was the matter?
“Well, Mum, I kinda got thinking earlier when I was talking to Charlotte, partly about how upset she was after her accident and how much it had shaken her, and how talking about it seemed to help her. And then, partly about everything that’s been happening with me for all those years, back to when bedwetting was a distant memory and through to now, 19 years old and not even able to have a sleepover for more than half of my life in case I humiliate myself. It’s been such a journey, and other than you and the doctors I feel like I’ve never been able to share it with anybody, never had anybody to turn to and talk about it all.
When I was on the phone to Charlotte, when she poured her heart out to me like she did, I very nearly told her my secret, I came so close, but I still couldn’t quite do it. I’ve spent so long hiding it from everybody, so long covering up my accidents, so long making excuses for time off from school, and now college, for medical appointments. So many stupid reasons for missing sleepovers, or school trips, or camps, I just couldn’t bring myself to say those words have it all come out after so long. But, hearing the relief as I comforted her, feeling the difference in her as she didn’t have to hide away any more, I craved that so much for myself, too. I don’t want to be lonely anymore, Mum, and I don’t want to feel that I have to hide who I am.”
A single tear fell silently down Kenzie’s cheek as she spoke unnoticed by her, but immediately picked up by Lesley who felt her own heart break in two at the powerful emotion in her little girls words.
“I’m meeting Charlotte tomorrow after college so that I can give her back her things that she left here, and I’ve said that I want to talk to her. I don’t know why, mum, but I think I’m going to tell her about me, about everything that’s happened. I think maybe it’ll help her to come to terms with her accident and perhaps understand why I empathised with her in the way I did, but more than that I think maybe it will help me to come to terms with my own problem, to better understand what I’m going through myself, and maybe even help me to overcome what has kept me down for all of these years. I hope I’m right, and I really hope I’ve got the guts do go through with it, but I just wanted to tell you first, Mum, and to see what you think?”
More silent tears, this time coursing down not Kenzie’s face, but Lesley’s. Her heart ached for the poor girl and all she’d suffered over so many years, and she only wished she’d been able to take this pain and burden away, even to endure it herself so that her daughter didn’t have to. The love she felt for McKenzie knew no bounds, the love of a mother for her daughter must be the most powerful, most magical feeling and force in the world.
Wordlessly she set down her mug and enveloped Kenzie in the tightest hug, able to express her feelings so much more easily through warmth and contact than any words she could have mustered.
“Thank you for confiding in me, Kenz. You really are the bravest girl I’ve ever known. You’ve been through so much, you’re still going through so much, yet your first thought is always for others. I’m so, so proud. You be you, do what you think is best for you, and know that I’ll always have your back whatever happens. I actually think you’re right, I think it’ll be the best thing you’ll ever do opening up to somebody, especially somebody who may share and understand your feeling even if only in a small way, and I think perhaps it’ll make things easier for you moving forward. Remember, always, how special you are Kenzie. I love you. “
“I love you too, Mum. Thank you, I’m going to do it, I want to do it, I need to do it. I really do love you.” |
Chapter 26
The following morning, whilst disappointed although not in any way surprised to awaken to wet sheets, McKenzie was at least relieved that there hadn’t been a repeat of the previous nights disaster. Wetting her bed she’d just about got her head around and knew how to deal with, even if emotionally she was struggling, but wetting her bed, then her pants, then the carpets, and then making an unholy mess all over the bathroom, that wasn’t something she ever wanted to experience again!
Going through her usual morning routine, so practised that she could literally (and often did) carry it out with her eyes closed, Kenzie stripped the soggy linen from her bed and piled it close to her bedroom door ready for laundering after her shower, then picked out fresh clothes for the day, settling on a leggings and skirt combo that’d go well with her DMs, and multiple tops to layer up against the cold. The cold, damp bottoms of her pyjamas were clinging unpleasantly to her legs by this stage, causing her to shiver and walk a little bow legged…almost as if, well…as if she’d had an accident…across the landing to the bathroom, where she closed the door behind her and eagerly stripped off, glad to be free of the wet fabric.
Showered and dressed for the day, and washing machine set, Kenzie grabbed a quick breakfast and plenty of coffee, before heading out of the door to catch her bus, shouting little more than “Goodbye” to her mum as she went. Lesley had an appointment that morning, so whilst she was up and about already, she wasn’t yet ready to leave and was looking forward to a more leisurely start to her day, jumping in the bathroom as McKenzie had left it and taking her time over her morning ablutions.
Whilst waking up wet was never a pleasant experience, Kenzie had learned to appreciate one benefit from it which was that on those days she was always up bright and early, meaning less rushing around and no danger of being late. It was a stretch, she admitted quite openly to herself, that waking up early because you’d wet the bed was in any way a good thing, but if it meant she had time for breakfast and coffee, and was much less likely to find herself in college with clothes on back to front or inside out because she’d been half asleep as she’d frantically dragged them on, then she’d call that a win.
“Morning Kenzie” came a call from across the road, startling the girl slightly from her daydreams.
Turning to find the source of the voice, McKenzie’s eyes fell on the two girls from her college she’d been chatting to yesterday morning when all of the bus drama had kicked off, Emily and Chloe.
“Ahh, Hiya! Reckon the bus is going to turn up today? Haha”
The two girls grinned, and crossed over the road to walk the rest of the way to the bus stop with McKenzie, chatting idly as they did so about their respective days at home, how cold it had been, and how they secretly hoped the bus *didn’t* turn up again today so they could have another easy one.
“Was that girl who you took home with you ok Kenzie? She looked in a pretty bad way” Emily asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
McKenzie blushed a little at the enquiry, little did the others know what had actually gone on after they’d departed yesterday, and of course they had no idea at all that she’d spoken to Charlotte later on in the evening either, nor that the pair were meeting that very afternoon to talk. Nevertheless, she protected her friends secret, wording her reply carefully in the hope that it would dissuade further questions.
“Oh, Charlotte? Yeah she was fine I think, just the cold got to her. We’ve all been there I’m sure, but yeah she came to mine, used the loo and then headed off home herself. We’ll probably see her again at the bus stop today.”
Emily and Chloe both nodded, but as Kenzie had hoped they didn’t probe further, and she very much hoped they’d drop the subject and not bring it up around Charlotte, who she figured may not be quite so able to cover.
As she’d predicted, rounding the corner to the bus stop they spotted the usual large group of school kids waiting for their own buses to arrive, with Charlotte stood slightly apart from the main body chatting to a couple of other girls who looked to be a similar age.
“Hey Charlotte” Kenzie called, with an enthusiastic wave, and she notice both Chloe and Emily also raised their hands in acknowledgement.
“Oh, hey Kenz, hi girls” Charlotte returned the greeting with a warm smile, but didn’t make any move to join the group, staying with her own friends which was perfectly normal - the school kids very rarely mixed with the older students, despite there being little difference in age between some of them. Kenzie respected the boundaries, and didn’t attempt to encroach on Charlotte’s space, as they’d have plenty of time to chat properly later.
For the first time ever, some of the younger school children actually whooped and cheered as their bus pulled up. Kenzie caught Charlotte’s eye briefly as she joined the queue to board, each of them rolling their eyes and giggling, unnoticed by their respective groups of friends.
Shortly afterwards, the public bus which McKenzie, Emily and Chloe caught to college arrived, and whilst they were equally glad not to face another long wait in the cold, they managed to be a little more restrained in their reactions. Glad to have somebody else to share the monotony of the journey with after a couple of months of sitting alone with just their earphones for company, the 3 girls sat together at the back of the bus and chatted freely, getting to know a little more about each other and sharing anecdotes about their college experiences so far. Once the bus reached their campus, they bid each other goodbye and headed for the days lessons, just another normal day after the drama of the one before. |
Chapter 27
“Who was that?” Chyna asked in greeting, nodding towards Chloe, who had turned down a different corridor.
“Hey Chyna! Ah, yeah, bit of a long story…that’s Chloe, she’s on one of the vocational courses. I met her and a couple of others in the bus chaos yesterday, and we just got chatting. She seems alright.” McKenzie smiled.
“Haha, yeah how was your day off? Skiver!” Her friend taunted, in good humour, returning the smile and causing Kenzie to chuckle.
“Day off?! Haha, yeah I wish! After freezing at the bus stop for hours, I spent the rest of the day getting my English portfolio in order I’ll have you know. Although, yeah, ok I did go back to bed for an hour, just to warm myself up though.”
“I KNEW IT! Haha!! Don’t blame you though, wish I lived further away so I could have gotten away with it too. Ah well, it was peaceful in lessons without you nagging away at least!” Chyna’s grin widened and her eyes danced mischievously, she loved winding Kenz up, it was her favourite pastime, well apart from eyeing up the hot lads who played on the college rugby team at any rate.
The banter continued as they went about their day, with McKenzie only noticing a message on her phone as they sat down for a coffee at lunchtime. It had been sent earlier that morning, from Charlotte.
📨 “Thanks for not saying anything then Kenzie, I really appreciate it”
Immediately feeling rude for not replying sooner, and concerned that the younger girl may be offended, or worse worrying about whether she’d changed her mind about keeping the secret and meeting up to chat later, she hurriedly tapped out a quick reply, hoping that Charlotte wasn’t in class or at least had her phone set to silent, as she’d hate to get her in any kind of trouble - she remembered how strict her old high school teachers had been about mobile phones!
📨 “So sorry Charl, busy day at college and only just seen this. Of course I’d never say anything! A promise is a promise and a secret stays secret between friends. Looking forward to catching up later x”
📨 “x”
As the afternoon progressed, McKenzie felt herself becoming more nervous about her planned rendezvous with Charlotte, not because she wasn’t quite looking forward to meeting up with the girl who she found she got on so well with, despite the age gap, but because of the enormity of what she planned to do, what she planned to tell her, and the butterflies in her stomach room had her feeling quite queasy. Of course, she knew that she didn’t have to do or say anything, they could just meet up for a chat over coffee and nothing more, but she’d meant what she’d said to her Mum the previous night, sometimes she really did feel trapped by her problem and almost alone in dealing with it. Because of the stigma associated with bedwetting even at a much younger age, she’d never felt able to confide in anybody before and it meant that the pressures often ate away at her and brought her down, so this really did feel like her one chance to break free from that, and despite the apprehension she was determined to see it through.
With their daily lessons drawing to a close, Kenzie once more bid farewell to Chyna who walked home, before making her way to the bus stops. This time, however, rather than joining the queue for her regular bus home, she instead hopped aboard the waiting number 38, which headed into the town centre. It seemed daft to go all the way home, just to drop her bag off before going straight back out again to catch another bus, so she’d figured that nipping into town would give the chance to do a bit of shopping, before taking the short walk up to Vicky park where the Costa Coffee was. She didn’t want to get there too early and be sitting around on her own, but she knew she only had an hour or so before Charlotte would be there, and nor did she want to leave the poor girl in the same position, so a whistle-stop tour of the shops for the cosmetics and toiletries she needed, and then she’d go and grab a table - hopefully hidden away in the corner, lest anybody she knew overheard their conversation.
As it happened, Charlotte managed to get out of her revision class a little earlier than expected, meaning she caught the earlier bus into town herself, and was at the park by a little after 4.15pm. She thought about calling McKenzie, but then remembered her promise to treat her new friend after all of the help and support she’d given the previous day and so decided to go and order their drinks and snacks first, in an effort to avoid the awkward “I insist…no, I insist…” argument that ALWAYS seemed to happen when friends met up for food or drinks.
Large caramel frappe and jammie dodger blondie for Kenzie, and a vanilla white mocha with a linzer biscuit for herself bought, and trying not to balk at the bill which came to over a tenner for just 2 drinks and 2 small biscuits, Charlotte shared her friends concerns about being overheard and so chose the comfy sofa in the corner-window of the coffee shop, probably the most private space, although she was pleased that whilst other customers were around the place was far from packed which meant some privacy was all but assured.
She’d just taken out her phone to grab an instagram photo, and to message McKenzie to let her know where she was sat, when she saw her familiar face walking past the window clutching a Superdrug carrier bag, both girls having clearly thought alike in terms of getting here early, and waved enthusiastically.
“Hey Kenz! I’m glad you came, I did wonder…”
“Hiya Charl, of course I came! Hope you’ve not been waiting long? Of course I came, just had to grab a few things in town.” Kenzie proffered the bag by way of explanation, before dropping it and her heavy college rucksack on the floor and flopping down on the sofa theatrically. “Ooh, my favourites, you remembered! Thanks, what do I owe you?”
Charlotte rolled her eyes in response. “Nothing! Honestly, I told you it was my treat after everything you did for me yesterday…although, if you want another, we’ll have to go dutch I’m afraid as this lot all but bankrupt me, haha.”
Taking a few moments to savour their drinks, neither girl said much, just exchanging pleasantries and general chit chat about how their days had gone so far. Then Charlotte’s face took on a serious look, as she turned to look McKenzie straight in the eyes before speaking in a low voice.
“Did you mean what you said in your text, Kenz, about secrets staying secret between friends? I want to trust you, I really do, but I’ve been so so worried, after what happened. If that ever got out, I’d be finished…”
Kenzie set her glass down on the table, and took the younger girls hand in her own as she replied softly, but with equal seriousness and sincerity to her words, her voice shaking slightly as she spoke “Of course I meant it, every word. A secret is a secret, and I promise never to share it. But…and it’s a big, big but Charl, that works both ways, yeah? There’s some things I think I want to tell ya, but it’ll only work if you promise never to tell another soul.” |
Chapter 28
(Note - this chapter contains a description of a memory of a younger teenager having an accident. Whilst not a child, and not in any way detailed, you may prefer to skip past - you won't miss anything from the storyline by doing so. )
Charlotte agreed, besides after her accident, and with McKenzie knowing all of the gory and humiliating details, she couldn’t imagine there being anything this older, more mature girl could tell her which could be even close to being as bad. She’d never break a confidence, of course, but surely Kenzie had the ultimate insurance - if she blabbed then the whole world would know she’d wet herself like a toddler, and she was NEVER going to let that happen.
McKenzie steeled herself, deciding to ease in gently and judge how Charlotte reacted if she gave her just a glimpse into her world, before going any further. Like her young friend, she had never felt so nervous in all of her life. She’d literally spent a decade keeping this secret, keeping everybody at arms length to protect her dignity and ensure her shame never became known to another person, and here she was about to volunteer the very information she’d always held closest to her chest. What on earth was she doing?
“Honestly, Kenz, whatever it is you’ve got to say, at least you didn’t piss yourself! I mean, its not like I do it all the time or anything, I was being honest when I said the last time it happened was probably nearly 10 years ago - and, its not quite so weird for a 6 year old, right? - but still, I think I’ve got the upper hand when it comes to humiliation here, so whatever’s nagging you can’t be that bad, I’m sure?”
Biting the bullet, Kenzie began to pour out her soul.
“I mean it Charl, if this goes any further then I’ll know where it’s come from, because nobody else has ever heard a word of what I’m telling you here today.
So, you say nothing can be as bad as wetting yourself at 16? Well, it was a few years ago now, so granted I was a couple of years younger than you are, but still many, many years older than 6. I had to go for a hospital appointment, and it was a day when I was in school, so Mum had come to collect me early. They wanted to do a scan on me, an ultrasound or something I think it was, so I’d been given strict instructions to drink as much as I could throughout the day, and I wasn’t allowed to use the loo so that I had a full bladder and they could see everything they needed to on their scans. Well, I’m sure you can guess where this is going…they were running behind schedule, as always seem to be the case in the NHS, so my 2pm appointment rolled on to 3pm, and then nearly 3.30pm, causing my mum to curse about how I’d missed an afternoon of school for no reason, and me to jump around the waiting area making quite a spectacle of myself and doing a potty dance much more befitting a 3 year old than a 13 year old! Honestly, Charl, you thought you were bad yesterday morning, but I was literally grabbing myself and bouncing around the room, not caring who could see me, or my knickers!
By this point, even if they’d called me through to the scan room at that very moment there was no way I’d have been able to lie still, and I’d almost certainly have wee’d all over the examination table, and probably the doctors too. Mum realised it was a lost cause, and with no sign of my name being called her frustration was growing, as this would inevitably mean another appointment and a rerun of the whole debacle. I was starting to cry I needed to go so badly, which was the final straw for my Mum. She told me to go to the toilet, whilst she went to the desk to explain that we (well, I) couldn’t wait any longer and that if they needed to do the scan with a full bladder then we’d need to reschedule for another day, hopefully one when they could keep to the promised appointment time. Mum was furious, I’ve rarely seen her so angry.
Alas whilst Mum engaged in a heated exchange with the receptionist, I hobbled painfully to the toilet door only to find the single stall occupied! Not very well thought through at all, it seems this one bathroom served not only the waiting room but also those who’s scans had concluded, although I guess now thinking back on it the theory was that nobody waiting to be seen should be using the facilities anyway, but that logic was lost on me as I stood pounding on the door, writhing in agony and with both hands pressing my grey school skirt up against my crotch. Then…well, then it was all over, and I wailed as my poor, tired and aching bladder gave out and betrayed me, wee spilling out spectacularly like a waterfall, splashing audibly against the hard polished floor and creating a puddle which must have spread a metre around me. I was devastated, beyond mortified, my tights were soaked and, worse, because of how I’d been holding myself my skirt was saturated, leaving nobody in any doubt as to how I’d disgraced myself. The humiliation was palpable, and I had to walk back through that damned waiting room, sobbing my heart out, to tell my Mum what had happened.
So, Charlotte, I’ve been there, and I really do know from painfully embarrassing personal experience that accidents can happen to anybody. At least only me and my Mum know what happened to you, and it was in private in my bathroom, not in front of dozens of people in a hospital waiting room. Oh, the shame.”
Kenzie’s tongue had rather run away from her, spluttering and stuttering as she stumbled over her words, rushing to get them out before she changed her mind. But now it was done, and she felt the heat rising in her face as she raised her head to look across at Charlotte, hoping that she’d judged it right. How would the girls react? What would she say? What would she do? |
Chapter 31
The awkwardness now passed, broken by the fit of laughter that had overcome them both, McKenzie indicated the nearby playground and motioned for them to take a seat on the swings whilst they continued chatting. Given the coldness of the evening, and the shadowy darkness which had descended, the families and young kids who would normally be enjoying the park had long since made their way home.
“You really thought I was going to tell you I was seriously ill, or even dying?”
Charlotte nodded. “Well, the way you built up to it, honestly if you’d said the word cancer I think I’d have broken down right there. You’ve certainly got a way of building suspense, Kenz, I’ll give you that - let me guess, are you planning a career as a writer by any chance?”
This caused McKenzie to splutter and nearly choke on her drink. She was the least creative person she knew, and had zero aptitude for creative writing according to her high school teachers and college lecturers.
“Yeah right, I wish! Honestly though, it’s been such a big deal for me all these years that I guess it has felt like some awful disease, always having a hold over me and controlling what I can do, always there lingering in the back of my mind. I guess it’s difficult to accept that it’s really not all that bad. But yeah, when you put it like you did like there…what was it you said ‘what’s a few soggy sheets between friends?’…that really tickled me. You’re right too, although it’s not the ‘soggy sheets’ that have changed, it’s the ‘friends’. Never having had anybody to share it with, I’ve always kept everything bottled up and tried to work it out in my own head. I mean, it’s not like I’ve never had friends, even best friends, I’m lucky to know some awesome people, but there’s never been anybody I’ve felt comfortable enough with to share, well, that. What is it about you, Charlotte? Why are you so different?”
Holding out her hands and turning them over, Charlotte gave a little shrug. “ I dunno Kenz, I’m nothing special. Maybe peeing all over your bathroom was the icebreaker? I guess there are some experiences you can’t share without forming a kinda bond, and it looks like being 16 years old and hiding your wee soaked tights in a strangers bathroom bin is definitely one of them.” Which set them both off giggling again..
“You know, yesterday morning when you were limping up my stairs and standing weeing all down your legs in my bathroom, do you know what the one thing I was worrying about was? It wasn’t about whether you’d make it, I didn’t even question that. It wasn’t even about the awkwardness of the situation. What I was stressing about was that I’d had the most spectacularly horrific accident the night before, my bed had been stripped down to its waterproof plastic sheet with all of the bedding shipped off to the launderette, and you were about to walk past my open bedroom door and see it all, I was petrified you were going to find out and I very nearly followed you up the stairs to slam the door shut.”
“Well, Kenzie, you know what I was worrying about? It certainly wasn’t the state of your bed…it was the puddle I was about to make on your landing carpet, and how on earth I was going to hide my wet tights!”
The giggles now turned to belly laughs once more, both red faced and roaring, tears once more coursing down their faces but this time tears of mirth and not sadness.
“Ooh, Charlotte, don’t make me laugh like that or it’ll be me having to worry about trickles running down my legs! Ahhh it feels so good to laugh, I know my problem hasn’t gone away, far from it, but it suddenly doesn’t feel like such a big deal anymore, you know? Thank you, just for listening, for laughing with me, just for being here and being you.”
The pair continued to talk in earnest, first as they swung and then, feeling cold and realising they probably needed to make their way back towards the bus stops if they weren’t to be left with a long trek home, as they walked back around the perimeter of the park. Kenzie filled her friend in with the details of the “spectacularly horrific” accident earlier in the week which had caused her so much distress over the state of her mattress, whilst Charlotte confided in her about the handful of times she’d found herself in need of fresh sheets over the years, hoping it further helped the older girl to accept that she wasn’t alone. It did, in a way, although whilst she didn’t pass comment McKenzie was quick to pick up on the fact that, other than one freak accident, Charlotte’s occasional bedwetting had pretty much ended before the age when her own had started, and had therefore likely been little more than the normal process of growing up. Still, after a decade of never mentioning the subject, it was like a tonic to her being able to discuss it so openly, and it certainly acted to break the taboo.
As they reached the bus stop, conversation had turned back to Kenzie’s struggles, and she’d just begun to explain about the hospital letter that had arrived, her progression on from CCBBS to the adult urology programme and the appointment which was scheduled for the following week, when Charlotte’s bus pulled in.
“Look, we’ll have to talk about it later Kenz, but this time you won’t have to face it alone, I promise.” |
Chapter 34
“One adult and one…oops, sorry, force of habit, 2 adults to swim, please?” Lesley had gone up to the counter to pay for their session, forgetting for a moment that Kenzie definitely wouldn’t get away with a kids ticket anymore!
The clerk on the desk printed their receipts, and handed over wristbands that would allow them access not only to the pool, but also the Jacuzzi, sauna and steam room facilities too. It may cost a little more now that Kenzie was older, but they did get so much more for their money, and the prospect of baking I the sauna for 10 minutes after her workout really appealed to Lesley. She was just popping her credit card into the reader to pay, when she realised that the lady behind the counter was speaking to her again - her thoughts had drifted, and she felt quite rude as she realised she’d been totally ignoring her.
“So sorry, I was in a world of my own there, reminiscing about times gone by. What were you saying?”
“No problem at all Ma’am, I was just explaining that we’ve got a promotional deal on our monthly leisure pass at the moment, it actually costs less than 2 peak time swim sessions, and would give you access as many times as you’d like throughout the month, if you’d be interested? You also have the option to upgrade at any time to access the gym and sports hall facilities, too, if that’s your thing?”
Now normally Lesley was very careful about spending decisions, not at all impulsive, and she even had this mentality that if somebody tried to upsell something to her it would just put her off the idea entirely, as she liked to be the one to make her own mind up and never liked to feel any pressure. Utility salespeople were her absolute worst nightmare, and she now had a list of suppliers who she resolutely would never sign up with, even if they were the cheapest on the market, because they’d accosted her in the town centre at one time or another and hadn’t taken no for an answer.
This time, however, her interest was piqued. Perhaps she was a little flustered by her own daydreaming, but she didn’t immediately raise her guard as she usually did when confronted with a sales pitch, instead quickly processing the benefits she’d just heard. Admittedly she’d not managed to fit in even 2 swim sessions a month for far too long, and she was fairly sure McKenzie hadn’t for even longer, but maybe this would be the encouragement they needed to get back into the swing of things? Knowing you’re paying for something that’s not being used is often a great kick up the backside, and if this cold spell was in for a while then the warm pool was much more alluring than a walk in the hills when they needed to stretch their legs.
She turned to ask her daughter what she thought, but found she’d wandered off. Acting on her instincts, she decided to treat them both, and agreed to sign up for a 6 month membership.
“Kenz, love, how do you fancy coming swimming a bit more often over the winter, whilst it’s so cold outside?” She’d joined the younger girl, who she could see had been catching up on the latest swim team news and standings - it had been about 5 or 6 years now since she’d stopped swimming competitively, yet Lesley could see that some of her old team mates were still involved and seemed to be doing pretty well.
“Ah yeah, that’s a really good idea Mum, better than freezing every week, and I do miss it. I don’t think I’ve really realised before quite how much, but this place was my life wasn’t it. I mean, I haven’t got the motivation to race anymore, but I do so love being in the water.”
“And that is the correct answer!” Lesley laughed, as she handed Kenzie her membership card. “I came over all impulsive, and signed us both up for 6 months, my treat. Obviously you can come and go as you please, and may want to come with your friends rather than your old mum here, but I thought it would give us the option of we don’t fancy braving the cold at the weekends too.”
“Well, yeah, you are getting on a bit now that you mention it” Kenzie quipped, sticking her tongue out cheekily and deftly ducking to avoid the blow which very nearly landed on her “I’m joking, I’m joking! Thanks Mum, that’s a really great idea, I’d love to come with you at the weekends, and if I can get back into my rhythm then I may try and come one night in the week too after college. I actually don’t think any of my mates really swim now you mention it, but I’ll ask. If not, enough of the old swim team are still about that I’m sure I’ll find somebody to pair up with for some lengths.”
The pair enjoyed an vigorous swim, Kenzie of course several times the pace of her Mum, but after blasting through a few hundred metres she settled into a more leisurely rhythm so that Lesley could keep up with her, and they alternated between strokes for more than an hour. It really did feel good to be back in the pool, doing what she loved, something she’d missed and something she’d all but turned her back on for all of the wrong reasons. Now that she thought back, she was kicking herself, she’d given up all of her hopes and dreams, and because of what? Because she wet the bed! It was ridiculous, she probably wasn’t the only one at that age, and even if she was she could have done something to stop the others finding out, worn something or, well it was too late now, but what a wasted opportunity. She could maybe have turned professional, made a career out of it, and instead she had sulked at home.
“Penny for them.” Lesley had noticed her daughters pensive expression, and had watched on for a few moments as they trod water, seeing Kenzie’s face set in a distant frown. “You ok love, something troubling you?”
“Sorry Mum” Kenzie snapped out of her reverie “I was just thinking about what could have been, you know, if I’d kept up with the swimming instead of digging my heels in over something so stupid. I’m ok.”
After quick 10 minutes in the sauna, which was just enough to give them both a healthy glow without sending them to sleep, followed by an invigorating dip in the plunge pool to cool back down again, they made their way to get changed and ready for the shopping mission which lay ahead. It was as Lesley was drying her hair that McKenzie fished out her phone to catch-up with whether she’d missed whilst swimming, an hour and a half was a long time to be out of touch with the wider world when you were 19. There were the usual social media notifications, and also a reply from Charlotte.
“Sorry Kenz, I was swimming and my phone was in the locker. Lunch sounds great! Tell your mum thanks. We’re going straight out from here, but I could maybe come over tomorrow if that works? What’re you up to today anyway?”
Incredulously, Kenzie scanned the message for the timestamp. It must have come through pretty much as they’d arrived at the leisure centre, and for once she’d not checked her phone before stashing it away, too excited to get in the pool. Typical! Charlotte probably even walked past across the other side of the reception area as we were waiting to come in.
“Mum, guess what?! Charlotte was here, swimming, when I text her! We must have only just missed her when we arrived. She can’t come for lunch today, but can tomorrow if that’s ok?”
“Well, what are the chances of that, eh? And there you were saying that none of your friends swam! Probably not a bad thing we missed her, nobody first impression of me needs to be clad in a swimsuit” she chuckled “Of course sweetie, tomorrow’s fine.”
“Hey! That’s CRAZY! I’ve only just seen your reply, because I was swimming too! You must have just been leaving as we arrived. Mum said tomorrow’s cool. We’re off shopping, so I’ll message you later to sort something out, ok?”
“Haha, that’s mad! Yeah I text you back in the car on the way to town. Sounds good, we’re sat having lunch and dad’s giving me dirty looks for being on my phone, chat later.” |
Chapter 35
McKenzie was never up early on a Sunday, never, it just didn’t happen. Of course, she usually was awake early, and typically had to get up to change herself and her bed, but then she’d snuggle back down under the covers and stay there as long as she could get away with. She’d usually surface just in time for lunch, and then assuming they didn’t have plans to go anywhere she’d stay in her fresh pyjamas for the rest of the day.
This Sunday, however, was different. Kenzie had awoken to that all too familiar discomfort a little before 7am, dragging herself from her bed with a tired groan, but once she’d taken care of the bedding she resisted the temptation to slip into clean PJ’s and crawl back into bed, instead picking out some of her favourite clothes to wear and heading off to the bathroom for an early shower to waken herself up fully, the sound of the shower rousing Lesley from her own slumber, although she merely rolled back over, determined to stay in bed for at least another hour, her body clock not yet having caught back up after the disturbed sleep earlier in the week.
Kenzie knew it was too early to blast her music as she showered, she’d only disturb the neighbours and put her Mum in a foul mood for the rest of the day, which was the last thing she wanted, so instead of hooking up her speaker she played a few quieter tunes directly on her phone as she washed and then took care of her hair, singling quite merrily to herself and full of the joys of spring (yes despite it being November!).
Showered, dressed and presentable, the excitable girl even spent a few productive minutes tidying her bedroom, although she couldn’t explain to herself why, its not as she was a little kid and would be bringing her friend up to show her bedroom, or to play together, but it just seemed to be the thing to do when a visitor was expected. Lesley had obviously taught her well. Next up was breakfast, and as there was so much spare time to kill Kenzie decided to go all-out and rustle up a full English for them both, figuring it would be a nice surprise for her Mum she she awoke, and would set them both up nicely for a later than normal lunch with Charlotte later.
“Mmm, morning sweetheart, ooh that smells delicious” Lesley had talked into the kitchen as Kenzie was cooking, dressed in her own night things still and sniffing the air expectantly, her eyes lighting up as she caught a glimpse of the feast that awaited her.
“Morning Mum, I was awake early so I thought why not. Everything’s ready, so grab yourself a coffee and take a seat.”
Lesley did as she was told, smiling at being waited on for a change rather than it being the other way around as it had been for most of the past 19 years. “I heard you up and about at the crack of dawn sweetie, everything ok?”
“Yeah mum, sorry if I disturbed you, I couldn’t sleep so thought there was no point lying in bed tossing and turning. I’ve had a shower, straightened my hair, even tidied my bedroom and now cooked breakfast, and all before half 8!”
“Blimey! If that’s the effect it has on you, do you reckon Charlotte would like to come for lunch every day??” Lesley couldn’t help herself, laughing as she made her little dig. Kenzie looked briefly affronted, but then joined in with the laughter. She knew it was all out of character for her, but she really was incredibly excited. Her and Charlotte had just ‘clicked’ in a way that she never had with other friends before, which was perhaps odd given the age gap, and she couldn’t want to see her again.
It was barely 9.30 when temptation got the better of her, and Kenzie fired off a quick text to Charlotte to make sure that she was still coming, although the reply didn’t come through until 45 minutes later, during which time Kenzie was on pins, worried that plans had changed or something had happened that meant Charlotte wouldn’t be able to come after all.
When her phone ‘pinged’, Kenzie had snatched it up so eagerly that it had flown out of her phone and bounced off the coffee table much to her frustration.
“Blimey Kenz, there’s only one 9.30 on a Sunday you know, and it certainly ain’t in the morning! Yep, course I’m still coming, but give us a chance to wake up will you. I’ll be getting the bus about 12 if that’s ok, so be with you by half past. Being cheeky I know, but do you reckon there’s any chance your Mum could drop me back off this afternoon? The buses on the estate are shocking on Sundays, and mum and dad are going out for the day.”
“Muuum, you’ll never believe it, Charlotte’s only just got up!”
“Funnily enough Kenz, I do believe it, because any other Sunday you wouldn’t have been out of your pit for at least another couple of hours! I can’t say I blame her making the most of a lazy Sunday morning”
Kenzie didn’t have any witty comeback to that, knowing Lesley was absolutely right, so she pretended she hadn’t heard and instead quickly cleared the lift home before messaging back. She of course knew it would be absolutely fine, but figured it’d be rude not to at least ask first. As expected, it prompted the usual friendly ribbing about still being ‘mum’s taxi’ to a 19 year old, and how she really needed to get a move on with booking her driving test.
It was noon before Lesley decided to go and get herself dressed, causing Kenzie to become increasingly anxious that her friend would arrive to find her still in her nightie, which would be “mortifying” as she kept pointing out, although she eventually dropped the subject after her mum had responded pointing out that she’d washed Charlotte’s urine soaked knickers and tights just a couple of days previously, so she was quite sure a dressing gown clad parent wasn’t going to come close to ‘mortifying’. Kenzie begged and pleaded with her Mum not to so much as mention that, nor embarrass her in any other way, and had squealed with frustration when she’d realised she was being deliberately wound up for Lesley’s amusement, the prerogative of any mum of a teenager.
At 12:30 almost on the dot, there came a gentle knock on the front door. |
I actually thought of this story recently when I watched the excellent political satire science fiction disaster movie Don't Look up. It showed how stupidity and irrationality tended to take over politics when we are facing a crisis, but the whole time I was watching the incompetent president deal with the crisis of the asteroid that was going to strike the earth, I sort of got this idea that it would be kind of fun seeing her desperate to pee, and then and from that I thought of this story about a female president trying to address the end of the world while fighting with her own ready to explode bladder with the two situations basically paralleling each other in terms of personal versus global crisis, and I am very pleased with how it turned out.
I think that it also works a little bit as a political satire about women in politics, but I always thought to myself that female politicians probably had to have bladders of steel, seeing as they were often dealing with the public and often didn't get a moment in enough to even relieve themselves, and I thought that would be particularly terrible for a female president, who obviously doesn't want to stain her reputation, no pun intended, by being the politician who pissed herself in a crisis.
But all in all I am especially pleased with this story as I think it was one of my better funnier desperation stories in general in a while and I hope you all enjoy it as well.
A Very Desperate President Addresses the End of the World
President Florence had drank a bit too much at her national security meeting that morning and found that she was desperately in need of a bathroom as quickly as possible.
"Who knew that being a president would be so busy that I wouldn't even be able to take a piss," President Florence said under her breath, as she desperately looked around for a bathroom. Unfortunately all of the bathrooms in the halls of government seemed like they were like every other women's bathroom on the planet, with a long line in front of it, and she couldn't exactly claim executive privilege to use the bathroom without seeming like a bitch and without it being headline news.
"Madam President we have a major emergency that needs your immediate attention," her national security advisor said as she started inching her way towards the bathroom line.
"Can it wait just a moment, or maybe five minutes at the absolute most," she said as she crossed her legs under her skirt and looked longingly at the bathroom line.
"Mdm. President this is the most urgent matter of national security that I may ever give to you, whatever it is it can wait."
"Well I'm not so sure about that," she said as her national security advisor took her into a small room and sat her down on a couch, where she quickly crossed her legs tightly and began shaking her foot nervously. "Well come on let's get on with it, if this is the most serious thing I'm going to have to deal with in my presidency let's at least get it over with quickly as possible, cause if it can't wait let's get on with it!"
Her national security advisor started playing a video of what looked like outerspace and what looked like some type of asteroid or a comet.
"Mdm. President the news has just broken that a comet that we call a planet destroyer is on a collision course with the planet and the nation is waiting for you to address them on this matter."
"How long do we have until this planet destroying asteroid or whatever is going to strike the planet and kill us all?"
"According to the best estimates of our best scientists they estimate that it's going to hit the planet in about two years, three months and five days."
"Okay two years, that is some time, and right now I could just use two minutes to compose myself and just give me a moment," she said as she started getting up to excuse herself to the bathroom.
"But Mdm. President this is the most important news in the entire history of mankind, the press is going to want you to go to a press conference immediately."
"Absolutely, I will immediately hold a press conference on this breaking news, I just have some matters of state, some very important business that I have to attend to."
"Mdm. President could be more important than the breaking news that all life on earth is going to be wiped out in two years and we don't have the slightest clue how we are going to stop it?"
President Florence was now struggling not to make it obvious that she was crossing her legs and tapping her feet impatiently.
"It's top-secret, something that even you aren't entitled to know about, now out of my way I have to take care of it and then I will immediately address, you know the freaking potential end of life on the planet."
President Florence walked out into the hallway and saw that the line to the ladies room looked like it had cleared up a bit, as her national security advisor was herself running to the bathroom. President Florence was about to follow her to the bathroom but as she started walking towards the ladies room that was when a barrage of press started coming and blocking her way.
"Mdm. President we need a statement right now," they said as they started taking pictures and thrusting microphones in her face.
Right now she had to pee so bad that she could barely think clearly and know how to address the situation. If she didn't get to a bathroom soon she was going to find herself in a really embarrassing situation, as the last thing that a worried nation and planet needed was to see their President piss herself on national television at the news of the worst catastrophe in the history of the world being imminent.
"Mdm. President there are some who are saying that a huge explosion could divert the course of this comet from the planet, what do you think about the idea of making a huge explosion?" one of the reporters said.
"I think that the idea of making a huge explosion is a really great idea, I would love to make a huge explosion," she said as she pressed her thighs together in an attempt to take some of the pressure off of her bladder.
"According to scientists the comet is mostly made up of a tremendous amount of liquid ice and water, it is a wet one, so do you think a big explosion would be enough to break up all of that ice and water and liquid flowing off it's surface," the next reporter said.
As President Florence thought of that comet giving off all of that water ice liquid she could only think about how she would like to be doing the exact same thing at that moment as she struggled her hardest not to make it obvious that she was bending at the knees.
"I think that right now a big explosion might be the best possible solution to this problem," President Florence said, her eyes still looking over in the distance at the bathroom that was being blocked by the horde of press and media.
"Mdm. President why do you keep looking off in the distance, is your mind elsewhere," one of the reporters said noticing that she was looking over in the direction of the bathroom as her national security divisor came out with a look on her face of incredible relief as she wiped away sweat from her forehead. At least she got to relieve herself, she probably was in a rush to brief the president for similar reasons that the president was, to get herself to a bathroom as quickly as possible!
"She's looking at her national security advisor, maybe her national security advisor know something," everybody said as they started storming her security advisor.
She thought if only she could find some way to get to the bathroom with made it making it obvious that that's what she was trying to do the whole time, but as the press blocked her way she realized that she wasn't going to be getting to going to that particular bathroom anytime soon.
"Mdm. President we are waiting your state of the union address, a worried nation knows that you have to address this question right away," somebody said grabbing her by the hand and leading her towards the podium where she would address the nation.
"But there's something else I have to do right away as well," President Florence said as everybody looked at her until she realized that she gave it away and had better think of something to save with so that she wouldn't lose face in the situation. "And by that I mean of course I have to pray to God that he will protect our country in this time of need because there is nothing a nation needs more than faith."
She fingered the cross around her neck and gave a smile and a thumbs-up as people began taking pictures as she struggled not to be shaking at the legs with how badly she had to go to the bathroom.
"Mdm. President I have nothing against people of faith, but I think in light of the mounting threat that this comet poses we should be pressing our trust in the scientists to save us from this disaster," one of the reporters said. "I think that under the circumstances that we need more than just useless platitude like thoughts and prayers."
"Of course, science has done really great things in this world and I have every amount of faith in our scientists to solve this problem," President Florence said as she thought that science still hadn't designed a female bathroom that could be used efficiently in a time of need, and that once this apocalypse was taken care of she knew that she was going to be passing some other legislation through Congress to that effect.
As she was forced in front of the podium at least she could hide behind that and hide the fact that her legs were shaking and that she could barely stand still. She figured she had better read the statement that had been prepared for her to reassure the American people. And she knew it was against her better instincts, but she drank down the glass of water at the podium that had been provided for her because her mouth had gotten dry with all of the anxiety of being both desperate to go to the bathroom and learning about the imminent end of the world just moments before.
"My American people, we have a grave crisis and an emergency right now," she said thinking about the emergency that was going on between her legs more than she was about the comet that still wouldn't be colliding with the earth for at least another two years, which seemed less urgent to her than her own urgent need at the moment.
She tried her best to focus on that matter at hand but her bladder was screaming out to her like she couldn't even imagine. She couldn't remember the last time she had to go to the bathroom this bad, it was probably on the campaign trail when she found it really hard to find a moment just to take a piss. A woman in politics really did need to have a bladder of steel, among other things.
"And according to scientists if we do not divert the course of this asteroid, I mean comet, it's going to make a huge splashdown in the Pacific Ocean with huge waves of water that will be washing over everything for hundreds of miles, flushing away tons of farmland and cities," she said as her eyes were struggling not to water as she thought of all of that water being displaced by the comet. "Flushing away cities and farmland," she repeated, and the words were like agony to her at that moment.
She knew was against her better instincts, but she drank the next cup of water that had been provided for her and somehow managed to finish her epic speech to the country. She knew that the body language that she was giving off probably gave away the fact that she had to go to the bathroom, but then she thought to herself maybe under the stress of the situation they would think it was just natural stress from the fact that the apocalypse was looming. Either way she figured that she could be forgiven for being a little bit antsy under the circumstances of learning of the perhaps imminent demise of the human race.
When she finally finished her speech she was about ready to piss herself, but she knew if she pissed herself that nobody would take her seriously as keeping her cool in a crisis situation. Literally the last thing any American president wanted to do was to piss themselves at the news of an emergency, but right now the main emergency was in her pants, and if she didn't get to a bathroom immediately it was going to be a bigger catastrophe than the end of the world, because for her it would be the end of the world, or at least the end of her political career. People would end up calling her President pissy pants or something like that, and that's if she was lucky given the deterioration and partisanship of the current political climate. Congress really wasn't all that much different than a bunch of third-graders, except a bunch of third-graders tended to be more mature about bathroom issues.
As soon as the press conference was over she slowly started hobbling into the hallway where she saw that the line to the ladies room was now astonishingly long and there was no chance that she was going to be able to use it. For a moment she felt like claiming executive privilege, and that's when she said screw it, some things come first and right now she was looking out for number one, literally!
"Everybody clear out we have to secure this area," President Florence said as everybody got off of the line to the bathroom. As she cleared the area out she was about to use the bathroom but then she realized that by declaring an emergency situation now she couldn't use that bathroom either without it looking suspicious.
She painfully crossed her legs together and Secret Service agents came and took her to a secret underground bunker where she finally managed to sit down on the toilet and let loose as she moaned with relief.
As she came out of the bathroom with a smile on her face she shook her head. "Now that's proof that an explosion can really solve a problem!"
Luckily for President Florence the fact that she looked nervous during the press conference actually gave her more political capital, as people said that it humanized her to see the president so visibly distressed by the news of the end of the world, little did they know what she was really distressed about, about how the opposition called her a desperate looking president looking for relief from the current situation, so maybe they weren't all that far off after all. Of course the end of the world was terrible, but when your bladder is full even the end of the world can wait.
Fortunately the geniuses at NASA were able to find a way to deflect the comet from destroying the earth, even if it was an expensive mission. But using her political capital she figured she would now do the thing that the American people had wanted for the longest time, or at least she knew that she wanted it for the longest time.
"And now we will vote on Senate Bill 654, a bill that would provide for greater numbers of female restrooms in all government buildings in Washington DC," Sen. Snyder said as he put it to a vote.
When the vote came back and failed to pass President Florence shook her head as she realized that spending so much money on new bathrooms after the ludicrous amount of spending that went into preventing the comet from destroying the earth would not go over well with Congress, which was overwhelmingly a bunch of stodgy old conservative men who didn't quite see it as urgent as the president did, probably because none of them ever had to wait on line for the bathroom during a moment of national crisis.
"Well you win some you lose some, I guess we all have to make sacrifices for our nation," President Florence said as she crossed her legs, took an agonizing glance towards the direction of the ladies room and walked past it has she prepared to address the nation once again.
And the worst thing was that as torturous as it was to her to address the end of the world with a full bladder, she thought that it was probably a piece of cake compared to having to now address the greatest bursting of a dam disaster and subsequent flooding of the city of Flushing in the history of the nation. |
After years of lurking on this great website, I finally got around to contributing something. The following is a translation of a German fanfiction I wrote, partly based on a true story. The first chapter is entirely wetlook, no omorashi yet, so feel free to skip if you're not into it. I hope to build it into a series, so I titled it "The Hannah Chronicles". Please enjoy and give me feedback, I'm still trying to find my style of writing.
Prologue
On a summer day's night, a friend and I were drinking and minding our own business at a moderately secluded spot. In the distance, we heard voices and music. Must be two girls. We didn't see anything because it was dark. Later on, there was some commotion, drunken screams and the like. We listened to decide whether they need anything. We concluded that one of them managed to throw her cellphone into the water and they were now arguing what to do about it. As they were clearly underage, I did not investigate further and let my mind continue the story. I never found out how the real story ended. All names and details are pure fiction, the fictional characters are in their twenties.
Chapter 1: IP68
"And she actually meant that!", Hannah laughed. She and her friend Laura finally got around to meeting at their favourite drinking spot at a local basin, a secluded spot with an idyllic artificial pond and a place to sit, a metal storm drain directly above the water. The evening in July was getting late, it was getting dark but it was still much warmer than they expected. Hannah, an athletic young woman with short bleach blonde hair was regretting her decision to wear jeans and a white long sleeved top that day, but was okay with it in the evening. It was one of those evenings that were bound to last long. Laura, a petite woman with long brown hair enjoyed this evening with Hannah. She wore red capri pants and a black tank top. A fitting outfit for a summer's night. The two talked of this and that, their college experiences and more or less pleasant stories with men. For the later part of the evening, they brought a bottle of wine, as neither of them were excited about beer. Laura asked her friend how it's going with men lately. Hannah started to talk about her current love interest and wanted to show Laura a picture of him.
Hannah tried to grab her phone in a swift motion and missed it. Accelerated by her hand, it slid across the storm drain and disappeared at the end of the platform, towards the pond. Splash. Hannah needed a few seconds to process what just happened. As she realized that her phone in fact just fell from the platform into the basin's inflow, she let out a scream. In the same moment, she jumped to her feet and panicked. Her phone was waterproof, which saved it from some accidents in the sink before, but now it was not just wet but gone. She ran around the fence and looked at the water surface. The water was unclear and it was dark, so she had no chance of seeing anything. Before she could asked, Laura gave her her phone with the flashlight turned on. As always, the two friends understood each other without words. Even with lighting, Hannah could not see anything apart from reflections, no indication of the water's ground to know the depth. She continued looking at the surface and was petrified.
Laura tried thinking about ways to help her friend. "Hannah! Keep calm! Your phone's waterproof!", she tried to calm her. "Yeah, I know that! But it's gone! I can't see it anywhere!", Hannah responded while pacing around near the water. "I have to find out how deep the water is here", Hannah said to herself, while carefully lowering herself to the surface and putting her hand into the water. She couldn't care less about the seam of her longsleeved top getting wet. As her hand got deeper and deeper into the water and reached her elbow, she still couldn't feel anything apart from algae. She became even more nervous. "Well, how deep is it? I thought maybe half a meter [20 inches] or less", Laura commented, who slowly got infected by Hannahs panic. "Wait, I'll hold you. Lie down!", Laura commanded. Hannah followed on the spot and got on her stomach, Laura held on to her legs. This way, Hannah could get her arm into the water up until her armpit, but even this was not enough. As Hannah got her arm out of the water, she automatically held it away from her body to avoid getting more of herself wet. Although it was dark, Hannah's sun tanned skin was clearly visible through the now completely see-through sleeve of her top. "What do we do now?", Laura asked. The same moment, she had an idea. "Hannah, it's no use. You have to get in there!"
Despite her panic, Hannah was surprised: "What? In there? But I don't have any bathing suit!". Laura answered briskly: "Yes, I know that. Do you have any better idea? Come on, it's warm and you can change when we get home." Hannah knew that her friend was right, although she did not like it. She looked down at herself. Her outfit was in no way suitable for swimming. She was concerned about her favourite pair of jeans and thought about undressing it. Underneath, she wore a pair of skimpy, gray panties. From washing them, she knew that they turn slightly transparent when wet. The jeans had to stay. Of course, she only wore a red bra under her white top which showed a bit too much for public, so she couldn't undress her top either. "Okay then. At least the shoes..." she told herself and undressed them to have at least them safe from the water. She forgot that she could also undress her socks, somehow. Laura was content, although she could not hide her pity for her friend. She helped her by holding her hand while they got back to the basin's shore.
"At least the water isn't cold", Hannah commented while touching the surface with her toes in black socks, "or it would be even worse. Okay, go on". Laura slowly let her friend continue down into the water. Her foot was now completely underwater. She hesitated for a moment when the seam of her jeans touched the water. "I'm sorry", she said to her favourite jeans and continued submerging her leg. Deeper. Deeper. She got her leg up to the knee into the water and still couldn't feel ground. Then, finally, she felt something at the tip of her toes. "I can feel the ground!", Hannah exclaimed euphorically, until she realized that she got nearly all of her leg, just before her crotch, into the water. "Laura, pull me back up!", she told her friend. As Hannah left the water with help from her friend, Laura couldn't help but be amused about the sight. Hannah's right leg was completely dark blue, she could see it shining and dripping in the phone's flashlight. Her left leg was completely dry. Hannah looked down on herself and had to smile. For a short moment, she thought that the dripping wet pant leg did not only to look interesting, but the heavy and slightly clingy fabric did also feel interesting.
"Okay, now I know how deep the water is. I can stand there with ease", Hannah explained. Luckily, she was rather tall with her 1.75m [5'7''] of height. That this meant that her jeans had to be completely submerged in the water did not limit her joy. She sat down at the steep shore and lowered her legs into the water. If the situation wasn't as problematic and did she not wear full-length jeans, this could very well be a nice day at the pool, she thought. She put her arms on the basin's bank and lifted her hips. Slowly, she let herself get deeper and deeper into the water. Her formerly dry pant leg was soaking as fast as the other. Hannah was happy about her arm muscles, as they allowed her to move in such a slow and controlled way. When she felt the ground, this time with both feet, she let loose. She did not expect the ground to give way. It was a layer of soft mud on top of the hard concrete underneath. When her feet dug into the mud, her crotch got into the water suddenly and unexpectedly. She let out a moan. It wasn't cold, but the sudden wetness between her legs was still a surprise. She now stood on the ground, although in a layer of mud, and the water level reached up to her belly. Her top was also drenched a bit and moved upwards. "Okay, I made it", Hannah said. Laura left her no time to rest: "Well? Can you feel it somewhere? Be careful not to step on it!". Hannah started right away to make careful movements in the mud. After a while of only feeling the mud's drag, she felt a hard, heavy object. She checked it with her toes. Was it a stone? No, she was certain: It was her phone! "Got it! There it is!", Hannah informed her friend. Laura was relieved: "Great! Now you just have to get it out of the water!". Hannah realized what this meant: She tried, but had no chance of grabbing the phone with her feet, even less with socks on. She tried to grab it with two feet while holding onto the bank. No chance. She didn't want to risk kicking the phone away unterwater and lose it again. She looked at her friend. "Laura. You have to get it."
"What, me? But why?", Laura exclaimed. "Well think about it. Because I'm wearing a white top. And what happens to white clothes when they get wet? Why do you think I didn't want to take it off? Your clothes are much better suited!", Hannah answered. Although Laura understood her friend, she didn't think of her own outfit as bathing clothes. She thought about her red capri pants and black tank top. Surely, none of it would turn see-through. She tried to protest nonetheless. "B-But... I only just got them. And it's cold..." - "It's not cold! If I didn't have to find my phone, I would call it perfect bathing weather. Come on, please help me." - "Okay, okay", Laura resigned. She slowly walked up to the bank and looked down to her friend whose upper half was still outside of the water. Laura was shorter than Hannah, this moment reminded her of it. She also got out of her shoes and didn't wear socks. As her friend before, she sat on the bank and let her feet into the water. "Hannah's right, it really isn't cold", she thought to herself, almost happy about it. She slowly lowered herself further into the water. When her crotch touched the surface, she got back up. "Hannah, it's too deep", she said to her friend. Hannah answered: "Turn around, hold onto the bank. I'll catch you". Laura did just that, turned around and felt her friend's hands on her hips. For a brief moment, Hannah thought that Laura's wet pants somehow felt pretty nice and was surprised by this thought. "Okay, ready?" - "Ready!" Laura let herself down into the water once again, feeling her friend's hands guide her. When she finally felt the muddy ground under her feet, the water was reaching up to her boobs. She looked up at Hannah. "Thanks. Now, where's the thing now?", she asked. "There, I'll show you", Hannah said, while moving her foot to the phone's position and making Laura find her foot with hers. "Ah, I feel it. Oof. You really owe me, you know that?" - "Yeah, whatever you want. Please try it." Laura had to force herself. Although she was already almost completely submerged, she wanted to save at least most of her long brown hair. But now there was no turning back. She got down into the dark water and tried to feel for the phone. She was afraid to open her eyes underwater, but she wouldn't be able to see anything anyway, as it was pitch black underwater. After a while, she got back up. Hannah looked at her, expectingly: "Well? Did you get it?" She couldn't help but look at her friends wet black tank top. It glistened in the shine of Laura's phone's flashlight. Apart from the glistening, the outline of Laura's bra was also clearly visible, as the tank top clinged to her body like a second skin. Laura was surprised by her friends thorough stare. She answered: "No, I couldnt. You know that I can't open my eyes under water. And it's pitch black. No chance. You have to do it yourself, face it."
Hannah wasn't happy with this answer. The whole ordeal took far too long already. "Laura, if we see anyone on our way home, you'll have to walk closely in front of me, okay?" - "Okay, yeah, got it. Don't think about it." - "Well okay". Hannah resigned. She fixated her foot on the phone one last time, got down into the water in one swift motion and grabbed her foot. She found it. Finally. She held onto it and got back up. With a triumphal "Yesssss", she held it into the air. The phone answered by happily showing the lock screen. Of course it still worked. Hannah quickly cleaned the mud off of it and only then became aware of her surroundings again. She looked down on her body. As expected, her red bra shone through the white top as if it did not exist. Only some air bubbles made one believe that this was in face completely drenched fabric. "It doesn't look too bad, actually", Hannah joked. She couldn't be mad about it now, she was euphoric to have her phone back. She looked at her friend who was also glad about it. There was no anger left about their wet clothes. "Now we should get out. Wait, I'll help you", Hannah said and helped Laura up. She pulled herself up onto the ground and turned around to help Hannah. Both now stood there dripping, exhausted, but happy. When Hannah looked to her friend, she noticed that Lauras red pants not only turned a darker shade of red and glistened, but also turned slightly transparent. "Hey Laura, nice panties!", she joked. Laura didn't let herself be teased, although she also noticed that her black underwear was clearly visible through her tight-fitting pants. "Come on, we have to celebrate!", Hannah said, and got back to their former spot. "Will we now open the bottle of wine at last?", Laura asked, and started their favourite music playlist on her phone. The two friends, still dripping wet, sat down on the storm drain and clinked their glasses. "Here's to IP68*!", both said.
*IP68: A manufacturer's rating for (amongst others) phones, certifying the ability to withstand water immersion up to 1 meter (40 inches) and 30 minutes.
Chapter 2: A hard day's night
The evening continued. Although it was warm, the clothing of the two only dried slowly. None of them were particulary angry about it, as it was still warm enough and this was supported by their inner warmth, thanks to glass after glass of their favourite wine. Both were obviously tipsy. Hannah started to notice her bladder. She was always proud about her high bladder capacity and thus did not give a second thought to it, as she was immersed in their conversation. Some more time passed until her need was really starting to become big. Hannah interrupted her friend and, slightly slurry, told her "Wait, wait, give me a second. I'll be right back, I'm almost peeing my pants, haha", and tried to get up. The Bierbankeffekt* hit her instantly and put her back to the ground. Laura was amused by this, the wine had an effect on her also. "Yeah, I'll have to go too. Don't hurt yourself. And don't pee your pants, haha", she teased her friend. Hannah apparently sat down a bit too hard, as she felt something between her legs. "Oops! I guess I just let a squirt into my pants.", Hannah said, herself surprised by this explicit description. She looked at her friend who did not seem surprised by this. "Oh Hannah, you always overestimate your bladder. But wait, I'm slowly becoming desperate too now". Laura knew that her bladder was way smaller than her friend's. If her bladder told her that she had to go, she could not wait for another hour like her friend. She last used the toilet before their meeting, but that was some hours ago already. Hannah always had fun by teasing her friend with her small bladder and tried to get her sidetracked by continuing the conversation, despite her own need.
This time it didn't take too long for Laura and her bladder to report themselves again. "Okay, okay, now I really have to go. I can already feel it coming. I'm nearly peeing my pants", she said, half joking, half realizing that this was no exaggeration. She tried to get up and failed in the same way as her friend. Hannah laughed about this and repeated her friend's words: "Don't let it go into your pants. Or just pee your pants, they're already wet anyway". Hannah didn't know why she said that. Laura felt a big spurt in her pants and a warmth between her legs. She could stop it. "It's not funny, Hannah. I actually peed my pants a little. I can't hold it much longer.", she said, trying to appear angry, but she was far too happy overall. Hannah felt the same: "Yes, it is funny. I now have spurted in my pants three times already. I'm thinking about giving up and just letting it go." Laura was surprised about her friend's words: "Letting it go, what do you mean? Are you peeing your pants deliberately now?". She was getting increasingly irritated as she lost another spurt and only managed to regain control after a second. "No one's talking about deliberately, it's not like I have much choice. I'm just going to relax now and... aah", Hannah moaned. Laura was surprised by this and looked between her friend's legs. Her crotch actually turned slightly darker and started glistening again. Hannah was euphoric: "it's... finally... I had to go sooo bad... It's going and going", she couldn't say a whole sentence from her relief. Both of them heard the water splatter underneath them, as Hannah's pee flowed out of her jeans, through the storm drain, directly into the water below. This was too much for Laura, she knew there would be no escape now. "But you can't... Oh dear, I'm... aah... Now I'm going too. I'm peeing in my pants!" she said, half to herself. Hannah was happy for her friend's relief and, after an eternity, was finally empty. "Now, isn't this better?", Hannah asked her friend. Laura had to agree: "I... well yeah... it is, but... But my pants were already wet, so..." - Hannah interrupted her: "-and now they're a bit wetter, exactly!'. The excitement was over quickly, the two girls got back to their wine glasses and continued their stories as if nothing happened.
Even later, the girls got tired. Hannah yawned: "I think we should get going, right?" Laura agreed, it was time. Sadly, neither of them were particularly sober and thus again had problems getting up and packing up. To make things worse, both of their bladders made themselves known again. "Hannah, I think I have to go yet again. If the seal's broken, right?", Laura laughed and Hannah agreed: "Yeah, me too, me too. But we should be able to make it home, right?" It wasn't a question. What else should they do, so they got going. They had about half an hour of rural roads ahead of them. That is, half an hour when sober. In their current states, it's more likely to take an hour. At the middle of their journey home, Laura started to take increasingly smaller steps. She had to go. She was starting to realize that she wouldn't make it home if they continued so slowly. Laura slurred: "Oof, I think this is going to be close. Oh well-" Hannah looked at her friend who quickly squatted. "Laura! Are you peeing there now? But you're still wearing your pants!", Hannah asked surprisedly. Laura answered: "Well it doesn't matter anymore, does it? My pants got wet twice today and I don't want to hold it anymore". After a few seconds, Hannah could see a dark spot appear between her friend's legs, where her black underwear started to shine through again. She also saw a steady stream pattering on the ground, seemingly uninterrupted by Laura's black panties and red pants. "It's good that you squatted down. Your pants were too dry, you can clearly see a dark wet spot there.", Hannah informed her, curiously watching her friend pee. She also noticed her own bladder, but she knew that she could get home more or less dry. When Laura was finished, they continued their way. After an eternity, they reached their homes and separated. Hannah was now fully aware of her bladder and also started to feel very tired all of a sudden. "Bye, take care! Write you tomorrow", Laura said, before she continued her way home. After Hannah reached home, her first stop was the bathroom. She immediately got in there, sat down and relaxed. "Finally", she thought. But something felt wrong.
Awakened from her half-asleep state, she realized what happened as she looked down on herself. She completely forgot to pull down her jeans or underwear. She quickly stopped. This accident could only be caused by her half-deliberate wetting from before, she thought. As she reflected on it, she realized that she somehow liked the feeling. She felt her now rewetted underwear stick to her and saw the dark spot on her jeans. A thought came to her: "My clothes need a washing tomorrow anyway, I could very well...". She quickly got up and into the shower. It felt weird standing in the shower fully clothed, but she liked it. "And now I'm just going to let it all flow into my pants, just like before", she thought. It didn't take long, as she still had to go pretty bad. She felt the warm wetness spread in her crotch and slowling flowing down her pants' legs. She could observe the dark wet spot growing bigger and streaks appear. She liked the view. When she was empty at last, she opened her jeans to examine her slip. If she didn't know better, she would have thought it was a dark shade of gray naturally. The formerly light gray fabric was completely drenched. She slightly pushed to let some more drops get into her pants. The gray fabric glistened again. Hannah was content with her decision to wash her clothes right away and continued. She took the shower head and first pointed it at her black socks. They couldn't get any wetter, as they were already drenched by her pee flowing out of her jeans. Hannah continued further upwards and soaked her pants' legs. She liked how her jeans got wetter and wetter the second time this evening. Reaching her crotch, she paused. She first soaked her jeans from the outside, then from the inside. She enjoyed the jet of water on her soaking wet underwear, massaging her lady parts. The jet continued upwards. She soaked the seam of her top which instantly turned transparent again. Continuing upwards, she soaked her boobs and could clearly see her red bra shine through the completely transparent longsleeved top. Hannah looked down on herself and thought that yes, in fact, she can look really sexy. Under the flowing water, she took off her jeans, which plopped heavily to the shower's floor. She observed her grey panties once again, which were also slightly transparent, as expected, and gave her a good view on what was beneath them. Next, Hannah undressed her top. Although harder said than done, she managed, and was rewarded with an undisturbed look at her glistening wet red bra. Almost sadly, she took her bra and panties off eventually. Before leaving the shower, she couldn't help but play a bit with herself. After hanging her dripping wet clothes up for drying, she smiled, thinking about her evening. It was something different. She lay down in bed and drifted off to sleep in no time.
*Bierbankeffekt: Literally "beer bank effect". From "beer banks" in German-style beer halls, the long sets of table and bank. This means the sudden spike in feeling drunk as one stands up after drinking for some time. |
Here's chapter 3, this time originally created in English. Looking forward to feedback from you. Enjoy! 🙂
Chapter 3: Putting the pieces together
Hannah woke up at noon with the tell-tale dry mouth and a slight headache. "Wine. Never again", she thought, as always. This promise to herself didn't usually last long. She tried to recall the events of yesterday but it was all blurred out. After drinking some water to aid her recovery, she got out of bed and to the bathroom. Her clothes from yesterday were hung up over the shower and still looked a bit wet. She was surprised by this. "What happened yesterday? Why are my clothes wet? We didn't swim, did we?" Hannah was puzzled. Turning on her phone which had some traces of mud in the speakers, she got a message from her friend Laura. No matter the amount of drinks or the lateness of the evening, she could always count on Laura to get up way earlier than her. Laura wrote: "My head is exploding. What a night. I can't remember anything and I found yesterday's clothes lying on the floor soaking wet. Whatever happened yesterday?" Hannah's answer followed promptly: "Yeah, me too. I somehow hung my clothes up, at least. Let's talk. Call me when you can.". Waiting for her friend to call, Hannah dressed in comfy clothes, consisting of black leggings and an oversized red hoodie. Underneath, she kept her sleeping outfit of black, full-cut panties and a red t-shirt. Knowing Hannah for more than a minute, one is made certain that her favourite dress colors are black and red. She sat down at the kitchen table, got herself a nice, black coffee and tried to collect her thoughts. "Muddy phone... Wet clothes... Drinking at the lake...", her thoughts came and went in fragments. Finally, her phone vibrated, showing Laura's face. Hannah was so excited that she nearly kicked her phone off the table but caught it last second. She accepted. "Heeeeeey drunkard!", she slurred into the phone.
"Ugh, give me a break. This wine is liquid headache, you know. How are you?", Laura sounded tired and hung over. "Fine, I guess. I'm glad it's a saturday, that's for sure. So, tell me, what do you remember?", Hannah pressed, "I only know that all of my clothes are still dripping and I took a shower yesterday, apparently. Why would I take a shower with all my clothes on? Oh, and also my phone had some mud stains on it. Very strange.". Laura took some time to process what she heard and think about her own experience. Finally, she answered: "That is indeed strange. I found my clothes on the floor, dripping wet, but I didn't take a shower yesterday. I should, though, my hair smells like pond water... Wait what?", she interrupted herself. Hannah followed promptly: "Pond water you say? Wait... Do you think we took a swim yesterday? But why wouldn't we undress... Oh, I don't remember bringing a bathing suit, so that's why. But why is my phone muddy? By the way, I nearly kicked it off the table just when you ca... Laura.", Hannah said. Her friend realized it in the same moment: "You... you think it fell into the water and we got in to recover it? I guess it sounds realistic, given how clumsy you are with your phone. We probably were too drunk to give a second thought to our clothes." While on the phone, Hannah went through her photos, trying to look for clues of yesterday's events. She found a selfie video of them sitting at their spot, half-dark. She sent it to her friend and told her: "Watch the video, maybe we'll find out something." Both started the video simultaneously while still talking to each other.
In the video, the two girls were singing and enjoying their time. Hannah said to the phone: "I can't believe we're doing this, look at that!" and put the phone closer to her. After a few seconds, a dark spot appeared on her crotch. Hannah and Laura were both taken aback by this. "Wait what? Is this real?", Laura exclaimed. Hannah was speechless: "I... It's my phone... But why...", she stammered. The video continued with Hannah turning the phone around to face Laura, who also spread her legs and moaned slightly. Suddenly, a dark spot appeared between her legs too. Both girls, looking at the video, could not say anything. The video ended with them singing along to "Wetter" by The Singularity: "The wetter, the better! I want you, I want you!" they sang, still peeing when the video cut off. It took some time for the girls to say anything, what they just saw was just too weird. Finally, Hannah said: "So I guess... we peed our pants? They must have been already wet from our involuntary swim earlier. I guess I thought of cleaning them right away, hence the shower...". She always had a talent for processing the weirdest situations and facing that she and her friend did something strange while drunk. "Oh my... Come to think of it, probably not the weirdest thing that has happened to us. Like when you decided to collect road signs and gave them names." - "Oh yeah, I remember one-way-chan and 4th-street-senpai! You're right. I'm glad we found out what happened and that you aren't too weirded out by it." - "No, I'm not. But still I'm glad that nobody saw us. It's for a good reason we have a secluded spot. Okay, I think I'm goona try to get rid of my headache and clean myself up. Talk to you later! Bye!" - "You do that. Bye!". Hannah was herself a bit weirded out, but also curious. Why did they do it? Their clothes may have been wet already, but isn't it weird to just pee in them instead of taking them off? After thinking so much about peeing, her bladder must have felt the need to say something. Hannah remembered that she did not, as usual, take her long morning pee after getting up. She was too curious about the wet clothes and what happened yesterday. She got up and went to the bathroom. She pulled her leggings and panties down and sat on the toilet. Before she started, a thought jumped to her. "What if...", she thought.
Hannah was taken aback by her own thought. She hesitated for a moment. "I'm curious how it feels. We had fun yesterday, apparently...", she argued with herself. Curiosity won and she stood back up, took her black panties back up and sat back down. It felt unfamiliar to sit on the toilet with her underwear still on, but somehow not at all uncomfortable. She let loose for a moment and cut the flow instantly. A spurt got into her panties and she heard some drips. She felt warm. "It's... actually kind of nice", she thought. Her panties were already wet now, so there was no point in going back. She relaxed once again. The flow started, quickly spreading warmth and a visible shiny spot on the fabric of her panties. Her pee accelerated and the spot grew. Her underwear was saturated now and did not obstruct the flow. After peeing for some time, Hannah started feeling empty. She heard some drips falling from her panties. She pushed once more, trying to get as much as possible into her panties. When done, she instinctively took some toilet paper and wiped herself. When she pulled her leggings back up, she paused to think of what she just did. "My panties are quick to clean and used to one or another drop of pee, but I didn't want my leggings to get wet. Oh well...", she thought. The unfamiliar but exciting feeling overcame her concerns. She felt the outside of her crotch on her leggings. They felt a bit wet already. She liked the leggings' spandex material as it did not show sweat when she used them to work out. In this case, this trait was useful too. Although they felt wet, nothing was visible on the outside. Hannah flushed the toilet, wiggled around a bit to feel her wet panties, and walked over to her PC. After nights of drinking, she usually took some time to play an MMO until she was better. Her chair was made of hard wood, so she had no concerns because of her wet pants. She sat down, again feeling her panties pressed against her womanhood. She enjoyed this feeling and started up the game.
After gaming some time and drinking large amounts of water to counter the hangover, Hannah started to feel her bladder fill up again. She was used to this feeling when gaming, as the right time to pause was almost never. She joined a game mechanic involving about 30 minutes of time. In a short thought, she was reminded of countless earlier times when she had close calls, sprinting to the toilet after game events and sometimes loosing a few drops before she could pull her pants down. This time, the feeling of being on the edge came far earlier than she anticipated. Midway through the event, she started to feel really desperate and shifted around on her chair. "Maybe I could take the edge off by taking a short pee?", she thought. This option never occured to her before, but after last night and today, it did not seem as bad. She decided to try it. With a push and immediate contraction, she managed to forcefully, but controlledly, spurt into her panties and leggings. She looked down. For a short time, she could see her leggings glisten a bit between her legs, but it immediately became dull again. What stayed was the warm wetness in her pants. It actually worked, Hannah was calmer now and could concentrate on the rest of the game. When it finally finished, Hannah was on the edge of peeing her pants again and started her familiar routine of hammering "brb" into the in game chat, sprinting to the toilet and opening the lid. She felt another spurt come out, rewetting her still damp pants. She knew that her pee would come out when she touched the tight waistband of her leggings. She only had a short moment to deice what to do. "Screw it", she said loudly to herself, and sat down once again without taking her panties or leggings off. It came out instantly, forcefully. Hannah was fully peeing through her leggings and panties. Once again. She felt an almost ecstatic relief, peeing and peeing without feeling it getting less. After most of her bladder emptied into her pants and the toilet, she put her hands between her legs to feel the wet fabric.
Hannah felt her fingers through two layers of soaking wet fabric on her delicate parts, slightly massaging them. She pushed again, feeling the wetness spread in her crotch and flowing out of her pants over her fingers. She rubbed them upwards, spreading the wetness over the full front of her leggings. This was too much for her, she immediately put her fingers into her leggings and massaged herself through her wet panties. The drenched cotton felt incredible, how it sticked to her skin and squished slightly. She rubbed her clit through the wet fabric and, in almost no time, had one of the most intense climaxes of her life. Together with her pee, she squirted into her panties and pants. She was in another world. After some time, she regained consciousness and found herself sitting on the toilet, hand in her pants, feeling wet and wild. She pushed one more time and fully emptied herself into her pants with the rest of what she had. She wiped the outside of her leggings with some toilet paper and slowly got up. Her legs were shaking a bit. She slowly walked back to her PC, sat down in her soaking pants, and took out her phone. "Laura. I did it again. It's beyond words. Do you want to come over later?", she wrote to her friend with shaky fingers. She pressed "Send" and leaned back on her chair. Almost instantly, her phone vibrated and read: "Oops, me too. Be there at 5. See ya!" |
And because I was motivated to continue the story, here's another part. I don't yet have concrete plans for this story, so I'm currently planning chapter by chapter. Let's see where it will go.
Chapter 4: Laura's day
Hannah was preoccupied the entire day. Did Laura mean what she thought she did by "me too"? She was still in her leggings from her gaming session before and contemplated on whether to change before her friend arrived. As both her leggings and underwear were mostly dry, she decided against it. While keeping her leggings on, she undressed her red hoodie, put a black sports bra on. Going through her clothes, she chose a red tank top and her favourite red and black sports jacket over it. She liked her athletic wear for being both functional and comfortable. Hannah got herself another bottle of water and sat back down at her computer. At 7pm sharp, her friend finally arrived. The greetings were swift, both girls were eager to talk about their days and what happened. Laura was dressed in black knee-length capris and another of her countless black tank tops. She seemed excited and wore her up-to-no-good-smile on. Hannah promptly let her in and they sat down in the kitchen. "So, Hannah, tell me all about your day. What exactly did you do after we talked?", Laura said. Hannah told her story in great detail, although a bit nervous about her friend's reaction. When she finished, Laura confirmed: "So you're still wearing those leggings and panties now?" - "I'm afraid so. Now, tell me your story. I thought about it all day. What did you do?" - "Well. It all started with my morning coffee...", Laura began.
"You know how I can't start my day without coffee, right? As I was particularly tired this morning, I drank two cups basically straight away. Normally, I would continue to the toilet a short time after, you know my bladder, but then you wrote. And we had the call where we found out about yesterday's events. When I saw you and me just freely peeing our pants on video, it started to tingle in my bladder. It must have been reminded too, I guess. So after we finished, I thought about this feeling for a bit. I was already kind of desperate, but I wanted to know how long it would last and what happened afterwards. Apparently I liked it yesterday, giving my moan, so I wanted to remember how it felt. I went to the bathroom, my wet clothes still lying there from yesterday. They were still damp, but moderately warm thanks to the weather. I thought about it. They needed a washing anyway, right? So I stripped naked and first put my black panties from yesterday on. It was a strange feeling having damp panties touch my crotch, but it wasn't uncomfortable. My need increased by the minute, so I hurried up. I took my red capris from yesterday and pulled them up. To complete yesterday's outfit, I changed into my black tank top and bra. I thought to myself, now I was ready. Ready for what? This felt like a strange plan. Nonetheless, I still had to pee like crazy, so I only had moments to decide whether to follow this plan or abort. Needless to say, I continued what I began." Hannah was hanging on her lips, occasionally nodding and smiling. Her friend's story reminded her of her own. She started to get aroused by the thoughts of Laura's plan.
"So anyway I stood there, fully clothed, in my bathroom, having to pee like crazy. I thought about what to do? Just let it all out? I couldn't bring myself to it. So I tried to push a bit. Didn't work. Pushed again. Nothing. Despite feeling like I'll wet myself, my body was shut. I pushed on my bladder with my hands. I tried relaxing. Just when I felt it coming out, I tensed up again. I tried pushing again and immediately contracting. It finally worked! I never thought I could be happy from spurting into my pants! It wasn't much, but enough to feel a warm wetness spread in my panties and making a small wet spot appear on my red pants. I tried it again, only now finding it more difficult to stop than to start. I quickly jumped in the shower after I spurted for like two seconds until I managed to cut the flow. Streaks already appeared down my pants' legs and my underwear was starting to feel saturated. I instinctively squatted down and then it hit me. A detail we missed from yesterday. I remember doing exactly that, squatting down on some side road and forcefully peeing into my pants. I got more and more excited by this thought. This time, I didn't have to push. The moment I let loose, it basically exploded into my pants. It first pooled down my crotch and then shot out of it and pattered on the shower's floor. I peed for what seemed like an eternity. I have no idea why, but it felt absolutely fantastic to let loose this way and more-or-less deliberately pee in my pants. When I finished, I stood back up with shaky knees and felt my drenched panties move around in my pants. I touched my pants from the outside. They were completely wet between my legs. I let out a moan when I touched that special place, feeling my fingers through my wet clothes. I quickly opened my pants and... I'll spare you from details", Laura was taken aback by the fact that she nearly told her friend of her pleasuring. They were close, but they never explicitly talked about this stuff before. "No, go on, tell me! I'm all ears!", Hannah said. "Well okay then."
"So I put my hands in my dripping pants and felt my black panties completely drenched. With the pants out of the way, I could suddenly feel my fingers way more intense. I started to massage myself. I don't know why, but I pushed again and some more pee came out, into my panties, flowing through my fingers. I don't have to tell you that I long started to get wet in more than one way. So I finally reached inside my panties and properly massaged myself. Thinking about what I just did. What we saw on the video. What I remembered from yesterday. And then I just exploded. It was out of this world. It crept up from my toes, up my legs, into the warmth of my crotch and boom. I had difficulties staying conscious and not falling over. My god, I can't describe it even." Hannah started to feel aroused, getting reminded of her own extraordinary experience today. She couldn't describe it either, but she knew what Laura must have felt. Laura continued: "So after a while, I came back to the living and looked around. There I am, standing in the shower fully clothed, with my hands in my dripping wet pants. Who'd have thought that? I was a bit amused about the absurdity of this situation. I remembered that I originally wanted to wash my clothes and myself, so I turned on the shower above my head. I first soaked my hair, as it needed some time with shampoo and all. Then I put my legs under the water, one after another. I felt excited about the look and feel of the pants getting wet, more and more turning a dark shade of red. I stepped forward to soak my hips. When the water hit my crotch and soaked the last dry part of my pants, I moaned again. Finally, I let the shower soak my tank top and bra, which also looked pretty... sexy, I guess? when wet. After all my clothes were soaked, I undressed and hung them over the shower wall. I finished by actually cleaning myself and stepped out of the shower. While drying myself off, I looked at my dripping wet clothes and was still surprised about, but also extremely satisfied with what I just did. A short time after, I texted you. And now we're in the present.", Laura finished. Hannah was speechless. As Lauras story went on, Hannah slowly remebered her own wet shower yesterday night, which somehow resembled Laura's. Both girls were now waiting for one to say something. Finally, Hannah whispered: "That was intense. And erotic... Thanks." - "You're welcome. So... What are we doing now to process this? How about watching a movie?" - "Great idea. And, you know...", Hannah said, looking at Laura's black capris, "I found another bottle of wine." Laura was looking at Hannahs leggings and said: "I think I know where this is going. Go start the movie. I'm already starting to feel something in my bladder." |
Here's the next chapter. Again, it's in the form of a character telling her story. I'm still trying out different styles and seeing which ones I like. This chapter is mostly about desperation. Enjoy! 🙂
Chapter 5: You can drive. All night.
Hannah and Laura found themselves sitting on Hannahs couch. They were halfway into a romantic comedy they both liked and watched countless times. A scene came on where the female protagonist was getting desperate while getting groceries and driving home. Previous times, none of the girls thought anything about it. This time, they exchanged looks and smiled a bit nervously. Hannah chuckled. "You know, this scene reminds me of one very embarrassing moment in my life. I thought nothing else of it back then. You wanna hear the story?" - "What do you think? Tell me. Was it that one time you told me when you were desperate in a Zoom call?" - "Well no. That was interesting too, but I'm used to being desperate on the PC, so it doesn't count. It was way back when I turned 19 and got my first car. You remember I used to drive around for hours without a destination back then because it was all so new and exciting?" - "Sure, you took me with you some times." - "I did. But the time I'm thinking of, I was alone. So I was driving around for, I don't know, 3 hours I guess, and I had to stop for gas. When I was done filling the car up, I got some cans of Red Bull to keep me awake. It was way past 3am already. I quickly downed one of them and drove off. Some time after, I started noticing the energy drink in my bladder and decided to head home, given how late it was. I had maybe a one hour drive ahead of me, which seemed reasonable. You know my blader. But then, while on the highway, the traffic slowed down until it came to a stop. It was raining like crazy that day and some guy on the radio said that a truck managed to swerve and fall on it's side. The driver was fine, luckily. But still, the road was completely closed and the radio guy said it would stay like that for another hour or so. Suddenly, I started noticing my bladder way more than before. You know that feeling when you start approaching the toilet and your need turns tenfold?" - "Sure. And it increases even more when you try to unbutton your pants and they're too tight. Sorry, go on."
"So I was sitting there, having just opened the second can of Red Bull. I was starting to shift in my seat. The heavy rain hitting my car's roof and my windshield wipers going crazy didn't improve things. I turned some music on to distract myself. You know what's worse than sitting in traffic having to pee? Slowly, repeatedly moving in traffic. Every few seconds, we moved a bit, as the police were guiding individual cars around the accident to keep the flow going." - Laura blinked at the words "accident" and "keep the flow going". She was wondering what happened next. Hannah was completely focused on her story. "So as I was creeping ahead, each time I pressed the clutch and accelerator, I was shaken a bit. I wasn't as experienced back then, so it was sometimes a bit rough. I felt the fluids inside me shake too. I weighed my options. Should I try to change lanes to the shoulder and stop? It wouldn't have made a difference. In this moment I wished I was a guy. I would just yank out my schlong and pee away. I could have even used a bottle and stayed in the comforts of my car. But I was stuck with my non-protruding lady parts, so I had to think of something different. The traffic came to a complete stop again. I waited. One minute. Five minutes. I was getting nervous. How much longer could it take? In the distance, I started to see the police cars and tow truck, so I thought it couldn't take too long. Nothing moved, except for the rain still going strong. Nothing on the radio. I looked around. The woman in the car next to me had her phone out and talking to someone. She was gesturing ahead and repeatedly put her hands on her face. As I had no other ideas, I wondered whether she might know more about the hold up. She saw me looking at her, waved at me and gestured me to come around to the driver side of her car. I was surprised. Waved my hands around, gesturing for the heavy rain around us. She pointed at her driver's window again, before pointing at her phone and to the hold up ahead. Okay, it was clear she wanted to tell me something. She seemed friendly enough. Not knowing if I might regret this, I opened my door and stepped outside of my car into the pouring rain."
Hannah paused for a second to take a sip from the wine. It helped her loosen her tongue, as she did not expect telling this story to anyone, let alone in such great detail. Although Laura was listening closely all the time, she was literally getting pulled into it now. She subconciously moved her upper body forward a bit and her eyes widened. Hannah finally continued. "So I stepped outside, immediately closing the door to keep my car dry. At least for now." She winked with a grin. "The second I stood there, I was feeling my hair pulled down, sticking to my forehead. It pattered on my shoulders as if I stood in the shower on full blast. I was wearing that black Pink Floyd t-shirt that I wore all the time back then. I pulled my neck down like a turtle as I felt the rain going down my back. That woman gestured again to come over. So I did, trying to walk as quickly as possible. I don't know why, there was no destination to get cover, but you know how everyone somehow runs in the rain even if they don't have anywhere to go? So I reached the other car's driver's door, already feeling soaked. My jeans got wet from the knees down and turned dark blue. I started feeling some drops getting into my bra. At least it was warm that night, could have been worse. So anyway, I got there, and the woman rolled her window down a bit. Through the sound of the rain and slightly angry about being called over in the rain, I screamed: What is it? You know something? Actually she did. She told me her husband was a police officer and got word from a colleague working in this very traffic jam that some fuel leaked from the truck. I shuddered at the word 'leaked'. I was suddenly reminded of my own needs. Her husband said it should be cleaned up in ten minutes tops, and then it would continue. He said the rain washed most of the leak away. I shuddered again. I thanked her and quickly got back to my car. From leaning down to her window, the entire backside of my shirt and my butt were drenched. I sat down in my car. You remember my car had leather seats? That day, I was as happy as I could get about that. When I sat down a bit too quickly, my bladder took a hit. That moment I really felt it push on me. But somehow nothing happened yet."
Laura was forgetting the world around her, hanging on Hannah's lips. She quickly took a sip too when Hannah paused again. "What then?", Laura pressed. "I'm getting to it. So now I knew that it wouldn't take too long, but my back half and shoulders were soaking wet and I was getting more desperate by the minute. I don't know why, but I was stupid enough to take another sip of Red Bull again. Muscle memory, maybe. When the car in front of me started to move, I was so happy that I actually spurted a bit. It wasn't much, but I could clearly feel it. I quickly buckled up, which wasn't pleasant as it pressed on my poor bladder again, and started to move. Slow, but steady, I drove towards the tow truck and past it, thinking of the words "leaking gas" and "washed away by the rain" again. I focused on the road again. I still had about 20 minutes left to drive home, but I was being optimistic that I would make it. Ten minutes from home, a wave of desperation hit me again. I felt my bladder contracting violently and had to use all my power to stop it. I still lost another spurt. My underwear was starting to feel wet, adding to the outside wetness of my butt. I had to make a decision here and there. Will I make it home? Should I stop somewhere, hoping no other car would pass by and see my exposed private parts? I decided on the latter. Problem was: I was on a major illuminated road, so I clearly couldn't stop there. I quickly planned a route in my head. Left there. Right there. Ahead. Stopped at traffic lights. When I got going again, I felt another spurt, much longer this time. I could only stop it after 3 seconds or more as I still had to focus on the road. There were no other drivers at least. One more right turn. Finally I was on an unpaved road leading nowhere. I lost yet another spurt when I stepped on the brakes too hard. I couldn't stop it this time. I quickly turned my car off, yanked the door open and stepped outside. It was still raining like before. I looked up to the sky for a second, like in a trance, and finally started to open my belt, all while still full-on peeing my pants. I yanked my pants down and squatted. I figured it made no sense to try and pull my panties down as they were soaked anyway. And then I peed."
"And peed. And peed. Full-force. Through my panties. I forgot I wore them. I forgot that it still rained like crazy and my shirt and pulled-down jeans got soaked too. I forgot the road was basically a pool of mud from the rain and my shoes and jeans were laying on the ground. I just peed. And then finally I was empty. I needed a few seconds to get back to my senses. Only then I realized that, although I finally got to pee, I created heap of problems. I looked at my jeans, hanging from my knees, halfway into the mud. I picked them up. They were much heavier than dry. I pulled them up over my dripping panties, it didn't make a difference. Using the rain, I tried to get at least some of the mud out of them so it doesn't end up in my car. When I was done, the front of my t-shirt was soaked too. So then I stood there, in the dark, completely drenched to the bone. And if it wasn't already bad enough, a car came around with high-beams on. When the car stopped next to me, the guy asked me if I needed help. I said no, I just needed directions back to the city. That was a lie. What should I have said? No, I just stopped here to take a pee, but I completely peed my pants before I got the chance, but you couldn't tell as the rain soaked me anyway. That would have been... a bit direct. So he gave me detailed directions back and then drove off. I got into my car and started to drive off. Thanks to my de-tour, I now had another 10 minutes left until I finally reached home. I thought about what happened. Although I was extremely embarrassed by the whole thing, I was still glad that it was finally over. I turned on the radio and put my playlist on shuffle. It was still raining as if it never stopped. And then I had a magic moment, despite all adversities of the day. When Cigarette Daydreams by Cage The Elephant came on, I was looking at myself in the mirror and whisper-sung along:
You can drive. All night. Looking for the answers in the pouring rain." |
Here's chapter 6. I took your advice, @PeeHour , and tried to improve the structure a bit. I'm afraid the length of this chapter got a bit out of hand, but the story just didn't want to stop. And I also wanted to end the evening both Hannah and Laura (and I) anticipated so I could have some new ideas without fleeing into side storys and flashbacks for continuity's sake. Anyway, enjoy.
Chapter 6: The pee never bothered me anyway
When Hannah finished telling her story, she took a deep breath. All those years of remembering it then-and-there, mostly when driving around or being desperate for a pee, and then cringing about it disappeared. She felt relieved. Laura was captivated. She finally whispered:
"And then? You came home?"
Hannah chuckled. Yes, she did get home eventually. But nothing worth telling happened afterwards. She just undressed, had a long, naked (and thus boring, she added) shower and went to sleep. Laura frowned upon this. Although the story went on for over half an hour, it ended too soon. Hannah added that she felt more embarrassed than curious back then, but yesterday's events shed a new light on it. After some more time of watching, but not really concentrating on the movie, Hannah jumped:
"Hey! Let's spice the evening up a bit. How about a holding contest?"
"A what?", Laura said, puzzled.
"A contest where we regularly drink water and see who will hold it the longest. I read about that while on a more shady part of the internet. Quickly forgot it again. Give me a sec, I'll pull up a set of rules..."
Hannah got her laptop out. While starting it up, opening an incognito tab and typing, she had a determined and mischievous look on her face. She cycled through some links.
"Quiz... how much do you have to... I'm gonna make you.... There it is!", Hannah triumphed. "It's a quiz with instructions on what to do. With a, quote, guarantee to pee your pants, end quote. How naughty."
Laura lifted her eyebrows. "A quiz? But yeah, sure. Okay... You start." She sat up straight.
Hannah concentrated on the screen. "Okay. So step one is to get a glass of water and quickly drink it. You know what? The wine is too good for this and I don't want to die tonight, I'll be right back." She jumped from the couch and disappeared into the kitchen. Laura heard the fridge open. Hannah rummaging through it. The fridge closing with a thump. Hannah's head perked through the door, grinning.
"Look what I found!", she said, holding an entire palette of 24 cans of a tea and energy drink mix. Hannah was holding it close to her body and carefully placed it on the coffee table in front of them. "I always drink this stuff while gaming. Pro: Keeps me awake forever. Con: Makes you go pee constantly. It's the reason for 9 out of 10 times I was this close", she touched her thumb and index fingers, "to loosing it. Well, maybe that's not a con this time", she said and let herself fall on the sofa. "So, step one. Here." She took and opened a can for Laura, gave it to her, and opened one herself. Laura took a sip. She was surprised.
"Oh. I hate this energy stuff normally. It tastes more like iced tea actually. I get why you drink this stuff like water." She took a bigger sip.
"I told you. Come on, don't fall asleep", Hannah teased. She didn't waste time, as she was used to in the short pauses. She downed half the can in one go, accompanied by loud gurgles and ended with an "aaaah. That's better". Both continued to drink the can, eager for the next step.
"Okay, finally", Laura said, turning the can upside down. A single drop fell off, hitting her black pants and instantly disappearing. She shook the can again. Nothing. She frowned. "So, what's next?"
"Let's see. Okay. It says to wait for half an hour and then do the same. Booring." Hannah was impatient. "Guess you have to earn it." After 29 minutes, Laura reached for the next can. Hannah stopped her. "Patient you have to be, young peedawan."
"Shut up, nerd", Laura said. She secretly adored Hannah's nerdy comments. "Okay, now gimme.", she snapped her fingers pointing at the can. Hannah obliged. Both downed the can, more quickly than before. As if it was a hot summer's day and they were dying for a refreshment. Laura stopped when the can felt empty, fully aware of liquid still touching her lips.
"Empty!", she exclaimed, turning the can upside down again. As she anticipated, more liquid came out this time, creating a wet spot on her thigh. She observed the glistening. "Oops!", she chuckled.
"Hey, don't cheat!", Hannah said. She shook her can. There was still some liquid in it. She looked over at Laura with a grin. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly dumped the contents on her own thigh, creating a bigger wet spot than Laura did. "Now we're even. Okay, next. Ah, now it gets interesting. Stand up and do fifteen squats. Fair enough." She got up and started. "Get up, Miss Lazy!"
Laura was reluctant. After her second can and observing Hannah's revenge, she started to feel her bladder. She was also curious on what challenges came next, so she got up and stood next to Hannah. She squatted down and got up. "One", she said. After five, she felt her needs increase as her belt pushed on her bladder. "I'm gonna undo my belt", she said.
"No you don't. Not my fault you're wearing it. Hurry up!", Hannah said, energetic as always when it came to working out. "aaand fifteen!", she said, jumping up after getting up from the last squat. Laura started to struggle a bit after twelve. She wasn't in as good of a shape. For the last one, she had to contract her muscles will all remaining strength. Half way up, she felt her bladder contract and quickly winced down again. Nothing yet, luckily. But she still had to get up. Hannah was already back on the couch and enjoyed the show. Laura was looking over at her, eyes wide open, slightly hunched. "Already losing it? Women up now and get back here", Hannah barked. She tends to imitate a drill sergeant when it comes to sports. Laura finally managed to get up and exhaled sharply.
"Done", Laura said, falling on the couch. Some drops of sweat appeared on her forehead. "I want to read the next one." She yanked Hannah's laptop and read aloud. "Next. Lay flat on your stomach and relax. That should be easy." They did. Although both now felt their needs increase, they managed to contain it for now. When they got back up, Hannah took off her sports jacket.
"It's getting warm, isn't it?", she said. She tossed the jacket on the floor next to her. Her red tank top already had small hints of pit stain. "Much better. How are you holding up?"
"Still empty, I could do this all night", Laura said, having some more drops of sweat on her forehead. Hannah looked at her with a smile, tilting her head.
"Yeah, sure you can. Let's move on. Oh, this will be fun. Sit on the toilet fully clothed for one minute. You're up for it?", Hannah said.
"O... Okay, sure", Laura said, not quite as sure. They both walked over to the bathroom. Hannah sat down first. She wiggled around a bit and looked straight ahead. She started to count.
"58... 59... 60. That was easy. Now you go. But as you appear bored, I'll increase the difficulty a bit." Hannah waited for Laura to sat down, walked over to the sink, and turned the faucets on. She added to it by making hissing noises.
"Hey, that's not fair", Laura protested. "But whatever, I'm gonna win anyway". None of the two believed that. Hannah cautiously monitored Laura for any motions. At the 20 second mark, Laura felt a contraction again. She flinched.
"Oh no!", Hannah said in a mocking voice. She hissed again. "Think of warm waterfalls. Flowing freely. Let it go! Let it go! Can't hold it back anymooore" she sang, rotating on the spot. Laura struggled but tried to concentrate. Finally, the 60 second mark was up and she shot up from the toilet. She didn't dare to tell Hannah how close she got to losing it. Hannah slouched back to her living room, thinking of ways to finally defeat Laura. When they sat down, she took another two cans. "You know the drill", Hannah said, starting to feel impatient and also feeling her bladder bulge a bit.
This time, neither of the girls had intentions of drinking the whole can, leaving about a fifth in it. Looking at each other and silently agreeing on cheating, they slowly turned the cans upside down again and dumped the liquid on their bellies. Hannah flinched. The liquid started to flow down her tank top and into the waist band of her leggings. It was still a bit cold from the fridge. When a drop entered her panties, she shuddered. She immediately moved the can upwards, trying to spread as much as possible on her boobs to avoid more of the liquid finding it's way down. Laura saw this and quickly did the same. Luckily she poured slower and had yet to reach the point of it flowing down. When both of their cans were finally empty, they snapped out of the staring context. Both now had reasonably-sized wet spots on their tank tops, while Hannah's red one obviously showed more. Hannah took a deep breath, making her chest move up and down, and felt the wet fabric stick to her body. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, she thought. The wet feeling somehow elevated her needs drastically. She was getting nervous. She distracted herself by looking into the laptop again.
"Okay. Uhm..." She started wiggling her thighs. "next up is... Standing up and touching.... touching your toes. Five times, for ten seconds each." She gulped. Still, she had to mime the soon-to-be-winner, so she pulled herself up and gestured for Laura to do the same. Both looked at each other, having both a smile and curled-up eyebrows, eyes wide open. This was it. Both bent over, looking at their feet. Both moaned in discomfort. When they got back up, Hannah was sweating even more, an empty look on her face. "One", she said. Two. Back up. Laura shuddered and pressed her thighs together, thinking of kinked garden hoses. A well-built dam. The Sahara desert. The rain forest. She shook her head. A dried-up cookie from yesterday. Dumped in coffee, soaking, dripping. She shook her head again.
They got down again. When touching her toes, Hannah felt a contraction. She gasped. She felt her knees get soft, trying to force her into a squat. She had to withstand it. She could not lose. Not lose a drop. Her bladder contracted again. This time, she felt a spurt. And another. She quickly looked over. Laura was still looking down, breathing heavily. She must have not noticed it yet. It was finally time to get up again. They observed each other. "Last one", both said simultaneously.
They slowly got down again. Laura felt her belt like a slowed-down punch to her bladder. It felt as if the liquid was starting to be pushed out forcefully. She was starting to lose control. A wave of desperation hit her and she shuddered violently. Her legs started to shake, as if they weren't able to carry the weight of her bladder. Her whole body was aching for release. She took a glance at Hannah. "TEN!", she screamed.
Hannah was startled. She gasped again and felt a spurt. She tried to contract her muscles, but nothing happened. She tried again. The spurt turned into a leak. The leak gained momentum. Hannah pressed her thighs together and got to her knees a bit. "No! N-No! Ugh", she whimpered. She lost. After some seconds, she was finally able to shut the flow. Her leggings were completely drenched between her legs, single drops falling from it. The streaks down her legs glistened up and slowly disappeared. She looked over to Laura, defeated.
"I won! I won!", Laura said, jumping in the air. She immediately regretted this wave of joy. When her feet touched the ground, it felt like a water balloon was dropped inside her body. This was too much. She felt the pee shoot out with full force. There was no point in containing it now, she thought. She relaxed. At this rate, her panties were completely soaked within five seconds. She put her hands on her black pants. She could feel the pee pool in her hand, slowly drenching the front of her pants and escaping downwards, making her pants shine like they were made of leather. She rubbed her hands, trying to spread the wetness as much as possible. The heat between her legs made her shiver. When she was finally done, a sizable puddle formed underneath her, despite her pants having soaked up most of it. Her pants felt heavy and sticked to her knees and thighs. She smiled at Hannah, eyes half-closed from exhaustion and relieve.
Hannah was jealous. Not only had she lost, she was still close to exploding. "Ugh. Screw this. You won", she said, looking down and tilting her hips forward. She waited for the next contraction of her bladder and didn't prevent it. She felt the pee shoot out of her, hitting her panties hard. She made a hissing sound, only this time not from her mouth. Her panties had no chance to soak the liquid up as quickly as it came, so it shot up her butt. Hannah shuddered and gasped. With her thighs still pressed together, the liquid slowly pushed out of her leggings and pooled between her legs before flowing downward. She ran her fingers through this canal, grabbing warm wetness and returning it back up. Her leggings felt squishy and smooth. She grabbed her crotch and pulled on the leggings. She let them snap back onto her body with a smack, making her moan again. After much more time than Laura, she was finally done. Her bladder was bigger after all, she thought, holding on to this small victory in a defeat.
"That was... I don't know. Ugh", Laura moaned, smiling at Hannah, eyes still half-closed. "I have to rest", she said, throwing herself onto the couch and sitting straight up again. "Oh shit! I'm so sorry!"
"Yeah, I don't care. The sofa's washable. I had to do that anyway.", Hannah calmed her. She fell to the sofa too, her leggings glistening up again with the change of position. "Watch a movie and then call it a night? I'm exhausted", she murmured.
"Sounds like a plan. Frozen?", Laura said, smirking. Hannah agreed. They got comfortable and watched the movie. Each feeling their pants every now and then. When Elsa's famous scene came on, they looked at each other. They have waited for that moment. They both nodded. On cue, as Elsa shot out ice, they sang along and forcefully let it go again. Their panties were soaked once more. When the movie was over, they smiled at each other.
"Thanks for the night, Hannah", Laura said, hugging her friend. Their wet pants touched. Laura didn't feel the need to change before leaving, as her pants didn't show much wetness. She was looking forward to walking home in them, feeling the wetness with every step. Hannah undressed and got in her bed, only having rubbed herself dry with a towel, when she received a text from Laura:
Hannah? *knock knock*
Do you wanna pee your panties?
Come on, let's wet with me
I'm going to just let it flow
inside my clothes
And watch you do the saame~ |
Here's Chapter 7. I tried to give Hannah some more back story and showed another aspect of her life. I'll take some time for the next chapter until I have some good ideas. Enjoy!
Chapter 7: I hate Mondays
On the Sunday following the holding contest, both girls had time to think. Laura, being a morning person, got up early and began her weekly washing. She handled the clothes from the last two days with extra care, occasionally sniffing them. Her red capris and black top from Friday smelled of lake water, her black capris and top from yesterday smelled of that tea-energy stuff from Hannah. She was surprised, no hints of pee at all. It must have been diluted so much, she thought. After the first washing cycle, Laura pulled her clothes out. She still hasn't got that washer/dryer combo, so she was stuck with two machines. When she grabbed her pants, now wet again, she touched and stroked them, feeling the wet fabric against her hands. She closed her eyes and thought about the last two evenings.
Hannah pressed the snooze button on her alarm clock five or six times, as always. She was the complete opposite of Laura when it came to waking up. Finally, she made herself get up, yawning every few seconds, and slouched across her bedroom. She had to wash her clothes too, but postponed it to the afternoon. Until then, she walked across her living room to clean up after yesterday. Luckily for her, most of the 24 palette of energy-tea was still full. She put it back into the fridge. She looked at her couch. No spots from yesterday were left, so she could get away with not cleaning it for another year or so. Hannah was thankful for every opportunity to be lazy, especially on Sundays. Finally, she started her washing. As she normally had very few items to wash, she didn't even own a dryer. After washing her clothes of the week, she hung them up one by one to let them air-dry. The display of various damp items of her wardrobe made her wonder. After the last days, she found herself noticing some details that she did not care for before. Her jeans were darker than usual. Her long-sleeved white shirt was a bit transparent, letting the light from behind it shine through. Her bra glistened a bit. "Must have been the first time I washed it", she thought, chuckling. It's the big secret about bras, you normally don't wash them. Her sports bras were another thing of course, but they had no underwires and were basically tighter crop tops, so it wasn't as much of an issue. When she hung up yesterday's leggings, she felt the material. They were soft and pleasant to touch anyway, but when slightly wet, they felt even better.
The rest of their days was uneventful. Both needed to take a break, there was too much action the last two days. The weekend parted, Monday came around. Hannah was wakened by her alarm clock like a slap, even earlier than yesterday. She thought about Garfield a lot on Monday mornings, imagining the blissful and decadent life of a cat. Sadly, she was no cat. Even worse, she had a job. At least she had the pleasure of working in home office four days a week, including Mondays. After her obligatory morning coffee, she dressed for work. Since she had video calls most days, she couldn't get away with comfortable weekend clothing. For today, she chose a pair of blue jeans and a black, tight fitting buttoned-down blouse. Under this relatively modest outfit, Hannah enjoyed wearing flashing underwear, like a secret second identity. She chose a matching set of a hot pink bra and panties. When she closed her blouse and pulled up her pants and shut the belt, tucking the blouse in, she checked herself out. "Business casual", she thought. She grew to like the professional look of herself, it gave her confidence. The blouse accented her toned arms and belly, the jeans were tight but not too sexy for work. She was ready for work.
When she sat down on her computer and started it up, she quickly summarized the day ahead of her. Nothing too bad today. Some project planning, some reading about new technologies, some budgeting. Hannah was content with her job of managing a team of system administrators. She was always interested in technology and decided to study computer science, just for kicks, because she had no better idea. The more she learned, the harder of challenges she faced, she grew sure that this should be her future. After graduating, she got her current job. Hannah was never really shy or lacked self-confidence, but the first year was still hard for her. Suddenly, she had to lead a team of experienced and competent people and give them orders. She gave much thought on her clothing because of this, trying to appear strong and determined. She still had her fair share of imposter syndrome*, nonetheless, but most people she talked to did. That is why she dressed up in her business clothes, even if nobody saw her that day. She put her black-rimmed glasses on to complete the Business-Hannah™ look.
Hannah started her work. Some tasks were quick to complete, some took longer. She caught her thoughts wandering off. Early in the day, especially on Mondays, she had trouble concentrating. She thought about the rest of the energy drinks in her fridge. It always worked in gaming, didn't it? She got two cans and opened one. Drinking it in one go, she felt the sugar immediately take effect. After an hour of work, she opened the second can and sipped on it every now and then. After her lunch break, she continued, just having opened the third one. Now, she was pulled into her work and completely focused. She started noticing her bladder. Apart from helping her focus, she also grew to like the feeling of desperation after the last few days. When she was almost done with her current task, her legs were bobbing up and down. She had to go now. Just some more minutes. She started typing to let her boss know that she was done when-
*pling* "Hannah! Important! Call me ASAP! - Catherine"
Hannah opened her eyes widely. What does her boss want? And why did Cathy sign with "Catherine"? Did she do something wrong? She was getting nervous, thinking of the past few weeks, looking for clues. She started a video call, quickly brushing through her hair and sampling her smile in the camera. Her boss accepted within few seconds.
"Hey! Thanks for calling. We're in big trouble here.", Cathy said. Hannah gulped. "The healthcare guys from last week. The ten-thousand dollar project. They called me today. Apparently soomeonee", she made a dramatic pause, "forgot to check the backups on Friday and now they lost two full days of data. I thought the guy would kill me over the phone. We planned for this of course and the second backup worked, but it was still extremely embarrassing to hear this. It was Stan's job to do this and he screwed it up. Have a long, hard conversation with him and make him understand how big of a damage this could have been."
Hannah sighed. A Stan thing again. It wasn't the first fault that he did, not even the first one this month. She always tried to defend him, trying to be a fair team leader, but it started to wear off on her. "Wow. Okay. I'm really sorry this happened. I'll talk to him. You want to come too?", Hannah asked. She already started to plan her words for later on.
"No, can't do. This must be done immediately and I have to go pee like crazy since before the call. You do that. Just call be back when you're done. See ya!" *pling*
Hannah smiled at her boss's profile pic. "Hope you'll make it. Or not", she said with an evil grin. She quickly called Stan, putting a stern and bossy look on her face.
"Heyy Hannah", Stan said happily. He was always a bit too nice to her, but not dangerous.
"Hey. Stan. You know what happened?", Hannah said, with sharp, quick words. Stan didn't, of course. She explained to him what damage he caused.
"Oh no! I must have forgot that. But we still have second backups for this, right?", Stan said. He didn't appear to be too guilty or embarrassed by this.
"Well yeah, but they shouldn't be needed.", Hannah said. She hated Stan's tendency of always arguing about stuff like this. She felt her bladder again. She completely forgot that she was pretty desperate before her boss's call, but it all came back now. She shuddered. "But... but this can't be happening. Stan, you have to be more careful in the future. I have told you before." Hannah felt her bladder contract. She lost a spurt and felt her panties get wet. She tried to keep her stern look. She was glad the camera didn't show anything below her belly, as she could already see a tiny spot on her jeans.
"It wasn't my fault you know. I...", Stan continued to give excuses and lengthy explanations on why he did everything right. Hannah lost another spurt in the meantime. And another. She felt herself unable to counter Stan's excuses as she was too concentrated on not peeing her pants. She had enough, this was leading nowhere.
She took a deep breath and pushed. Not only relaxed, but pushed. She felt the pee shoot out of her, quickly drenching her panties. "Stan! Time-out! Listen to me", Hannah shouted, still peeing full-force. Her crotch was completely soaked now. The pee pooled on her chair and wet the entirety of her butt. "it was your fault and no one else's. You fix that and make sure it doesn't happen again!", she said. Stan was quiet and listening to her, nodding occasionally. Hannah continued to pee and scold him some more time. When she was done, she was also empty. She felt invincible, breathing heavily. Stan quickly apologized and left the call. Hannah succeeded. This time, he wouldn't forget her words, she thought. She quickly called her boss again, despite still sitting in her flooded jeans.
"So, you told him?", Cathy asked.
"I did. And something tells me that it worked this time.", Hannah said proudly, checking the camera's field of view occasionally.
"Great. Thanks for that. Oh and turns out I could have done it myself after all. It was too late as soon as you hang up." Cathy chuckled. Hannah gasped.
"Too late? You mean...", Hannah whispered.
"Yeah, exactly. I'm wearing a skirt though, so it's no big deal. But don't tell anyone. Accidents happen, you know.", Cathy said, making it sound like this wasn't the first time. Hannah started to like her boss more and more.
"I know. Okay then, see you.", Hannah said with a smile. The call ended. Hannah thought about her boss peeing her panties. She wondered if it really was an accident or deliberately. She looked down on her crotch, her jeans being absolutely soaked. She pushed again, thinking of her success of being in control. She made her jeans shine up again. Hannah had no intention of changing, as she didn't have much more work to do for the day and enjoyed the feeling. An hour later, she was finished. What a day. Without changing, she grabbed some more cans to drink and sat back down. Finally, she was free to play her online game again.
After some time, she felt her familiar feeling of being desperate again. She also lost her focus. Her legs bobbed up and down again. Missed. New try. Close... close... missed again. Hannah thought about her call today. Should she? Would it have the same effect? She had nothing to lose, so she decided to try it. On the next encounter, it got close again. Her health bar was low. Her bladder bursting. She pushed with all her might. When her in game character shot her spell, Hannah shot into her pants. They quickly filled again, the wet spot that was still there from earlier glistened again and grew. Hannah did it, she and her team members finally finished the boss. The in game chat exploded. People congratulating each other. Saying how tough it was. Hannah hammered her usual "BRB" in, though she had no intention of going anywhere. She was feeling the same rush as earlier, breathing heavily, some drops of sweat forming on her forehead. She felt hot. Thinking about yesterday, she took the half-full can and observed it. Shook it. Slowly turned it upside down over her blouse.
A big gulp flowed out, hitting her blouse. It quickly soaked in, creating a wet, shiny spot on it. Her bra must have taken it all, she thought. She poured some more over herself. Finally, she felt the liquid slowly flow down her stomach. Hannah pulled on her belt a bit to help the flow, still slowly pouring more. She shuddered when the liquid finally touched the seam of her panties and continued inwards. The can was empty now. Hannah frowned. It was time to get back to the game, the time of her usual toilet break was over.
When she had enough some hours later, Hannah was reasonably full again. She decided to end the fun now and got up from her chair, the first time in hours. Normally the toilet breaks were guarantees to make her move, but she didn't have any today. She stretched herself, making her feel her wet blouse and bra. She quickly went over to the bathroom and stood in the shower. This time, it didn't feel strange, only exciting. Hannah wanted to get herself as wet as possible now. She pushed again while holding her crotch through the jeans. It created long, broad streaks down her legs. Hannah breathed more heavily. Her jeans got heavier again and pulled on her. She turned the shower head on and soaked the few remaining parts of her jeans. When she went up to her blouse, she first followed the wet streaks of her energy drink upwards and then soaking the rest of it. The black fabric glistened and felt clingy and tight on her skin. Hannah started massaging her boobs and belly, caressing the wet fabric and her body underneath. She slowly opened her belt and pants and dropped them. Her hot pink panties looked much darker now than when she put them on in the morning. Hannah looked at them intently, marveling at their color change and slight glistening. She quickly unbuttoned her blouse, one by one, starting from the top. Her matching hot pink bra had discolored in the same way. With her opened, soaking wet blouse hanging from her shoulders, Hannah massaged herself through her panties.
Afterwards, Hannah undressed the rest of her clothing and got out of the shower. She hung them up and looked at herself, completely naked. Before putting fresh clothes on for the evening, she texted Laura:
"Mondays aren't always bad 😉 How was yours?"
*Imposter syndrome: That invasive feeling that you are not at all competent or fit for the job, you only got there by luck or accident. |
Finally got an idea for another chapter. A fantasy I long wanted to write into a story. Enjoy 🙂
Chapter 8: Fountain Fun
The air flared on the asphalt. Few people walked around. Those who did moved slowly, efficiently, avoiding any unnecessary motions in the heat. Some birds gathered around a dropped ice cream cone. Laura watched the scenes from her favorite café. Looking at the heated-up city made her smile. Summer was always her favorite season. She watched people through her tinted wayfarer sunglasses which gave everything an even warmer look, as if it wasn't warm enough already. She sipped on her iced coffee. A pleasant cooling flowed into her body. One of the things Laura liked about summer was the kinds of outfits people wore. She saw women in hot pants and crop tops, men in shorts and shirts with dangerously deep v-necks. Two women her age with ice cream cones, wearing colorful sundresses that caressed their bodies with every step. Her sunglasses allowed her to shamelessly observe people without them knowing. Laura enjoyed her day off with her favorite summer activity: Hanging around in the city, doing nothing. In this kind of heat, she likes her long brown hair in a single, thick braid to keep her head cool. She felt a welcomed breeze on her legs. She wore her black skater skirt and a short pair of black tights underneath, combined with a thin, light blue tank top. Her preferred summer-in-the-city outfit. A combination of playful, relaxed and a bit sexy, but not too much.
While occasionally sipping on her iced coffee, Laura thought about the past few days. How incredible it felt to finally let loose after being desperate for hours. How she won against Hannah, despite having the smaller bladder. How sexy Hannah looked when she finally peed her leggings... Her thoughts trailed off. When she finally finished her drink, she paid and got up. She felt her thighs stick to the café chair. One of the lesser pleasant things of wearing a skirt in the summer. Laura wandered around in the city. She had no goal, she enjoyed wandering. Observing other people. She soon began to feel the heat get to her. Her boobs and armpits started to sweat. She felt her grey bra absorbing it and rubbing on her skin. Her grey panties started to feel a bit sweaty too. Would it be better without the short tights underneath the skirt? It certainly would let more air to her crotch, she thought. But Laura also knew that she had no, and had no intention of having, a thigh gap, so she would have a rash within five steps of walking in this kind of weather. She had to endure the sweat slowly creeping up inside her panties. Some time after, Laura started noticing some underboob sweat that gave her light blue top a small darkened patch. She longed for refreshment and cooling off. To make matters worse, she also started noticing the effect of the iced coffee.
The slight feeling of desperation put a smile on her face. Before the past few days, Laura would have started looking for a toilet now, as she knew about her small bladder. Instead, she thought to herself that she'll probably sweat it out anyway. To avoid dehydration, she got herself a bottle of water from a kiosk and continued her wandering. When you look for it, you'll notice many people sweating. Some showing it more, some less. It is highly dependent on the type of clothing. Laura saw some people in sport clothes without the slightest hints. No surprise there. She saw a delivery woman in a tan uniform, carrying packages around, walking fast. She noticed obvious patches of sweat on her back. Poor woman, Laura thought. In a glimpse, Laura also noticed a small dark patch between the delivery woman's legs. Was it sweat? It must be, right? What else could it be? Laura felt a tingle. The woman had to rush off before Laura could take a second glance. She thought a bit more about what she saw. Imagining that it was in fact not sweat. That the woman was desperate to pee but in a rush, while also feeling sweaty. Laura was not at all in a rush, but still a bit desperate. She had to chuckle about herself. "Normal people would go to the toilet now", she thought. How lame would that be.
On her stroll, Laura headed to a small park. She suddenly had a target and an idea what to do. The park's main attraction was a moderately big set of fountains on the floor. Each small fountain started and stopped periodically and reached about as high as her belly. "Thank god it's a school day", Laura thought. Not a single child or annoying mother in sight. Only some teens, probably skipping school, driving around the fountains with their bikes to cool off. Laura approached the fountain. She immediately felt the mist surrounding it. Finally, a bit of chill on this hot sweaty day. Laura put her feet over one of the weaker fountains. She wore flip flops, so she could feel the water directly between her toes. She shuddered a bit. The sudden chilling surprised her. She cooled her hands off in the same way. Although very pleasant in the heat, the cooling amplified her bladder's needs. Laura still enjoyed the feeling in her bladder, she even slightly pressed on it to feel it more. As the cooling quickly disappeared and the heat came back, she started to walk around the fountain a bit. Slowly, precisely. She planned her route to get herself a bit wet, but not too much. The seam of her skirt got a bit wet and clung to her skin. Some drops landed on her top, each creating a small, dark blue spot on it.
Laura looked at herself. It was far from the first time that she intentionally got her clothes wet in the summer to cool off, but this time it wasn't only for cooling off. She touched her skirt and pulled it from her skin. It felt heavier than before. She wanted more. She changed her route to catch more of the higher fountains. Her skirt got wetter and wetter and started to glisten in the sun. Her top lost more and more dry spots. As her grey bra got darker, it started to slightly shine through her top. Laura wanted to touch herself, feel her wet clothes, but she had to restrain herself. Not in public. She felt her bladder again. She was getting really desperate now, feeling the familiar tingle in her crotch that advertised a soon-to-come spurt. She excitedly waited for it, continuing her stroll through the fountain. When it came, Laura gasped a bit. Although her skirt was completely drenched by now, her tights kept the wetness away. Her already sweat-dampened panties received some more fluid from inside now. Laura waited for the next spurt, knowing it will not take long. She spurted again, quickly contracting her bladder and touching her legs to prolong the sensation. She felt a drop escape her tights and slowly trickle down her thigh. She wanted to release now. She wanted to fully pee her panties and tights, shoot into them like the fountains. She looked for a fountain that was around mid-level and rising and stepped directly over it with her legs open. When she felt the water rising between her legs, tickling her thighs, she stopped clenching her bladder and pushed. What she felt now was nothing she ever felt before. While peeing full-force into her panties, the fountain shot against her tights and drenched them from the outside. She felt like shooting her own fountain against the one on the floor, her poor panties being in the middle and getting drenched by both sides. She had to lean on her legs to keep standing up. Forcefully wetting yourself is hard work, she thought.
When the fountain subsidized, Laura was starting to feel empty too. Her stream slowed down, soon to be only a trickle. She pushed again, forcing one last spurt into her panties. She was dripping wet now, head to toe. Her breaths were short and heavy when she slowly remembered where she was. She looked around. Did someone saw her? Nobody seemed to question her cooling off, some let themselves get wet too. She met eyes with a guy her age, sitting on a bench. He smiled and winked at her. Does he suspect something? He couldn't, could he? Nobody could tell she just forcefully and completely peed her panties for a while. Laura started to leave the fountain, her skirt sticking to her thighs, and walked away. Her now dark-blue tank top clung to her belly and her bra caressed her boobs with every step. Apart from her expected pleasure, it was actually pretty nice to walk around in wet clothes, having them cool her body constantly. While walking around, Laura tried to push every once in a while to keep her panties from drying too quickly. Once re-wet, she felt better and continued her stroll. Her top and skirt were getting dry surprisingly quickly in the sun, while her tights and panties constantly moved between slightly damp and completely drenched all the way back to her car. When Laura arrived, her top and skirt were completely dry. She sat down in her car and felt her wet underwear again. A feeling she enjoyed all the way back home. When she closed her apartment's door, she took out her phone. Hannah wrote that Mondays are not always bad. Laura replied:
Yeah, and hot days in the city aren't always dry 😉 |
After way too much time, I finally wrote another chapter. This one introduces some yuri (yes, finally). I'm not sure if I will try to keep a stringent story or convert this to independent episodes. Or do something completely different. Let's see what the future brings. Enjoy 🙂
Chapter 9: Made to get wet
"In 500 meters, turn left"
Hannah followed the orders of her car's GPS, it was always right. Only about half an hour left to their destination. Hannah and Laura looked forward to this day all week, they finally took a trip to the lake again. When they were younger, they often spent hot summer days here, swimming and relaxing. Of course, back then they always wore proper swimming attire and, if anything, got their clothes wet by wearing them over their wet swimwear. Most of the time though, they dried in the sun before leaving. Today, they suspected it may be different.
Laura relaxed on the passenger's seat smiling. She decided to wear her red capri pants from their initial wet experience again and combined them with a light-gray long sleeved top. Underneath, she wore her default plain black bikini. Her typical beach outfit also included black-rimmed wayfarers. Through the tinted glass, she looked at her friend. Hannah wore short jeans and a slim fitting white t-shirt. Laura could spot Hannah's signature red one-piece bathing suit underneath. Hannah was always more of the one-piece type, she didn't trust bikinis. She also liked how her curves and muscles were hinted at, but not directly shown. When Hannah got dressed this morning, she remembered always somehow subconsciously liking the feeling of wet fabric on her skin, even if the bathing suit's polyamide fibers were not as sticky as cotton.
"Can you pass me the bottle?", Hannah said. They brought several big bottles of water as it was going to be a hot day. Laura reached for the bottle and gave it to her. Hannah took a few big gulps and gave it back.
"Already filling up, huh? Do you maybe have some... intentions for today?", Laura said with a big grin. She drank some water too.
"I have no idea what you're talking about. Surely you don't mean anything involving pee where it doesn't belong.", Hannah said with a sarcastic, innocent voice.
"That's up for debate, I guess. Where does pee belong and where doesn't it? Also, which types of clothes are to be wet and which aren't? Take my top for example", Laura said with a seductive voice. "Should it be considered swim wear? It surely isn't made to get... wet. Oops!" She poured a small amount of water from the bottle on her stomach, her top instantly soaking it all in and discoloring to a dark grey. Hannah looked over and gasped.
"Hey! I have to concentrate on the road and you're making it real hard for me. Looks pretty hot, by the way.", Hannah said, trying to keep her eyes straight. Finally, they arrived. The small patch on Laura's top already dried. When they got out of the air conditioned car, they were hit by a wall of hot and humid summer air. They were glad to have brought so much to drink. After about ten minutes of walking from the parking lot to a secluded spot, carrying heavy bags, they were both starting to get sweaty already. Laura's top started to show some dark patches under her arms and boobs. Hannah observed a small, but slowly growing wet spot on Laura's back. They spread their blankets and sat down, deeply exhaling as if they just ran a marathon.
As always, Laura started noticing her bladder before Hannah. When she told her, Hannah had a mischievous look on her face and convinced Laura to wait some more time. She also opened another two bottles of water for Laura and herself. Laura happily drank, hoping it would cool her off a bit. Hannah's jeans and white shirt did a great job of hiding evidence of sweat, but Hannah still felt it. Her crotch felt warm and sweaty, especially under her swimsuit. It wasn't unpleasant to her at this moment, though. After some time of relaxing in the sun, Hannah sat up.
"Yeah, I'm feeling it too. I think I have to pee now. But I'm too lazy to get up... What should I do now, Laura?", Hannah said expectantly.
"Oh, I don't know. I guess you'll have to hold it. I'm not sure if there is another option... Or is it?", Laura answered in a slow, deep voice.
"I think there is. It involves me just spreading my legs and relaxing... aaah.", Hannah said. A dark spot appeared between her legs, quickly spreading downwards. It started to pool on their blanket, as it had some waterproof coating to prevent wetness from creeping upwards. It worked both ways, apparently. Hannah peed for a long time, slowly, enjoying every moment. Laura watched her friend continuously. Hannah looked incredibly hot at this moment, Laura thought, with her hands on the ground, supporting her upper body, legs spread, hips slightly rotated upwards. When Hannah was finally done, she sighed. "That was great!"
"I guess that settles the question where pee does and does not belong. Our clothes will get wet anyway, right? I'm really curious to see my red pants get wet in the daylight now. Let me just.... aah" Laura said, slightly pressing to get the flow going. When it started, it quickly created a dark spot on her pants, her bikini bottom avoiding any effort to obstruct the flow. She could start to see the black bottom shine through her pants, adding to the darkness of the wet fabric. She put her hands on her crotch as if she tried to hold herself, only that she had no intention of stopping the flow. It quickly started to flow through her fingers. Laura rubbed her hands upwards, spreading the wetness across the front of her crotch. Soon, the wet spot was big enough to clearly show the seams of her bikini bottom. Thanks to the water-resistant blanked, the water pooled under her butt and fully soaked it too. When Laura was done, she slightly moved her hips up and down, left to right, to feel the pool of pee she created.
"Wow, these pants look even better in the daylight. And it felt absolutely fantastic. Even though cotton underwear still feels a bit better than my bikini. But polyamide will dry faster", Laura said, already sounding like a distinguished wetting connoisseur.
"Everything dries faster in the sun, even my jeans. Also, I don't care. With these temperatures, the wet clothes feel great. I'm going for a swim, care to join me?", Hannah said, promptly getting up and walking towards the water. She had no intention of undressing her jeans or t-shirt. Laura waited for her friend to finally get up, so she quickly followed. They both took some steps into the water up until the water touched the seams of their pants.
"You know what? I think I still have some left. Give me a sec...", Hannah said, visibly concentrating. Soon after, some streaks appeared on her jeans and the already big spot on her crotch spread downwards. "Okay, now I'm ready." Laura did the same. She grabbed her crotch through her pants and, with a slight rubbing, produced some more water too. Not as much, sadly, but still enough to create some streaks down her pants. Hannah suddenly started splashing water at Laura. Her left leg and arm got soaked, both turning darker. It was especially visible on Laura's grey top.
"Hey!", Laura shouted. It's not that she didn't like it, quite the opposite. She enjoyed the sensation of the wet long sleeve on her arm and the pant leg sticking to her skin. It was a welcomed refreshment in this hot weather. Of course, she had to act as if she wanted revenge. So she threw a bigger splash at Hannah. She hit her complete lower half, soaking the front of her jeans. Laura instantly took another splash, higher this time. She hit Hannah's t-shirt. It was drenched instantly and turned completely transparent, giving Laura a full look at Hannah's red bathing suit underneath. Hannah quickly reacted by splashing Laura again, this time soaking her other half and most of her upper body. The grey fabric of her top turned into a consistent dark grey and glistened in the sun. Laura's bikini top began to show underneath, having the seams poke through the thin, clingy fabric of her top. Laura looked as if her top was shrink-wrapped around her regular bathing outfit. Her pants looked similar, giving a clear look at her bikini bottoms. Hannah liked what she saw, she was reminded of their first wet evening when Laura emerged from the pond in the same pair of pants. The girls splashed around, dunked each other and not before long, there wasn't a spot of their skin or clothes left dry. When Laura tried to grab Hannah to throw her into the water, Hannah grabbed her hand. They looked at each other and came closer.
"Remember when I helped you out of the water? Your butt felt pretty nice in those wet pants. Mind if I feel it again?", Hannah said. Laura gestured to go ahead, being slightly nervous. Hannah slowly moved her hands into the water and behind Laura's back. She softly caressed Laura's butt and grabbed it a bit. She commented on how nice it felt, even better than she remembered. Laura felt a tingle, it aroused her to have her friend caress her wet clothes.
"Now I want to know how your wet jeans feel. Do you mind?", Laura said softly. Of course, Hannah didn't mind. Laura moved her hands towards her but started touching Hannah's thighs on the front. Hannah gasped. She wasn't expecting this from her usually shy friend. Laura kept eye contact while slowly working her way upwards, finally reaching Hannah's crotch. "So... do you happen to have anything left that you could... share with me?", Laura said seductively.
"Uhm... I... I think so, yeah. Sh... should I just let it flow?", Hannah stuttered. Laura nodded slowly with a big smile, still keeping eye contact. Hannah was nervous. Excited. Aroused. Aroused? She was surprised by herself. "O... okay... Wait for it... Oh my, here it comes", Hannah moaned. She pushed and gave her best to get as much pee as possible through her pants into Laura's hand. After a few seconds, Laura started to feel it.
"Wow. It feels amazing. So warm", Laura said. She started softly caressing Hannah's crotch. When the event was over, Laura gave Hannah a last stroke and removed her hand. "That was awesome. What do you think?"
"I... It... It felt amazing to pee into your hand", Hannah struggled for words. After catching a breath, Laura nodded towards the shore.
"What do you think, should we get out?", Laura said. Hannah agreed. They moved towards the shore. With every step, a bit more of their soaking wet bodies emerged from the water and was promptly inspected by the other. When they were fully out and reached their sitting spot, Hannah smiled.
"You look pretty sexy, you know? The way your body is caressed by those tight, dripping clothes", Hannah said. Laura blushed a bit.
"What should I say? Look at you. That red bathing suit looks amazing on you anyway, but with this white t-shirt and your jeans over it, it's just breathtaking", Laura said.
They lay down on their blankets, still looking at each other. The sun was burning, but their wet clothes gave a perfect refreshment. Sadly, it didn't take too long for their clothes to dry again. As they thought it was well enough sun for a day, they decided to start heading home. Before that, they changed from their bathing suits into regular clothes. They both perfected the technique of holding a big towel around themselves, undressing and redressing without having anyone see anything. A pretty useful skill for a public beach. Hannah changed into matching red panties and a red bra, Laura changed into grey panties and a black bra. Over that, they wore their regular clothes from before again. They packed up and headed to Hannah's car. After waiting some time to have the air conditioning cool down the car, they left and headed home.
"We're expecting about an hour of delay, please provide an emergency lane. Back to the news."
"That sucks. But at least I'm not alone and we can pass the time together", Hannah said. It was one of those traffic jams where nothing moved. "When I think about it, it reminds me of that traffic jam I told you about. Only that it's not raining now. And what a coincidence, of course I have to pee again."
"Me too. But we can't pee in the car, it would ruin the seats. Even if I am really tempted...", Laura said. She saw a flash in Hannah's eyes. In a swift motion, Hannah reached behind her and got two big plastic bags from under the seat.
"Thank god I don't clean my car very often. These have been under my seat forever. And I'm having a feeling they could become handy now", Hannah winked. She put one bag on her seat, sat on it and gave the other one to Laura who did the same. "Now the seats are protected. Nothing to stand in your way."
"Do you really think I should? What if it drips off?", Laura said.
"Yeah, I don't care. It's a car after all. Just relax and let it... what are you doing?", Hannah gasped. Laura grabbed her hand and put it on her crotch, slightly pressing it.
"If I do it, you should have the pleasure of feeling the same I felt from you earlier. Now I'll just relax and...", Laura said. Hannah was excited and held on to Laura's crotch. Finally, she felt her hand get warm and wet, she saw a small dark spot appear yet again on Laura's red pants. But Laura suddenly stopped. As Hannah expected this was all she had, she was surprised that Laura opened her pants and took Hannah's hand again. This time, she put it inside her pants, shoving it a bit. Laura gasped when she felt Hannah's fingers on the wet spot of her panties. She pushed again and let some more out. Hannah was getting more excited and started slowly moving her fingers around the hot spring in Laura's pants. She felt the pee shoot through her fingers and disappear into Laura's red pants, increasing the size of the wet spot and the puddle underneath her. When she was done, Hannah slowly removed her hand from Laura's pants. Intuitively, she rubbed her wet hand on her own jeans. She now had a full look on Laura's soaked crotch, the dark red pants and her dark grey, glistening panties.
"That was amazing. Now I see why you did it earlier. Okay, my turn now. I'm losing it any minute, anyway", Hannah said. She quickly opened her jeans and showed her red underwear. Hannah tried to let it out slowly, feeling every drop flow into her panties and then overflowing into her jeans, slowly making it's way down to her butt, but she had to go too bad. The trickle soon turned into a steady flow. Hannah pushed her legs together and watched the water level rise between her legs. It created streaks on her jeans. Soon, her red panties turned completely dark again and felt warm and wet all the way. When she was done, she closed her jeans again.
While the traffic jam moved slowly, both girls continued to drink as much as possible and peed into their pants whenever they felt the need. Hannah had fun by first holding it and then forcefully peeing, creating an audible hiss. Laura preferred to let some pee out continuously, sometimes with her hand holding onto her crotch to make it spread as much as possible.
When they reached regular driving speed again, they were nearly disappointed. After a short rest of the drive, they reached Hannah's home. Both girls looked at each other, simultaneously happy about the day, but sad that it has to end now. Hannah took a deep breath, took Laura's hand, looked into her eyes and said:
"Maybe... you want to stay for the night?" |
A boy invited his new girlfriend to a pop concert.
He picked her up from her parents house, but he was a half an hour to early. The girl was not ready dressed and had to hurry now, because she did not want to make him wait for to long.
She would have needed to wee too, but did not take the time for doing it, she did not go.
They had to go for about one hour by car to a stadium in a other city.
It was a open air concert and what the girl did not know, they had standing room tickets.
They had to queue up in front of the entrance and as soon as the door got opened they were running inside to get a good place near the stage.
They could get a place directly in front of the stage and the stadium was getting full in a short time.
The girls urge to wee was getting stronger in that 2 hours since she dressed her up at home. Before they did leave, she thought that they have reserved seats in the stadium and that she could go to the toilet before the concert would start, but now it was impossible.
“I need a loo.“ said the girl, in a shy way to her new friend.
“Oh you poor, but if you leave now, you will never get the chance to come back to this place she said.
“Can you hold it? I think you can!“ he asked her.
“That sounds so easy, hold it, but i think that will get very hard. I am needing to wee since long before we left my home, but you was to early and i did not go because i wanted not to make you wait and now i have to hold it for 3 hours more.“ answered the girl.
The boy was getting hard at the moment, he loved to know that his girl had a full bladder and that she was needing to wee and had to hold it.
He was turned on and wanted to tease her and so he said „Oh my poor girl is needing to wee and can’t go. I hope you can keep your panties dry until it is over.“
“That is not funny, i really need to wee pretty bad.“ she said.
They had to wait nearly one hour before the show was starting. The boy had one bottle mineral for each of them and the girl was drinking a lot of it.
“How can she do that, she is needing to wee, she has her bladder full and is still drinking .“ though the boy to himself, but he did like it and he was happy and turned on about it.
The bottle should get more and more empty, her bladder should get more and more full and her need to wee should get stronger and stronger, that was it what the boy wanted.
It was amazing, 2 two hours later the bottle was empty, the girls bladder was overfilled, but she was still jumping and dancing at the rhythm of the music.
She must have been really good in pee holding and in bladder control, the boy loved it and was aroused about it.
After the end of the concert, on the way to the parking lot, there were toilets and in front of the lady’s, was a long line.
The girl wanted to queue up and said „ that is really high time, before i doing it in my panties.“
The boy wanted more pee holding, more desperation, more overfilled girl bladder and so he asked „it’s really getting late and it will take a lot of time to get in. Can’t you wait until you are at home?“
“Do you really ask me that? You know how long i am needing to wee, you know that my bladder must be full to burst and you still want to make me wait, but okay, I’ll try it. One hour longer must be possible.“ she said.
As soon as they were in the car, she pushed her little skirt between her thighs in a way that her thighs were naked up to the top.
The boy did nearly cum in his shorts about this situation. He was needing to pee too pretty bad and he like the feeling of his full bladder, especially if the girl beside him was desperate and full to explode.
There were so many cars at the parking lot, that it was taking more than a half an hour to get to the road.
The girl pressed both hands hard between her thighs and said that it was a big mistake not to use the loo before leaving.
She said that her bladder hurts from holding it for so long and that she did not wee since she did get up in the morning.
That was nearly to much for the poor boy, he was getting so horny that he could not even think clearly „how can you endure that for so long? Let me see your panties, are they still dry, let me feel your bladder, it must be so full and hard!“ he said and lifted her little skirt.
„It seams that you like to see me suffer so bad!!?“ she said.
“Oh yea, sorry but i love it!! Just to think that you did not wee for so long and that you are needing to go since hours, makes me crazy.“ he answered.
He had his right hand in the girls panties, his finger deep inside the girl and he pressed softly on the girls swollen bladder.
The girl moaned from lust and pee need, but did let him do it.
At the girls house, she wanted to get out as soon as possible, but he did not let her, he kissed her and wanted not to stop kissing her.
He did like to kiss her and he loved to make her wait and hold.
The poor girl did not have a wee since 16 hours to that time, but he would have kissed her all night long, if he could have prevent her to take a much needed piss!!!! |
Story once again requested by @VaporFrog.
"Now then,Liepard. Use scratch!" Bryony said. Her Pokémon scratched the other Pokémon.
Causing it to collapse on the floor.
"Houndoom! Return!" Mable said as she held her Pokeball forward and called back her Pokémon.
"You win this round..." Mable said,ready to leave.
"Let's have another round." Bryony said.
"I'll have to pass." Mable said. She stepped away,but Bryony continued.
"It is rather important to train. To increase our odds of success."
"I'm very much aware of it." Mable said as she walked away.
"Are you really going to pass up a chance to get stronger?" Bryony said.
"I have some more important stuff to take care of." Mable said. Hurrying out of the room. Confused,Bryony slowly followed her. At first Mable was walking slowly,but then she began quickening her pace.
"Why is she in such a hurry?" Bryony asked. Until she got her answer a few seconds later. Mable had entered the restroom.
Bryony shook her head and slowly approached the restroom door. A few minutes later,Mable came out and let out a sigh. And right behind her,the sound of the flushing toilet could be heard. Mable froze place,completely caught of guard by her fellow scientists staring at her.
"Giving up because you had to go to the restroom? My my..." Bryony said. Mable cleared her throat and looked at her colleague with a straight face.
"That was not the reason i stopped the match. I just wanted to save energy. It just so happens that i needed to relieve myself.
"Oh? Then try not to make that a habit. We can't have you forfeiting matches in order to save energy. Or to use the restroom." Bryony replied.
"Be quiet." Mable said. She turned away from Bryony and walked away from her. Bryony chuckled to herself and walked away from the bathroom door. She had more important things to do. She entered one of the rooms in the HQ and headed towards a bag.
"How is the energy gathering going?" She asked as she reached into the bag and grabbed a water bottle.
"Not great. Turns out some of our allies ran into trouble while doing their jobs." One of the admins said. Bryony chugged down from her water bottle and then neatly put it back in her bag.
"Ahh...how refreshing. So what happened?" Bryony asked as she turned to the admin.
"It seems a young kid was able to get inside the power plant and has been fighting against our grunts." The admin replied.
"How humiliating." Bryony said.
"Agreed. We are gonna be in deep water if a few kids are able to put a stop to our plans." The admin said.
"Well then, i just finished my training for the day. i'll get back to work now." Bryony said. She grabbed the bag and left the room. Soon enough,she had arrived in her working quarters where she began doing research on their next objective.
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The hour that followed remained pretty uneventful. Bryony had spent most of the hour making a map for their next objective and examining some pictures the grunts had brought back. They had originally intended to steal the fossils,But that plan also fell through thanks to a bunch of trainers. It baffled her just how much of a hard time these kids were giving the team. She grabbed her bottle and put it up to her mouth,only to realise that the bottle was empty.
"I will have to refill that later." She said to herself as she adjusted her glasses and continued with her research. She had finished the map,now all she had to do was print it and hand it over to the grunts. Upon getting up from her seat,her body sent her a minor distress signal. The water she had drank had begun making its way through her bladder while she was working,leading to her now feeling some discomfort in her abdomen.
But her job was always her top priority. So she ignored it and grabbed the map once it was done printing. She made her way through the hallway and passed by the bathroom. But she continued walking without even glancing at the door. After dropping the map off,she then returned to her quarters and continued examining the pictures. However,she wasn't able to find anything of importance that the previous pictures hadn't already revealed. Bryony sighed and adjusted her glasses. At that moment,her bladder had sent her another signal. Perhaps it would be for the best if she went to use the bathroom just to get rid of this feeling.
"How is the research going?" A voice said,catching the scientist by surprise. Bryony turned around and saw Mable entering the room.
"Unfortunately,i haven't made much progress. These pictures haven't been revealing a whole lot." Bryony said.
"How unfortunate. If only those kids hadn't interfered." Mable said. The two scientist remained silent and continued looking at the pictures. Minutes later,Mable backed off and scratched her head.
"It seems we're at a dead end for now." Mable said.
"Seems like it." Bryony replied. A sweat drop sliding of her face. With nothing to distract her,her bladder was starting to bother her.
"Excuse me for a second." Bryony said.
"Where are you going?" Mable asked
"i have to visit the restroom." Bryony said. Mable simply stared at her. Her expression was deadpan,but inside her mind she had a mischievous grin.
"Going to the restroom in the middle of an important job?" Mable said. Bryony got up from her seat.
"I'll be quick." Bryony replied.
"You can wait a little longer,can't you? our work is more important." Mable said.
Bryony groaned internally. Was she seriously doing this?
"Like you said,we're currently at a dead end." Bryony replied.
"Lets go check up on the other Pokémon. It is important to make sure there are in perfect condition for when we have to capture the Pokémon we're after." Mable said with a slight grin. Bryony looked down. With a defeated look that was obscured by her glasses,she nodded her head and followed her fellow scientist.
Eventually,they arrived at the room containing all the Pokémon they had captured. Mable and Bryony grabbed a few Poké balls and began checking up on the Pokémon inside them. Mable looked around and then back at her partner.
"We're running low on Poké Balls." She said.
"I'm very much aware of that. I've set my sights on a Poké Ball factory not too far away from here. Some grunts should be sent there shortly." Bryony said as she kept her eyes on the Pokémon. Her lips twitched as she felt another twinge go through her body.
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More time had passed and the two scientists had finished their check-ups
"Excellent. Looks like every Pokémon is perfectly healthy and full of energy." Mable said.
"That's good news." Bryony said. She was just happy that the check ups was finally over. Her bladder hadn't stopped bugging her since the check ups started and it was getting distracting. Now that it was all over, the two scientists exited the room and Bryony returned to her quarters,with Mable accompanying her.
"Miss Bryony!" A voice said. The two scientists turned around and saw an admin approaching them.
"A few of our members have taken a few more pictures. Can you take a look at them?" The admin said as she handed over the pictures.
"Of course." Bryony said while adjusting her glasses. The began examining the pictures all while trying to once again ignore her bladder pressuring her. Mable was still standing there and there was no doubt in Bryony's mind that she would get teased if she tried going now.
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Bryony lowered her head and then looked back at the monitor. Once again,she had found nothing that would point them in the right track. She did see a Pokémon in one of the pictures,but it turned out to be just an Abomasnow. A powerful Pokémon,but not one that they needed.
She once again felt a twinge. This one a lot stronger than the last. She looked around and noticed that Mable had left. She now had an opportunity to head to the ladies room without being bothered. She got up,gritting her teeth at another wave of pressure. She subconsciously rubbed her thighs together,but then stood upright. Afterwards she began making her way to the restroom. She approached the door and thankfully,Mable was nowhere to be seen. She reached for the door handle and twisted it,only for the door to remain shut. Though obscured by her glasses,her eyes had widened. She glanced at the handle and saw a red line under it.
"Occupied!" An Admin yelled from inside the bathroom.
"How long will you be in there?" Bryony asked.
"I'm afraid i cannot answer that." The admin replied after a few seconds of silence. Bryony nearly facepalmed, but remained calm and returned back to her quarters. She sat down and crossed her legs. She took a deep breath and went back to looking at the pictures. Unfortunately,the pictures weren't enough to distract her and she found herself crossing her legs in an attempt to ease the pressure.
A few minutes later,she was just about to return there to see if the admin was done. But at that moment,Mable returned once again.
"How is the examination going?" She asked as she approached.
"Nothing except an Abomasnow." Bryony replied. Mable glanced down and noticed her sitting with her legs crossed.
"Are we sitting comfortably?" Mable asked. Bryony quickly uncrossed her legs and stayed silent. Mable smiled and the two continued looking at the pictures. More time had passed and the scientists had once again made no progress.
"My,how many useless pictures have they already taken?" Mable asked.
"Too many to count." Bryony said with a hint of frustration in her voice.
"Is everything alright?" Mable asked with a slight smile.
"Affirmative." Bryony replied. But Mable knew she was anything but fine. Bryony was trying her hardest not to cross her legs or put her hands between them. With someone there to watch? She'd never live it down.
"We're back!" An admin said,with a few grunts following her. They then placed a bag on the table. Bryony got up,but gritted her teeth.
"Is everything already,Miss Bryony?" The admin asked.
"I'm fine. I just needed to stretch." Bryony said. She approached the table and looked through the bag.
"This is...not a lot." Bryony said as she starred at the admin.
"These were all the Poké Balls we were able to retrieve..." One of the grunts said.
"Hmm. Not very satisfactory." Brony said.
"Agreed. Those kids proved to be surprisingly though." The admin said. Bryony adjusted her glasses and shook her head.
"Very well. I shall store these." Bryony said. She went to grab a cart and began placing the Poké Balls inside.
"Return to your original tasks until further notice." Bryony said.
"Make sure you're in perfect shape. We don't want you all to look as stiff as Miss Bryony does right now." Mable said whole pointing at Bryony. Bryony quickly adjusted her stance and starred at the grunts. The grunts simply scratched their heads and returned to their posts. Bryony glared at Mable while Mable simply stared at her with a grin. Bryony began pushing the cart forward.
A sweat drop rolled down her face. With almost every step,she felt her bladder aching. She pushed the cart faster,hoping to get the job over with as fast as possible so that she could hopefully relieve herself soon. She approached the storage room and was just about to open it. However,she quickly crossed her legs and stood still for a few seconds. She then stood upright when she saw a few grunts approaching. Bryony turned away from them and hastily opened the door.
"Hmmm? Oh,Bryony." A scientist inside the storage room said.
"I have a few Poké Balls i need to drop off." The scientist. Bryony complied and left the cart there and then exited the room. Once the door closed,she crossed her legs once again and looked around. She knew there was another bathroom around here. She speedwalked in the direction of the bathroom. but just when the toilet door had entered her line of sight, She saw an admin hastily entering it and locking the door. Bryony let out an exhausted sigh and returned to her quarters.
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"My My,is everything alright?" Mable said with a smirk.
"I'm fine." Bryony said. Sounding mildly irritated.
"You're moving a lot." Mable said as she watched Bryony shaking her legs in her seat.
"I just have a lot of energy." Bryony said.
"Yeah,i'm sure." Mable said. Bryony simply shrugged and continued monitoring the grunt's progress. However,her focus was constantly being overpowered by her need to use the restroom. No matter how hard she tried,she was unable to stand still now and the pressure had gotten unbearable.
"Here you go Miss Mable." A grunt said as he handed Mable a flask filled with water.
"Thank you. Would you like some,Bryony?" Mable asked as she held the bottle near her face. Bryony remained quiet and focused on the monitor.
"Suit yourself." Mable said as she drank from the flask. However instead of putting the flask up to her mouth,she held the flask and poured the water into her mouth. Bryony nearly let out a groan. Mable continued to pour water into her mouth and Bryony was unfortunately unable to ignore it.
"Ahh..." Bryony gritted her teeth and placed one of her hands between her legs.
"Oh my. Not very professional of you." Mable said with a smile.
"I just..uhh...pulled a muscle." Bryony said with a sweat drop.
"In THAT spot?" Mable said.
"Miss Bryony. Are you okay?" The grunt asked.
"I'm fine. I'm just-" Bryony gritted her teeth as she felt another wave of pressure go through her body. She got up from her seat and began walking away.
"Excuse me for a second." She said while exiting the room. Leaving Mable with a smile and the grunt completely confused. Once she was out of sight,she quickly ran to the bathroom. She looked at the bathroom door and to her delight,the line was now white. meaning there was nobody inside. She opened the door and quickly locked it.
"Ah,I'm about to leak!" Bryony panicked as she completely dropped her stoic behaviour and hastily unbuckled her belt. She then pulled down her pants and panties in one swift motion and collapsed on the toilet. Her bladder sent out one final wave of pressure. but that pressure was quickly replaced by relief.
A torrent of pee jetted out from between her legs and landed in the toilet bowl,making a loud hissing noise. Bryony tried to keep her a straight face,but ultimately gave into the feeling of relief and relaxed.
"Ahhhhh....." She let out as she lowered her head and closed her eyes. It felt so good to finally let go of all that annoying pressure. She was SO looking forward to this. But what she wasn't looking forward to was the words that would come out of Mables mouth. Bryony let out a sigh and reached for some toilet paper. Soon her stream came to an end and only a few drops of pee landed in the toilet. She used the toilet paper to wipe herself clean and then pulled up her pants and panties and tightened her belt.
"At least i didn't leak." She said as she flushed the toilet and washed her hands. She then exited the toilet and sure enough,Mable was standing in front of the door with her arms crossed.
"Interrupting such an important task because you had to go to the restroom? My my..." Mable said. Bryony rolled her eyes.
"Yeah,ok. I get it. I won't ever commentate on this ever again." She said as she walked away from the door. Mable giggled and followed her.
"Don't worry. It's probably for the best that you went. Wetting yourself would've been even more unprofessional." Mable said with a very mischievous grin.
"Try not to make holding it for that long a habit okay?"
"Please stop." Bryony said as she placed a hand on her glasses. A slight blush being visible right underneath them. |
My name is Kevin and I’m a sorcerer. That’s right, sorcerers and sorceresses are very real. In fact, think of any mythological creature you’ve ever read about. They are all very likely real. But we don’t broadcast ourselves to the world. After all, if everyone knew about magical beings, we would be hunted to the ends of the earth. But just because we don’t put ourselves front and center, doesn’t mean we hide from everyone. For example, my girlfriend, Shawna. She loves it when I cast my magic on her. Well, for the most part, anyway. There was one time things got a bit hairy…
For starters, let me paint a picture for you of Shawna. She’s 5’11”, 100 pounds soaking wet. Long jet-black hair. Long legs, with a nice, rounded backside. She can really work a pair of jean shorts. And she’s well-endowed on her top side, too. On this particular day, we were on our way back from a long road trip. It had been hot, and she had been drinking plenty of water…
“Baby, I gotta pee,” she said.
I checked the GPS. Forty-five minutes before we’d be home. “We’ve still got a long drive ahead of us, Shawn. Can you hold it?”
“Sure, I guess,” she answered, but she didn’t sound very convincing. I say this looking back, because at the time, I wasn’t thinking about her tone. I just wanted to get home. I hate driving. Brooms, magic carpets, unicorns, all perfectly acceptable forms of transportation in my mind. But when living in the “real” world, compromises must be made. So, I continued driving, not really giving much thought to Shawna’s request. About ten minutes later, I heard her moaning and turned my head to see her with her hands firmly pressed between her legs.
“Shawna, are you OK?”
“Yeah, I just gotta pee.”
“I thought you said you could hold it!”
“Yeah, you did think that,” was her response. Shawna’s a sweetheart usually, but when she’s stressed out, she get pretty snappy. “But I said I have to pee. You know my bladder isn’t the best! I was hoping you’d try to find somewhere to stop!”
“But I asked you if you could hold it and you said yes! If you wanted me to pull over, why didn’t you ask me to pull over?”
“I didn’t think I needed to!”
Arguing with Shawna when she got going was useless, because all we’d do is argue in circles until I admitted she was right. And I wasn’t admitting anything to her. But I had another way to get even. I looked at the GPS. Twenty minutes. “We’re almost home, babe. Just hang on.”
Shawna groaned and shifted in her seat. The red tank top she was wearing did amazing things for her breasts. And now that she was pressing her back and bottom against the door and squeezing her knees into her crotch, I had a great view of those babies. I kept driving, pretending to be oblivious to how urgent her situation was, but I’ve seen Shawna desperate to go before. And she was certainly desperate!
“Can you maybe hurry up?”
“I’m going the speed limit, Shawn.”
“Well, the road’s empty. Pull over and I’ll squat on the side of the road!”
Normally, I’d have had no problem with that option. But with what I had in mind for Shawna, I wanted to make sure we were at my house. Made things easier.
“We’re almost home. Just sit tight.”
“Sit tight? I can barely sit still!”
She was bouncing all over the place, she must have been pretty desperate. But still, I acted like I hadn’t caught on to the severity of her situation. As we reached my house, I could see her perk up. As far as she knew, relief was coming. If only my poor girlfriend had realized I had something else in mind…
I pulled into the driveway and Shawna practically flew out of the car and towards the house. She had to pee so bad, she didn’t even realize I had magically slowed her movement by 20%. As far as she was concerned, she was running at full speed towards the house. I followed her and unlocked the door. She pushed past me and started running for the bathroom. It was time.
“Full Body Petrification!”
“Don’t you dare!”
But it was too late. She stopped in her tracks, her feet rooted to the ground. Her white sneakers were starting to take on a grayish hue. She was turning to stone!
“No! Why now?!”
“Because you were being a bitch to me in the car.”
“Because I have to pee, and you wouldn’t pull over!”
“Because you said you could hold it!”
“And you believed me?! You KNOW how my bladder is!”
“Well, let’s see how you like it when it’s rock hard.”
“Please, baby! I don’t wanna be stuck like this when I have to pee! You know how much it hurts when I have to hold it in!”
I didn’t say anything. I looked down as the gray marble worked it’s up her legs. She was trying to keep her body moving while she could, but her legs were quickly petrifying, locking them solid in place.
“Come on, Kevin! This isn’t funny!”
Her legs were solid marble now and her hips and butt were following suit. Soon, her bladder would follow suit. That would certainly be interesting.
“Oh, my butt! That’s like the worst cramp I’ve ever felt!” She reached behind her and touched her butt. “Ooh! I can’t believe you’re actually doing this to me, you bastard!” Her tone wasn’t as angry as it was before, but she definitely didn’t sound happy, either.
“You think that’s bad, it should be reaching your bladder right about...”
“Argh!” She grabbed her lower belly.
“...now.”
“Ow… oh man, that really sucks!”
“How’s your bladder?”
“It feels like a rock sitting in my stomach! Oooh, you’re such a jerk!”
“The rest of you should turn to stone shortly.” The effect was already moving up her stomach and chest. Her breasts quickly became two large, stone globes. Her cleavage looked even better in marble.
“And then what?”
“And then you’ll be a statue. A fairly uncomfortable statue, but a statue nonetheless.”
“How long am I going to be stuck like this?” At this point, her entire body was marble except for her head. Her hands had been fused to her stomach when she was touching her bladder.
“I don’t know? Maybe a day? Or seven?”
“WHAT?! A WEEK?! YOU’D LEAVE ME LIKE THIS FOR A WHOLmmmmmm!!! Mmmmm!!! Mmmm!!!”
“Huh, sorry? I didn’t catch that last part.” She was completely petrified now. I touched her stone-cold breast, knowing she could feel it. Then I tapped the area near her bladder…
That was three weeks ago. She’s still petrified like that, in my house. She still has to pee. She’ll get to go eventually. But I just wanted to prove my point. She DID say she could hold it.
TO BE CONTINUED
Just a silly little idea I had. I'm out of work for five days with Covid, expect more stuff lol I actually came up with two other stories while writing this one.
Edited January 14, 2022 by desperation_fan
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My name is Shawna. I’m the girlfriend of a sorcerer. You’re likely familiar with some of our adventures, such as when he turned me to stone for a month, while my bladder was about to burst. Or when he released me from the stone, but sealed my bladder shut. Or when he made me piss all over the place and caused me to become partially incontinent. That’ll pass. He promised me it was a temporary side effect. But temporary or not, I still wanted revenge. So, I stole a book from his library, “How to Learn Witchcraft and Use It for Revenge and Dominance”. I spent a few weeks studying, before I decided to test my skills. I had my friends, Lily and Amber over for drinks, little did they realize they were going to be sampling a couple of the potions I had brewed up…
Lily was a tiny Chinese girl I work with. About my age, late 20’s. Not much of a booty, but man, those breasts… She was wearing a black miniskirt and a blue short-sleeved blouse. As for Amber, she was a Latina firecracker. Long blonde hair, nice full lips, big boobs, and… well, dat ass! Even as a totally straight girl, I had to admit I had some hot friends. Amber was looking especially stunning tonight in tight blue jeans and a black tanktop. As I passed out the drinks, I felt a little guilty, since I knew this wasn’t going to be pleasant for them. Lily was the first to finish her drink, while Amber sipped much more slowly. I just hoped Lily’s wouldn’t kick in until Amber had finished hers.
Lily started to show signs of the potion affecting her after about thirty minutes, I noted. I could see her starting to squirm and shift in her seat. Amber had finished her drink about ten minutes earlier, so it would be a matter of watching to see how long she before she was in similar straights. As Lily continued to look more and more uncomfortable, I asked her, innocently, “Everything OK, Lily?” She stared at me, blankly for a moment, before answering. “Yes. I’m fine.” Amber stared at her. “Girl, you look like you’re gonna wet your pants!” she said with a laugh. Indeed, Lily was squirming and crossing her legs, one hand was holding her crotch. “No,” she answered calmly. “I don’t have to pee.” Amber rolled her eyes. I allowed another ten minutes to pass as Lily’s squirming only got worse, but still, she continued to ramble on like everything was fine. We were at about the twenty-minute mark for Amber, so I started watching her, as well. If the potion had worked on her like it did on Lily, it would kick in after about half an hour.
I was amazed at how well it had worked with Lily. Her bladder had to be so swollen, but she was carrying on as if she didn’t have a care in the world. “Lily,” Amber said, looking concerned. “You haven’t been able to sit still! Are you sure you don’t want to make a quick bathroom visit?”
“No,” Lily answered, in a monotone. “My bladder’s fine.”
Her body betrayed her mouth, however. Looking at her, I could see that very bladder protruding from under her blouse and over the top of her skirt. How she hadn’t already lost control was beyond me. I know I held it for a month, but only because I was a hunk of rock during that time. Poor Lily’s legs were tightly crossed together, now both hands were being used to hold herself and she was pouring sweat from what must have been a monumental effort to hold it in. “Lily!” Amber shouted at her friend. “Go to the damn bathroom!” Amber stood up, but she was holding her own crotch now. She seemed to be unaware of it, as her bladder was filling up, yet her concern was with Lily. Now that I knew the potion had worked, it was time for step two.
“Blank!” I called out. Both girls’ eyes rolled into the backs of their heads, as their bodies went limp. “Keep holding in your piss. I don’t want a drop leaving either of you until I say so. I’m so sorry to do this to both of you, but Kevin did something like this to me not too long ago. And I need to make him pay. So, you two are the guinea pigs.” I smiled as neither of them reacted. “Excellent. Amber, stasis!” As soon as I spoke the word, Amber’s body seemed to become frozen. “You should be in a deep, deep sleep right now. No movement, except the rise and fall of your chest. You will remain in this state of hibernation until I wake you up. Your bladder will continue to fill as you sleep but will not be aware of it and it will not disturb your sleep.” I turned to Lily. Her bladder was so swollen and distended, I’d have been shocked if she didn’t have an accident right then and there.
“OK, Lily. I can tell that you’re at your bursting point. So, here’s what we’re going to do. I am going to give you back your mind. But, whenever I say the word “leaky”, you will let out a small spurt of pee in your pants. You won’t realize you’re doing it, until it’s pointed out to you. When I say the word “flood”, you will allow you bladder to completely empty its contents. Nod once if you understand.” Lily nodded and I smiled. This was going to be fun.
“OK Lily, Unblank!” Lily opened her eyes, looking a little dazed, but otherwise fine. “Huh. I must have spaced out. Um, what were we talking about?”
“Oh, I was telling you about my leaky pipes.” I heard a hissing sound for about ten seconds. Looking down at Lily’s crotch, I noticed a slight dripping from under her skirt.
“Oh, really?”
“Oh yeah, my pipes are wicked leaky.” Another hiss, as pee started to dribble onto the floor under Lily. She still looked like she had to pee, however. “You wouldn’t believe how leaky they are, Lily. Some really leaky pipes.” Two more quick hisses as Lily released her urine into her panties, unaware she was even doing it. “My pipes are so leaky...” Another hiss as Lily let another spurt go. “...I’m afraid they might cause a flood!” Immediately, Lily let go of her entire bladder, her urine furiously pattering down on the hardwood floor. Her face showed no signs that she even knew she was pissing herself, even if her bladder probably felt a lot more comfortable when she done. I smiled. “Lily, stasis.” Lily froze just like Amber. I prepared to awaken my other friend for her test…
TO BE CONTINUED |
So, I called up Kevin and we made plans for the next night. I couldn’t wait to torture his bladder the way he did mine! As I hung up the phone, I felt a warm wetness between my legs. Oh, he was gonna get it! I cleaned myself up and got ready for bed, anticipating what a great evening tomorrow night was going to be. As I laid head to pillow and closed my eyes, I prepared to drift off…
The next night, I arrived at Kevin’s place. I was wearing my favorite slinky black dress, the one that fit nice and tight in all the right places. The dress I wore when I wanted to seduce him. Underneath, I had on the lacy silk panties-and-bra set he loved so much. Inside, I was lining it with a pad, for when the inevitable happened. When he opened the door, he was clearly taken aback. He was wearing a nice three-piece gray suit, with a tie. Even though we both knew our clothes wouldn’t stay on for very long, we wanted to look our best for each other in that initial moment. He greeted me with a kiss. “Hey, gorgeous.”
“Hey, yourself,” I purred back. In my purse, I had a bottle of wine and two glasses. Down the front of my dress, I had a vial of my special potion, just for Kevin. When he wasn’t looking, I would spike his drink and then, his mind and his bladder would be all mine to control. Just thinking about it made me a little wet. Thank goodness for the protection I was wearing.
We sat down on his couch and pulled out the glasses and the wine. As I poured, I looked at Kevin. “How about some mood lighting?” He smiled and stood up, walking towards the door. When his back was to me, I quickly poured the potion into his glass, then topped off both with some wine. I couldn’t wait. Soon, he would be all mine…
When he sat down, I picked up my glass and he took his. We touched glasses together, then he leaned in and kissed me. I placed my glass down and threw my arms around him, he reciprocated shortly thereafter. When he broke the kiss, we again picked up our glasses and downed our wine. I smiled as I watched him. I looked at my watch. Thirty minutes is how long it would take. He caught my smile.
“So. What now?”
I raised an eyebrow, then started to crawl towards him…
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Shawna and I laid in bed. We were both naked under the sheets. I looked at her and smiled. She had a cute, glaze-eyed look in her eyes. I saw her look at her watch. “You got somewhere to be?” I asked, jokingly.
“No, baby. Just checking the time. How’re you feeling?”
“Good,” I answered. I had to piss, but not too badly. However, I couldn’t help but notice that Shawna had wet my bed twice in the last twenty minutes. Admittedly, my fault for using a spell that over-stretched her bladder. But that was neither here nor there. “That wine took its toll on you, huh?” I asked.
She blushed. “Yeah, a little. You know alcohol goes right through me. Doesn’t help that your stupid spell made me a walking water faucet.” I noticed her shifting in the bed, uncomfortably. “Babe...”
“Yeah?”
“Did you switch our glasses?!”
I grinned. She caught me. “Yep. Stasis.” Shawna’s body went limp, and her eyes dropped shut. I knew she was planning something, ever since she borrowed one of my books. When she asked me to dim the lights while she poured the wine, I suspected she was slipping something in my drink. So, I simply pulled a little swap while kissing her. Apparently, she had combined a diuretic with a control spell. Meaning I could now control both her mind and her bladder. How kinky.
“Shawna, I know you can hear me deep down. First of all, I am going to reverse the stretching my last spell did to your bladder.” I touched her belly, which glowed green. “I would’ve done that sooner if you’d just asked. But now… you tried to use magic against me. And for that, you’re going to pay. And you pay… in piss. I am going to cause you to pee your pants five times. Not all tonight, mind you, because why waste a perfectly good spell? But over the next several days, you will have five accidents. After the final accident, you will be free from my control.
Now, let’s get to accident number one. When I wake you up, you will not remember anything that has transpired since we had sex. You will have to pee, but you will be too embarrassed to say anything in front of me. So, you will try to hold it. But eventually, you will wet yourself. And you will be embarrassed by it.” I looked at her. Shawna was certainly not shy about needing to pee, so this would be quite a change for her. And embarrassment was not her in the least. But under my control…
“Awaken.”
Shawna’s eyes fluttered open. “Oh… sorry babe, I think I dosed off for a second.”
“No worries,” I said. “We sure had fun, huh?”
“Oh yeah,” she breathed, eyeing me with lust. However, I could tell she was shaking under the covers. Her butt couldn’t stay still on the mattress. She really had to pee.
“You OK?”
“Y-yeah. Just fine.” She forced a smile, but the desperation in her eyes was clear. I smiled and rolled over, mounting her. She winced and let out a gasp as I pressed myself down on her bladder.
“Was I too rough?”
“N-n-no… oh my god, babe, get off now!” She tried to push me off, but it was too late. I could see the look in her eyes as she experienced total bladder failure.
“What’s wrong?”
She looked at me, her eyes filled with tears. “I… I had an accident...” She blushed and started crying. I hugged her.
“There, there. It’s OK. It’s fine…
Stasis.”
Her body went limp, and I gently let her fall back in her own puddle of urine. I would definitely have to change my sheets in the morning. But it was worth it. One accident down.
Four to go. I looked at her sleeping form and thought about my next move…
TO BE CONTINUED…
(I promise, more petrification is coming...) |
I decided I was going to enjoy torturing Shawna’s bladder a bit. Sure, making her wet the bed and feel humiliated was fun, but there were far more interesting ways to mess with her.
“Shawna. When I command you to, you will wake up, with no memory of wetting the bed just now. You will go downstairs, drink two glasses of water, then come back up to bed and fall fast asleep. For the next day, you will not know for sure whether or not your bladder is full. You might feel a twinge here or there, or you might feel a massive urge. Or you might feel nothing at all. Maybe you make it to the bathroom, maybe you wet your pants. Maybe you’ll desperately run to the toilet, only to find your bladder was empty all along. Now…
Wake up. And obey.”
Shawna stirred from her hypnotic slumber. “Hey babe. Sorry, I must have dozed off.”
“No problem, hon.”
“I’m kinda thirsty. You mind if I go get some water?”
“Go right ahead.”
As she got up to go to the kitchen, I decided it was time for a piss break of my own. Getting out of bed, I went into the bathroom and pulled out my cock. I smiled as I relieved myself, pleased that I was going to have a bit of fun with Shawna. And the best part was going to be after accident number five, when my control wore off and she remembered everything that had happened to her. I flushed and washed my hands, then returned to the bedroom. Shawn returned a short time later, getting back in bed, where she promptly passed out. I couldn’t wait to see how this played out…
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I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling a strong urge to pee. I couldn’t believe my plan didn’t work, Kevin must have a super bladder or maybe magic doesn’t work on magical beings? But that was neither here nor there, because when a girl’s gotta pee, she’s gotta pee! I quickly got up, being careful not to wake Kevin, and went into the bathroom. When I sat down to go, however, I was surprised that only a light trickle came out. I’d had that feeling like, when you first wake up in the morning and you know you’ve gotta pee? Then again, with how screwed up my bladder was, I guess I was grateful it was just the minor annoyance of getting up when I didn’t really need to. I went back to bed and drifted back to sleep…
“Hey, Shawna. Time to get up, babe.”
“Huh?” I murmured, still in a sleepy fog.
“It’s 6:30, Shawn. You’re gonna be late for work!”
That got my attention! I darted from the bed to the bathroom and took a super-fast shower. My panties reeked of piss, no doubt a side-effect of Kevin’s stupid stone prank. Man, was I upset my revenge plot didn’t work! I wanted to see him piss himself! Oh well, no time to worry about that right now. I grabbed one of the spare outfits I kept at his place and got dressed, while he made me breakfast. French toast, scrambled eggs, sausage, coffee, orange juice and a green smoothie. I wolfed everything down and kissed him goodbye, before heading off to work.
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Shawna headed off to work, leaving me by myself. I had to admit, there was no way to know how well this suggestion would actually work, unless of course she told me. But I know she got up to pee in the middle of the night. So there was at least that. But I couldn’t wait until I had her home and could find out everything…
That night, I went to her house for dinner. I chose her place because for accident number three, I wanted to make use of her art studio. But first, I had to know what had happened. “Blank.” Shawna’s eyes glazed over as we sat at the dinner table. “Shawna, I want you to tell me about each time you had to go to the bathroom today.”
“When I woke up this morning, I didn’t have to pee at all. But on the drive in, I started peeing a bit and had to pull over to squat on the side of the road. Then I had to go to Walmart to buy clean underwear. While there, I had to pee again, so I ran to the bathroom, but nothing came out. When I got to work, I changed into the clean panties. About two hours into the day, my friend Abby told me my stomach looked really big, so I went to the bathroom and ended up peeing quite a bit. At lunch, I drank a soda and felt like I had to pee, but it was a minor urge. Unfortunately, I ended up wetting myself, but luckily it was in the copy room and nobody was there. I cleaned up in the restroom and went about my day. On the drive home, I felt like I was going to burst, but was stuck in traffic. I ended up sticking a coffee cup between my legs, but only peed a few drops in it.”
“How do you feel right now?”
“Fine.”
“Good. When I snap my fingers, the last suggestion will wear off. If you have to pee, you will say so.”
*SNAP*
Shawna blinked. Then I saw her face change into a look I knew all to well.
“Um… I have to pee.”
“Blank!”
Her eyes went dull again.
“When I unblank you, you will walk to your art studio. Once there, you will stand in the middle of the room and await further instructions.
Unblank.”
Shawna stood up and made her way to the bathroom. I could tell her bladder was pretty full, by the way she walked. Her butt shook from the effort it took to hold it in while in motion. I was really looking forward to the next part. When we got to the studio, she stood in the middle of the room.
“Freeze.”
Shawna went completely motionless. “Frozen. Unable to move. Unable to think. I brought you to your studio, Shawna, because this is where you come to let your creative juices flow. But tonight, we’re going to make something else flow. I know you need to pee pretty badly.”
I reached out and touched her bladder. When I did, her abdomen bulged out a bit. “I just filled your bladder a bit more. You are at capacity right now. You are going to wet yourself. Not yet, of course. I want to have some fun, first. I am going to cast a spell that will cause your body, including your bladder, to remain frozen for one hour. When that hour expires, you will wet yourself. It will happen, because your body won’t unfreeze until your bladder is empty. However, I am going to unfreeze your mind and your face. You will be able to see, think, hear, talk, feel… you will be in your own little hell, but it will be my heaven. And while you’ll be aware of what’s happening, while it’s happening, you will forget once the spell has worn off completely. Because I’m not done playing with you yet…
Now, on the count of three, you will be awake, aware and able to speak.
One.
Two.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
(Yeah, I’m cruel, leaving it on a cliffhanger, but I need to go to bed lol I will work on the next part tomorrow after work 🙂 ) |
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